Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 78827 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78827 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
I hear the shower running, but then Nikolas says, “I expected more clothes.”
I don’t bother replying while I struggle to reach the zipper so I can get out of the damn wedding dress. Nikolas’ hands nudge mine away and tugs the zipper down. His warm breath fans over my neck. “What did you do with the money I transferred to your account?”
I let out a chuckle. “I donated it.”
He grabs hold of my shoulders, and my stomach hits the gold and glass island of drawers where all his watches, ties, belts, and cufflinks are on display. I’m forcefully bent over the golden frame, my palms slapping against the glass.
“You did what?” he growls in my ear.
“I donated the money.”
When his hand connects with my butt, I let out a chuckle instead of a shriek. Today, something in me snapped, and it changed me irrevocably.
I no longer fear Nikolas. By marrying me, he showed me I matter to him. The action spoke a million words even though his demeanor is still cold and ruthless.
The head of the mafia wouldn’t do anything he doesn’t want to.
He couldn’t let me marry Christos, and that can only be because he wants me.
A smirk forms on my face when he spanks me again. “God,” I moan. “Enough with the foreplay.”
My dress is ripped down my body, the satin tearing. My panties bite into my skin, then they’re torn away.
Just like a week ago, Nikolas enters me with zero tenderness and a whole lot of aggression. The thrusts that follow are savage and unrestrained, filling me completely, and then some.
I whimper against the glass, my fingers leaving smudges as I claw for grip. His breaths are ragged, his body moving like a violent force set on destroying me.
“Nikolas,” I gasp, the pain fading and unadulterated desire taking its place. “Harder. I want to feel all your power.”
His hand wraps around the back of my neck, pressing me hard to the glass, my breasts squashed beneath me. With a brutal grip on me, he hammers into me until I’m delirious.
A hard slap to my buttcheek has pleasure splintering inside me. The sharp edges cut, allowing the ecstasy to seep into my veins. It’s so potent I can’t breathe, a whimpering cry the only sound I can make.
So so good.
Nikolas yanks me up, my back hitting his bare chest. He buries himself deep inside of me with a harsh breath. His forehead presses against my shoulder, his arms wrapping around my front and gripping me in a painfully tight hold.
As my husband comes inside me, taking his pleasure from my body while holding me with all his strength, the corner of my mouth lifts in triumph.
Tess; 1. Nikolas; 0
Chapter 25
Nikolas
Looking in the mirror that fills the entire wall at the back of the closet and seeing the smirk on Tess’ face, I lift her off her feet and carry her to the bed.
I plan on fucking that smirk right off her face.
I throw her onto the covers and crawl over her body, nudging her legs open with a knee. “You like this game?”
She nods, triumph making her eyes shine like polished stones.
Slipping my hand between her legs, I pinch her clit, drawing a cry from her. Her back arches, and she tries to swat my hand away, but I grab hold of her wrist and pin it to the bed. “Ah-ah-ah. You don’t get to be in control.”
She tries to close her legs, but I force them open with my shoulders. Dragging my nose through her trimmed curls, I take a deep breath of her arousal and let go of her clit, only for my teeth to bite down on her.
Tess begins to struggle against me, but her efforts are futile. I free her wrist, so I can grab hold of her hips, and keeping her in place, I start to suck her hard, not soothing her with my tongue.
I keep up the relentless pace until her hands fist painfully in my hair, and her body convulses as if I’m electrocuting her.
As she orgasms, a scream tears from her, pure fucking music to my ears. Only then do I ease up on her, gently massaging her clit with my fingers.
When I lift my head and take in her flushed cheeks and the tear spiraling over her temple, my mouth curves up in satisfaction. “That makes us even now.”
If I thought I managed to put her in her place, I’m wrong. Tess sits up, and moving onto her knees, she shoves at my chest. “I’m not done yet.”
Anger still simmers in her eyes, and just because I want to see how far she’ll take this, I lie down on my back, getting comfortable against the pillows.
For a moment, Tess looks unsure about what to do, but then she wraps her fingers around my cock. When she can’t close her fist around my width, her other hand joins in. I almost chuckle, but she tightens her grip and pumps me hard, making me instantly harden for her again.