Becoming Countess Dumont by K Webster, Mickey Reed Read Free Book Online Page B

be, dear. If you’re still unmarried when I come back, shall I call upon you again?”
    Turns out, I could call upon Nicolette whenever I had wanted. And after that initial conversation, she seemed at ease with our simple relationship based purely on sex and nothing more. I hadn’t cared at all about Nicolette the way I do about Edith.
    Edith is different.
    “I’m going to fuck you, wife. You’re going to wear the afterglow of our union to dinner.” Changing the subject has always worked well in my past. I don’t want to promise Edith anything and I certainly don’t want to dwell on the reasons as to why I believe she’s different than all of the other women.
    She whimpers when I curl my finger and hit her in a spot only my finger can find. “God!” she screeches and comes hard, her entire body shuddering wildly.
    “I’m going to fuck you now. Understand?” I question as I lift up to observe her. Her cheeks have reddened from her orgasm, and a pleased smile plays at her lips.
    “Understood. But I meant what I said.” She frowns. “I can’t share you, Alexander. I’ll go insane if you take on another lover after me. I’ve lost my head for far less before, and I’m warning you—it won’t be pretty.”
    I contemplate her words. Can I handle it when she becomes unhinged the moment she finds out I’ve slept with another woman? It is inevitable that it will happen. But my cock aches and I know I’ll convince myself of anything just to get inside her.
    Women have always been my demise. This one included.
    “Only you, Edith,” I lie. “It will only be you from here on out.”
    The smile on her face is breathtaking, and for a moment, I wonder if I can hold true to my word. It will be easier on the estate because, unlike London, there aren’t women ripe for the fucking milling about. Maybe I can do this.
    “Make love to me,” she murmurs in way that helps finalize my decision.
    With a nod, I pull away from her and stand beside the bed. As I work to get my trousers and shoes off, she begins sliding her knickers down her thighs. The moment I get a glimpse of the dark hair between her legs, I can’t contain myself.
    “On your hands and knees,” I command, my booming voice echoing off the walls.
    I should let her remove her dress, but I can’t wait any longer. So, the moment she assumes the position, I shove the frock up her back and enter her with force. Her scream is laced with part pleasure and part surprise. Then she gasps when I begin thrusting in and out of her, my fingers digging into her hips to guide her to my pace.
    “I want to kiss you,” she murmurs.
    “Later. We’re going to come together first,” I grunt.
    After slipping a hand around her, I find her swollen clitoris and start working it as we fuck. It doesn’t take long until she’s screaming my name as if I’m a fucking god. I get lost in the amazing way she grips my cock and am soon coming deep inside her.
    I’ve never come inside a woman. Ever.
    So why the fuck did I just do it?
    A possessive thought wickedly swirls in my head. Because she’s my wife. If she becomes pregnant, then it will only further prove the validity of our marriage. In fact, every time I fuck her, I shall come inside her. I want her belly swollen with my child in less than a year’s time.
    She collapses onto the bed, and I watch with pleasure as my come drips from her. If I didn’t have other things to do at the moment, I would push my fingers back into her and hold all of it inside her so that she’ll indeed get pregnant.
    “Will you come lie down with me? Hold me?” Her face is hopeful, and I hate that I must crush her in this instant.
    I lean forward and hastily kiss her forehead. “I’m sorry, dear. I have business to attend to.”
    Big, fat tears glisten in her eyes before they roll down her cheeks. “What sort of business?”
    Shaking my head, I slip my trousers on and then pad toward the door. “Not yours.” I don’t mean to come off as