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  “Please, fuck me.”

  He held her hips as he moved his cock to her entrance. Quinn tightened his grip, slamming in deep. Kaley screamed at the depth of the penetration. He ran his hands up and down her back, soothing her.

  “I’m going to fuck you so damn hard you’re not going to be able to walk straight without thinking about me.”

  “I always think about you, Quinn.”

  He smiled. He liked that a hell of a lot. All he ever thought about was Kaley.

  After pulling out of her tight cunt, he slammed back inside. Quinn didn’t let up, fucking her harder with each thrust. He truly couldn’t believe this woman was his to keep.

  ****

  Kaley pushed back against him, groaning at the depth of his cock. She didn’t need him to leave a mark on her body. Quinn had left a mark on her heart and soul. There was no other man for her.

  She could forgive him anything, even him reading her stories.

  He fucked her hard, harder than ever before, and she loved every second of it. She found herself looking at the ring on her finger, evidence of their coming union. They were going to be married for all to see. No other woman would ever have a hold of him.

  She intended to be the only woman he ever needed.

  The movies she watched for her research had also given her ideas of her own. She pushed back against him, taking more of him.

  “So fucking tight.”

  Quinn pulled out of her, flipping her onto her back and sliding back inside her. She giggled at the determination on his face.

  This man was going to be all hers.

  He grabbed her hands, locking them above her head, keeping her still as he drove into her over and over again.

  “I love you, Kaley. I’m going to spend the rest of my life giving you everything you’ve ever wanted.”

  She believed every word he said. Quinn never broke a promise. He kept his word. The men he’d introduced her to tonight, she’d seen the loyalty between all three men. They had been through so much together. She knew if given the choice, they would die for each other. Their loyalty was that strong.

  “I love you.” She tightened her hand around his, feeling his cock drive harder inside her. Kaley thrust up to meet him. Her orgasm began to work up inside her, getting closer to the surface.

  She arched up as he swiveled his hips, touching her clit in the process.

  “That’s it, baby. Come all over my cock. Let me feel you explode.”

  Screaming his name, Kaley found release and the stars. He sucked on the pulse beside her neck as he found his own release.

  She felt every jerk and pulse as he filled her with his cum.

  “If you don’t use a condom, I’m going to end up pregnant.”

  “Would that be a bad thing?” he asked. Quinn collapsed over her. She took the whole of his weight, smiling.

  “I don’t think it would be a bad thing unless I ended up pregnant for my wedding. Everyone back home would start talking.”

  “They’d think I trapped you into marriage.” Quinn pushed some of her hair out of the way.

  “No, they would think I trapped you into marriage. Not the other way around.”

  “What can I say, I’m quite a catch.”

  She hit his shoulder, not liking his teasing. “You’re not playing fair.”

  “I always play fair.” He dropped a kiss to her lips.

  Quinn moved most of his weight off her but stayed inside. His cock was flaccid but still made its presence known within her body.

  “You don’t play fair. I better remember you’re a dirty player for when we do get married and have kids.” She smiled up at him. The very thought of having children with him filled her with happiness.

  “Now this is the look I thought a lot about while I was away.” He stroked a finger down her cheek.

  “Did you think about me a lot?”

  “All the time. Dorothy would send me pictures of you.”

  “Huh?”

  He pulled out of her and moved toward the wardrobe where he’d put all of his stuff. She sat up, tugging the blanket to cover her nakedness. Quinn came back with a shoebox. “This is what kept me going.” He handed her the box.

  Tucking hair behind her ear, she took the box from him. Removing the lid, she saw the abundance of letters and photographs.

  “Wow,” she said, shocked by the amount of stuff people had sent him. “I always wanted to write to you. I didn’t have the first clue what to say.” She looked up at him. “I’d start a letter then feel stupid. I didn’t think you’d want to hear from me.”

  Dorothy had told her to simply write. She never had, being too much of a coward.

  “I didn’t mind. Dorothy told me you struggled with what to write. I knew then I’d make sure there was never this distance between us.”

  She picked up a photo taken on Dorothy’s twenty-first birthday. Dorothy looked so happy. Kaley did as well. “You didn’t make it for her birthday.”

  “I sent you chocolates and roses.”

  “I remember. They were the roses I kept until they started to smell really bad.”

  He chuckled. Just looking through the stuff he’d kept let her know this had been a long time in coming.

  “You’re going to make me the happiest man in the world.”

  “I sure hope so.”

  Quinn cupped her cheek. After putting all the pictures back in the box, she placed the memories on the floor. “We don’t need those,” she said. “We’re going to make new ones.”

  Once she climbed out of the bed, she straddled his lap, cupping his face and kissing him. She made a vow to never hide from him. Quinn would be the one and only man she ever gave herself to. She’d be open and honest with him from the start. For the next fifty years, they were going to be the happiest couple in the world. They would have children together, make love, and enjoy each other, making every second count.

