Married to my Grumpy Minotaur Boss (Grumpy Monster Bosses #1)

by Ami Wright

Ronan Kernos, CEO of Bullseye Media, is handsome, worldly and a minotaur. Also, the billionaire who was last year’s Heartstone Times’ most eligible bachelor. I might have spent the last month obsessing over and stalking him on social media. Solely for research purposes, of course.

Mr. Kernos is old school. Anything he has to read, he likes printed. I’ve seen the way he pores over things, highlighting, and making little scrawled notes in the margins. I think it might be one of the reasons I’m crushing so hard.

“Aren’t you sick of the same thing day in day out?” I blink. Yes, stern minotaur daddy, I am. How did you know?

“Minotaurs are hot right now. I mean every girl in Heartstone is fantasizing about sleeping with a minotaur ever since Jarradek Tarvost ran for mayor. But it’s not just Heartstone. You can check dating websites and chat forums and well...” My color deepens. “Other media...” I cough to cover my reference to the minotaur thirst traps that have gone viral on social media lately. Ronan chuckles. “Every girl, huh?”

Do minotaurs have pubes? I spend far too long imagining the way his taut belly descends below his navel to the point where his cock juts out from his body.

The last thing I need is a mate bond I can’t fulfill. Not happening. I’ll never mate. I’m not risking a child who loses their father the way I lost mine.

What are the chances, though? One in a hundred minotaur bulls finds his fated mate. Not even that these days.

Bull headed. Stubborn. I’m all the cliches. Every bad quality you ever heard about minotaurs—I’ve got it.

“Such a wet little pussy.” Ronan runs a knuckle down the back of my thigh. “Can I play with it, Justine? Is that what you want?” “Please!” Right now I’m too desperate to feel shy. I’m sure I’ll cringe about this in the morning. He tsks, skimming my pussy once again, refusing to touch me. “Use your words like a good girl. Tell me ‘Ronan, I need you to play with my pussy’.” I squeeze my eyes shut tight, unable to say the filthy words and look at him at once. “Ronan, I... need you to play with my pussy.” “Of course you do, needy girl. And that’s just what I’m going to do.” I’m expecting fingers. A confident, practiced touch. What I get instead is warm and wet and so much more nimble than fingers. I gasp. My eyes fly open. I look down to see Ronan Kernos on his knees between my legs with his mouth on my pussy, devouring me like I’m his last meal. His horns nudge my legs wider and further back. He is not holding back at all! If I thought his mouth felt amazing

“Good girl. Now let’s see if we can get you squirting again.” My eyes go wide, but his hand is already on my pussy. “Squirt—” I’m cut off when two thick fingers impale me and slide all the way inside, somehow finding a place I never knew I had. My eyes just about roll back inside my head when Ronan slides his thumb over my clit and works inside my pussy with his fingers. He’s not gentle. I fall back onto the mattress writhing. His swift, sloppy motions bring me right to the edge again. I’m wet. I’m so wet. When he speeds up until he’s practically vibrating my entire pussy, I come again so hard I can barely breathe. My thighs clamp shut around his hand. He keeps going. I don’t know if what I’m feeling is pleasure or pain, the intensity is so great. Then with a rush, the wet release gushes from me again and I’m shattered by two realizations: Cameron never made me come at all. And second, nothing—not even when I touch myself—feels like this; Wow, OK, three. Because I guess I’m a squirter. How the hell is this a thing I’m learning about myself from someone else?

“Good. This time you’re going to get yourself there. Show me that you were paying attention. I want to see you come for me again.” Her eyes go wide. I could almost laugh at the way she freezes in the headlights like a frightened animal. Except the way she shies away from her own pleasure is enough to make me crazed. I roll us again, taking her on top of me. Then I hold her hips, guiding her into motion as she rides me. “That’s it. Use my cock. I want to see you own it.” I meant her orgasm. I want to see her blossom. Only, she might as well own my fucking cock, too right now.

It must have done something stupid to my brain waking up in the same bed as Justine three days in a row. Twisted something. Broke something. I can’t quite shake the feeling it might be nice to do that more often.

I remember how hard I wanted to come in my pants while she humped my hard cock through our clothes. The only thing that held me back was knowing the mess I’d make. A minotaur is bad at the best of times, but after days of not coming... I’m going to need a mop and bucket to clean up when I finally get to jerk off.

My hand still smells like pussy. Her pussy.

Trouble is I’ll regret it more if I let this end without at least chasing another opportunity. She’s like the last salty chip in the bowl when you’ve already eaten too many. How can you say no to one more?

