Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 30264 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 151(@200wpm)___ 121(@250wpm)___ 101(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30264 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 151(@200wpm)___ 121(@250wpm)___ 101(@300wpm)
“He won’t harm a hair on your head.” Yeah, I’d gotten that. He’d followed Antonio’s instructions to a fault.
“You don’t ever worry that he could turn on you?”
“Butcher’s loyalty is to the Palermos. We’re the closest thing he’s ever had to a family. The only thing that can ever shake that kind of loyalty is love.” His thumb strokes back and forth along my jaw.
“Are you saying you’d turn on everyone for me?”
“If I had to, I'd burn this city to the ground for you.”
“Well, aren’t you a romantic?” I tease, slipping my hands up his chest and around his neck so I can pull myself into him. Somehow, being close to him like this lessens my worry and my tension. He moves his hands to my ass and squeezes, building an entirely different sort of tension.
“I need to be inside of you.”
“There we go with the romance again.” I laugh. “You’re really laying it on thick today.”
“Naked,” he orders, sitting me down on the table before he heads for the door to close and lock it. “Angel.”
I quickly shed my clothes. Antonio pulls his shirt off over his head. I suck in a breath. If I didn’t know how obsessed he was with me, I might be insecure. The man is ripped. Slowly, I lie back on the table to present myself to him. That always gets him worked up.
He yanks his belt free. “I didn’t get to finish my dinner.” He comes to stand between my thighs, his belt still in his hand. “But you’ll feed me, won’t you, angel?” His eyes roam over my body, taking me in. I never knew him just looking at me would turn me on so much.
“Yes.” I spread my thighs wider, ready for him to feast on me.
“Such a good girl.” He grabs my hips, lifting me off the table only to flip me over. My legs hang off the side. He grabs my hands, wrapping the belt around and tying them behind my back. I whimper. Holy hell, this is hot.
“So soft.” He runs his hands down my back to my ass before trailing them to my thighs. “So perfect.” I turn my head to peek over my shoulder at him. He drops to his knees, spreading my legs wider before he pulls me down the table more. “And all mine.”
He buries his face between my thighs from behind. His tongue thrusts in and out of me only to slip free and tease my clit. Over and over he does this, bringing me to the brink only to pull back. It’s the best kind of torture.
“Antonio,” I moan, pushing my hips back while lifting my ass.
“Don’t tease me,” he growls. I’m about to tell him he’s the one doing the teasing, but the words die on my lips when he grabs my ass and spreads my cheeks. His tongue takes a long lick to stop at my back entrance. I gasp when he presses it into me there.
It’s dark and dirty, and there is nothing I can do to stop him. He’s got me bound. He can do anything he wants. That only makes my desire spiral out of control.
“Please,” I beg. He gives me mercy, his fingers going to my clit as his tongue keeps teasing me with erotic thoughts. With only a few strokes, I’m going off. I cry out his name as I come hard.
I’m lost in my pleasure when he thrusts his cock deep inside of me in one hard stroke, taking my breath away. He drives in and out of me. One hand holds my bound wrists while the other slips down the crack of my ass. He presses his thumb against my asshole.
“Antonio,” I moan.
I need to see him. I turn my head to watch my husband rut into me, hitting the perfect spot deep inside me. It’s almost painful but filled with ecstasy too. The expression on his face is my undoing. He’s lost in his need for me. Consumed by the pleasure that he’s giving and taking. His thumb presses into my ass as I start to orgasm again.
Antonio repeats my name like a prayer as he thrusts two more times before planting himself as deep as he can. Warmth blooms inside me. A low groan comes from him. His cock jerks as he spills more into me.
“Fuck, angel.” He leans down, placing kisses on my back as he undoes the belt. I moan when he steps back, his cock slipping from me. His release spills down my thighs. “What did I ever do to deserve you?” He plucks me from the table, carrying me over to the sofa. “Was I too rough? I’m sorry. I–”
I place my finger to his lips to stop him from saying anything else. “I loved every second of that.” He smiles against my finger. “And I love you. Even if you’re a dirty perv.” I giggle, making him bark a laugh. His cock jerks against my ass. “How are you still hard?”