Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 73655 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 368(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73655 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 368(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
"Please, please, I need to come," Luna pleads. Her words like an aphrodisiac to me because I throb inside her, and I'm sure I'm stretching her to her limits because she winces, but there's still a smile on her lips. I squeeze her neck tighter, stealing every breath she struggles to pull in. I dip my other hand between us, and circle her clit slowly, torturing her. With every movement, she tightens around my cock as if she's trying to milk every drop out of me.
"That's it, little dancer," I coo, brushing my lips against hers. "Come for me. Drench my cock with those sweet juices of yours." Her body convulses, her cunt pulsing, and I know she's close.
"Fuck, Enzo, please," her choked plea is music to my ears, and I realize this little dancer has fucked my life upside down, and I'm okay with it. I've hated her family for so long, but right now, all I want is to own her pleasure.
I pinch her clit hard, before dipping two fingers inside her feeling my cock sliding in and out, and I open her to the point of her crying out through her husky voice.
"Come for me." And she fucking does.
"Enzo!" My name is a scream as I release her neck and Luna soaks me right down to my boxer briefs. Her body pulsing around me is too much and I thrust once, twice, and a third time before I release my orgasm deep in her body.
I slowly pull out of her and help her fix her outfit before zipping my slacks. I step back and cup her face so she's looking at me. "Time for me to go do some bad things, little dancer," I tell her with a soft kiss to her lips. "I want you home, Thiago will drive you and make sure you're safe."
Luna shakes her head. "I want to be there."
"No." My voice is firm, a no-nonsense tone that I have a feeling my dear little dancer will not obey. But I will happily tie her up, put her in the car, and make sure Thiago takes her home.
"You said I was—"
"I said you were to go home. I don't like disobedience, Luna." My use of her name makes her eyes widen. "I cannot go to the pier knowing you'll be in danger."
"But you'll be in danger," she throws back easily, and I can't deny she's right. I'm not sure what is coming when we reach the harbor, but with the shipment on its way, I must finish off this bullshit Irish mob business that's so clearly taking over the Familia in New York. And with Moretti, and Russo here, I'll have the backup I need.
"I am in danger every day of my life, my sweet," I tell her. "It doesn't change just because I'm at the harbor, or in my car, or even in a fucking restaurant. And what happened to you hating me?" I challenge. I'm not sure why I do, perhaps it's because I want her to say the words—she doesn't hate me.
"Hate is a strong word," she admits. "Perhaps I'm just a little obsessed." Her taunting tone heats my blood once more, but I can't take her again. When her eyes land over my shoulder, I know Mario is here. I turn to find my right-hand man standing on the threshold of the office.
"We're ready."
I nod at his words. "Luna, please, just this one time, listen to me."
She tips her head to the side, arching a dark brow at me and her lips tilt into a playful grin. "Is that affection you have for me, Mr. De Rossi?"
A chuckle vibrates in my chest, and I shake my head. "I don't like killing innocent people." I tip my head to the dead man still in the chair. "And it seems you don't either."
"Perhaps," is her only response as I tangle my fingers with hers and lead her out of the office. I'm not nervous for tonight's festivities. Sadly, our engagement party turned into a bloody evening, but at least Luna now knows she's mine.
"Get the crew on that," I tell Mario as we pass him and he's already pulling out his phone before I have time to finish my sentence. By the time we reach the party, it's dwindled, thankfully, and I find Cristiano and Franco, along with the two younger Moretti brothers—Giovanni and Matteo.
"Time to go," Franco informs me before setting his glass down. Everyone is armed. Each man in this room is ready for a fight, and I turn to Luna, who's become mine in the time she's spent with me, and I know I want her safe.
"Go with Thiago," I tell her, and the man in question steps forward. He nudges his jacket out of the way and I see he's carrying as well. "Straight to the penthouse." My order is for him.