Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 110103 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 551(@200wpm)___ 440(@250wpm)___ 367(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110103 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 551(@200wpm)___ 440(@250wpm)___ 367(@300wpm)
Anna grinned before she strolled along a paved path farther from the patio. I followed her like a good bodyguard. She knew exactly where to go. Of course, I remembered the pool house too. Dolora had led me here as well.
Anna pushed down the door handle but the pool house was closed. I took out my knife and wedged it into the lock until the door popped open. Anna’s smile became downright naughty. She held out her hand and after a brief scan of our surroundings, I took it and let her lead me inside.
The place was still mostly how I remembered it. Anna didn’t hesitate and purposefully dragged me into the bedroom.
“Really? Cliffy’s bedroom?” I muttered. Anna shrugged. “He isn’t really living here anymore. I miss sharing a bed with you. This looks comfy.”
“Haven’t you tested it with Cliffy?”
I wasn’t sure why I said that when I knew Anna hadn’t been with him. I couldn’t put my jealousy aside.
“Don’t ruin the mood. We don’t know how long we have. Maybe Clifford or Dolora will need the place for their activities soon.”
I grabbed her by the hips. “I hate the thought of you using me to get back at Clifford, but I want you too much to let it stop me.”
Anna pushed up on her tiptoes and kissed me firmly, but I was still pissed. I pulled away with a harsh smile.
“Be a good girl and get on your knees.”
Anna lowered herself down onto her knees slowly, never taking her eyes off me. Did she even realize how crazy she drove me with that expression?
Anna unzipped my pants. I shoved my hand into her hair, pushing her toward my waiting cock. She parted her lip and took me into her mouth, her eyes locked on mine and that teasing smile still twisting her lips. I stared down at her, feeling a strong sense of possessiveness I couldn’t banish. Anna was mine, was meant to be mine. I gritted my teeth against a moan, my fingers tightening in Anna’s hair. She trailed her tongue around my tip before she took me deep into her mouth.
I groaned, my fingers twitching. I needed more, more of Anna. I grabbed her shoulders and pulled her to her feet.
I kissed her harshly, still angry, but refused to focus on it now. I reached under Anna’s skirt and pushed her panties down, then pushed her down on her back before I climbed on top of her and thrust into her in one hard thrust.
Anna arched up with a moan then bit her lip, stifling the sound. “We need to be quiet, right?” She laughed.
I reached between us, finding her clit and pinched, wanting to draw out another moan.
Anna gave me an indignant look, pressing her lips tightly together. “Do you want us to get caught?”
I thrust harder into her, deeper, my fingers working faster on her. If someone found us, Dante would punish me severely. But it would be worth it.
Anna nicked the skin over my bicep in warning.
I clashed our mouths together, swallowing her next moan.
I wouldn’t ruin Anna’s rumor like that, not for my own selfish needs. If I wanted to stop the wedding, I’d have to figure out another way.
After sex, we righted our clothes.
Anna reapplied her lipstick. Lipstick that she’d rubbed all over my cock.
“Will you make sure Cliffy knows what happened?”
Anna threw me a confused look over her shoulder. Then her brows drew together. “Why would I?”
I didn’t say anything, only closed my belt and made sure my gun holder was in place. I didn’t want to return to this farce of a party and stand back while Anna schmoozed the Clarks, particularly Clifford.
Anna picked up on it of course and came toward me. She wrapped her arms around my middle. We hadn’t hugged like that since Paris. I pressed a kiss against her lips, not caring if I smeared her lipstick again.
“Why are you angry?” she whispered between kisses. “You always knew I was promised to Clifford. Nothing has changed. You know we can only be together in secret. As my bodyguard, you’ll have to see me interact with Clifford. That won’t change.”
It would probably only get worse.
“I’m pissed because in the past it’s always been me who could separate sex and emotions. I was the one who had to tell the women that it could only ever be fun and that I didn’t return their feelings. It’s a new experience being on the other side for once, and not a very pleasant one.”
I’d just admitted that I couldn’t do what needed to be done, stuff my feelings into the darkest corner of my heart and lock them.
Anna swallowed. “Santino, you’re not the only one having trouble separating sex and emotions, okay? But we both know we have to fight whatever we think we’re feeling.” Anna looked away.