Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 28975 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 145(@200wpm)___ 116(@250wpm)___ 97(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28975 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 145(@200wpm)___ 116(@250wpm)___ 97(@300wpm)
“I have no idea,” she said breathlessly.
“Do you think there is a chance they could have been more? Like … lovers?”
Anastasia groaned. “I don’t know and I don’t want to think about him or my mom. He was like a father to me, and I’m liking what you’re doing a little too much to be thinking about him.”
He moved one hand from her waist and curled it up her body, to cup one full tit. He couldn’t resist giving the peak a little pinch, and he heard her soft, guttural moan that was so fucking sexy.
The desire to fuck her was so great. Even though they were out in the open, they were at his private, secluded island, which no one knew about. No one would ever be able to find them. They were completely safe.
He’d told Gustov their meeting was going to have to wait. Any trust he had in the other man had slowly begun to evaporate. People were not telling the full tale, and it was starting to piss him off.
They were putting his wife at risk. He didn’t want Anastasia to pay the price for another person’s incompetence.
“Please,” she said.
“What is it you want, baby?” he asked.
“You.”
He chuckled. “That’s not good enough. You’ve been my wife long enough to know what I want.”
She whimpered.
“You’ve got to tell me with those words I know you’re so good at.”
Another feminine groan escaped her lips, and he found himself getting so hard at just hearing her make that noise.
“What do you want, baby?”
“I want you.”
“I know, but you’ve got to give me details.”
“I want your cock … deep … inside … me.”
He smiled. He felt his cock twitch, because the truth was, that was exactly where he wanted to be as well. “Tilt your pelvis up,” he said.
She did as he instructed, and this was one of the many reasons he loved this woman. She didn’t question him. Anastasia followed his directions, she trusted him.
Just as he thrust deep inside her, sinking into her tight yet wet cunt, he couldn’t help but tense up.
Love.
Bogdan knew his feelings for this woman had changed over the course of their short marriage. How could it not? When he was instructed to marry her, he didn’t want her. He didn’t want any woman, let alone an Italian mafia woman. And yet, here they were.
The biggest revelation to him was that he had fallen in love with his wife. How the fuck had that happened?
Anastasia hadn’t done anything memorable or striking. Yes, she could take care of herself, fire a gun, defend herself. She could cook and laugh with him. She didn’t treat him like a monster, nor did she cower away from him. There were a lot of things Anastasia did that defied the odds, and above all else, she made him ache.
For years, he had been alone, without a single care in the world. It was his path, his chosen vocation, and now he couldn’t help but question it. Now he was considering a life with a wife. A wife with children. He wanted to build a family, to keep them safe, and to no longer walk this earth alone. And that was probably one of the scariest things he had ever considered.
“Bogdan?” she asked.
“I’ve got you.” He kissed her temple.
She turned her head, just enough so he could look into her eyes. There was this soft smile on her lips. “I know. You always have me.”
He couldn’t resist those lips, and he reached for her, kissing her, and knowing he didn’t want anything else to happen to her. Not on his watch.
She gave a little moan, and he tightened his grip on her waist and then began to rock gently within her, all the time knowing he was falling for his wife. His very perfect and beautiful wife. And he didn’t want to leave her alone. He wanted to keep her with him at all times. Never let her go. She was everything to him.
Breaking the kiss, he pulled out of her pussy, and without patience because he simply didn’t feel any, he spun her around and moved between her spread legs. She let out a whimper, and then he seated himself to the hilt, only this was much better, because he could stare into her eyes.
This was his wife, the love of his life, and he was not going to let her go.
He felt this overwhelming possessive need sweep over him, and it was a feeling that was not going away.
She was perfect, his sweet wife.
Chapter Nine
Bogdan’s island was perfect.
Anastasia stared out across the beach where they had spent most of the previous day making love and basking in each other’s company. Something was different with him. She couldn’t quite put her finger on it, but she knew it existed.
There was no denying the feelings that had swept over her in recent weeks. She hadn’t wanted to be married. Bogdan had been a terrifying prospect for a husband, and now she didn’t want to be without him. There was a threat to her life, and while they were together, he would be in danger.