Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 39687 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 198(@200wpm)___ 159(@250wpm)___ 132(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39687 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 198(@200wpm)___ 159(@250wpm)___ 132(@300wpm)
“Hello, Mr. Giovanni. I wasn’t aware we had company.”
“I’m just leaving.” He gave Marcus a pointed look and left. The door closed.
Without a word to Laura, Marcus turned on his heel and made his way back into his office.
Picking up his bottle of whiskey, he poured himself a generous glass as Laura entered his office.
“Why was he here?” she asked.
He lifted the glass and took a large gulp, staring at her.
“You’re not going to tell me.”
“You don’t need to know the answer. I reserve the right to not tell you.” It was none of her business, and it wasn’t important for her to know. “Care for a drink?”
“It’s not even lunchtime.”
“And do you really care what time it is and when we have a drink or not?” He raised his brow, watching her.
“What did he say?”
He smirked. “Have a drink and I’ll tell you.”
Her gaze drifted down his body, but there was no look of disgust on her face. She liked what she saw, and he didn’t have a problem with her checking him out.
“Come on, Laura, have you always done as you’re told, or do you still like looking in doorways to see me getting off?”
“I didn’t look to see that.”
“Keep telling yourself that, you may just believe it.”
“Why are you insistent on believing I like watching you?”
“You’ve always been there at the most unfortunate of times.”
“Do you remember any of the women you sleep with?” Laura asked.
“None of them were important. You wouldn’t understand. Being a virgin and all, you don’t know what it means to have needs. You’re too prim and proper to take a good, hard fucking when you need it. The women, they weren’t important. Taking care of my dick, that was important.” He didn’t know why he was pushing her.
They never talked about what she’d seen or the threats he’d given her.
She stepped over to him, taking the glass of whiskey and sipping at it. “Tell me.”
“I said to have a glass, not take a pathetic sip. Your dog could do better than that.”
She stared down at the dark amber liquid, and drank deeply from it, drinking it all down before handing him the glass.
Tears filled her eyes as the burn, and he was a little turned on.
“There, tell me.”
He put the glass down, cupping her face and tilting her head back. Staring into her eyes, he was mesmerized by them. She really was a beautiful woman when he actually took the time to look at her. Her brown hair was long, glossy, and he loved how it fanned out across his pillow. Her eyes were so dark and brown, but they were an open book. He knew what she was thinking and feeling, and it wasn’t hard to guess, not with how she licked her lips, and the flush rushing up her body. His woman was aroused, and it turned him on to know he was the cause. Of course he was the cause—who else would be?
As he ran his thumb across her lips, she opened her mouth just a little and gave a little gasp.
“He wanted to make sure I was fucking you, Laura. He wants this baby so much, and he wanted me to be between your legs as many times as possible.”
He leaned down, dropping a kiss to her lips, taking the kiss he craved.
She gave into him easily, moaning as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Her fingers sank into his hair, holding him close, but he wasn’t going to fuck her in his office, now. Even as his dick hardened at the feel of her close to him, and knowing he could take her, he pulled away.
This need wasn’t going to go away with a cold shower.
“Where are you going?” she asked.
He turned to look at her, seeing the question in her eyes. “You’d have to take another drink to know that answer, and I’ve got a feeling you haven’t got what it takes.” Leaving her alone, he made his way back to his basement and began to press weights again. This attraction he had with Laura was a welcome relief, but at the same time, he didn’t like it. This gave her power, and he didn’t want any woman to have any kind of hold on him. Once his family had the son they wanted, she could stay here, and he’d go back to living his life and never having to go near her.
After he’d done his duty, his father could do with her as he wished, but until then, he needed to get control of himself.
Chapter Seven
Four years ago
Marcus cleaned the blood from his hands and removed his clothing where they would be destroyed. He’d been with his father when he got the word there were three rats attempting to sell their secrets to the cops. It had been up to him and his father to remove the problem. Three men, and two cops, along with two civilians had been killed. For Marcus, it was the bloodiest night of his life, and he doubted it would be his last.