Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 84446 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 422(@200wpm)___ 338(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84446 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 422(@200wpm)___ 338(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
“Yeah,” he agreed. “But you could lie to me about it,” he suggested as his fingers drifted down to my neck, resting for a moment, before sliding backward, teasing over my scalp the way he knew I liked.
“I don’t want to lie to you,” I said, voice soft as his touch started to stoke the flare of desire.
“Good,” he said, his gaze going heated as my breathing got more shallow and uneven. “Keep making noises like that, mouse, and I’m gonna forget that you’re hurt,” he said, his rough voice making a shiver course through me.
“I’m not that hurt,” I said, swaying toward him.
That rumbling sound I loved so much moved through Renzo as his arm wrapped around me, pulling me flush against him, his head ducking, his lips on my neck.
Desire soared through my system, making me sensitive and aching as Renzo’s hands moved over me. Sliding down my back, over my ass, up my sides as his lips moved across my throat, then up the other side of my neck.
He reached for my pants, unfastening my jeans, then dragging them and my panties down, waiting for me to step out of them.
Then he was suddenly pressing me back against the sink cabinet, and dropping to his knees in front of me.
Spreading my thighs, his tongue started to move up my cleft, teasing my clit with soft precision, making my hips rock against him as he worked me.
My soft moans filled the bathroom as he drove me closer and closer to that edge.
But before the pleasure could wash over me, he was moving away, reaching for me, and turning me to face the mirror.
“Have you been taking your pills, mouse?” he asked, voice a velvety caress as he unfastened his pants, freed his cock, then slid it between my thighs, rocking against me.
“Y… yes,” I whimpered.
“Good girl,” he murmured, turning my belly liquid as his cock slid back, then surged inside of me. “Fuck,” he groaned when he was buried deep. “Look how much you like my cock,” he murmured, looking at my face in the mirror.
My head was tipped back, my lips parted, and my eyes heavy-lidded.
His hand gripped my hips then, holding on as he started to fuck me.
Hard and fast as his free hand slipped between my thighs, working my clit as he thrust.
“You feel so fucking good,” he groaned, thrusting harder, getting close. “Are you going to come for me?” he asked, lips pressing into my neck from behind. My moan was the only answer I could offer him.
“That’s it, baby,” he hissed. “Squeeze my cock,” he said as the orgasm started, a tensing, then a flutter as the pleasure coursed through me. “Fuck,” he groaned, fucking me harder. “I’m going to come inside your sweet fucking pussy,” he told me, the words making my walls flutter once again, undoing him, making his face press into my hair as he thrust into me, then planted deep, coming with a soft curse.
He stayed deep inside of me for a long time after, his face still pressed into my hair, breathing me in as we both waited for our bodies to come back down.
His head lifted, his gaze finding mine in the mirror.
There was something deep and unreadable in his eyes that had my heart squeezing.
But before I could try to understand it, his head ducked, then watched what he was doing as he slowly slid out of me, letting out a rumble at… something.
“You’re going to need to get cleaned up, mouse,” he said as he turned to walk to the shower stall, reaching to turn it on.
I didn’t understand his meaning.
Until I felt a hot trickle from between my thighs.
“Come on,” he said, voice soft, but tired, and I turned to find him already naked, climbing in the shower niche himself.
I moved across the room, reaching to remove my shirt, then bra, trying not to cover myself as his gaze slid over me, then climbing inside.
Then I got to stand there as Renzo pushed me under the water… and started to wash me.
Then let me rinse as he washed himself.
Wordlessly, he shut off the water, handed me a towel, then got his own.
And we made our way to bed.
All the while, I thought things had finally, finally changed.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Lore
Three days later, though, nothing had changed.
And now I had a shiny new fear of leaving the apartment to contend with, so I was just staying inside, feeling sad and anxious and disappointed that Renzo was still working his intolerably long hours.
There was a knock at the door—Elian’s little warning that he was coming in before he did—and then the door inched open.
“You have… a visitor,” he said, looking as surprised as I felt.
A visitor?
One of my brothers, maybe?
Nico?
“My brother?” I asked, hearing a hopeful squeak in my own voice.