Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 55750 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 279(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 186(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55750 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 279(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 186(@300wpm)
“Very secretive,” she says, shutting the door behind her.
Maybe I’m doing my whole read-to-much-into-it thing again, but I am relieved she’s the one who closed the door. It’s like she’s choosing to lock herself in here with me—a Mafia beast, a killer. Yet, when she looks at me, there’s no judgment—confusion, tension, and lust, but no hate.
“Where’s the snack, then?” she says.
“Are you trying to set me up?” I move closer to her.
She tilts her head up at me, her hair wild and gorgeous as it flows around her shoulders, her cleavage almost turning me into a complete madman, an unhinged savage.
“Set you up?” she asks innocently.
I smirk, standing close to her, savoring her scent and everything else. I’m not sure if it feels this natural for other people, but I don’t have to try or stress with Bella. Even now, when she sees the real me, it’s so much easier than I ever imagined. Not that I imagined much before I met her.
“You asked where the snack was …”
“So I’m the snack, is that it?” she says teasingly.
I laugh. “Exactly …”
When I lean down, she places her hand on my chest, pressing down hard so I can feel her fingernails through my shirt. Her cheeks are red in the most tempting, gorgeous way. “I just want to say … tonight is its own thing.”
“Okay …” I trail off.
“I mean, the other stuff. We’re not thinking about it. We’re not talking about it, but that doesn’t mean—”
I cut off her words with a kiss. Maybe it’s selfish, but I want to pretend that all that nasty crap doesn’t exist. I want to pretend she fully accepts me, even if she says she hasn’t decided yet. When I hear her moaning, I feel her tongue eagerly finding mine, and my body aches as she drags her touch across me. I can let it all go.
With a groan, I slide my hand down her body, over her hips, and further until I come to the hem of her dress. I push it up and grab onto her bare leg. She gasps and pushes against me.
Stumbling back, I butt against the table. I quickly grab her plump ass and lift her, spinning and putting her on the table. She wraps her legs around me, pulling herself close like she wants to melt into me.
When she breaks the kiss off, I think she’s about to say something. Her lips part slightly. Her breathing comes fast, as if her horny body is trying to draw attention to those thick, delicious tits. When she doesn’t say anything, I groan and grab the front of her dress, savagely pulling it down.
“Fuck,” I gasp, my manhood flooding with heat. “No bra?”
A dangerous sort of smile spreads across her face. “Just for you …”
I lean down toward her naked, perfect tits. Her nipples are thick and pebbled with lust like she’s waiting for me to lavish them with attention. I sink my hands greedily into the thickness of her body, pushing her tits together, then bring my mouth to her nipple and suck greedily.
Letting one of her luscious tits go, I slide my hand up her thigh.
“Oh, fuck,” I almost roar. “Thank God for the soundproofing. No underwear either?”
She smooths her hands over my face and hair, drawing my gaze to hers. “Maybe I get off on driving you crazy.”
“Well, it’s working,” I growl. “Working so. Damn. Well.”
“Oh, oh …”
Her moans are even sweeter than her violin music as she lets her pleasure fly. I stroke her clit, then smooth down to her entrance, feeling her wetness, feeling how badly she wants this as she writhes in time with my touch.
Our lips find each other again, and then I almost lose it. Her hand strokes across the front of my pants, almost nervously. When she hears my deep, throaty groan, she strokes me even faster. I thought my dick was rock-solid already, but it somehow gets even harder as precome bursts hotly from my rod, making my underwear sticky.
I circle her entrance, then slowly slide my finger inside. She breaks the kiss off, her head falling back.
When she bites down, I remind her, “Nobody can hear us, Bella. Nobody knows we’re here. This is our secret place. Just us. Just our music …”
“Oh, fuh-fuck,” she says, gasping. “Oh my fucking God.”
“Let it out,” I groan, slipping my finger even deeper into her tightness. “You don’t need to be shy. You don’t need to be ashamed. Not with me. Not ever.”
“Not … ever?” She gasps as I swirl my finger faster.
The movement makes her rub me even quicker, as if this is a performance and she’s keeping time with me.
When she emphasizes the word ever, it’s like she’s jolted me into realizing precisely what I just said. But I can’t think about any confusing thoughts right now. All I can focus on is the way her body trembles for me. Her moans sound like the notes of a violin, the music swelling as she shifts, her hips rocking faster and more urgently.