Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 83755 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83755 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
At any rate, our little trip to Vegas turned out to be a honeymoon.
Including everything my heart, soul and body desired.
We chose different spots every afternoon to watch the sun go down. The nights were packed with lots of laughter, trips to nearby casinos, wonderful cocktails and. out of this world sex. Those hungry men of mine seemed tireless. We wouldn’t get any sleep, until they had satisfied their lust. Needless to say, my own sex drive was just as high. Hell, yes, I wanted to party with them all night long. This was our reward for sticking together until the end. My way of connecting with them even more. Looking them in the eye while surrendering to them.
Our hotel featured a spa, which we took full advantage of.
One night, after every member of the staff had gone home, Matteo secured the keys from the hotel manager.
We turned that facility into our own playground.
After they’d chased me around in the locker rooms, my guys cornered me in the steam room. I did wonder what my reaction would be, in case they attempted to get physical. That place was insanely hot. Threads of steam were rising from the floor. They dissolved in the air and stuck to my skin and theirs alike. I could even see drops of water on the walls and the benches around me.
Much to my relief, they didn’t.
What they did was very unpredictable and sexy.
They sat down on a bench across from me, staying well away from one another. Noticing their hungry gazes on my body, I was flattered. They scanned my body from bottom to top and vice versa, the bulges in their underwear getting bigger. Soon, I was lying on my back, naked and too turned on to hold back. I touched myself in front of them and reached a tremendous climax.
Which was just the first of that night.
Many more followed; I stopped counting after the fourth.
On the day of our departure, I looked back at our imposing hotel with a sad smile on my face.
I would miss it.
But the people who had made this trip an unforgettable experience would not stay back in Las Vegas. We would go back home together.
The limo driver stacking up suitcases in the trunk, my phone buzzed in the pocket of my jeans. I pulled it out and threw a glance down at the screen. Despite the New York area code, I didn’t recognize the number.
“Hello?”
A red Ferrari whooshing past my spot, I had to cover my ear to be able to hear the person on the other end of the line.
“Piper?”
I didn’t recognize her number, but that voice was all-too familiar to me. Catching the sound of her sniffle, I recognized color and tone alike.
“Allegra?”
“Yeah. You said I could call you if I needed help.”
“Of course. What’s the matter? What do you need help with?”
“My father,” she said, one more sniffle escaping her. “He’s forcing me into a marriage with a man I’ve never even met before.”
Holy crap.
Allegra’s issues were far from over. Far from it; they had just begun. Because spending her life with a total stranger was a massive issue she had to avoid. She just couldn’t make that mistake and figure out a way to correct it afterwards.
Could I help her?
The answer was a big, fat “yes.”
I could offer her some advice on the matter. I could tell her how to approach the matter in a calm, composed manner. But I had no illusions. It was clear that her folks—especially her father—were not the most reasonable people on Earth. Would he be reasoned with? I didn’t know, but she had to try… and I’d do whatever I could to help her.