Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 70269 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70269 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
“That’s right,” Vito growled. “You know what you need, don’t you?”
“Yes, please.”
“You want my cum on you.”
I nodded.
“Say it.”
“I want…yes.”
He shook his head, and his hand slowed on his cock. “Tell me exactly what you want.”
I closed my eyes as I forced myself to say the words. “I want your cum on me.”
“Better. Next time you’ll have to look at me when you say it.”
“Nex—” The words caught in my throat. “Next time?”
“You told me you understood my terms.”
“Yeah, but I just… This is a lot to get used to.”
“It’s going to be a lot to take. I’m a lot to take, but you can handle it.”
I had a feeling he meant that in more ways than one. He braced himself with one hand on the back of the couch and leaned over me as he pumped his cock faster and faster. I watched a flush run over his neck and face.
“That’s it,” I said. “Come on me. Cover me in it.” He growled as he coated my chest with cum.
I ran a finger through it and brought to my mouth, and his cock twitched one more time as he watched.
“You’re fucking amazing.” His words were low and rough.
People had praised my hockey skills, though not so much lately. But I was rarely complimented on anything else. I knew he was just praising my sexual abilities, but it felt like he was telling me he approved of me, like he actually saw me.
I was probably being ridiculous. He’d fixated on something, and all I could do was enjoy the perks of that for as long as it lasted.
After we’d both cleaned up, Vito sat down across from me, reached into his suit jacket— which he’d never removed—and pulled out some folded sheets of paper. He opened them and handed them to me along with a pen.
I studied them for a moment. It was the fucking contract. “You brought that with you?”
“Of course I did. I came here to get you to sign, but I saw you leaving and followed you to the bar. Thank God I did.”
Even though he’d saved me from Benito, I wanted to complain. I wanted to tell him he was crazy, that he couldn’t follow me like that, couldn’t come to my home. I should’ve called the police instead of falling into bed with him, but the police weren’t going to help me with the problem I’d created in Vegas.
So I picked up the pen, scrawled my signature across the line, then dropped the pen as if it were burning me. I’d either saved myself or brought about my final destruction.
I looked up and Vito, and he met my gaze. “It’s a pleasure doing business with you.”
“Is that what this is? Business.”
He wrapped a hand around my throat and squeezed. I grabbed his arm and tried to pull it away, but he was so fucking strong. I’d have to truly hurt him to free myself.
The pressure increased until I couldn’t breathe. “Stop fighting me.”
When I did, he eased up, but he still held me tight enough that my heart hammered in my ears.
“I just watched you fall apart as you used my mouth, then covered you in my cum. Do you really think this is all about business? Don’t insult me like that again.”
I looked at him, my eyes full of unshed tears. When I nodded, he released my throat and used his thumbs to brush away the tears.
“This is crazy,” I said, my voice hoarse from being choked.
“I know.”
“You don’t really know me.”
“I’ve been watching you for a long time. I knew you were something special the first night I saw you out on the ice. I needed to have you.”
“I’m not just a possession for you to take. I’m a grown ass NHL player.”
He smiled. “Yeah, that makes it even hotter.”
Why did I want him when he was so fucking insufferable? “I’ve got a game tomorrow.”
“I know.”
“We’re home this time, but Sunday I go on the road. What’s going to happen then?”
“I’m going to go with you.”
I shook my head. “That’s not possible. I….”
“You what?”
How did I tell him I couldn’t be seen with him, that I needed to be on my best behavior, not dating a criminal. “I’ve not got the best reputation, but I’m trying to change it. I’m not gambling, and I’m not chasing men.”
“Damn right you’re not, because you’ve got one.”
“Vito—”
“Any needs you’ve got, I can satisfy them better than anyone else you’re going to find and way better than some crazy ass fan that just wants to throw himself at you.”
I smiled then. “Isn’t that kind of what you are?”
“I’m so much more than that.”
His words made me shiver, and he pulled me close and kissed me softly. The gentle touch had me confused. Was there more here than a crazy man deciding to stalk me? Did I want there to be more?