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“You damn right you will.”
“Make me a list and I’ll add it to my growing debts.”
Bullets got a kick out of that. “Where you at, anyway?”
“Where I have a signal, why?”
“Bring your ass here and see Mia. I’ll feed you since you’ll need all the strength you can get.”
“A true brother,” he chuckled. “I’ll be there in half an hour.”
“Make it an hour.”
“I’ll take the scenic route. Later.”
Bullets hung up and made his way back inside, hurrying to his room before his princess got busy with things that didn’t involve his cock buried in her.
Standing next to his sleeping beauty, he undid his jeans and got naked, his mind already burning with plans. His little Viking vixen loved being his love slave and it turned out he fucking lovedmakingher. A littletoomuch. Maybe he’d bring it up in that husband class they were supposed to have. Fuck, when was that?
From where he stood, she lay on her stomach with one leg hiked up, begging for it even in her sleep. He tugged the blanket, slowly uncovering his treasure. His cock pulsed as the sheet-edge reached her cute ass but that tiny little moan and lift of her hips is what fingered the trigger on his lust.
He froze at seeing red on the white sheet. Oh fuck, no. “Mia.” She gave another moan and panic brought his hand to the hair over her face, moving it. “Mia.”
“Husband,” she murmured, turning over.
His gaze moved all along her body as sickness knotted his stomach. He hurried to her mouth, kissing her softly. “I hurt you.”
“What?” she mumbled, stroking his face with a hunger.
He clenched his eyes tight as fury turned his muscles into stone. “There’s fucking blood, I hurt you.”
She pulled him on top of her and he moved next to her. “It’s just my monthly,” she said, on top of him now, giving his mouth tiny pecks. “You cannot hurt me,” she said simply. “I am very strong.”
His breath left him as he held her face and kissed her back with a deep moan, so fucking relieved. “Don’t you dare let me hurt you. You understand? I mean it. I don’t care how much youthinkI want it, I will be so fucking pissed if you don’t stop me. I can’t know what’s too much, onlyyoucan and I’m trusting you to honor me in that.”
She giggled her kisses all over his face. “Are you making me?”
His hands covered her ass and squeezed. “It’s a hard, direct order.” He pressed her against his sick cock, already raging again in the span of five seconds. “Now, about this…monthly.”
“I don’t mind if you want to.”
He held her face, staring at her. “Well, I mind. How long is it?”
The corners of her mouth turned down as she squinted. “Five days for me.”
“Five,” he muttered, getting one of his favorite things—a cute, big laugh.
“Is this like five years to my husband?”
“You’re in my heart and soulandmy mind, I see.”
“But I can still make my husband feel so good?”
He tugged her descending body back up. “After I showerifI say. And after your brother leaves.” He grinned at the immediate hope in her wide eyes. “He’s on his way. I’m cooking both of you breakfast and you’re going to be a good girl and let your husband serve his bride.”
Her face fell with a “But—”
“No,” he cut in. “Youwillsubmit in this.”
