Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 73380 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73380 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
“Maybe,” she says, biting her lower lip as her eyes slide to my hand then back.
Fuck. Me.
I pull her to me to kiss her once, then bring my mouth to her ear. “When I’m finished, I’m going to bend you over my knee, bare your sweet little ass and spank you until you come.”
Her breathing is short, and her eyes dark when she lifts her gaze to mine.
“Then I’m going to teach you how to suck my cock properly.”
“Jesus.”
“You go think about how you’re going to look to me on your knees with my cock stuffed down your throat after you’ve been spanked to orgasm. Think about how my come is going to taste when you swallow it.”
I slide my free hand into the crotch of her skimpy bikini.
She makes a sound, something between a whimper and a moan, as she grinds herself against me.
“You dirty girl. You’re already wet.” I kiss her neck, her throat, then slide my hand out, smear it across her belly. “You like when I talk to you like this. Just make sure you don’t put those fingers on your dirty little pussy and make yourself come until I can watch.”
“You’ll never know if I do,” she says with a smirk.
“I’ll know.”
She reaches to touch my erection over my jeans. “Are you going to sport that hard-on through your meeting?”
I pull her hand away. “I’m a big boy. I’ll manage my hard-on.” I smack her ass again. “Now go to your room and wait for me.”
12
Gabriela
I slip a dress on over top of the bikini and decide to wait in the library instead of my room for Stefan to finish. I try reading but all I can do is think about what he said, what we’re going to do.
And he’s right that I want to slide my hand into my bikini bottoms and make myself come, but I somehow don’t and for the next two hours, manage to get myself so worked up, I think I’m going to explode if he doesn’t finish his meeting soon.
I leave the door open a crack so I can see when the attorney leaves. Miss Millie goes into the study with coffee at some point, but no one comes out.
When the doorbell rings an hour after that, I listen as Miss Millie lets whoever it is in.
“Mr. Sabbioni is expecting you,” she says.
He’s expecting someone else?
“Thank you,” a male voice says.
I freeze.
I know this voice. It doesn’t belong here. It’s so out of place that it takes me a moment to make sense of who it is.
I get up, go to the door and peer through the crack.
“Right this way, Mr. Waverly,” Miss Millie says.
I watch in shock as my father’s most trusted attorney enters Stefan’s study.
“What’s he doing here?” I ask Miss Millie as soon as the study door is closed.
“Gabriela.” She seems surprised to see me there. “I thought Stefan asked you to wait upstairs.”
I guess he had but I hadn’t realized it was an order. That he had a purpose in mind with his casual command. So casual I missed the command part.
“That’s my father’s attorney. What’s he doing here?”
“I don’t know, dear. Why don’t you go upstairs and wait? I’m sure Stefan will explain once he’s finished.”
“I’m not going anywhere.” My eyes are locked on the study door I’m marching toward.
“No, Gabriela.” I see her signal to the soldier down the hall. “He won’t like to be disturbed.”
I manage to open the door just as that soldier takes hold of my arm.
“What the—” Stefan’s gaze snaps to me. He’s standing against the far wall, a pissed off expression on his face. The man I met earlier looks flustered and the only one smiling is Waverly.
“I’m sorry, Stefan,” Miss Millie says, reaching to close the door as the soldier drags me backward.
“What’s going on? Why is he here?” I ask, struggling to stand my ground, remembering what my father said about the modification to the contract. About how Stefan may not be so forthcoming about the change.
“I told you to wait in your room,” Stefan says.
“Let me go!” I yell at the man holding me. “I have a right to know!”
“She does,” Waverly says, a smug smile on his face.
I hate him. I hate that man. I always have. He helped my father cover up what he did to Gabe. He’s always helped with the dirty work.
“Shut the fuck up, Waverly,” Stefan tells him. “I’ll tell her when it’s time.”
“Tell me now!”
“It’s the modification your father mentioned, Gabriela,” Waverly starts.
“Get her out of here!” Stefan orders and the soldier lifts me off my feet.
“Let go!”
“The one where you’ll vow to never see or speak to your brother again.”
What?
“You can understand it’s far too dangerous now,” he continues. “I mean, especially considering what happened to Mr. Roma—”
The door slams shut, and I’m carried up the stairs screaming and kicking.