Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 41151 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 206(@200wpm)___ 165(@250wpm)___ 137(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 41151 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 206(@200wpm)___ 165(@250wpm)___ 137(@300wpm)
Dreamy is not weak, but she is soft. She is not calculating, but she is smart. She is selfless and she is kind and she is adored, not just by me, but by the crew who saw her give herself up to save their lives. She is everything to me, and I think we have become everything to her.
Dreamy
Shah. When I make the sound of his name in my head it makes me quiver all the way down between my legs. He is the master of making love, so dominant and yet careful, sensual and giving. He is synonymous with happiness and pleasure.
I don’t remember everything that has happened between us. The frequent treatments I was given at the Colony have left me slightly addled, as the Seer predicted. I might not always know why I feel a certain way, but as long as I follow my feelings, everything seems to work out.
Shah runs his hand over my belly. “I want to see you swell,” he murmurs, five o’clock shadow rasping lightly against my cheek as he shares his dreams with me. “I want to make a life and a family with you. Our babies will be so beautiful and strong, just like their mama.”
“How can we have babies if you’re not inside me?”
“Minx,” he chuckles. “You’re a horny little beast, Dreamy.”
“I’m just saying, you talk a big game, but babies don’t come from words.” I’m smiling broadly. One of my favorite things to do is tease Shah. He gets deliciously dominant and growly. He might even punish me if I push him hard enough. I have faint, echoing memories of earning his ire. Whenever they flash to my mind, it turns me on. I am attracted to his strength and his danger.
Before I know it, my challenge is being met. Shah is over me like a big beast, his dark eyes devouring my naked body. I do not sleep wearing anything in his bed. He likes to feel all of me, just as I like to feel all of him. His cock is hot and hard against my belly, throbbing with a life of its own.
“Is this where you wanted me?” He growls the question as he sheaths himself deep inside me, making me stretch all the way around his massive cock. I may have missing memories of him here and there, but my body has never forgotten him. I am where I belong.
“Yes!” I moan, clutching at his muscular arms, gazing into his perfectly dark eyes, giving myself to him so completely I forget to be myself and become an instrument of pure pleasure.
“We’re going to have babies,” he tells me. “We’re going to have a family, and you’re going to be their mom. And we’re going to retire from this ship. And Malik’s going to take it over. And I am going to raise my family with you, Dreamy. It’s going to be perfect.”
He growls these sweet images into my ear while pounding me against his bed, this rough and powerful lord of crime who wants nothing more than to be a father to my babies and the love of my life.
Zeki
Folding boxes. Folding boxes. Folding boxes. Folding boxes. Thinking about revenge and folding boxes. What was that? Revenge? Folding boxes. Revenge? Folding boxes. Revenge boxes. Boxes of revenge? Revenge for what? Folding boxes.
12:13 pm, time for gruel. Mm. Tastes like revenge.
I am a good worker.
I am a bad girl.
I don’t belong here.
Folding boxes.