Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 62056 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62056 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
"Y-You don't understand."
"Then make me," he bites out between clenched teeth. "Make me fucking understand—-"
"I'm saying there's nothing more you can do," I say with a teary laugh, "because I already believe you."
"God. Damn. You."
Rashad yanks me into his arms, and I can't remember feeling any more cherished as he starts showering my face with kisses.
"I love you, Madeleine, I love you. God, I love you."
His voice is hoarse, tender, and humble, and while I know I will never forget this moment for the rest of my life, there's something more important that we must do, and so I curl my arms around his neck and whisper, "I love you, too, so..."
Rashad jerks when he sees me perch myself on the edge of Grandpa's desk.
"Can you please, please finally eat me?"
His stunned expression turns into incredulity. "Madeleine..."
I pout up at him. "What?"
Rashad looks as if he's torn between spanking my bottom for pleasure or punishment. "You do know your's grandfather's wealthy enough to hide you from me—-"
A knock on the door cuts him off.
"Maddy?"
It's Grandpa.
"You have another visitor."
Rashad stiffens.
"Who is it, Grandpa?"
"It's...Brian."
I raise my brow at Rashad. Will you eat me or not?
Rashad's gaze narrows. Don't you dare.
I start to jump off the desk, but Rashad moves with lightning speed as he opens the door just enough to look straight into my grandfather's eyes and say, "Madeleine and I have made up, Paco. Brian will just have to fuck off."
All I can do is laugh as Rashad's tone remains courteous even when dropping an F-bomb, and it sounds like my grandfather finds this just as amusing as I hear him chuckle in response.
"I'll let him know my granddaughter's unavailable."
"I believe I said the boy can fuck off."
"Permanently unavailable then."
"I suppose that would do for now."
It's impossible not to notice the jealous possessiveness in Rashad's voice, and I'm almost tempted to pinch myself. I still don't understand why he loves me so, but since God gave Mr. Mine to me, who am I to question Him?
More importantly, it also means that God gave me to Mr. Mine, and so...
I get into work as soon as I hear Rashad close the door, and by the time he turns around, I already have my legs wide open, and my panties are on the floor.
"Madeleine, fuck..."
And then he's pouncing on me like the big, bad cat I've always envisioned him to be, and all I can do is moan as he has me flat on my grandfather's desk, and his mouth closes over my stiff, pearly bud of pleasure.
Yes, ooooooh yes. yes.
My fingers drive through his raven-black curls, and my legs somehow end up tossed over his shoulder as Rashad sucks hungrily on my clit.
"Oh God, Mr. Mine..."
I feel and hear him growl just before his teeth scrapes against my engorged clit, and I start seeing stars as lust electrifies every cell of my body.
Uh...oh...
Rashad suddenly jerks away, but before I can even moan in protest and demand that his head be back between my legs, it's his other head that's now nudging against the swollen folds of my drenched flesh.
Uh...oh...uh...oh...
His thick, thick cock plunges hard and deep into my sobbing, shuddering pussy, and when his huge, huge member rips past my hymen—-
My brain shuts down as Rashad starts pounding into me, but since Mariah Carey seems to have taken a break, it's Beyoncé who ends up coming to my rescue as Crazy In Love's catchphrase plays over and over in my mind.
Uh...oh...uh...oh...uh...oh...you...know.
My dazed gaze takes in the harsh look of need on Rashad's handsome face, and as our eyes meet, he says hoarsely, "I love you—-"
The die-hard romantic in me just, well, dies, and as my body shatters in pleasure, all I can do is whimper the same thing over and over.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
Epilogue
It's a little over a week since Madeleine was formally welcomed as the newest (future) member of our family, and we're on our way to Paradijs for her first royal engagement when my little blonde troublemaker tells me she's finally figured out how she wants me to atone for my lies.
Since her amber eyes are now full of mischief, I can only sigh and prepare myself for the worst. "Go on."
"I'd like you to talk to Adam..."
My gaze narrows. "What for?"
Madeleine excitedly unveils her plan, and I realize how badly I've underestimated my fiancée's talent for trouble.
"You fucking want me to do what?"
Her lips form a pout. "It isn't that hard."
"Are you serious?" I'd rather get into a fistfight with a fucking bear than do what she's asked.
"Please, Mr. Mine."
Ah, fuck.
I know I should be used to it by now, but I'm not, and so I still end up like putty in her hands every time she calls me that, and fuck, fuck, fuck—-
She's now grinding her pussy against my cock, and I can feel my I.Q. sinking faster than the fucking Titanic.