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)
Gia comes running over, kneeling down, and putting my head on her lap. I’m not hurt at all, but there’s no way I’m going to pull away from her. Just having her close again makes me calmer. The piece of my soul that’s been missing is suddenly filled. I’m back with my woman.
“Are you okay, honey?”
“I am now,” I groan, pulling her lips down to mine and ignoring the cut on mine. The discomfort doesn’t matter. I just need to touch her. She tries to pull away when Samuil clears his throat, but I don’t let her. I stare into her beautiful green eyes as I hold her neck tightly. “Kiss your man, Kitten. I’ve been starved for you for far too long,” I order and my beautiful Gia smiles before whole-heartedly giving me her lips once more.
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. . .
I always lose myself in Victor. Yet, after being without him, I can do nothing but go wherever he leads me. Everything around us fades away. It is only the two of us—nothing and no one else. Everything I feel for him, I try to put in my kiss. I whimper as the kiss deepens and he shifts our bodies. His hand slides up to cup my breast and I feel my nipple harden under his palm. He growls, and I swallow the sound down as he squeezes, pressing harder against my nipple and creating a friction inside of me that makes my pussy wet.
My lungs burn with the need to take in oxygen, but I ignore it. Victor is my air—he’s my everything. His tongue weaves magic around mine as my nails bite into his shoulders. I feel a hand slide under my shirt and against my stomach. I want it. I love the way the heat from his touch electrifies my whole body. When he begins to lift my shirt, the cool air that hits me brings me to my senses.
I regretfully pull away. When Victor wraps his hand against my neck to bring me back to him, I resist. “Victor, we’re not alone,” I whisper.
I watch as his eyes, so dark with passion, begin to clear as reality comes back to him, too. I hate it, even if I know it’s necessary. With a sigh, he gives me another quick kiss. “I’ve been too long without you, Kitten. Sorry,” he mutters quietly.
“I’m not complaining. I feel the same,” I assure him with a smile. He grins, giving me a wink. He gets up, bringing me with him. His face suddenly goes hard as he looks at Sam. “This isn’t over,” he growls, and I wrap my arms around him, pulling in closer to try to reassure us both that we’re here together.
“I didn’t think it would be,” Sam answers. “I just need to know we’re on the same page.”
“We’ll call Antonio in the morning,” he grunts. Then I’m gasping as he picks me up and carries me away.
I don’t fight it. I just hold on to him. My fingers begin to unbutton his shirt, revealing his skin beneath. I press my lips against the exposed skin, breathing in all that is Victor.
“Tell me how to get to your room in this fucking place, Kitten.”
I mutter out instructions without lifting my lips away from his skin. I just can’t manage it. I’ve missed him too much. He must have understood somehow because it’s not long before he’s laying me on the bed and joining me, taking me into his arms, pulling my head against his chest and tucking my head under his chin. His hold is tight, as if he’s trying to reassure himself that I’m here. I wrap my arms around his body and squeeze him harder myself, perfectly understanding what he’s feeling.
“You’re never getting away from me again, Gia.”
“I don’t want to,” I admit, my voice breaking as emotion overtakes me. I feel my tears, but I don’t contain them. I’m holding Victor again. I’m in his arms. I couldn’t control my emotions even if I tried.
Victor kisses me again. It’s a deep kiss, not as passionate as what we shared downstairs, but still just as good. It’s just more controlled and over way too soon.
“Are you okay, Kitten?”
“Yeah. I promise. Sam wouldn’t physically hurt me, and it turns out I am much better at taking care of myself these days.”
“I did see your handiwork,” he says with a half-smile, making me feel warm and tingly all over. He’s proud of me and he’s not bothering to hide it.
“What he tried to do, I mean, by kissing me. Is that why you were beating Sam?”
“Hell, yes, but I was going to do it regardless because he tried to separate us. I won’t ever allow anyone to do that, baby.”
“Does this mean we can go home now?” I ask hopefully.