Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 48087 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 240(@200wpm)___ 192(@250wpm)___ 160(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48087 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 240(@200wpm)___ 192(@250wpm)___ 160(@300wpm)
“Look at it,” he demanded in a low, hard voice.
I lowered my focus to stare at his erection, the length thick, the skin stretched tight because he was so hard.
I smoothed my hands over his thighs, his slacks like satin under my palms, the material tailored only for Matteo. I was about to grab his cock when my fingers skimmed over something square and hard protruding beneath his pants pocket.
The instant I felt his body tense under my touch was when I looked up at him, my fingers still on that hard object.
My heart thundered because I knew. I just knew what it was without even seeing it.
His expression had me whispering his name.
“Fuck,” he said softly with zero heat behind that lone curse word.
A second later, he had his hands under my arms and helped me off the ground. He embraced me, his palm cupping the back of my head, his nose pressed to the side of my throat as he inhaled deeply.
“I was going to wait until we were in the air.”
His words confused me, but he didn’t make me wait to question what he meant.
“The normal—proper—way to do this would be to drop on one knee—”
“That’s not you,” I said, cutting him off. His deep chuckle vibrated my throat, and he tightened his hand in my hair.
“No, it’s not, Sunshine.” He exhaled. “But I want to be that man for you.”
“I don’t want you to be anyone you’re not. I love you the way you are.” His entire body went ramrod tight against me, his fingers painful in my hair as he pulled me impossibly closer.
“Say it again.”
I closed my eyes and rested my head in the center of his chest. “I love you.”
“Again.”
I smiled to myself. “I love you, Matteo. Maybe I shouldn’t because it’s not like you’re the hero.”
“I’m the fucking villain, and you love that.”
“Mmm, I sure do.” And I did. It was strange and wondrous, frightening and exhilarating. But I loved the bad guy.
He pulled back and wrapped his hand possessively around my throat. For a prolonged moment, he didn’t speak, his dark eyes boring holes into me as if he were thinking hard on what he would say next.
“You’ll marry me.” It wasn’t a question. “You’ll be mine. Only mine.” It sounded like he snarled that last part, and every feminine part of me tingled in response.
“Is that so?” I cocked an eyebrow, knowing I was playing with fire.
“Liliana,” he growled my name, and my toes curled.
“Yes, Matteo.” His hard expression instantly morphed into a softer one he only reserved for me. “I’m already yours, but if you want to put that ring in your pocket on my finger to make it official…” I rose on my toes and kissed him. “Then so be it. So, yes.” I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, and he lifted me so the tips of my toes barely touched the floor. “I’ll be your wife.”
He rested his forehead against mine, but after only a second of that, set me back on the floor, retrieved the box from his pocket, and showed me the biggest, most gorgeous piece of jewelry I’d ever seen.
Just like Matteo, the ring was simplistic but intricate. The band had filigree detailing, and the diamond—a square-cut solitaire as big as my damn eye—sparkled back.
“I wanted bigger but your hands and fingers are so tiny.”
I laughed softly as he slid the ring—so heavy—onto my finger.
“Now, say it again.” His voice was guttural, and I wondered if it was because he was filled with so much emotion.
I didn’t need him to elaborate. I knew what he wanted because it was the same as what I did. “I’m yours, Matteo.” I adopted a hard look, one he gave me so many times, but the twitch of his lips told me he found it humorous, not intimidating.
“My sweet girl.” He kissed the tip of my nose. “Sono tuo, Liliana. Lo sono dal momento in cui ti ho visto.” I’m yours, Liliana. I have been since the moment I saw you.
We kissed and kissed and kissed until my lips felt bruised and I was breathless.
“Now suck my dick like Daddy’s good girl, and I’ll reward you by shooting my load down your throat.”
A moan was pulled from me. That sweet moment we’d just shared was whisked away in the face of our constant need for one another.
“Then I’m taking my girl to Italy, marrying you, and letting every fucking jealous bastard know you’re mine.”
I smiled slowly, sank to my knees, and sucked my future husband’s dick until his eyes rolled back and he came down my throat.
The End.