Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 53428 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 267(@200wpm)___ 214(@250wpm)___ 178(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 53428 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 267(@200wpm)___ 214(@250wpm)___ 178(@300wpm)
“O-oh!”
“You’re mine forever.” I dove back in, slamming my lips against hers, my tongue savagely exploring her mouth with a wild ferocity.
The wet smack of my cock overloading the tight confines of her pussy grew more frequent and louder. My balls slapped hard against her ass with each thrust.
My cock pounded into her.
Kash moaned loudly as her climax claimed her, her body tensing up, her fingernails digging deeply into my back.
“That’s it, baby.” I groaned into her mouth. “All mine, even your orgasms.”
“Yes!” she moaned against my mouth, ending on a high-pitched cry as her pussy clenched around my cock, spasming and shuddering. Her orgasm flooded her body. It was so powerful that the orgasm also radiated through my body.
A primal groan ripped from my throat, and my hips jolted forward. “Kash!”
Her pussy milked my cock, sending me crashing over the edge and cumming into her with a fierce groan. Hot semen shot out from my cock in thick white strands into her pussy.
I held her close as the waves of pleasure pulsated through us both in the form of deep throated moans. I gripped her ass so hard my nails might have drawn blood.
I slumped forward, my lips still pressed against hers, our breaths mingling and becoming one. My entire body trembled slightly as her body quaked.
Kash broke the kiss, resting her head against my shoulder. “Oh. . .my. . .God.”
She slowly caressed my back, slipping her hands up and down and calming me.
There. The jealousy is gone.
The musk of our sex lingered in the air, mingling with the smell of salty sweat.
So illogical. She is mine and will forever be mine.
I raised my head and gazed down at her
“Santino, I don’t know what I did to get punished with your cock this time.” Kash panted next to me. “But. . .I won’t lie. . .I damn sure will do it again.”
A dark throaty laugh rolled out of me.
I enjoyed the sensation of the warm, sticky juices that coated my cock as I thrust deeper into that tight pussy and raised an eyebrow and smirked. “Did you like that?”
“I loved it,” she breathed out, panting as her body trembled around me.
I licked my lips. “Then, I will punish you again and again.”
Chapter 12
Gangster Stylist
Kashmere
The Last Dance was the epitome of Paradise City bridal chic. They housed the finest in luxury bridal couture fashion. They had every gown one could imagine—edgy and minimalist to airy and ethereal, silks to lace. There were sleek and simple dresses. Then, there were jewel adorned, fairytale gowns complete with regal accessories. Some displayed hand-detailed accents, while others boasted a vintage-inspired design.
Pricing ranged from $20,000 to well over $100,000.
And the shop itself was a monstrous size. They had two lobbies, five show rooms, and ten private suites where the staff greeted hopeful brides and their friends with complimentary drinks on arrival.
Presently, I stood in one of their lavish private suites surrounded by an unending sea of gowns. Mirrors lined the walls from floor to ceiling, creating an infinite reflection of the room and its contents.
How am I going to figure this out?
I rummaged through the gowns on the rack, trying to find the one.
It was a dizzying array of gowns in an ocean of white, cream, and ivory.
Looking completely out of place, my and Santino’s men scattered around the space with their one duty to guard me. I also had both my guns in their holsters. Gypsy wouldn’t catch me off guard again. Next time I saw him, it would be me firing a gun into his forehead.
“You can try these too.” Tomasso brought out a few rare gold gowns and then headed to the back for more gowns.
Could I wear gold?
They hung in front of me, taunting my eyes with their untouched beauty. They were like liquid sunbeams, glittering and shimmering.
Which gown will be the perfect one for my wedding day?
Heart pounding, I was paralyzed in place like a frightened rabbit, completely mesmerized by the magical scene that made me feel as though I had been transported into a fairytale.
Loudly sighing, Dima leaned against the wall with his big arms crossed over his chest and gazed at the mannequin next to him. “When you asked to meet, I expected to be talking in your office, not here among white lace and shimmering pearls.”
Three of his men stood by the door.
“Sorry, Dima, but unfortunately, I have to multi-task today.” I pulled out a strapless gown with a beaded bodice. “That means that you are helping me strategize how to get rid of my Coffin Cheater problem, and assisting me with picking my gown.”
“Marcelo’s men have blocked all roads surrounding the Coffin Cheaters’ mountain range, hoping to stop any supplies from going in there.”
“That’s assuming Marcelo is blocking the right roads.” I held up the strapless gown. “Do you like this one?”