Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 48709 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 244(@200wpm)___ 195(@250wpm)___ 162(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48709 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 244(@200wpm)___ 195(@250wpm)___ 162(@300wpm)
She keeps pumping her hand, the moaning in her breath driving me on.
Finally, the feeling passes.
I sit on the bed next to her, my chest heaving, my cock sore but in a good way. Like it wants more. Like it wants to feel how tight her virgin slit is.
Soon.
“Was that okay?” Liliana whispers.
I turn to her, feeling lightheaded. “Do you even need to ask?”
She rolls her eyes, parts of her glistening with my seed.
It belongs inside of her. It belongs somewhere it can build our future.
“I am asking,” she says.
“You’re amazing, Liliana,” I tell her.
We sit like that for a time, but then Liliana says, “I should clean up.”
I can hear the tightness in her voice and read the signal there.
She doesn’t want her uncle to find out.
We’ve risked enough already.
“We could tell him,” I say quietly.
She winces as though annoyed I’ve read her mind.
“Tell him what, though? What would we even say? Hey, Uncle Nick, we just did a bunch of intimate stuff. We thought you’d want to know about it.”
I reach over, slipping my hand between her legs, palming at the stickiness there. “Don’t get sassy with me when you’re naked. I’ll have to think of ways to punish you.”
“This doesn’t feel like punishment,” she whispers, but then she moves her hands down, clawing onto my wrist. “Please, Damien. We can’t…not again.”
I take my hand away with effort. “Soon, Liliana. I’m going to take that virgin pussy. I meant what I said. It makes me want you more, not less.”
Leaning over, I kiss her passionately. She sinks against me, wrapping her arms around me, and opening her mouth. She’s tasting herself, the sweet tanginess of her pussy.
The thought makes me stir, my cock growing hard again.
With effort, I stand.
“Tomorrow, then,” I say.
“Yeah. I hope breakfast isn’t too awkward.”
He’ll have to accept it, I almost say. Nick can’t stand between us.
I pull back. I don’t want to come between her and Nick. He’s a good man who did right by her. He doesn’t deserve that.
But I can’t let her go either.
“It won’t be,” I say, striding for the door.
If I turn back, if I look at her, I won’t be able to resist that pink, glistening slit.
I’ll never be able to resist my virgin.
CHAPTER
EIGHTEEN
Liliana
“Can you pass the salt?”
I feel like Uncle Nick has just jolted me awake. He looks even more vulnerable in the morning sunlight, sitting across from me at the table. He’s wearing a hoodie, loose-fitting, making me wonder if it’s Damien’s.
“Sure.”
I reach toward it and realize way too late that Damien’s doing the same. Our hands almost touching.
I pull back at the last second, feeling like I’ve just averted a catastrophe. This surely means I need to make a serious effort to calm myself down.
A catastrophe.
What am I thinking?
Damien places the salt shaker down in front of Uncle Nick. I can barely look at Damien, sitting at the table in his clean pale blue shirt, his face clean-shaven, his hair combed neatly. It’s as though last night didn’t happen, as though he hasn’t been going as cuckoo as me thinking about it, letting it eat away at him.
Did he spend the whole night not able to sleep, thinking about what happened, wishing it was happening again?
He erupted for me last night after telling me he doesn’t care I’m a virgin.
Ugh, I’m getting distracted thinking about it, my body tingling.
“Can I do anything to help today?” Uncle Nick asks, looking at Damien as he cuts into his sausage. “I know you’ll only be able to give me certain jobs, because of who I am. But I’d like to help.”
Henrik cooked the breakfast, and it’s delicious, good food to stuff in my mouth, so I don’t have to be part of the conversation. I wonder how Uncle Nick would react if I just yelled it now, point-blank, and told him I wanted to be with Damien.
“No,” Damien says. “You need to heal up. But Nick, when this is over, you’ve got a job with me if you want one.”
“Gabriel would never let a Cartel man work for the Bratva.”
Maybe he won’t be around to argue, I think but don’t say, thinking of the ferocity of my man last night. Who the heck could stop him when he’s so full of righteous fire?
“Are you seeing him today?” Nick goes on.
I’m chewing on a piece of toast, some eggs mixed in, and black pepper to give it a little kick. It’s easier to disappear into the taste rather than think about what’s happening here, the absolute surreal fact of this conversation.
My gaze comes to rest on my tattoo, and I think of the other tattooed, what they’d say if they could see us now with the boss.
With my man.
“Yes,” Damien says. “I’m going to have to play this right. I wish Gabriel was smarter. I wish he could see how useless this all is, all his blustering bullshit. I wish he could see how pathetic it makes him look.”