Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 105679 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 528(@200wpm)___ 423(@250wpm)___ 352(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105679 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 528(@200wpm)___ 423(@250wpm)___ 352(@300wpm)
A dangerous heat curled through my body.
“Bastard,” I hissed.
But my hips moved of their own accord, seeking more contact.
Adrian smirked, that infuriating, arrogant expression that made me want to slap him. “Is that the best you can do?”
“Monster,” I tried again, my voice breathless as his hand moved between us, his fingers sliding down and finding the wet heat between my legs. “You sadistic, filthy, heartless parasi—”
My words were cut off with a gasp.
He touched me, brushing against my folds, sliding a single finger over my lower lips, spreading them apart, seeking my hardened nub.
I clenched.
His finger teased my opening.
I whimpered.
His smirk widened. “You’re drenched for me, wife.” He pulled his hand away, bringing it up between us. To show me.
My lips parted on a shaky gasp. His fingers glistened with my arousal as he slowly spread them apart, the delicate strands of my wetness stretching obscenely between them.
“Look at you,” he said, voice raspy. “So fucking needy.”
My hand came up before I could stop myself.
I slapped him, my palm connecting with his cheek hard, the sound sharp in the quiet room.
His head snapped to the side, but when he looked back at me, there was no anger in his eyes.
Only hunger. Only desire.
A dangerous, insatiable, primitive need.
He grabbed my wrist, pinning it to the wall beside my head as his mouth crashed down on mine.
The kiss was a battle cry, a crazed desperation, so thick I almost cried out as his lips brutalized mine. His tongue swept into my mouth, claiming me, dominating me, punishing me.
I kissed him back, all my anger, all my fear, all my hatred channeled into the press of my lips against his.
The kiss consumed us.
And I lost all sense of time and place.
He was greedy, I was furious.
He was ravenous, I was desperate.
Adrian groaned.
I whimpered.
My heart beat savagely against my rib-cage.
My hands came up to his shoulders, fingers pressing into his kiss, nails digging into his flesh. He hissed. And then kissed me harder. Brutal. Frantic. Agonizing.
I clawed at him.
I hate him.
I fought him.
I grinded against his thigh, my wetness coating the fabric of his sweatpants.
He intoxicated me.
Fire burned under my flesh. My stomach tightened, something unfurling deep within me, a desire—carnal, twisted, consuming—bubbled in my blood, before crashing through me like a storm.
It rippled through me. Long, hard, deep.
I clung to my husband as I rode the wave of pleasure.
“Fuck,” he groaned, tearing his mouth from mine. “You’re so fucking beautiful when you come.”
His free hand, the one still coated with my arousal, tore at my nightgown, the fabric ripping as he exposed my body to his hungry gaze. I should have fought him. Should have pushed him away.
I almost did.
But then he was lifting me, my legs wrapping around his waist as he carried me to the bed. We fell onto the mattress in a tangle of limbs and his mouth found mine again before I could protest, our bodies seeking the connection we both craved despite the war between us.
This wasn’t love.
It wasn’t even affection.
It was something else entirely.
It was dark and feral. Obsessive and violent. A desperate need to feel something…anything…besides the horror and the fear and the hatred that consumed us both.
It was a ravenous need to fill the emptiness between us, inside me. To feel.
He pulled away from the kiss, and my eyes fluttered close as his warm lips whispered over my throat and I moaned as he went lower.
His face hovered over my breasts, his breath teasing my nipples.
I gripped the back of his head and tugged on his hair, pulling him closer. He chuckled darkly before his lips brushed against my nipple and I thrashed, the feeling so foreign, so good…
Adrian sucked the tip into his wet mouth, his tongue laving my swollen nipple as he twisted and tugged on the other one, hurting me with his torturous touch.
But it hurt so good.
The pleasure came with the pain.
Adrian released my nipples and he went down, lower. His wide shoulders settled between my thighs, pushing them farther apart and his head lowered over my center. “You’re so wet for me, Princess. Your cunt is glistening.”
His finger teased my opening and I clenched, more wetness pooling at my core. “Shut up,” I gasped when he pressed inside, just a knuckle.
“Shh,” he crooned. His lips grazed my inner thigh and he nipped me teasingly. “Let me in, Serafina. Give this to me.”
His thick finger pressed deeper and then he was sliding in and out of me, working me slowly before picking up his pace, almost urgently – as if he was quickly losing his patience and his sanity.
When he pushed a second finger inside, I couldn’t hold back my moan.
So filthy.
So sinful.
So… good.
My toes curled and I circled my hips, seeking his fingers and silently begging him for more. “So greedy you are, wife,” he grunted, continuing to work his fingers inside my body. Thrusting in and out. His thumb brushed against my clit, pressing down and my body went rigid, strung tight like a bow.