Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 46926 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 235(@200wpm)___ 188(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46926 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 235(@200wpm)___ 188(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
“Damien, oh, God!” she cries out, her nails digging into my back.
The pain only fuels my desire. I crave more. More pain, more pleasure, more of her. With each stroke, I push her higher, my control slipping as the monster within claws its way to the surface.
“That’s it, Frankie. Fuck me. Fuck me!” I growl, my voice barely recognizable.
Her eyes go wide. I can tell the moment she senses the shift in me, the darkness inside. Part of me wants her to be afraid, to truly understand the depths of my madness.
“Damien,” she chokes out as another orgasm washes over her. “Yes.”
I revel in her surrender, knowing she’s mine completely. I want to consume her, to merge our bodies and souls until there’s no separation between us.
My thrusts become punishing, bordering on brutal. I want to leave my mark on her, inside and out. The possessive rage inside me is boiling.
Mine, mine, mine, goes through my mind with each snap of my hips.
I lean down, my lips grazing her ear. “You’re mine, Francesca,” I hiss, my voice dripping with dark promise. “Forever. There’s no escaping me now.”
I thrust into her, harder, deeper, claiming her with relentless strokes. “Say you’ll never leave me,” I demand, my voice a hoarse whisper against her ear.
“Never,” she pants, meeting my rhythm, her body moving with mine. “I’ll never leave you, Damien. I’m yours forever.”
I lose myself in the raw, primal act, in the sensation of her body welcoming mine. I pound into her, my cock buried deep, our sweat-slicked bodies sliding together.
“Mine,” I growl, my eyes fierce as I gaze down at her. “Only mine.”
“Yes, Damien,” she pants. “I’m yours. All yours.”
Her submission fuels my darkest impulses. I grip her hips, slamming into her with abandon. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoes through the room, punctuated by our guttural moans.
“Fuck, Frankie,” I say through gritted teeth, feeling my control slipping. “I’m close. Come with me. Now.”
“Damien!” she screams, her whole body shuddering as her orgasm crashes over her.
With a growl, I bury myself to the hilt and explode inside her. Wave after wave of intense pleasure washes over me as I empty myself into her willing cunt.
This. This is what I need to fuel my vengeance. Nothing more, nothing less.
Francesca DeMarco will be the only thing that brings me to my knees.
She runs her hands over my back, a soothing touch that grounds me, pulling me back to earth. “Damien,” she says softly. “That was—”
“Extraordinary,” I finish for her.
“Yes,” she agrees, her eyes sparkling. “Extraordinary.”
I prop myself up on one elbow, gazing down at her—my bride-to-be, my beautiful conquest. “Tell me, Francesca. Aren’t you glad you said yes?”
CHAPTER FIVE
Frankie
Amelia’s brow arches when I step inside her office with two coffee cups in my hand. She tosses her pen on the desk and leans back against her chair, and I hand her a cup. “Hey! What’s going on?”
I’m bursting to tell her my news. I’m feeling good today. Damn good. Last night was perfect, and both my body and my mind are flying high. “I’ve got news.”
“On the killer?” She takes a slow sip and then smiles. “No, that look on your face isn’t about the killer, is it?”
“Nope,” I say and reach for the cup with my left hand, letting her study me until her gaze lands on the giant diamond on my finger.
“Holy. Fucking. Shit.” Her eyes are comically wide as she gets to her feet, takes my coffee and studies my ring. “Is that what I think it is?”
I nod, my smile so big my cheeks ache. “It is. Damien proposed last night at Spanish Fly.”
“Wow.” Amelia sighs, her eyes sparkling. “Judging by the glow you’re rocking I’d say there was also a good amount of sexy time.”
“So much sexy time,” I confirm and shake my head slowly with a huge grin on my face.
“Well,” she sighs, shaking her head. “So, I guess you said yes.”
My gaze narrows. “I did.”
Ames leans forward on her elbows. “I’m happy for you, Frankie, really and truly happy. A gorgeous billionaire who only has eyes for you wants to make it legal, that’s amazing. But it’s really soon. And you just went through a major trauma. It’s a lot for the average person.”
I lean back and fold my arms, glaring at her. “And I’m not the average person?”
“You’re kidding, right?” She huffs, rolling her eyes. “For most people, those things are enough to send them into five times a week therapy sessions, but on top of all of that, you’re hunting a serial killer who you think might be after your brand new fiancé.” Amelia sits back in her chair, mirroring my posture.
“Okay, yes, that’s a lot. I’ll give you that. But it feels right, and my gut tells me that saying yes is the right thing to do. I love him and we fit so well together despite our differences.”