Total pages in book: 142
Estimated words: 134073 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 670(@200wpm)___ 536(@250wpm)___ 447(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 134073 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 670(@200wpm)___ 536(@250wpm)___ 447(@300wpm)
“Say it back,” I demand, knowing I’ve lost all the control I’ve tried to have with her. It’s too late to go back; she’s mine forever.
“I love you, Dutch.” She licks her lips and rocks down on my cock. “I love you forever, Daddy.”
“Goddamn.” I hold myself deep and grind against her clit. “I never thought I’d hear you say those words. But now that you have, I’ll make you say them all the time.”
“I love you, I love you,” she chants quietly as she builds to her orgasm.
I feel it when she’s close, and I don’t bother to tease it out and let it linger. Now that I’ve claimed her, I plan on keeping my cock in her as often as possible. Starting right after getting out of here and to the church.
She cries out my name with love on her lips, and I grip her hips so hard, there’s likely to be bruising later. I thrust deep one last time and pour myself inside of her. Pump after pump of cum releases, and I fall on top of her, kissing her and holding her close. This was a claiming, but it was done with love.
“Forever,” I whisper to her as our lips connect. “I will love you forever.”
When I pull out of her, our mingled release spills onto the table and the documents that are under her ass. I laugh, and it surprises the both of us.
“I like the sound of that,” she says, reaching for me again, and I shake my head.
“If I have you again, we’ll never make it on time.”
“On time?” She looks puzzled.
I smile again, and it’s like she opened the floodgates because my cheeks are already aching. “I told you, we’re getting married.”
Chapter Fifteen
IRIS
I fight a giggle as the saleslady reacts to Dutch. Women either want to fall at his feet or stay the heck away from him. I don’t think she’s sure which one she wants to do, but I really don’t care. The way women behave around him used to annoy me, but I realized if you fall at Dutch’s feet he’s going to step over you like you were never there to begin with.
In the past two weeks, my husband has made it clear it’s me for him and no one else. He wasn’t joking when we left the bank. We were married and back on a plane to Paris before I could blink. We’ve been here ever since, enjoying our honeymoon. I thought about trying to run so he'd have to kidnap me again, but I really wanted to be his in every way. I’m sure I can come up with something else to keep him on his toes.
Things have been so quiet since then. No one is chasing us down or trying to abduct me. I suppose there’s no longer a reason at this point since the only change of succession would be if something happened to me. My husband and any children we might have are the heirs. I place my hand on my stomach, thinking about the possibility of that happening someday soon.
“Will this do?” The saleslady, Della, opens a door, revealing a dressing area that’s as big as a living room.
“Yes,” I say, and she nods politely at me.
“I will start to bring in items for you. Can I get you anything to drink in the meantime? A meal, perhaps?”
She’s able to focus on me now, which I suppose means she’s getting used to Dutch’s size. Or it might be because she sees how he handles me. His soft caresses and gentle touches show the world that he can be a big teddy bear where I’m concerned.
“Are you hungry?” Dutch asks me.
I have to physically force myself not to roll my eyes. My ass is still a little sore from not wanting to get out of bed this morning. At this point I never know if I’m being a brat because I am one, or if I do it to get a rise out of my husband. I suppose it doesn’t really matter.
“We just ate lunch,” I remind him.
I really shouldn’t have told him about how my fake mom used to be with me and food. It’s easier to think of my past parents as not real, especially when neither of my parents have tried to have any contact with me. I have to think they know there’s no way to get their hands on the money and I guess neither of them see a reason to talk to me anymore. It stings, but in the end I get Dutch. The family we’re going to build together will be better than anything I could have pretended to have with them. I wouldn’t trade my future with Dutch for all the money in the world
“You might need a snack.”