  Staring into his hazel eyes, she saw their whole world mapped out before them. She wasn’t scared but excited. There was nothing she wanted more than to be Quinn’s woman and to give him a wonderful life.

  And she did, with four children of their own.

  The End

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  CRIME LORD’S WIFE

  Curvy Women Wanted, 24

  Sam Crescent

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  Sample Chapter

  “Excuse me?” Rose Miles asked, looking at her husband and not the heavily inked man wearing slacks and a crisp white shirt with the sleeves rolled up.

  The mystery man held up the wedding band she’d given to her husband two years ago. At times, she truly believed it was the biggest mistake of her life. Sean Miles hadn’t exactly been loyal, loving, or kind. There were many nights when he didn’t come home, and she was grateful until the debts started to roll in. He’d stopped paying the rent, the electric, and the money disappeared from their joint account, and he never told her why. What Sean didn’t know was she’d opened a separate bank account and in recent weeks, she’d been looking at a possible divorce.

  She didn’t want to live with him anymore. This wasn’t the married life she wanted.

  “You’re mine,” he said.

  “Okay. So, you come in here at two in the morning and tell me to pack up because my husband decided to put me up for sale in a card game.” She laughed. “You think I’ll consider this legal?”

  “It is legal and binding,” he
said.

  “Just go with them, Rose,” Sean said.

  “Hell, no. Selling a person in a card game is not legal. I don’t give a crap.”

  “Do you have a million dollars?” Sean asked.

  “What?” There was no way she heard that price. Surely? It would be crazy, even for her husband.

  She looked at the man who was supposed to be the love of her life but had actually turned into one giant disappointment.

  “How? What?”

  “It’s what he has to pay. The rules of the game,” the man said.

  “How can you even join a damn thing like that when you don’t have that kind of cash?” She clenched her hands into fists.

  “Damn it, Rose, just go, okay? Do it. You know you want to.”

  She looked at the man. “Who are you? I don’t even know you.”

  He stared at her for a few seconds. She hated his perusal. It made her nervous.

  “Jared Cain.” He didn’t offer his hand.

  She put her hands on her hips, trying to calm her nerves. “I’m guessing that if I don’t go with you, bad stuff happens?”

  His brow rose.

  That was all.

  Glaring at Sean, she nodded. “Fine. I guess I’m your property for however long this happens to be. Do I get to go and pack a bag?” Maybe she could escape out of the window, even if she was afraid of heights. Any height, that was. She couldn’t stand to be near a window. Opening the curtains was a challenge if she allowed herself to look down.

  “No,” Jared said. “You come with me now.”

  She scoffed. “And I’ve got to do as I’m told?”

  “Yes.”

  She shook her head. “At least you’re honest.” Glancing at her husband and then at her owner, she couldn’t believe this was happening. As she stepped toward him, he put a hand at her back. Then she noticed the three other men in her home. They all looked dangerous, like they’d stepped right out of a gangster movie. Only this wasn’t some source of entertainment. This was her life and they were part of it.

  Nibbling on her lip, she averted her gaze as Jared urged her forward.

  Why was she agreeing to this? This wasn’t her debt. She stopped.

  “If you think you can argue with this, think again. You’re married to him. Whatever happens to him for not paying a debt will come down on your shoulders.”

  “You’ve got to be kidding, right?” she asked.

  “No.”

  “Who are you?”

  “Your husband thought he could play with the big boys. He’s going to realize he is nothing more than a child in the scheme of things. He thought he could bluff his way to the top. There is no such thing.” He pushed her forward and rather than put up a fight, she followed him out of their home, and into the night. There was a black car waiting; of course there was.

  Another gangster type stood holding the back passenger door open.

  She thanked him and climbed in. Being polite had been drilled into her when she was a child. Her parents hadn’t believed in rebellious children and any out-of-turn speaking was met with a slap.

  Pushing those thoughts to the back of her mind, she put the seatbelt on. She glanced at Jared to find him watching her.

  Tense, she quickly faced forward. “It’s rude to watch people,” she said.

  “I’m just staring at what now belongs to me.” His finger traced down her cheek, going to her neck.

  She grabbed said finger and held it. “Don’t.”

  He chuckled. “You think you’re in any position to tell me what to do?”

  “You’ve got yourself a wife. Don’t you know there’s no touching, not even any talking, or anything like that when it comes to being married?” She gritted her teeth. That was her marriage, even after the short time they’d been together.

  “I thought that was after fifty years?” he asked.

  “Then you’re very much wrong.”

  “Sean doesn’t satisfy you?”

  “This isn’t a conversation I want to have with you.” She slid her hands beneath her legs.

