Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 79833 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79833 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
The finger he sinks inside me without warning has me go on tiptoes, but there’s no getting away when he holds me exactly where he wants me. I can outrun the pleasure that ignites under my skin as little as I can run from the man pinning me like a butterfly on a board. My core flutters like the gentle flapping of wings. My breath stutters when he pulls out to push the sweatpants over his hips. He dives for my lips again, kissing me with bruising force as he positions the crest of his cock at my opening. Without warning, he bends his knees and shoves deep.
My moan is lost in our kiss. My inner muscles stretch around him. He thrusts while I work to take him. I break the kiss to drag in air and lean back my head. A moan falls from my lips every time he drives inside me. He lifts my thigh and drapes it around his ass, digging his fingers into the soft flesh as he pounds into me. Pleasure coils through my body, strangling everything I was before. A wanton woman is born in its place, a wild creature I hardly recognize, and at the same time, it’s as if I’ve always waited for him. He’s the only man who can unlock this part of me.
He lets go of my thigh to wrap a hand around my neck, his hold possessive as he watches my face and sees what he does to me. The impact bounces my body. My moans grow louder. His face is a mask of painful pleasure. He doesn’t hold back. He gives me everything he has and takes what he wants for himself. He thrusts one last time before going still, studying my face as he fills me up with his seed. Our chests heave in tandem, but he doesn’t wait to catch his breath. He lets me go and slides down my body to stop on one knee in front of me.
It’s my turn to watch when he hooks my leg over his shoulder and grabs the edges of the shirt by the hem before plucking them apart. Buttons fly through the air. They drop with soft pings and run over the floor while he brushes the tail ends apart to expose my lower body. His lips are on my clit before his seed has run down my thighs. He licks and nips that spot that makes my back arch until my own pleasure starts to spike. When it finally breaks, he sucks the swollen nub deep into his mouth. The release is so powerful I’m shaking in his hold. My legs can no longer carry my weight. It’s only the wall at my back that keeps me up.
He lets my leg down and locks his hands around my waist before straightening. His lips glisten from our arousal. Unable to resist, I wrap my arms around his neck and pull his head down for a taste. He doesn’t deny me. He returns the kiss, cupping my head and tilting it back for better access. He kisses me until I’m dizzy, and then he carries me to the shower and washes our bodies.
When I walk out of the bathroom after drying my hair, he’s dressed in dark jeans and a black hoodie. I clutch the towel between my breasts, enjoying the sight despite myself. He takes my breath away. He doesn’t even have to do anything. He simply has to be in the same room as me.
He reads something on his phone, waiting patiently until I’ve dressed in leggings and a T-shirt. When I’ve tied my sneakers, he goes to the safe and punches in the code. He takes out something that he carries to me.
I look from his face to the item he holds out on his palm. It’s a pistol, a smaller caliber than the one he carries.
“This is yours,” he says. “I want you to practice with it every week.”
I stare at the gun, my stomach twisting in a knot. When I dare to meet his gaze again, his emotions are hidden behind an expressionless mask.
“Why?” I whisper, those wings fluttering in my belly again, but this time, it’s not the gentle flapping of a pretty butterfly. This time, it’s more like a huge, ash-gray moth frantically beating its wings in the cruel prison of a jar.
Giving me the same line as always, he simultaneously tells me nothing and everything. “You know why, tesoro.”
And as always, the vagueness of his answer terrifies me.
CHAPTER
FOURTEEN
Saverio
Tersia insisted that the baby shower should happen at her place, which is why I’m having fucking tea with Richard while Livy, Tersia, and a bunch of women from the prenatal class are gathered around Anya in a sunroom that overlooks the backyard and the pool.