Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 46098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
“Are you trying to drop a hint, my sweet virgin mafia queen?”
She smiles before she remembers to be shy, and then her expression falters. She shrugs. “I don’t know. Maybe.”
“Tell me,” I growl, moving my face closer to hers, our noses touching as we stare into each other’s eyes. “Tell me you’re ready.”
She makes one of her adorable, sexy whimpering noises, the noise that burrows deep inside of me and right to my desire, roaring at me to claim her and claim her right now.
“I don’t know if I am.” She sighs breathily, her hands moving from my shoulders to my face, clasping onto me as though to stop herself from flying away into a world of anxiety and self-doubt. “But I want to try, with you. I really want to.”
I surge forward.
She places her hand on my chest and steps back, gasping as though she wants to be fucked hard and ruthlessly right now, pounded until her whole body is vibrating and bouncing on the end of my cock.
“I want to feel sexy,” she whispers and then laughs delightedly. “I can’t even believe I can say that. I want to feel sexy… like it’s possible for me to be sexy. But with you, I feel like I can say that. I can be that.”
“You can,” I growl. “Naked and bent over with those round tasty ass cheeks pressed up against me.”
“I… I asked Maria to arrange something for me. Today. While you were out.”
“What?” I snarl, my body pulsing with even more carnal fury, the need for release bubbling up inside of me.
“Some lingerie. An outfit. We took my measurements and then she texted her designer in the city. The men let the courier through. I hope it’s okay.”
“So that’s what Aldo was grinning about.” I shake my head with a smirk. “Earlier today he told me about the courier, and he said he’d spoken to Maria, and he told me not to worry about what was inside.”
“I really want to try this,” she murmurs. “If you don’t like it, you can just say…”
“Don’t be silly,” I snarl. “You’re gorgeous in anything. I’m not going to turn this down.”
“So maybe wait in the bathroom and I’ll get changed?”
She asks the question so shyly, but with a hint of budding confidence beneath it.
“Sounds like a plan,” I smirk as I turn away. “But I can’t touch you again before then. I won’t be able to stop.”
I stride across the room and walk into the ensuite, shutting the door behind me. The second I’m alone in the wide marble bathroom I squeeze my hands together, not trusting myself not to grab onto my throbbing dick if I let them hang loosely.
My mind floods with images of my woman next door, moving around as she changes into her lingerie.
She’s becoming so confident so fast. It’s almost as though she’s been waiting her whole life to let certain parts of her personality out, but she never found the person she could share them with until me.
My body roars and pulses in celebration that it’s me.
My seed surges with more urgency when I press my ear against the door, listening to the sound of rustling fabric. I wonder if she’s arranging herself on the bed for me, perhaps bent over to show me that sweet round ass the moment I walk through the door.
“Luca,” she calls, a slight tremor in her voice. “I’m ready.”
I take a deep breath, aware of how much it trembles when I let it out.
The last thing I need is to sprint in there and devour her the second I lay my eyes on her. I need to try to remember that this is her first time and she’s probably going to be nervous.
I warn myself to use restraint.
But part of me knows it’s going to be downright fucking impossible.
I grab the door handle and push it open.
Chapter Twenty
Lucy
I lie on the bed, propped up on some pillows on my side, staring at the door to the bathroom. The door seems to take forever to open, whining softly, the noise shivering through me and spreading hands of doubt.
The lingerie is red and lacy, with stockings and a halter and frilly bits on the panties and the bra. My heart hammers in my chest, making my already-sore nipples feel even needier and harder like his barest touch could bring me to shivering release like he did last time.
Finally, the door opens and Luca steps out, his steel-colored suit hugging his body tightly, the tendons in his neck bulging as he strides over to me.
If I ever doubted this lingerie was a good choice, the look on my man’s face proves me wrong.
His dark eyes glare at me, his jaw tightens, his fingers twitch like I’m a present he can’t wait to unwrap.