Total pages in book: 148
Estimated words: 142939 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 715(@200wpm)___ 572(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 142939 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 715(@200wpm)___ 572(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
“What are you doing?” I need him to do more, or I’m going to explode. His finger stops. his eyes once again locking with mine in the mirror. “Finding out that you’re not only a brat but a little liar too.” He pulls his fingers back out. I bite the inside of my cheek so I don’t protest. I refuse to give him the satisfaction.
“And what did I lie about?” I ask.
He brings his finger to his mouth and sucks it clean. A groan rumbles from him as he gets a taste of me.
He reaches for his belt, undoing his pants. I watch his cock spring free. He strokes himself. “You have a hymen.”
My mouth falls open.
“I felt it.” Is he about to take it? I don’t get the chance to ask. He drops to his knees, burying his face between my legs from behind, his tongue thrusting inside me over and over before going for my clit. The sensation is more than I can bear.
“Gilly.” I grip the counter, about to come, but he pulls back. “No!” I whimper. He stands. Tears sting at my eyes. He’s not doing this to me again, is he?
“Don’t tease me about other men having you.” He guides the head of his cock to my entrance, pressing inside of me only a little. His arm wraps around me, his hand going between my thighs from the front.
His fingers go for my clit. He places them there but doesn’t move them.
“Please,” I beg, no longer caring if I sound desperate or not. I need him.
“Remember this,” he grits out before he finally gives me what I need. It doesn’t take long to fall apart with how on edge I am. With a few touches of his rough fingers to the bundle of nerves, I’m flying into pleasure. My sex locks down around the head of his cock.
Gilly groans loudly as warmth explodes through me. It takes me a second to realize what he’s done.
He came inside me.
11
GILLY
I stride into the dining room, my heart pounding and my mind in a spin. What have I done? I’ve gone too far, that’s what. I came inside her, my cock giving in to her wet heat as I fingered her to orgasm. Just the memory of it sends another jolt of heat to my cock.
Antonio raises a brow at me.
I’m sure my skin is still flushed, my demeanor shattered, but it’s not like I can explain why to him. I give him a short shake of my head.
His gaze lingers for another moment before he turns back to whatever prep school twat has his attention.
I go to the sideboard and fix myself a drink, then rethink it and make it a double. After downing it, I make another. Once it’s burning down my throat, the door to the dining room opens again.
My body goes taut. I already know who it is. I always do. Carina is in my blood, like a whisper always at the edge of my hearing. I can sense her.
The room takes a collective breath as she swans in, her head held high. “Sorry I’m late, fellas.” She gives a smug smile, her gaze skirting across me.
Angelica hurries to her. “So beautiful!” she exclaims.
Angelica is right. Carina is gorgeous. But the prettiest part of her is the cream pie I left between her thighs. She may have cleaned up in the powder room, but she couldn’t get rid of all of me. I’m inside her. She’s marked with my cum, my scent. That thought gives me a smug satisfaction of my own.
The boys in the room all try to draw themselves up taller as they elbow to get closer to her. Angelica starts introductions as I watch each and every interaction.
Carina smiles for them, says a few nice things, does her little song and dance–but I know the truth. She does, too. None of these little boys can satisfy her. Not a single one can give her what she needs. A man has to do that. Not just any man. Me. Still, she toys with them, allowing them to think they made her smile or laugh. But it doesn’t reach her eyes. In fact, the only real emotion I feel from her is when she looks at me–and what I sense then is … hunger. My little brat wants more of what I gave her in the powder room.
“Brooding much?” Antonio pours himself a drink as the last of the twats introduces themselves.
“I’m not brooding. Just watching.”
Antonio grabs his glass and tilts his chin toward one of the boys. “I’d say Falco has the edge. His family is just coming off that dispute with the Allegris. They cleaned up.”
I nod. “I saw the photos. There isn’t a single Allegri left in this city.”
“All their holdings are in Falco pockets now. They’re by no means on a footing to rival us, but it’s a nice little kingdom, and Carson Falco could be easily ruled by Carina. She could run that family in her sleep. And when the time’s right–”