Bitter Truths: A Twisted Arranged Marriage Romance (Crimson Falls Duet Book 2) Dani René (cool books to read TXT) 📖

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Scarlett

When I wake up, Lycan is sitting on the bed with his back to me. His elbows resting on his knees as his head hangs down. I wonder what he’s thinking, but I don’t interrupt him. I don’t speak.

He must know I’m awake, because I move, rolling over to really look at him. His body is perfectly beautiful. Thick corded muscles tense from whatever is racing through his mind. His shoulders wide, strong, a promise of a man who can look after himself and me.

My husband.

He fucked me again last night, and still the question hung between us like a heavy weight in the room. My answer non-existent, but I owe him the truth. I do. Never once have I wanted to lie to him, and this time will be no different. He is the man I love, and he needs to know that. I chose him. But then, his doubt is not unfounded.

“Yes.”

He doesn’t turn to look at me, but I notice how he stiffens at the whispered word that falls from my lips. His muscles in his back tense, and release, and I take in just how beautiful his smooth, tanned flesh is. There isn’t a blemish in sight.

“One night.” Is all he says before he stands and walks to the en-suite bathroom, leaving me alone in bed. My head hurts. My heart hurts. And my body thrums with the need to make him see just how much I love him.

He still doesn’t believe me.

Even though I told him, honestly, how I felt. Even though I married him without being coerced. Can he not see the guilt I feel? Or is he ignoring the fact that I care for him so deeply that I didn’t want to answer his question last night.

Stepping into the bathroom, I find him already under the warm spray. I join him, allowing my hands to trail over his strong back. Even though he’s disappointed in the answer I gave, honesty is always the best path to follow.

I learned that by watching my parents. They were never honest with each other, and that’s where they were wrong. They hurt each other with lies, and I don’t want to be like them.

“I’m sorry.”

Lycan spins at my words, and I gasp when his cock presses against my stomach. He’s tall, and the thickness of him against my soft belly throbs as he pulls me closer. His strong hands grasping my hips in a vice-like hold.

Like this, he seems like a wild animal. One that’s about to lay claim to his possession, which is me. And my blood heats at the thought. I want to be his, every part of me screams for him to take me. Never before have I craved such violence, such volatile possessiveness, but with Lycan, it makes me hungry for more.

“Never apologize for needing something, for craving it,” he growls, the words feral and animalistic. “When you just admitted it, I wanted to fuck you so hard, you’d be bruised, I wanted to make you hurt, and scream, just loud enough for him to hear you.”

Lycan’s hands trail to my ass as he lifts me against him. My core at the tip of his cock, and slowly, ever so gently, he impales me on this erection. The thickness of him opening me, making me gasp as pleasure zips through every nerve ending in my body.

It’s as if electricity has been shot straight into my veins, and I’m alive. He turns us until my back is flush against the cold tiles. The heat of the spray thrums against my chest as Lycan pulls out and slams back inside me, sending my pleasure into the abyss of darkness while he grips my throat with one hand and my thigh with the other.

It’s a punishing hold. He steals my breath with a pulse of his fingers, and I realize he can feel my erratic heartbeat as it thrums against his thumb. “You’re mine, but I want you to find the most euphoric pleasure you can,” he informs me as his lips tease mine. I want him to kiss me, but he doesn’t. “He and I will take you, we will fuck you to within an inch of your life,” he promises with a dark vow, “and when you come, it will be my eyes you look into, even though my brother will be fucking your pretty little ass,” he grunts this time as he fucks me against the cold wall, sending shivers of pleasure and pain through me.

“Please, Lycan,” I plead, as he slowly pulls out of me. He lowers me to my feet before spinning me around and bending me over.

“Palms on the wall,” he orders, with a spank to my ass. Both cheeks zing when his large palm lands on the fleshy globes. And then he grips me, opening me to his gaze, and I can’t stop from blushing when I realize what he’s about to do.

His fingers taunt me, teasing the ring of muscle as he dips inside my body. He continues his ministrations, using my arousal to slick his fingers as he scissors me open until my knees are trembling. I shake as he teases me, the strange feeling sending both pleasure and pain through me. It’s different, nothing like I’ve ever experienced, but it’s what Lycan does to me. He takes me down new paths I never expected to enjoy. I do. I enjoy every moment with him, everything he does to my body, I find euphoria. He plays my body like a musical instrument, and he brings out a melody of pure ecstasy from me.

“Before he gets this,” Lycan says, his voice low and menacing. “I’m going to fuck you hard.” And then, slowly, ever so fucking slowly, he inches himself into my ass. I cry out as he sinks inside me, deeper and deeper. I claw against the slippery tiles as he claims me from behind. The pain zips up and down my spine, a promise