Total pages in book: 7
Estimated words: 6671 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 33(@200wpm)___ 27(@250wpm)___ 22(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 6671 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 33(@200wpm)___ 27(@250wpm)___ 22(@300wpm)
S: Yeah but she didn’t even do that.
A: Still
S: Who would have thought she’s fall first?
I can still read ladies…
A: sorry
S: sorry
I shake my head at their antics, but they are right. I never would have thought it would have been me. I roll over to him and his eyes are closed. I reach my hand out and trace over his scar lightly.
“You’re the villain. I shouldn’t want the villain, but I do.” Thinking about every romance novel I’ve read or romantic poem. The good guys always win, and I’ve never given much thought to the bad guys.
“Villains are better baby. Hero’s do too much good. Love needs villains.
“Obsession needs villains,” I correct.
“Absolutely.”
“What do we do now?” I ask, running my hand down his chest, under the covers to his hard cock. I wrap my fist around him and stoke him gently. He’s touched me, but I haven’t had the chance to touch him.
He groans but doesn’t stop me. I throw the covers back and lean over him. I kiss the head of his cock, before sucking on it gently. His hands immediately tangle in my hair, guiding me and I love it. I take more of him into my mouth, but it doesn’t all fit, so I use my hand to get the the rest of him.
“Jesus, baby. You’re too good at this.”
“First time, babe,” I promise.
“God.”
He stops me and pulls me up and sets me down on him. I guide his cock into my pussy and I ride him until my thighs tingle.
“I’m gonna put a baby in you,” he growls as he fills me.
“You better,” I moan, as I come hard.
We spent a week holed up in the cabin, even though the snow melted days ago. He flew home with me since Stacee and Ashlee went back to their places. He’s pretty much moved in with me while I finish out the school year here. I’ll start fresh next year in New York.
This is all happening so fast, but I don’t care. It works for us. He’s letting me go at my own pace with this, but I’m done fucking around. I’m ready for him and our future together.
On Valentine’s Day, he officially proposed to me. It was like something out of fairy tale. He tells me about his work, even though I don’t ask. He says that secrets can get you killed. It’s one his family mottos. He’s been flying back and forth to New York to get his house ready for me and to do whatever work needs to be done by him. I am getting more and more excited as time goes on. We set a June wedding, but I don’t think I can wait that long, nor can I ask him to. I found out that I’m pregnant today and nothing is more important than my obsession, my love for him.
“Hey baby,” he says as he walks into the kitchen.
“Hey,” I say, jumping into his waiting arms.
“How’d the doctor go today?” he asks after kissing me senseless.
“What? Oh… well… we’re gonna have a baby!” I shout and then I’m back down on my feet and he’s on his knees.
“Fuck, yes,” he says, stroking my still flat tummy.
“I obsessed with you,” I say, for the first time.
He looks up at me, surprised.
“You mean it?”
“Yes.”
“I’m obsessed with you too,” he says, coming to his full height.
“I know.”
“You’ve made me the happiest man in the fucking world, you know that right?”
“I do, because you’ve made me the happiest woman in the world.”
“What a fucking pair we are.”
I took me a minute to catch up with him, but now that I have I can’t imagine a single second of my life without him in it.
For a villain, he sure knows how to make me feel like the only girl in the world. His world. And there’s nowhere else I’d rather be.