Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 75737 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75737 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
In the end, my lashes were darker, my eyes lined, a bright red lip was painted on to match the red flowy slacks Luca had brought me, that likely cost more than my entire wardrobe back home. I paired them with a silk tank top that made it impossible to wear a bra. Finally, I slipped into the strappy white sandals he'd picked up once he learned my size. I even spritzed on the perfume he'd picked out since he claimed it smelled amazing. And I liked the idea of him getting close to sniff my neck, between my breasts.
Finished, I made my way out into the kitchen to find Luca leaning casually against the counter, texting on his phone.
He paused when he heard me coming, head swiveling in my direction.
"Fuck me," he groaned, shaking his head as his eyes took me in. "You're beautiful," he added, tucking his phone away without finishing his text, making his way toward me, placing his hands on my hips. "I don't want to ruin your lipstick."
"It's kiss-proof," I told him, angling my head up.
And then he showed me his appreciation for the extra couple of minutes of preparation.
Then, well, we got a little carried away.
His hands grabbed my hips, pulling me away, turning me, pushing me against the island, reaching forward to undo my button and zipper, yanking down my pants and panties, his fingers sliding up my cleft to work my clit until I was soaked and aching for him.
He protected us then slammed inside me so hard my hips rammed against the edge of the counter, mixing pain with the pleasure of him inside me—hard, demanding, driving me up fast, pushing me over faster, leaving me panting and laid over the island, trying to pull myself back together again.
Luca recovered first, moving downward, sinking his teeth into my ass cheek as he grabbed my panties and pants, pulling them back into place, re-fastening them.
"Come on," he demanded, reaching to pull me straight again. "I know you're hungry after that," he added. And he was right; I was ravenous.
We got subs because they traveled best, and drove down the shore, windows down, salt air filling the car, Luca's free hand reaching for mine, even pulling it up to his lips to kiss at a red light.
We sat in the car to eat, not wanting to deal with the crowds at the beach, listening to music, talking, just being perfectly happy in each other's company.
Every single second of it was absolutely freaking... perfect.
Until we got the call.
We thought nothing of it at first. Luca got calls almost nonstop. Especially on days when he left work earlier than usual. Someone always had a quick question for him.
So when he saw Angelo's name pop up, he figured there was just some issue with a driver of one of the trucks or faulty cameras. Something small.
Not that they had the next container of women. A day earlier than they were supposed to.
"Do you think whoever is running things is just trying to get it through without you and the cops realizing it?" I asked, heart up in my throat as we drove back down the shore. No hand holding or kisses at red lights this time, everything was business.
"Probably."
"Is Angelo calling the cops?"
"Not yet," he told me, voice a little curt, and it only took me a moment to remember that we didn't do a lot of talking about specific things like this in closed-in places. Apartments or cars.
So I sat there in silence, working through it all in my head instead.,
They weren't calling the cops.
Because they wanted a couple of minutes to investigate things first. Once the police and feds showed up, it would be chaos. And they wouldn't be allowed to go anywhere near all the girls.
And they needed to ask questions.
"Are you dropping me off?"
"No. We need you to translate. Lucky can say a couple phrases, but we don't have time for him to fumble around to get it right. If you don't mind," he added, looking over at me.
"I don't mind. I'll be happy to help." And possibly get a chance to see my sister before the police carted her away for questioning and medical evaluations. "But you're going to need to tell me what to ask."
"I'll be right there with you. But we need to know what the people looked like who snatched them off the streets. And who put them in the containers. If they were different people. And also any snippets of conversation that they may have picked up on."
"Okay. I got it," I agreed, taking a steadying breath as we pulled into the pier parking lot, everything still bustling, and I found myself surprised they hadn't halted business yet.
"We don't want any flags going up," Luca said as we climbed out, reading my mind. "If business was already at a dead stop, the police would know we hadn't called them when we first found the container. Better to be scrambling to shut everything down as they all show up."