Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 16066 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 80(@200wpm)___ 64(@250wpm)___ 54(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 16066 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 80(@200wpm)___ 64(@250wpm)___ 54(@300wpm)
Footsteps behind me break my staring contest with the cupboards. I turn to find Evangeline bouncing down the stairs, wearing a pajama set of silky shorts and a button-up top. My mouth waters.
She grins at me, pushing me out the way with a nudge of her hips, and starts grabbing ingredients from the cupboards with confidence. She instructs me to grab the things from higher up—a packet of pasta and a tin of tomatoes—and I raise a brow but do as she says.
I watch her, unable to tear my eyes away from her even if I wanted to, while she whips up a pasta dish that makes the air smell fucking delicious. I’m as impressed as I am confused. I’ve never seen her cook before, but she moves with confidence and a smile on her face that shows how much she enjoys this.
When she slides a bowl of pasta across the counter to me, I ask her just that.
Evangeline blushes slightly, chewing her first bite before she answers. “Dad employs a full staff to do everything for us,” she says with a shrug. “We have private chefs who make all our meals for us. I just never get many opportunities to cook, even though I really enjoy it.” She pauses, looking up from her pasta to smile at me. “As bad as the threats are, maybe some good might come out of this after all.”
I shove pasta into my mouth to prevent myself from dragging her across the counter and eating her instead. She needs to eat, and I need to look after her in every way possible. This possessive, protective instinct is deeper than anything I’ve ever felt before. The meal is damn good, and she blushes when I tell her so.
“I’m hungry for more than just pasta,” I say in a low voice as we finish our meal, taking a sip of water and watching her over the rim of the glass.
She shivers, licking her lips and taking a step towards me. “I, uh, I should shower,” she stutters, glancing between the stairs and me with a hooded gaze.
I raise a brow, letting my gaze rake over her body. Now that I’ve seen the perfection that lies beneath her clothes, I can’t help but undress her with my eyes. “I’ll guard you while you do.”
Evangeline nods, and when she heads up the stairs, I follow her closely. Knowing Ben is under the same roof as us, I lock her bedroom door behind us, the click echoing off the walls.
“Maybe…just to make sure I’m safe…you should come in, too?” Evangeline asks, her voice taking on a raspy edge that goes straight to my dick. Fuck, everything about her is so fucking attractive—from the way she offers to let me join her as she showers to the desire making her eyes glassy as she glances up at me through her lashes.
I couldn’t deny her a single fucking thing if my life depended on it.
“You’re right,” I growl, following her closely while she backs into the bathroom. I lock this door behind us, too, taking in the clawfoot bathtub and the huge walk-in shower with those waterfall-style shower heads. More than enough room for two. “What kind of bodyguard would I be if I didn’t check for monsters in the shower, huh? It would be so wrong of me to let even an inch of space between us.”
Evangeline nods, her hair bouncing around her face. Eyes holding mine, her shaking hands begin to unbutton her top until it falls open and reveals her breasts, rosy nipples already peaked with desire.
The growl that rips from my throat is inhuman, and her eyes go wide when I pounce on her. I shed both our clothes at record speed and gather her into my arms, walking us into the shower and turning on the spray. She cries out in shock as the first burst of water is icy cold, and I swallow the sound with my mouth, kissing her hungrily.
The water warms quickly, and Evangeline goes soft and pliant in my hold. She sucks my tongue into her mouth and I groan, imagining her sucking and licking my cock with the same needy enthusiasm.
Our skin is slick with water, and my cock pulses between us, pressing against her soft stomach. She rubs against me, and I back her up against the tiled wall, cupping her breasts and rolling her nipples between my thumb and forefinger. She feels so fucking good against me, and I need her more than I’ve needed anything in my life.
“Enzo, please. I need…” Evangeline pants, her words barely audible over the rush of the water.
“You need what, princess?” I ask darkly, my hand leaving her breast to trail down her stomach, then cup between her thighs. The hot wetness that greets my palm has nothing to do with the water dripping over us, and Evangeline’s hips kick, her body trying to grind against me. “You need me to fill you up, stretch this empty pussy around my cock, fuck you until you’re dripping with my come?”