Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 70097 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70097 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
My hand slid from her mouth, moving down to her hips, fingers splaying across the curve and resting there for a mere moment before sliding lower. I gathered the hem of her black dress in my fist and pushed it upward, exposing the pale skin of her thighs to the dim amber light in the corridor.
She was bare beneath. No stockings, no garters, nothing between the fabric of her dress and her skin.
My fingers found the slickness against her inner thighs, and I swallowed back a groan.
Fuuuuck.
“Did you get wet because you were dancing with that man?” My voice was low, barely audible above the muffled bass bleeding through the walls. “Or did you get wet knowing I was watching you put on that little show?”
Serafina hissed between her teeth at my voice, at my words.
How goddamn adorable.
My lips brushed against her ear, a featherlight touch that sent a small tremor through her body. I pressed closer, my mouth hovering just beneath the sensitive curve of her jaw. “Did you enjoy me watching, wife…?” I let the word linger, savoring the weight of it. “Knowing what I would do to that man afterward?”
Serafina pressed her lips together, refusing to answer. But her small body trembled once, the tiniest shiver that didn’t go unnoticed. Defiance ran through her veins; I could see it in her clenched jaw and the way she held herself rigid.
But her body betrayed her. It always did.
I rubbed my fingers against the stickiness of her arousal, touching her inner thigh, feeling her skin on mine. It had been too goddamn long since I’d felt her like this.
“Does violence turn you on, Princess?”
My hand moved upward, and when I found the wet heat between her legs, I shoved one finger inside her. Rough. Hard. Merciless in my assault.
The tight, clenching wetness of her cunt swallowed me whole, and the sound that escaped her was barely human—a sharp, broken moan that vibrated into my chest.
Her eyes widened, shock and desire coursing through them.
She didn’t fight me. She could have, but she didn’t.
No…
My wife whimpered again, her hips bucking greedily against my hand, chasing the pressure, the friction, the cruel invasion.
“Oh yes,” I rasped into her ear, my voice thick with triumph, but the words tasted like damnation. “It turns you on.”
I pulled my finger out slowly, feeling the desperate clench of her inner walls trying to keep me inside. I teased her opening and then I thrust back in—harder this time, deeper, curling my finger against the spot that made her breath hitch. I did it again and again, loving the way she responded to my touch.
Her lips parted with a silent gasp, her pussy pulsing and clamping around my finger, almost like she was begging me to stay inside.
So desperate. So needy.
Fuck, I loved that.
The fury in my chest hadn’t dimmed. If anything, it intensified, feeding on her response, on the way her body opened for me even as her mouth refused to speak. She wanted this. She wanted the violence of it, the roughness, the way I took what I wanted without asking permission. She had spent months trying to provoke me, and now that I was giving her exactly what she’d been begging for, she couldn’t maintain the facade.
I brought my face closer, leaning my forehead against the wall beside her head, and our eyes met. “You’ve missed me, wife.”
My words seemed to drag her out of the lustful haze, and her eyes sharpened with defiance, but not her body. No, she still clenched around my finger even as her face transformed into a sinister, beautiful expression of abhorrence.
“Missed you?” Serafina laughed, a cruel, heartless laugh. “I wanted you dead, Adrian. Every day, every minute, every second…” Her voice dropped lower, intimate in its cruelty. “I had reveled in the thought that I put a bullet in your heart.”
The words should have sliced through me; her malice should have pained me. But it didn’t. The scar tissue beneath my shirt tightened, and I felt nothing but a dark, twisted satisfaction.
“Except you didn’t.” I pressed my finger deeper, and she gasped. “You missed.”
“By accident.”
“Was it?” My thumb found her clit, circling with deliberate pressure. Her hips jerked. Oh yeah, she liked that. “An accident? I think your aim is pretty good.”
Her jaw clenched. I could see the tendons in her neck flexing, the effort it took to maintain the mask when her body was screaming its surrender.
“I won’t miss next time,” she whispered, and the words were meant to sound like a threat but came out breathless. “I promise you that.”
“I look forward to it.” I pressed my cock against the curve of her ass, letting her feel the full, aching hardness of what she did to me. She gasped again—a sharp, involuntary sound that went straight to my groin. “I have found that you trying to kill me is quite entertaining...” I rolled my hips against her, grinding the rigid length of me into her. “It turns me on.”