Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 87618 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87618 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
“Yes, you do.”
“Then I get a say in how it looks, right?”
“That’s not the point.”
“It’s the point to me. You just said it. My house, not our house. I get it, this marriage is new and it’s not something either of us asked for, but come on. At least pretend like you want to make it work.”
He comes at me then. It’s a shock when he grabs me by the waist and pulls me toward him, slamming my body against his. He turns and pins me up against the counter, looming over me like a demon. His hands press against my hips.
“Do you really fucking think I don’t want to make this work?” he says quietly, but there’s an edge to his tone.
“I don’t really know what you want,” I admit. My heart’s racing. I’m not afraid of him, but I can tell I hit a nerve, and I’m worried I might’ve gone too far.
He leans down. His lips brush against my neck, and he lets out a soft snarl of frustration. Tingles run down my spine.
“Maybe I haven’t made it clear to you yet. This started out as an arrangement. It started out as something neither of us wanted. But now it’s different.”
“Different… how?”
“You’re my wife.” He kisses my shoulder. His right hand moves up to grip my hair. “You’re a part of my life.”
“Are you saying that because of the whole Mantis thing?”
“I’m saying that in spite of them. God, baby, you really don’t get it, do you?”
I steady myself by pressing my hands into his chest. He pulls back, staring into my eyes. There’s a hidden reservoir of emotion in that expression, and I’m struck all over again by how good he is at hiding it.
“Make me get it then.”
He leans forward. His lips press to mine gently. “Is that why you made a mess of our house? Because you wanted me to punish you?”
“Don’t be so arrogant.”
He pulls my hair lightly. I let out a little gasp. “Admit it, baby. You made this mess because you like it when I get angry.”
Honestly, that hadn’t even occurred to me, but it’s a nice bonus. “There you go, being arrogant again.”
The low, throaty laugh he makes drives every inch of me wild.
“Is it arrogance?” He kisses me again, this time with more hunger. “Or is it just the truth?”
His tongue invades my lips. I moan into that kiss as his grip on me tightens. He pulls my hair harder, and I whimper. I slip up onto the edge of the counter and wrap my legs around his hips.
He rocks forward into me.
“Fuck, you drive me crazy sometimes,” he whispers, kissing my neck. He pulls my shirt off and throws it aside. My bra comes off next.
“And you can’t seem to keep your hands to yourself.”
“Because of this.” He sucks my pierced nipple, rolling his tongue around it.
God, that feels so good.
“It’s almost unfair,” I whine, shimmying my hips. “You know what I like.”
“You’re damn right I do. I study everything about you, Riley. Every day I wonder how I can make you happy.”
“Is this making me happy?”
He licks harder, tonguing around my nipple faster. “I think so.”
“I just wanted to redecorate.”
“And now look at you.” He pulls me down off the counter and turns me around until I’m bent over. Roughly, he slides off my jeans until my ass is bare for him. He reaches forward and lightly trails his fingers around my nipple before pulling my hair. I stay where I am, exposed for him, heart racing like wild.
“It’s all your fault. I was being good until you came home.” I pout, playing it up.
“This is being good?” He kisses me hard, then spanks me once. I yelp in surprise and grin like a drooling idiot. “You think this is good?”
“Yes, I do,” I say, licking my lips.
He spanks me again and again. As he does it, he shoves his fingers in my mouth, and once they’re dripping with my spit, he rubs my nipple.
Fuck, that’s incredible. The spanking, the control, the bliss in my piercing. It’s driving me absolutely crazy. I’m moaning, mindless with pleasure, as he spanks me again and again.
“You dirty fucking girl,” he says, voice heavy with lust. “You don’t get tired of me spanking you raw, do you?”
“No,” I admit. “Keep going.”
He laughs again. God, that sound kills me. I arch my back, mouth hanging open, pushing myself up off the counter with my palms.
He squeezes my tits as he gets out of his pants. I feel his hard dick press against me from behind as one big hand wraps around my throat.
“Next time, you’ll ask before you make a major decision.”
“Is that what this is about?” I wriggle against him, grinding into his cock. “Poor little Alexan wanted me to ask permission?”