  She was in a car with a stranger. A man she didn’t know, and he’d touched her face. That one touch alone had done … something to her. Staring out of the window, she tried to ignore him.

  “It will be because as far as I’m concerned, you’re going to be riding my dick the moment we get back to my place. I’d like to know who I’m dealing with.”

  His words made her jerk and she looked at him, shocked. “Excuse me?”

  “Your husband sang your praises. Said you were worth a million dollars as he put this very band in the center of the table. He told us all that your pussy is like gold.”

  She frowned. “That’s not possible.”

  “Why not?”

  “Because … me and him, ugh!” She growled. The sex between her and Sean had been crap. What did this man expect from her?

  ****

  Jared expected the injustice, the anger, the resilience. After all, he’d just gone and told a strange woman that she’d become his. She now belonged to him. Every single part of her was nothing short of curvy perfection. The moment Sean put his wedding band in the ring and showed a picture of his woman, Jared had known he wanted her. Who wouldn’t with those big tits, full hips, and rounded ass? Every part of her called to him to possess. He wanted to fuck her, to hold on to those generous hips as he pounded inside her.

  He’d felt an instant heat in his cock and the need to see her in person, to take her, well, it had only gotten stronger. What he found even more fascinating than her indignation was her curiosity. Rose wanted him, or at least her body did. The shirt she wore molded to every single curve and the tightness of her nipples were a calling to be sucked. When he first saw her tonight, he thought he was going to have to go easy on her, but there was something between husband and wife, something he wasn’t quite sure of.

  What Rose Miles didn’t realize was the true extent of ownership he now claimed over her. The moment Sean had placed the wedding band within the circle, lawyers had been called, documents already signed. All he needed to do now was get Rose to sign them, and of course, the necessary paperwork was being drafted for her to become his in every sense of the word.

  He closed the door behind him and watched as she stood, hands clenched at her sides, waiting for whatever instruction she needed. Along with the marriage documents, he’d organized a full background check so he could know everything there was to know about his wife.

  She glanced around the apartment.

  What was she thinking? She bit her lip. Those white teeth sinking into the flesh but not drawing blood. He wanted to run his thumb across her lip, to know everything about her, and this was indeed a unique situation.

  Most women kept his attention for only a few minutes. He could fuck them and forget them just as fast. There was no doubt he was damn good in bed. When it came to the opposite sex, he never went out of his way to make them comfortable.

  Walking past her, he went straight to his whiskey stand and poured them both a small glass. He didn’t say a word as he moved back to her. She still stood in his corridor. Placing the glass in her hand, he stared at her, waiting.

  She took a sip, wrinkled her nose, and downed the rest.

  Smiling, he took the glass from her and moved toward his kitchen, putting them in the sink. He gripped the edge of the counter, realizing he had two options here. One, leave her alone and allow her to become accustomed to what was happening, while getting blue balls in the process. The second, go out and see if his suspicions were correct.

  He stared at the wall ahead of him.

  This wasn’t like him. He wasn’t a nice man. To get what he wanted and where he was, he’d hurt people, and he had no remorse about that.

  Slamming his hand down on the edge of the kitchen sink, he then moved out to where she still stood.

  She looked at him, and he kept his gaze on her.

  Time stood still.

  Choices.

  H
e closed the distance, sinking his fingers into her hair. He didn’t talk, tilted her head back, and slammed his lips down on hers.

  She gasped and as she stepped back, he followed, pinning her up against the wall. He lifted her hands, pressing them either side of her head. Tracing his tongue across her bottom lip, he heard her moan and he shoved his tongue into her mouth, tasting her. He swallowed down her moan, teasing her.

  Locking both of her hands above her head in his tight grip, he slowly teased a finger down her body, stroking across her beaded nipple. She was aroused.

  He moved down to cup between her thighs. The jeans she wore got in the way. Popping the button open, he shoved his hand inside her panties and finally touched her to find her soaking wet.

  Rose cried out, pulling away from the kiss. “We shouldn’t be doing this.”

  He pressed two fingers inside her, watching as she cried out again.

  His decision was made as her eyes closed, her mouth went open, and another sound of pleasure was emitted. Pulling his hand from her pussy, he bent down, pressed his shoulder against her stomach, and lifted her in his arms.

  She gripped his ass. “What are you doing?”

  Again, words were never good. People always said too much. In his line of work, he’d learned he found out more about a person from what they didn’t say. After kicking open the doors to his bedroom, he placed her on the floor. Before she could even complain, he gripped the edge of her shirt and tore it open. Buttons sprayed across the room. He tugged the offending fabric off her arms, depositing it on the floor.

  Next were her jeans. The button was already open. Kneeling down in front of her, he pulled them down her thighs. She released a gasp but didn’t complain as he offered her a hand to step right out of them.