Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 78236 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78236 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
A devilish smile spreads across her face as she sets down her coffee and steps around the table. She straddles my hips as one of my fingers slips into her sweet pussy that’s already wet and waiting for me.
She pushes the paper and pen to my chest.
“Well, Mr. Monti, do we have a deal?” she asks as she casually undoes my belt, her soft fingers gripping around my hard, throbbing cock. She leans over and whispers into my ear, her natural fragrance flaring my nostrils, “Sign this, and I’ll wear that anklet of yours every day so everyone knows who I belong to.”
I continue to roll my thumb over her sweet pussy as she glides her hand up and down my cock.
“They will know who you belong to in name alone,” I growl, then I nod to her ring. “And because of that.”
She chuckles and taps on the contract I’m still holding. “Only you can make that happen. Sign, asshole,” she says in a sweet and sickly tone.
CHAPTER 69
Rya
Dear Miss Ricci
Should you have cold feet in advance of today’s event, know that I will literally hunt you down to the ends of the earth, and you will be severely punished.
Reply.
Crue
Dear Mr. Monti
I was told my husband would be a sweet type of fellow. So how did I end up with someone so crude, brash, and still probably only in my top two at best?
That is the only time I will reply.
Your Betrothed
I fight the burning heat that feels like it’s clawing up my chest. I think about the new contract Crue and I signed. And now I have to uphold my end of the bargain. But shit, if that didn’t make it awkward with the hundreds of people sitting in chairs and staring at us now.
And instead of the Ricci daughter he announced at the engagement party, Honey stands as the maid of honor. But by the way she’s clearly eye fucking Dawson across the room, I think she’s grateful I took this place.
The exact thing I ran away from all of those years is where I have ended up now.
Beside one of the most dangerous men in the world.
Possessive.
Controlling.
A complete asshole.
Crue is every one of these things and so much more.
But despite that, I sure as hell won’t let him walk all over me.
What am I considered now? A criminal defense lawyer with the intention to open her own firm when I returned to New York. And… a boss?
When I asked Crue what his men would call me from now on, he laughed before pulling me back into his lap at the lake house. His hand had brushed against my cheek, wiping away a few strands of loose hair. “You will be revered as my queen. And anyone who tries to speak to you casually or indirectly without my permission will end up dead.”
I smile now at that memory, looking into the dark, molten eyes of Crue that most certainly promise all the wicked thrills to come. And if he pisses me off, I’ll knee him in the balls or possibly shoot him in the other leg. After all, it’s a wife’s duty to keep her husband in line, isn’t it?
Running my hands down my dress, I walk to the end, where my husband waits.
He leans in and whispers for only me to hear,
“Ready to give me your lethal vows, wife.”
And I can’t help but smirk as that word leaves his mouth.
Who knew it would create butterflies in my stomach.
Who knew I’d love this man with everything I am?
He did.
That’s who.
Asshole.