Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 56365 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 282(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56365 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 282(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
“Oh, you’re that and so much more.”
I bury my hands in her hips as I bring my dick to her entrance. We’re both so slick and filled with lust that I slip into her straight away. She shifts back against me, her release smearing up my dick. I collapse atop her, going full beast as I pound into her, biting down to stop myself from roaring and howling like the monster I am. She looks at me over her shoulder at first, but then I fuck her too hard, and she shakes her head like she’s at a metal concert.
It’s like her sweet globes are hypnotizing me, bouncing against my hips as I pound into her. Pressure builds in me as I hammer her harder, deeper, and then everything spills out. Release surges up my shaft and makes the head of my dick burn intensely. I fall on top of her, wrapping my arm around her body and caressing her breasts. I clutch her tits tightly, fusing to her body, melting into her.
I shudder all over as I spill the last of my release inside her warmth. She quickly climbs into my arms as if she’s afraid I’ll leave her, and she wants to keep this just-us spell going a little longer.
“You went wild at the end there,” she says.
“Was it too much?”
“Nothing between us is too much. I was thinking at one point, whoa, I can’t believe I’m the one making him go this crazy.”
“You should believe it. You’re so sexy, Elena: beautiful and gorgeous. I’m running out of words to describe how perfect you are.”
“I don’t mind if you use the same few on a rotation,” she says, seeming giddy. “It’s not like I’ll ever tire of them …”
I slide my hand through her hair, savoring how she moans, almost like she’s getting ready for round two. She must sense my thinking because she says, “I might need a little while. I want to, but I don’t know if my body would be grateful.”
I smirk. “We’ve got all the time in the world. We don’t need to rush a thing.”
“Have we, though?”
“After tomorrow, when Father gives his blessing, we won’t have to worry about timelines. With the Romanos gone, we won’t have to worry about threats. We’re going to make it through this together.”
“How can you be so sure?”
“I’m not,” I tell her honestly. “There’s every chance Father refuses to accept you. There’s a chance we have to leave this city, go to the West Coast, and start a new life in Hollywood. For you, I’d make that sacrifice.”
“I can’t ask you to do that,” she says. “Maria said it could cause a Mafia war, people trying to take out your dad once they know he hasn’t got an heir.”
I sigh heavily. “Yeah, that’s a possibility.”
“Then how—”
“I choose you,” I cut in. “I can’t control everyone else. I can’t make Father see reason. I can’t force him not to be a hypocrite, but I know one thing, Elena. I can never, never let you go.”
“I love you,” she whispers, cuddling closer to me.
“I love you too.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
ELENA
We’ve come full circle. The four of us—Salvatore, Maria, Dario, and I—sit in the same dining room where we shared our first meal. Memories return to me as Clara brings in tea and coffee, the etiquette I completely messed up, the nerves that made me ache like I was going to break down.
Once Maria pours the drinks, I say, “Thank you, Maria.” I don’t let myself give a single frick about the look Salvatore gives Dario. Since we’re going nuclear, I don’t have to worry about being too nice to the staff.
Salvatore’s sharp eyes flit between Maria and Dario. “You wanted to see me?” he says after a long pause.
Dario rests his elbows on the table, almost like a challenge, declaring that he’s finished with his old uptight ways. He looks dashing and capable in his pale blue shirt, sleeves rolled up, his taut forearms taking me back to last night. My body aches in the best way, my inner thighs throbbing as if demanding more. I never dreamed it would be so effortless.
“I hired Elena to pretend to be my fiancée. She’s not from a rich family out west. She’s from a relatively poor family right here in the city. She’s not a Mafia girl. She’s a kindhearted, funny, beautiful woman with her own dreams and aspirations.”
“You hired her,” Salvatore says, eyes narrowed. “I’m not following.”
“We were going to get divorced after the wedding. I was going to use it as an excuse to stay single. I was tired of the pressure from all sides to get married and secure the family line. I just wanted to live in peace. Before Elena, that’s what I thought I wanted. I never imagined I’d genuinely fall in love. I didn’t think I could fall in love.”