Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 20816 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 104(@200wpm)___ 83(@250wpm)___ 69(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 20816 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 104(@200wpm)___ 83(@250wpm)___ 69(@300wpm)
“What are you doing here?”
“It’s one of the best clubs in town.”
“That’s what I heard.”
“Calmati, I don’t want problems with you or your future bride. The piece of shit has an expiration date and that’s all that matters. My connections there will dispose of my problem. Hell, keep the money as a wedding gift.”
“Why are you feeling so generous?”
“Let’s just say, I understand the appeal that a beautiful woman could bring.” I catch his gaze and it’s not following Cora, but rather a petite server.
“Best of luck.”
“Luck will have nothing to do with it.”
“I don’t recommend the drugging.”
“I’d never…well, not for her at least.” He chuckles and then his face hardens, and he storms away. Now that I’m alone, I decide the fun is over and it’s time to continue the party at home, so I grab my woman.
“It’s time to go, beautiful.”
“Who were you talking to?” she asks.
“That’s Maurizio Romano.” She gasps, clinging to me. “Relax, he doesn’t have an issue with us anymore.”
“Are you sure?”
“I’m positive. Still, I’ve had enough of showing you off in public. Let’s go home and I can show you that you’re mine and no one will take you from me.”
“I’d like that.”
On the drive home, we sat in the back while Mikhail drove. “I’m tempted to fuck you right here.”
“Are you serious?” she gasps, eyes lighting up.
“I said, ‘tempted’. Mikhail and I are close, but there’s no way I’d share your body and screams. They belong to me.”
When we got home, I made sure to make her scream only for me, over and over again.
Chapter Nine
Cora
I’ve been here for three weeks, and I never want to leave. Although Dmitri speaks as if we’re going to get married, he hasn’t actually proposed or anything serious. Still, he trusts me enough to give me my phone back which does my heart a world of good. I’m in love with him. We haven’t said the words, but I truly feel his love every single day.
I climb out of bed a little late, and it’s all Dmitri’s fault. Before he left for work, he devoured my pussy and then we made love. He was running late himself. Still, he couldn’t resist giving one more orgasm, and then I fell back into a blissful sleep.
It’s already eleven, but I’m not scheduled to be anywhere, so I can lounge about. Last week, I called my job on the phone in Dmitri’s office, and I apologized for not returning their calls. They had already fired me, but it wasn’t a big deal since I was a server at a local chain restaurant, and my weekly check was pennies to Dmitri. They easily replaced me after my first no-call no show.
Since I have nothing to do all day I spend most of my time making notes for my book. I’ve always wanted to be an author, but I’ve been working every night and going to school. “One day,” I whisper to myself.
Languidly, I drag myself into the shower and let the hot water soothe my aching muscles. Sex twice a day is extremely exhausting, but damn is it heaven. Scrubbing my body, I noticed several of his marks on me. The bruises on my thighs are the best because he’s holding onto me firmly as he slams me down on his stiff cock. My hand reaches between my thighs as the ache builds, but I’m stopped by the sound of my cell phone.
It rings loudly, vibrating against the bathroom counter, so I jump out of the shower, thinking it’s Dmitri, but it’s not. My stepfather’s number appears and my heart jumps and my body freezes. I refuse to answer it and leave it on the bathroom vanity. I finish my shower and then it rings again. It’s a number from back home that I don’t recognize. The caller leaves a message, so I check it.
“Cora dear, please call me. The man you’re with is a liar and a killer. You’re not safe.” It’s my stepfather who obviously is calling from a different number. I would believe his words if it wasn’t for the documents they showed me or the pictures at the hotel.
I ignore the message and get dressed. The entire time I considered calling Dmitri and telling him about it, but he’s busy and I don’t want to bother him. I’ve learned a little about what he does, and I’m impressed. He’s out here creating empires, one building at a time.
It's nearly noon when I leave our bedroom. “Good afternoon, Ms. Hardwick,” Margaret says as I reach the bottom step.
Mikhail went with him so I’m alone with the housekeeper, Margaret. She’s a sweet woman who comes to clean and then leaves. Tomas should be in the kitchen making lunch and prepping meals for the next two days since he’s off.
“Please, I must insist you call me Cora,” I say.