Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 77850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
“Is it important to you?”
“You are important to me.”
I turn away from the painting to see him removing his shirt.
“Look, even though I know we’re married, I hate marriage,” I tell him. His back is to me, and all his muscles bunch, making his tattoos shift with the movement.
“Yes, I’m well aware of that,” he says, facing me as he removes his pants. “We don’t have an ordinary marriage, Caterpillar. We have one that will push boundaries and break the rules. If you need to let off steam…” Naked, he steps closer and reaches for me as his hand brushes my chin and gently clasps around my neck, squeezing a little before I feel him even closer. “I’ll get on my hands and knees and make you come. And if that’s not enough, I’ll find a man so you can Hunt or a woman if that’s what you want. I will do anything you want. Your last marriage was all about him, and while I hope you think about me while I’m inside of you, my fucking life is all about you. I was bored before I found you, and I was getting sick of this thing called life.”
His fingers leave my neck and go to the buttons of my shirt. When he has the shirt unbuttoned, he slips it off and does the same with my skirt, letting it drop to the floor. He tears at my underwear, then lifts me and carries me to the bed, throwing me on my back. I bounce on the mattress before he climbs on and covers me with his body.
“Hello, wife.” He grins down at me, and the slight stubble of his jaw makes me think of how it will drag all over my body. With one hand, he brushes my hair from my face and touches the necklace he gave me. “Do you forgive me?” he asks as he leans down and bites my neck. Then he peppers slow kisses above my breast, not yet touching where I want him to, always fucking teasing me.
“I’ll have to think on it,” I manage to say.
He moves his mouth lower, kissing around my breasts but not once touching my nipples. Having him so close and teasing is painful.
“How long?” he asks as he licks slow and steady circles around my nipple. I try to lift my hips because I feel him hard and ready between them. He holds me still with one hand on my hip, stopping me from grinding on him.
It’s torturous. And it’s hellishly unfair.
“How long, Caterpillar?” he asks again, and this time he lifts up, all contact with his mouth gone. My hands have been squeezing the sheets while he plays his little game.
“Fuck me now, Reon,” I demand.
“Is that what my wife wants?” He smirks as he says it and shifts his hips between my legs. He reaches down, and as he does, he grips one of my nipples in his fingers and pinches it, almost to the point of pain, and I love it.
“It is. Now, move.”
Wrapping my legs around his ass, he lifts, and his hand disappears from my nipple. When I feel him at my entrance, I lift up and take him inside.
“Needy,” he says, leaning down and biting my nipple.
I groan. I can’t help it. I love it when he’s rough with me. I love it when he fucks me, shows me exactly why I’m his. And he knows exactly how to do it.
I keep my legs locked around him as he thrusts his hips, his cock moving in and out of me.
“Tell me you forgive me,” he says on a deep thrust, his mouth leaving my breasts so he can bite my bottom lip. One of his hands comes to my throat, squeezing and making me lose myself in him.
I’m ashamed to think about how fast this man can make me come. How good his cock moves when it’s inside me. How his pelvis hits all the right spots on my clit when he pumps inside of me and squeezes my neck, which I know will be beautifully bruised the next day.
“Tell me, Caterpillar.”
“I forgive you,” I breathe out, and he wastes no time slamming our lips together before he fucks me into submission. And when I come, I can’t contain the scream that rips through my throat.
I’ve never felt so content or more seen in my life than I do with him. He sees all the bad in me, along with the good, and still comes back. Actually, he feeds it and lets it flourish.
It’s why I know once he fully has my heart… I’ll never get it back.
And I think I’m actually okay with that.
THIRTY-NINE
REON
Let the Hunt begin…
That’s literally what she said as she tore off her clothes, leaving only her mask and necklace on, and ran into the forest.