Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 36839 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 184(@200wpm)___ 147(@250wpm)___ 123(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36839 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 184(@200wpm)___ 147(@250wpm)___ 123(@300wpm)
I push against his shoulders, trying like hell to get him to do…something. Stop? Go slower? Give me a minute to catch my breath? I don't know. I just know the world is spinning and I have no idea which way is up. But he's ruthless in his quest to make me come.
"Come, bella. Don't make me say it again." His teeth sink into my lip in a stinging bite. "I'm not the kind of man who asks nicely. If I have to say it again, it'll be with you on your back and my hand around your throat."
I shout his name as pain mingles with pleasure, tossing me over the edge. My legs go weak. The world goes black. I lose my voice and my mind simultaneously as wave after wave of pleasure crashes down over me, drowning me in euphoria.
Diego groans, canting his hips away. A few seconds later, wetness splashes against my abdomen and I realize why. He's coming too. I peel my eyes open in time to see the searing look of possession stamped across his face.
God help me. This man will consume me if I let him. He'll lead me into the dark and destroy me if I let him. And for a moment… I can't think of a single reason not to let him. Not even one.
For the first time since I was assigned this case, I know fear. Real fear.
It drives me as I stumble away from him, bumping into the desk.
"Athena."
"Stay away from me," I whisper, throwing my hands up to ward him off. "Don't even think about touching me, Diego." I scurry backward away from the desk, keeping a wary eye on him as I stoop to grab my bag from the floor.
He watches me, trying to clean his hands off and tuck himself back into his pants at the same time. "Athena, what…?"
I grab my bag and hurry toward the door, fleeing like the hounds of hell are chasing me. When he shouts my name, I'm not entirely convinced they aren't. But I manage to throw myself into the elevator and stab the button to close the doors before he catches me.
My last sight of him is of his thunderous expression as he strides across the office toward me, my name still on his lips. And then the doors close, granting me safety.
At least for the moment.
Chapter Five
Diego
"Can we just get this shit over with already?" I growl, glaring across the console at Mattia. "Jesus Christ. We've been out here for four hours already. If the stronzo was going to make a move, he would have done so by now."
Mattia's only response to my outburst is an arched brow.
"Fuck." I throw myself back against the seat in his SUV, exhaling a breath. "Sorry."
It's not his fault I'm in a bad mood. It's not even his fault we're out here, tailing Domingo Borelli. He's become a problem for us, so we're handling him the easy way.
By letting the FBI deal with him.
If they're watching me, as soon as they see me talking to him, he'll become the next man on their radar. There isn't anything he can tell them about us, but if they dig even a little, they'll find a treasure trove of dirty laundry in his closet. Enough to make sure he's no longer a problem for us.
We keep our hands clean. He gets handled. It's shady as hell, but the other option involves sinking him to the bottom of the river. Considering that I'm already on the FBI's radar, it's not a viable option at the moment.
"Feel better?" Mattia asks.
"Fuck no."
His soft chuckle floats across the SUV to me. "You're moody as fuck."
He's not wrong. I've been an irritable bastard for the last three days…ever since Athena fled my office after coming all over my hand. She hasn't been back since and it's driving me fucking crazy.
I never thought I'd live to see the day I wanted the FBI up in my face, but here I am. Mad as hell that she ghosted me. I'm half-tempted to show up at her office myself. In fact, that's precisely my plan if she doesn't materialize by tomorrow.
She's had more than enough time to wrap her head around what happened between us. I'm not inclined to give her more. Either she comes to me, or I'm going to her. It's as simple as that.
"Things didn't go well with the FBI agent?"
I roll my head to the side, looking at Mattia. "Are we gossiping about my love life now, motherfucker?"
"Your love life?" Genuine surprise flickers in his eyes.
Fuck.
"I thought this was a means to an end for you."
"It is," I mutter.
Mattia waits me out.
"Maybe." I sigh.
"You like her."
"Does it matter?" I shrug, not willing to give up that info, not even to Mattia. The simple fact is, she's gotten under my skin in a major way. She's been on my mind non-fucking-stop since I met her. I'm mad as hell that she ran the other day, but I'm worried about her too.