Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 121008 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 605(@200wpm)___ 484(@250wpm)___ 403(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121008 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 605(@200wpm)___ 484(@250wpm)___ 403(@300wpm)
I look down at her. Her face, her lovely face, is filled with need. She needs me.
“They need us, son,” my father explained that day so long ago. The words come back to haunt me now. “They are completely dependent on us. You think they don’t know it? It’s worse for you because you’ll be the king someday. Women will do anything to please you. It is your sacred duty not to take advantage of them.”
I’m doing it again.
I scramble to get my weight off her. I’m pinning her down against the cold, hard floor without even a blanket to warm her. My hands shake as I push myself up. I get off her and sit back, blood pounding through me.
“What’s wrong, Beck?” She sounds soft and vulnerable.
She doesn’t simply sound vulnerable. She is vulnerable. She was torn away from her plane and forced into a marriage she couldn’t have wanted. Then I forced myself on her.
“Beck?”
I hear the uncertainty in her voice as I shove my hands through my hair and desperately attempt to get myself under control.
“Everything is fine.” I take a deep breath and banish my own needs to the Hell plane. “Why don’t you go to bed? You can sleep with Cian.”
She gets to her knees. The look on her face quickly turns to indignation. Her hands fist in the fabric of the shirt she’s wearing. “I don’t want to sleep with Cian. I want to sleep with my husband.”
“He is your husband,” I point out. And he won’t hurt you.
“This is ridiculous.” She huffs as she straightens her clothes and leans toward me. “I want you, Beck. I want all of you. I want the real you. I don’t want you to politely ask if you can make love to me. Here’s the deal—I’m giving you permission. Take me. Bend me over, turn me around, spank my ass until it’s red. As long as you fuck me afterward, I’ll be happy. I won’t break. I’ll love it. I want you to take control during sex. You don’t have any trouble taking control the rest of the time. Why can’t you do it in the one place where it’s bound to please me? And speaking of the word bound, let’s talk about tying me up.”
I turn away. I can’t look at her for fear of her seeing down to my soul. Bound is exactly how I want her. I want her tied up for my pleasure. It would be a horrible mistake. This is everything my father warned me about. I wouldn’t be able to stop. “Absolutely not.”
She will be helpless against me if I tie her down. If her arms and legs are tied to the bed, she’ll have no way to fight me, to stop me when I lose control. My dick hardens again at the thought of her in the marketplace. She was so beautiful with her arms chained above her head. I wanted nothing more than to take her like that. I wanted to force my dick into her pussy and then tunnel my way into her tight ass. If we start down this path, I won’t be able to stop. She has no idea what she’s asking for. I have to stop this here and now.
“Meg,” I say, turning back to face her. I have to be firm with her or I’ll lose control, and she will be the one to pay the price. “I expect you to act like a lady. I know you aren’t from this plane, and perhaps the men in your world have no honor, but here we treat our women with respect. We also expect them to behave in a proper fashion.”
Her chin tilts upward, and she walks straight to me. She has to crane her neck to look at him, but we’re toe to toe. “What are you saying, Beck? What am I acting like?”
“You’re acting like a…” Some primitive survival instinct takes over, and I shut my mouth. Women don’t like that word.
“I think he meant to say whore,” Cian says helpfully from the doorway to the bedroom.
When the hell had he shown up? I quickly answer my own question. Cian would have felt the minute I started to make love to Meg. We feel strong physical reactions in the other when we’re in close proximity.
“Yes,” Meg says righteously. “That’s what I figured.”
She brings her knee up. It meets my still-hard cock with a resounding thud.
All the air whooshes from my lungs as I go to my knees. I look up at my wife, who doesn’t seem the slightest bit regretful. She rather looks like she wants to do it again. “Damn it. I didn’t say it.”
“Well, everyone keeps telling me you’re one soul in two bodies,” she reminds me maliciously. “Your other half was happy to speak up for you.”