Justine cries out. Her body bucks. Then her hands find my horns and babygirl learns what they were made for.

She gasps when I get close to bottoming out. Then her pussy clenches and releases. Finally, I hit a spot inside her that makes her say my name and my inner monster takes over.

“God, you’re a good fucking girl. Taking my cock. Taking it hard. You like that, don’t you?” My balls slap against her ass. “Yes.” “You like how my cock fills you up?” “Yes.”

“Wow!” She’s staring at her belly. I chuckle. “Minotaur. Wait here, and I’ll get something to clean you up.”

Smiling, I brush a lock of hair back from her face. Good to know I’m not the only one feeling drained. She might have milked half my soul out through my cock for all I know. Fuck!

I cough. “Happy wife, happy life, right? Or so the saying goes.” I always thought the saying referred to the hell on earth a nagging wife could become. After seeing Justine’s rapt smile at the book signing today, though, I’m having doubts.

“You want me to make you come, don’t you?” “Yes.” “Then tell me you’re my good little slut and maybe I will.” He delves deeper, lifting me onto my toes, but never giving me the movement and friction that I crave. “It’s not a dirty word, Justine. It’s beautiful. When you’re like this you’re beautiful and I want you to feel it.” I let out a shaky breath. “Please, Ronan. Not that.” He frowns and pauses. “Please,” I beg.

“Just for you. Take what you want. Close your eyes and take it. But know the next one is for me and I want you looking at me.”

I’m pumping faster now. My orgasm is inevitable. I hold her face, keeping her eyes on me. “You’re so fucking beautiful like this. Don’t you forget it.” With a final pump of my hips, I bury myself deep inside her. I stare right into her eyes as I come, not looking away until I’ve filled her pussy to dripping, leaking out around me.

The wet slap of me fucking her is extra loud with the lubrication of my come already inside her. God, I love that sound.

She tries to close her legs around my hand, but I don’t let her. Instead, I pin them open and finger her faster. Rougher. I give it to her until she’s screaming. Liquid gushes over my hand. Mine. Hers. Both probably. Doesn’t matter. It’s fucking gorgeous. I make her come four more times before she begs for mercy and I let up.

“You’re incredible.” I sigh, trailing my fingertips down her spine. “Don’t ever let anyone make you believe you’re less than that.”

There’s so much more to explore here. I’ve never considered that angle before. A lover who could grow with me, explore with me. Dangerous ground.

“Good girl,” I tell her as I crawl over her, looking down to admire her beauty. “Such a good girl asking for what you want. Do you remember what I told you?” She nods. “That you’ll give me whatever I want.” “That’s right, sweetheart. I will. I’m going to give you my cock.” I take it in my hand and rub it through her slick, coating it until I’m ready to burst from pleasure. Then I stop. “And you’re going to take what you want from me. You understand?” Her brows knit together in a frown. “What do you mean?” I roll us until she’s on top, straddling me. She looks down at me with a worried expression. “You want me on top?” I nod. “Tonight you’ll take what you want, exactly the way you want it. And you won’t worry about me at all. Have you got that?”

“Do you like me riding your cock?” I’m so stunned by her question I almost lose it right then. Fuck! “Like it?” I gape at her. “You’re magnificent. Just beautiful. You’re a fucking goddess up there, Justine. Keep going.”

So like a fool, I continue, laying a trap for myself. “You’re fucking heaven around my cock, Justine. I never want you to stop. I want you to fuck yourself on my cock every day until you’ve taken as many orgasms as you need.”

“Use my cock, Justine. Take what you want from me. Because you own it. Do you understand?”

Moments later, she’s crashing over the edge, rolling her hips, milking pleasure from my body until I’m seconds away myself. I won’t. She’s not done. I let her ride out the rest of her orgasm while I breathe through the need to fill her up with me. When it’s finally over, I have no control left. I flip us around until she’s under me, pinned to the mattress, still spread wide. I look down at her and make sure she’s paying attention. “You’re not done, Justine. You’re going to come for me again. And then I want you to watch me come apart for you. You’re going to look at me and watch what you fucking to do me.”

At the last moment, I lean in close. I’m as gentle as I can be when I grip her hair, turn her face and make sure she’s watching. “This is what you do to me, Justine. Only you. You make me break the rules. Make me need you.”

“That’s my wife!” Ronan pushes himself to sit on the stretcher, making it almost overbalance.

I’m so fucking proud of the fact she told me no. Not many people do. She needs to know I understand what an entitled prick I’ve been. She needs to see it raw, unedited. She needs to know I’m sorry.