Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 82121 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82121 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
“Or else what?”
“I’ll fuck your pretty mouth and smear my cum all over your goddamn lips when I’m done. You want me to mark you, baby? I’ll cum in every tight little hole you’ve got and leave you limping for weeks, and when I’m done, I expect you to fucking thank me.”
“Oh, baby,” I say, heart fluttering. “That was filthy.”
“Good. Suck my cock before I lose my mind.”
Even I know when a man has reached his limit. My head is reeling from his little speech, but I give him what he wants and enjoy the absolutely obscene noises he makes. I take him deep, stroke him hard, and suck him like I’ve never sucked a cock before. Spit rolls down to my hands and I don’t care if I’m a mess right now, because Saul loves it. He’s growling like a beast, thrusting his hips into my lips, fucking me like he promised, and I’m absolutely reeling with lust.
After a few deep strokes, he finally pauses. “I’m coming,” he groans.
I push deeper. He twitches into my tongue and I swallow him, sucking back a gag as he finishes into my throat. His sighs of pure bliss drive a spike of lust between my legs, and I’m dripping wet when I pull back.
But he’s not done with me. He bends down and kisses me hard, his other hand rubbing along the tip of his cock. Then he swipes his fingers across my mouth, painting my lips with his sticky cum.
“There you go,” he whispers, purring in the back of his throat. “My fucking girl.”
“You like this?” My eyebrows raise as I lick him clean. “You’re a dirty man, Saul Rossi.”
“Like you have no idea.” He drags me to my feet, eyes blazing. “I’m going to take you upstairs now and perform my service.”
“Which is what, exactly?”
“Two fingers fucking your tight little cunt and my hungry tongue licking starving circles around your swollen clit until you scream.”
“That’s… a very good service.”
He throws me over his shoulder, spanks my ass, and drags me up into our bedroom while I kick my legs and pretend to struggle.
But this is a fight I really want to lose.
Chapter 25
Saul
My office in the Rossi mansion is quiet and calm, a little peaceful haven in the middle of an otherwise chaotic building. Ever since Maddie moved in and started filling the place with babies, there doesn’t seem to be any downtime anymore. And it doesn’t help that Allegra’s always hanging around with her kid.
Which I like. I mean, I can pretend like it annoys me, but I love Brando and Cassie. The littles are fun, frustrating sometimes when they’re throwing tantrums, but that’s not my problem. I get all the good stuff. Hide and seek, fake wrestling, tickling, the occasional cuddle. That’s what an uncle’s for—running around and laughter. Let Mom and Dad deal with the bullshit.
Which is why I’m not upset when there’s a little knock at the door and Brando’s head pokes in. “I saw you,” he says like that explains how he knew I was in here. I hold my hands out and he walks inside dragging a pillow he calls his Popo. The thing’s tattered and only half filled anymore, but it’s his special lovey for some reason.
Brando’s Renzo and Maddie’s kid. He’s three with a head of curly hair and big, adorable eyes. The boy’s all trouble though, which I love.
“Check this out,” I tell him and pull out a big half dollar from my drawer. “Pretty cool, huh?”
Brando swipes it. “I like this,” he says, holding it up. He tries to flip it, but just succeeds in letting it clatter on the floor.
I try to teach him how to properly spin a coin until Stefania appears in the doorway, looking haggard. “Oh my god, there he is,” she says, hurrying in. “Brando, you can’t just disappear like that. I’ve been looking all over for you.”
“He’s okay, I got him.” I grin at Brando, the little scamp. Pure, absolute, unaltered trouble. It occurs to me that I’ll have my own little trouble soon, and the thought is as scary as I thought it might be. No, if my kid’s even half as fun as Brando, I’m looking forward to being a Dad.
“You’re not supposed to bother anyone when they’re working,” Stef says, kneeling down next to him. “You have to go back to Christine.”
“But the coin.” Brando’s eyes go wide.
I laugh and wave him off. “Go ahead and keep it. Practice flipping and show me how good you are at it later, okay?”
Brando nods, looking excited, and allows Stefania to escort him out. A few minutes later, my sister reappears in my office door. “Sorry about that.”
“No worries. I don’t mind a little morning visit from that little dude.”
“You don’t, do you?” She scrutinizes me a little more intensely than usual. Stef’s one of the smartest people in our family, and even though she’s a lot younger than the rest of us, I think she should be running the whole damn show. Though I’d never tell Renzo that. Unfortunately, the Famiglias are all a little outdated when it comes to their views on women. Which means Stefania is destined for marriage.