Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27214 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 136(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27214 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 136(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
“You think that is funny?” she asked.
With every sound of his laughter, it tore her heart out. This was not fun. She wanted to burst into tears.
“Trish is not my girlfriend.”
“Trish? That’s her name. She looked a little too comfortable not to be.”
“Trish is one of the whores I employ. She loves cock and loves making money from riding cock, but I am not fucking Trish.” He didn’t back away. He didn’t give her any space. “Is that what you think?” he asked. “That I’ve got a line of women at my beck and call?”
“Don’t you?”
“No. I could. All it would take is a snap of my fingers, and there would be a line of women waiting to service me, Winnie, but I don’t.”
“Do you expect me to believe that?” she asked.
She was so hopeful that he was telling the truth. Elias had never lied to her, at least not that she was aware of. Did he really have no one?
He leaned in close so his lips were against her ear. The closeness shouldn’t affect her, but she found herself wanting to sink against him.
“Why would I have other women, Winnie, when I have you waiting for me?” he asked.
This made her pull back, and she opened her eyes to look at him. “But … you and I … it’s in name only.”
“For now. But tell me, Winnie, are you curious to know what it would be like between you and me?” he asked. He didn’t pull away. “Is that why you’re jealous? Would you like to be my wife in more than name?”
Every part of Winnie was screaming to run, to hide. This man was a wolf, he was a monster, and she didn’t have any clue what kind of game he was playing. She was no master. She was a child in comparison. Only, that jealousy hadn’t felt nice. She hated it. Lying to him was not the answer.
“Yes,” she said, surprising both of them.
Even more so, she didn’t know how she felt so bold, but she reached up and cupped his face. Elias didn’t move, nor did he move his hands from the counter.
Cupping his face, she stared into his eyes, and then kissed him. She had no idea what she was doing, she followed her intuition. His lips were firm, yet soft, and as she kissed him, the hands that had been trapping her in place wrapped around her.
His touch sent a shockwave of pleasure rushing through her, and she didn’t want him to stop. Their kiss deepened, the first real kiss they had shared.
In pulling her close, she felt the hard ridge of his cock pressing against her stomach, and she let out a little moan, which he swallowed down, kissing her harder. She whimpered, not wanting him to stop.
And then, like a bucket of cold water, his cell phone went off, and that brought their kiss, and the possibility of finally consummating their marriage, to a close.
****
Elias was pissed off.
He had finally kissed his wife. Not the pathetic fucking pecks on the cheek or head he had been giving her, but a real kiss. Admittedly, after she initiated it, but he was taking full advantage. He’d been trying to figure out a way of getting her out of her clothes and into his bed, when his stupid fucking cell phone went off.
It was his informant cop. Another girl had been found, but this one was at the nightclub where he had been last night. Now, he was pissed off. Bozo had done this on purpose. The piece-of-shit pimp seemed to have a few more cards up his sleeve than Elias anticipated, and it was starting to grate on his nerves. It was time to end Bozo, especially as the cops conducted their investigation.
He followed them into the security room and watched the security tape while they checked for signs of the dead female. Elias took the opportunity to see the jealousy on his wife’s face when she caught Trish talking to him. He knew he shouldn’t be happy about seeing her jealousy, but it made life a lot more interesting.
There were moments he thought his wife was attracted to him. He had vowed to keep her safe, which meant keeping his distance.
The police reports, social services, and medical records only said so much. At no point was she ever put on birth control pills. There was no sign of rape or abuse in any other report, other than physical. No sexual. There were no complaints of sexual abuse from foster parents, but he also knew some people didn’t tell. He had no way of knowing if Winnie was a virgin.
After several hours, the police deemed that the body had been dumped. Bozo had known where the cameras were. She was dumped in a place away from the cameras. Someone in his bar was not loyal to him.