Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 56742 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 284(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56742 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 284(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
I rub her slowly at first. When she bites down on the pillow, I move faster, feeling her warmth, wetness, and need. She stares at me with those wide, shocked eyes. It’s like she’s never done this before. I can’t let myself think that, wonder about that. If she’s never touched another man…
I’d lose it. I’d strip her naked. I’d bend her over and spank her thick ass as she bounced up and down on me. Nothing could stop me from claiming her.
Her moans get louder, even with the pillow to block them. I’m pumping my arm now. I can feel her folds. The fabric is so thin. I can feel the shape of them, engorged like they’re filled with lust.
Faster, with more hunger, I rub my woman until she starts shaking like a soda bottle about to burst. All the lust is going to erupt out of her. More precome leaks out of me, making my underwear slick with it. She’s moaning urgently into the pillow, rocking back and forth, her legs bucking. It’s like she’s never felt pleasure like this before.
I feel her get even wetter when the orgasm releases. She squeezes her legs around my hand, my eager woman, like she wants to trap me there. Finally, she lets the pillow drop, breathing rapidly as if she’s just emerged from the water and was drowning in her lust.
Kissing her again, I move to a sitting position on the bed. Then I wrap my arms around her and pull her into my lap. She moans as I drive my manhood against her ass. She’s so damn thick that it’s making me feral. She moans, sliding her hands up my arms and pressing down on my shoulders.
“I can’t believe this is happening,” she whispers.
“Believe it,” I groan. “Now—”
Get on your knees. Show me those perfect tits. Get ready to take my seed.
Before I can say anything, there’s a banging noise from next door.
Scarlet springs up from my lap. “Mom?” She leaves the room quickly.
I follow her. Scarlet runs into the room to the bed. Then she turns to me with tears in her eyes.
CHAPTER 9
Scarlet
I turn back to the bed in case I’ve somehow missed something. Mom left her lamp on. Maybe so she could see as she arranged her pillows to make it look like she was sleeping. When I came home, I checked on her, saw the pillows, and assumed she was asleep.
The crashing noise came from a book she left on the bedside table, balanced precariously. If it weren’t for that, I wouldn’t even know she’s missing right now.
Elio walks up beside me, dark and handsome in his black T-shirt, silver-streaked hair catching the light, his muscles firm, and… And what the hell am I thinking? Dad’s gone. Mom’s gone. Despite that, I can’t stop thinking about Elio’s muscles.
“There’s a note,” Elio says, kneeling down next to the book. He stands, holding up a small piece of paper. He’s about to read it. Then he pauses and hands it to me.
I sit on the bed, my throat tight, my belly buzzing with nerves. It’s not fair. A few minutes ago, I was in a dream. Elio’s hand was blazing pleasure between my legs. I forgot everything: my fear, doubt, inexperience, Mom and Dad, even the debt.
I’m sorry, Scarlet. I’ve gone to find your father. He called me when you were at work and told me where he is. It’s not a good neighborhood. It’s even worse than ours if you can imagine it. I should be back before you have a chance to read this note. I love you. Be strong.
“Maybe she’ll be back by morning,” I mutter, handing the note to Elio.
He reads it, his jaw tight, the tension in him easily readable. “There’s not enough information here. Do you have any idea where she’s talking about?”
“N-no,” I say, wiping my cheeks. These tears are so annoying. “Dad’s the one who disappears. Mom usually waits until he’s back. If she’s gone too, he must’ve told her he’s somewhere awful.”
“In this city, that doesn’t narrow it down much.” Elio takes out his phone. “That settles it then.”
“Settles what?”
“You’re staying at my parents’ place.”
“What?”
“It’s the most secure location in this city. A penthouse with twenty-four-hour security. It’s far more secure than my apartment.”
“But what if Mom comes back?”
“I’ll have some men waiting just in case. They can bring her to you.”
“But—”
He spins on me, and suddenly, I see the don, Elio Marino, not the man I just kissed. I see the darkness in his eyes, the capacity for violence. “This isn’t a discussion anymore. You’re not staying here. That’s the end of it.”
“But what if she doesn’t come back?”
“We’ll find her and your dad,” he says.
“I’ve got work tomorrow.”
“Not anymore, you don’t,” he grunts. “Pack a bag. We’re leaving soon. Don’t fight me on this. If I have to kidnap you, goddamn it, I will, Scarlet.” He looms over me, veins bulging in his neck. “Have I made myself clear?”