Beyond Measure: A Dark Bratva Romance (Ruthless Doms) by Henry Jane

Author:Henry, Jane
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-10-17T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 13

Tomas

The difference between what I want to do in my head and what I actually do are two very different things. And I need to face that.

I want my wife to behave herself, to fear me. Then before I know what I’m doing, I’m laying her down and eating her out until she comes on my face with reckless abandon, as if carnal indulgence trumps logic and reason. And hell, maybe it does.

I adjust my dick, hard as a fucking rock, while I fix my clothing. Caroline doesn’t think she’s beautiful, and to most others, she is no model. She isn’t what most people would consider beautiful.

But I’m not most people.

The curves she curses make me want to bury myself in her to the hilt, claiming her as all mine. She’s like a pin-up model of old, with their creamy, voluptuous thighs, full, taut breasts, soft curves and feminine allure I’d follow like the call of the sirens. When I unleash myself on her, she can withstand me. She doesn’t crumple, even when I punish her, dominate her, fuck her.

And I wonder, knowing now what I do, if being dominated helps her let go of negative associations she had with sex. Maybe it empowers her, yielding the way she does.

The woman was made for me.

A man like me likes a sturdy woman with curves and stamina. She’s fucking gorgeous.

The way her eyes light up when I bring her to orgasm, the pink coloring of her cheeks. Parted lips and moans of pleasure, her sweet hands clasped about me while she anchors herself for safety. Steady breathing soft sighs. Everything about her is passionate and powerful, and I’m fucking honored how she submits to me.

Submission has many facets, though. She doesn’t cave. Not my Caroline. Though she’s learning what I like and adapting, she’s got a will of iron and a mouth to match it. Witty and sharp, she keeps me on my toes.

Jesus.

Jesus.

I’m falling for her.

Never in my life have I fallen for a woman. I’ve dated, I’ve fucked, I’ve flirted and courted, but never, never has a woman wound her way around my heart and mind like Caroline.

It fills me with pride to know that she bears my name, my ring, and some day, I hope she’ll come around to being amenable to bearing my children.

So when I leave her in our suite to be dolled up by Elliot, a stack of books by her bedside table and permission to help the kitchen staff prepare lunch, it pleases me to see how she smiles.

“You remembered,” she says, her beautiful eyes alight with hope and pleasure.

“Remembered what?” I ask her, sliding my suit jacket on. I know exactly what she’s talking about, but I want to hear her say it.

“You remembered that I like to cook.”

“Of course,” I tell her with mock sternness. “You’d do well to cook me a meal, woman. Wait staff is all well and good, but a good wife knows the way to her man’s heart is through his stomach.

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