Total pages in book: 15
Estimated words: 13796 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 69(@200wpm)___ 55(@250wpm)___ 46(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 13796 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 69(@200wpm)___ 55(@250wpm)___ 46(@300wpm)
“Why did you run off yesterday?” I change the subject, needing to know why she deserted me.
“I thought you’d be mad that I was on your property.” My little water siren shrugs. “My leasing agent said you didn’t like people trespassing.”
I glance over at her and feel my heart turn over in my chest as she glares back defiantly. “That doesn’t apply to you.” She fucking owns me. I’ll let her get away with anything. Except leaving me.
“Why?” my girl huffs, and I barely resist the urge to kiss the frown off her luscious, pouty lips.
That’s a great question. I’m starting to believe the rumor that drinking the Silver Spoon Falls water brings your soulmate into your life. I never thought either Dante or Dimitri would find love, yet both are now happily married. “I’ll explain once we get back to my cabin,” I tell her, leaving out the part about me wanting to make sure she can’t ever escape from me again.
“I don’t even know your name,” she mumbles.
“Bruno Revello,” I tell her, wondering if she has any idea who I am. Glancing over, I see a vein at the base of her throat begin to pound furiously, answering my question. “What is your name, little siren?”
“Ariel Drake.” Her name echoes around my mind as I drive up in front of my cabin.
‘Nice to meet you, Ariel.” Her name rolls off my tongue as my mind fills with all the filthy things I plan to do to her luscious body.
“You as well, Mr. Revello.” My little siren’s smoky voice sends hunger shooting through my blood, and I fight to control my urges until I find a way to win her over.
“Please call me Bruno.” I need to hear my naming falling from her luscious lips.
“Bruno.” My cock turns to stone as I imagine her screaming my name while I fuck her between my silk sheets.
Before things get out of control, I force myself to think about something other than the girl sitting next to me. I suddenly remember why I was headed to town and decide to send Dimitri a quick text, so he doesn’t send someone out to look for me.
Something came up
Dimitri
Something more important than business?
Much more important. I’ve been drinking the goddamn water.
Three dots appear on the screen while I wait for his reaction. He fell instantly for his soulmate, so he should know the symptoms of irreversible love at first sight.
Dimitri
Fuck me with a spoon. Go get your woman; I’ll handle this.
Keep me updated.
Dimitri
You worry about your pussy whipped ass. I’ll take care of this shit.
I owe you.
Dimitri
Yeah, you do, and I plan to fucking collect.
Right now, the bar is the last thing on my mind. I have a soulmate to woo. Or kidnap. Whatever it takes to keep her.
Chapter 3
ARIEL
I’m in so much trouble here. Bruno Revello, my neighbor-slash-kidnapper who is also one of the biggest mob bosses around, texts on his phone while I wonder if he’s arranging to have my body hidden.
My freaking girly bits don’t care that I’m about to die. They are awake and tingling at the thought of the handsome mobster having his nefarious way with me. I attempt to pull myself together, but it’s impossible with his yummy, woodsy scent filling the entire vehicle. I should be embarrassed by the effect his closeness is having on my body, but I’m not.
I’m so caught up in my thoughts that I barely notice as he hops out and walks around the front of the SUV.
“Hey,” I grumble when my kidnapper reaches in to unhook my seatbelt before lifting me against his hard chest. “I can walk.” Why is he always carrying me? He should know by now that it’s dangerous to his important body parts.
“I want to feel your curves pressed against my body,” he growls, and I melt into his embrace. “So, I plan to carry you a lot.” I should be furious or, at the very least, concerned, but I’m not. I kinda like the idea of him holding me close.
I glance around the enormous rustic cabin after he sets me on my feet. “This is nice,” I mutter, looking for something to say, hoping it eases the uncomfortable silence.
“Thank you.” He smiles at me, causing my temperature to rise.
“Now that you’ve kidnapped me, what do you plan to do with me?” I can’t believe those words just left my lips. Why in the world would I ask that?
“I’m going to keep you.” He winks at me. His threat should scare me, but it has the opposite effect. I’m pretty sure the mobster just stole my freaking heart.
“Keep me?” What does that mean? And why is my heart racing at the thought of Bruno Revello keeping me?
“We’ll talk about it later.” He smiles. “Would you like some breakfast?” My head spins at the speed of his subject changes.