Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 67039 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67039 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
The only time it had gone down was when I was helping her mother pack up her things, and that was because the woman hates me. She was trying to fake it, but if she could, she’d slit my throat. I don’t blame her. I’d slit someone’s throat too if they took Tova from me.
“What is it that you want to do?” My voice comes out gruffer than normal. Tova licks her bottom lip, her eyes dropping to the hard outline of my cock pressing against my slacks.
"This is new to me. Do you care if I explore?" Do I care? Fuck yes, I do. I have only been on the other end of torture once. I hadn't broken, but I know my little mouse could break me easily. She wouldn't even be trying.
I lean back in my chair, putting my hands on the armrests. Tova licks her lips again, scooting to the end of the desk. Her hand comes out to undo the buttons of my shirt. When she gets it free, her fingers trace the tattoo I’d gotten when I was a teen on my left pec. I never had a vice for women, drugs, or alcohol, but tattoos could curve an edge for me.
I reach out and pull Tova off the desk and onto my lap to straddle me. She lets out a small laugh. I want to claim her mouth and sink my fingers into her hair, but I force myself to put my hands back on the armrests so she can explore as she desires. I’m just fucking happy she wants to. That she’s choosing to do this with a clear mind. That she desires me in the way I do her.
Tova leans forward, placing a kiss on my neck. "I love when you kiss me here." She places another.
"It feels good." More than good.
"I liked it when you kissed me in other places."
"All you have to do is ask."
"Tempting." Another kiss. I close my eyes, wanting to soak this in. "But I want to explore my husband." A groan leaves me.
"Maybe you shouldn't talk." I grip the armrests tighter. Tova lifts her head, her brows furrowing together.
"You're not trying to be rude, are you?"
"No, never to you."
"You know, that sounds mean. Telling me not to talk."
"Tova, I'm seconds away from pinning you to my desk and fucking the shit out of you." The brightest smile breaks out across her face. It warms a cold place deep inside of me. So deep that I know only she could ever find it. So I keep going. “You have no idea how badly I want you.” I reach up to cup her cheek, my thumb drifting across her bottom lip. Tova kisses it.
“I want you too.”
I drop my head back. “And when you say things like that, my mind tells me I can take you, then.”
“You did take me.” Tova holds up her hand to show the gold band. My permanent mark on her for everyone to know she is taken. That she is bonded to me and only me for eternity.
“I suppose I did,” I admit.
“Even if you didn’t want to.” Her smile falters.
“Do you really believe I don’t want you?” This is not the time I want to think about my mother, but her words from last night about talking to Tova thrust to the front of my mind.
“I can feel you want me.” Tova shifts in my lap. “But that’s kind of normal for men.”
“I’m not normal,” I remind her.
“And I’m different.” She pauses. “To you.”
“You are.” I can no longer deny it or attempt to hide the feelings I have for Tova. It’s a part of me now. “You’ve been different from the start. I tried to hide it, but I failed at that.” Tova watches me curiously. “I should apologize, but I’m seeing now that it doesn’t matter.”
“Why?” Tova shifts in closer.
“I was always going to have you, or at least I never would have let anyone else have you. It’s why you’re here, after all.”
Tova shakes her head adamantly. “You didn’t want to marry me.” Now she scoots back away from me. My hands move to her hips, making sure she doesn’t try to get farther away. I’m paying attention to everything right now. From the way she shifts her body to the expressions on her face, I want to understand her. To be what she needs me to be as her husband. To learn her likes and dislikes in every aspect of life.
“I didn’t want to marry you.” Marriage is a piece of paper.
I understand the legal aspects of marriage. That makes sense, but I don’t understand how people think it bonds them together. But I do understand the weight others put on it, and it’s clear as day how much my father loves my mother, and that puts a target right on her head.