Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 110824 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 554(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110824 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 554(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
“What are you doing later?”
“Won’t Sloan report and tell you?” I huff.
“Gia, I told you I’m going to keep you safe. That’s with or without your cooperation.”
“It’s your money you’re wasting. Have at it, I guess.”
“I have more money than I’ll ever need. Spending it to keep you safe and trying to spoil you is all I want.”
“You should probably see a therapist for your issues, Victor.”
“Smartass. Why do I get the feeling that you’re trying to avoid telling me what you have planned tomorrow?”
Because I am, and you’re really smart?
I rub my forehead a little harder than necessary. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to know what Victor’s reactions are going to be to my plans. I don’t want to tell him, but I also don’t want to keep secrets either. Besides, I wasn’t joking. Sloan would tell him where I was. This would be easier in the long run. It’s kind of like ripping a band aid off.
“I’m going out to dinner again with Sam.”
“You’ve already had dinner with that prick,” he growls, his voice dark and deadly. It’s enough to send goosebumps over my skin.
“Victor—”
“You’re pushing me too far, Gia.”
“Don’t be like that. I told you that Sam is family. He came all this way to see me and I’m not going to ignore him. He was my lifeline when my mother moved in with Abram. You know how my mother is—”
“Of course, I do. But—”
“Well, she was a hundred times worse with Sam’s dad backing her. He and I bonded over that, and Sam will always be a part of my life.”
“Bullshit. You haven’t even seen him in years.”
“We kept in touch in emails. He didn’t know about the attack, or he would have been here, Victor. He’s important to me, but there’s no reason for you to get upset.”
“Easy for you to say. I’m not the one going out on a date without you tomorrow.”
“Vic—”
“Put yourself in my shoes, Kitten. You have to know how hard this would be on you. You freaked out over Morgan, and I wasn’t even going out with her.”
“Wow, Victor. Do you really want to go there?”
“Damn it,” he curses.
“You had sex with her! I have never slept with Sam. I never thought about it. In fact, the only person I’ve ever thought of having sex with is the idiot who is staying in Arizona and keeping that from happening.” I didn’t mean to say that, but it’s out there. I did expect him to respond. Yet, all I’m hearing is silence. “Victor?”
“How often do you think about having sex with me, Kitten?” he purrs.
“We weren’t talking about that, you jerk. We were talking about you not worrying about Sam.”
“I’m still going to have Sloan following you. If that asshole tries anything, you go to her immediately. Do you hear me, Gia?”
“Sam won’t try anything,” I mutter.
“Promise me.”
“Fine.” I breathe as I try to figure out how to deal with Victor being so protective and jealous—while ignoring the fact that I like it.
“Good, now on to better subjects. How often exactly do you think about having sex with me?”
“We’re not doing this right now. If you want my answer, come home. Better yet, come home tonight and you can go out to dinner with me when I meet Sam.”
“Fuck, woman. Do you know how much I want that?”
“Then, do it. Nothing and no one is stopping you, but you.”
“Can you give me three days?”
“Does that mean you’re coming home?”
“Three days,” he confirms. “I can cut my trip short, if you do something for me.”
“Something for you? Like what?” I question cautiously.
“Tell me what you’re wearing right now?”
“Victor?” I whisper, feeling my body flush with heat.
“What are you wearing? C’mon, Kitten, tell me,” he hums.
“Your T-shirt,” I finally answer, fear skittering through my body. I can’t tell you exactly what I’m afraid of—maybe the unknown.
“Mm…” His voice vibrates through my body. “Do you have underwear on?”
I lick my lips, my throat suddenly dry.
“Panties only,” I admit. Those two words seem to fill the room like a giant alarm. I’m quickly getting in over my head. I can’t stop it—I’m not sure I want to.
“I need you to slide your hand beneath your panties and move your fingers over the lips of your pussy. Can you do that for me, Gia?”
Oh God. With his words I could feel my inner thighs get wetter as a fresh gush of my arousal coated my sex. My body trembled, as my eyes closed in pleasure. Without realizing I was doing it, my hand skated down against my stomach as my fingers dove beneath the elastic of my panties.
“Yes,” I pant, waiting for him to tell me what to do next, and knowing I’ll do it. I’ll do anything Victor wants. I’m his to command.
“Tell me what you feel, sweetheart.”