Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 59551 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 298(@200wpm)___ 238(@250wpm)___ 199(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59551 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 298(@200wpm)___ 238(@250wpm)___ 199(@300wpm)
“I’m s—”
He covers my mouth with his hand. “Save it, angel. The time for sorry is past. We’ve moved on to ownership, and I’m rather enjoying it.” He stoops to pick up my panties and hands them to me, then shakes out my pants.
“I need a shower,” I blurt, suddenly embarrassed of my state. If he’s taking me home for more… whatever, I definitely need to get cleaned up. I just worked eight hours in a kitchen—I must smell like food and sweat. And my hair is all flat from my chef’s hat.
“That can be arranged.” He’s still acting gruff with me.
I slip on the pants and pick up my purse. Funny how when he turns tough, I go docile. My, how the power dynamic has shifted. He let me throw my weight around before. Call a few shots.
Tell him no.
Now he’s boss, and I’m the bad girl.
Although deep down I still believe I could tell him no. He gave me a choice when he had me pinned up against that wall.
Even mad, he was careful with me.
I wait while he locks up and we head out. I’m holding my jacket instead of wearing it, and I shiver against the chill. Gio immediately takes it from my arms and holds it out, helping me shrug it on.
He may have claimed ownership of me, but he’s still a gentleman. I’m soothed by the simple act.
Whatever Gio has in store for me, I’ll be safe. I’m sure of that.
Chapter 6
Gio
I stretch out on my back on my bed in my boxer briefs and listen to the sound of the shower running in the master bath.
I’m an asshole. Maybe I’ve always been an asshole pretending to be a decent man.
Maybe I just never thought about it much before.
I’m still pissed over how Marissa sees me, which is stupid. Who’s to say I’m not that man? I’m a Tacone.
I can take what I fucking want.
I don’t have to ask permission first.
Marissa Milano is gonna learn that tonight.
The thing that’s killing me is that it would still be so easy for me to let her off the hook. Accept her apology and send her home with cab fare. But she wants this.
Own me, then, Gio. I’ll never fucking forget the throaty sound of that cry. Or the way it felt to fully claim her.
I’d never tell anyone, but she’s the first woman I’ve had sex with since I got shot. First I was afraid my dick wouldn’t cooperate—I still had so much pain and didn’t feel like myself.
Then I just lost interest in women as I lost interest in life. But Marissa sure as hell showed me everything’s working fine.
A-okay down there.
In fact, ready for round two.
I pull my cock out of my briefs and give it a hard yank.
The shower turns off. My cock surges with anticipation.
And then my fucking conscience pricks again. Maybe it’s because she’s so much younger than I am. Or because of the nightmares and my irrational need to protect her from the danger that haunts her in them.
Or fuck, because I could die tomorrow and don’t want to feel I ever took a girl against her will.
But then Marissa opens the door and stands there, completely, gloriously naked. And she takes one look at me with my dick in my hand and comes straight to me.
Fuck you, conscience. You worry-for-nothing-pig-whore.
Marissa crawls over me, straddling my thighs and reaching for my cock.
I’m never the passive one in bed, but I let her drive. It’s fucking hot to see that she wants to give me this. My cock lengthens and thickens in her palm and she doesn’t tease. She takes me deep on the first bob.
I jack my hips up, shoving into the back of her throat without meaning to.
She chokes but doesn’t pop off. She sucks hard, her tongue swirling on the underside of my stiff member.
“Cazzo, angel.” My hand tangles in her wet hair.
She’s fucking beautiful. Perfect because she’s Marissa. Small tits. Little roundness to her belly, long slender legs.
I use my hand in her hair to push her forward and back over my cock, careful not to choke her again. She hums.
The girl’s giving me a fucking hummer.
I adjust my grip, pulling all her hair back from her face and twisting it around my fist. “Aw, you are a sorry girl, aren’t you, angel?”
“Mmm.” She keeps up the humming. It’s so fucking hot and sweet. I love it. I want it to go on forever, but my balls are already drawing up tight.
I pull her off. “As much as I’d love to see you swallow, angel, I have other plans for you tonight.”
She sits up, a little sex nymph, her pert breasts pointing at me, her expression so fucking willing.
Own me, then, Gio.
She asked for this.
“Over my lap, angel. I’m going to spank that ass again before I fuck it.” I sit up with my back against the headboard and tug her over my thighs. “I fucking loved spanking this ass earlier,” I say, stroking my palm over her soft skin. “Did you like it, doll?”