Claiming His Forever Read Online Flora Ferrari

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Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 46487 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 232(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
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“I guess I’m just surprised,” she murmurs. “That you’d want me. Somebody like me.”

“More riddles,” I sigh, sitting back and staring hard at her. “Say what you mean, and say it plainly.”

“You want it plain?” she snaps, admirable fire flaring in her eyes.

It’s the sort of fire I need in the mother of my children. She’s going to fulfill her role perfectly.

“How’s this for plain?” she rages. “I’m fat, Kristian. I’m fat, fat, fat.”

I stare at her for long moments, trying to work out if this is some sort of joke. My eyes move to her breasts, to the ample voluptuousness of them, to her cleavage which screams out for tit-fucking and breastfeeding.

Disbelief twists inside of me like a jagged blade.

I don’t understand how she could say this.

Anger flashes awake inside of me.

I glance around the restaurant.

We’re alone. I designed it that way. The staff are deeper within the building, ordered only to appear when I send one of my associates a text message. We’re too far up for anybody to see into the floor to ceiling windows and, anyway, the angle would make that impossible.

We’re entirely alone—the perfect circumstances for punishing Kimberly for saying such a goddamn ridiculous thing.

“Stand up,” I snarl. “Right fucking now. Up, Kimberly. Up.”

Chapter Nine

Kimberly

“What?” I moan, stunned at the way his eyes flare, his lips twisting into a conqueror’s grimace.

He leans forward, wearing his steel-blue suit like armor. His square jaw tight and his quicksilver eyes brimming with a hundred unspoken statements, all of them having something to do with rage, the kind of unbridled rage that makes me wonder if I’ve got this wrong.

Is this man going to hurt me?

Do I want him to hurt me, just a little, in a safe, loving way?

My insides twist and tingle and my clit buzzes.

“Stand. Up. Now.”

His temples pulse and for a moment I’m sure he’s going to explode out of his suit. His arms bulge firmly against the fabric. His chest heaves.

I stand up, legs shaking, and push my chair back. The screech noise seems impossibly loud in the private closeness of the vast room.

“Walk to the edge of the table, here,” he snarls, pointing to a spot off to the side. “And place your hands down. Stick your ass out and stay like that.”

My heart starts to pound in my throat as I do as he says, my clit tingling, my lips so hot I’m certain they’re going to burst into flames. I lay my hands against the table and arch my back, pushing my hips out, looking at him out of the corner of my eye.

“Now,” he growls, slowly rising to his feet, “tell me you’re beautiful.”

“What?” I whimper.

His smirk twitches as he walks around me, out of view.

I gasp and moan when he brings his hand down on my ass in a quick, kissing spank. It’s not hard and yet there’s a subtle sting there, more pleasure than pain.

He slides his hand up my bare thigh and grabs onto my spanked ass cheek, his finger skirting so close to my pussy I let out another shivering moan. Wetness floods me, soaking my panties. I writhe and whimper and start grinding against his hand.

“You horny thing,” he snarls, leaning in close to bring his mouth to my ear. His hot breath teases me. “You’re already ready, aren’t you?”

I look around the restaurant, but it’s empty.

“It’s just us,” he snarls, as though reading my mind. “If anybody even tried to look at you when you were like this … The sexiest fucking woman in the world, Kimberly, that’s what you are. If another man tried to look at you, I’d kill him. Now, tell me you’re beautiful.”

“I’m beautiful,” I moan.

“Mean it,” he growls, spanking me again, that same stinging closeness getting more intense now.

My hole flares and flutters in need of him.

I feel like some primal woman pinned under an invading soldier. This man is large and strong and so much better in every way than the boys who I usually interact with.

He’s a bear whereas all the high school douches are just cubs.

He’s a beast.

He’s going to protect me from all the hell in this world. He’ll venture out of our cave and bring meat back for me and the children.

The children.

The phrase surges around in my mind.

Would he laugh if I told him these crazy thoughts?

There’s a difference between belonging sexually to someone and wanting to have babies with them.

“Kimberly,” he snarls. “Say it.

“I’m beautiful,” I moan.

Another spank, a little harder this time, but there’s still no pain, only star-hot tingles coiling around my thighs and across my ass cheeks.

“I told you to mean it, believe it, because you are.”

He spanks me and I fall forward a little, sticking my ass out as I look at him over my shoulder.

He towers over me, his face flooded with tension, his lips twisted into something between a smirk and a grimace. His ice eyes glare at me, making me feel naughty and deserving of punishment.



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