Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 106312 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 532(@200wpm)___ 425(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106312 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 532(@200wpm)___ 425(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
I wonder what it would be like if his fingers trailed lower if I just gave in to this tension and got him out of my system.
“My grandfather used to make it for me.” I remain silent, and he meets my eyes, licking his lips. “What’s yours?”
“I’m vegan,” I say with a grin.
A slow smile spreads on his face, and it’s hard to believe this man is a monster. Something so brilliant and beautiful is truly criminal. “You’re such a fucking liar.”
I swallow hard.
“Cinnamon roll,” I admit, unsure where to put my hands. I don’t want to put them anywhere on him because I’m not sure if I’ll be able to control myself, so I put them on my legs, and I hate how submissive it makes me feel. He seems to notice.
“Why?” he asks.
I sigh, uncomfortable with all the questions. “Do we really have to do this?”
“Yes. Unless you plan on fucking this up for the both of us and not getting your guns back.” And the asshole has come back with a vengeance. All my curiosity about his very hard cock pressing into my jeans is gone. But I suppose it doesn’t matter telling him this much. It won’t do anything to hurt me.
“My father would take me out on Saturdays for shooting practice. He would get a coffee for himself and a hot chocolate for me, and the cinnamon roll would be a treat we shared. My father was strict when it came to eating clean and nurturing the body. So every time I think of the cinnamon roll I think of a treat and my time spent with him.”
I grow irritated at the idea that I’m becoming more vulnerable around him bit by bit.
I hate that I told him that.
I hate that I took this job.
I want my guns back, and I want to leave.
Fuck this city, and fuck Eli Monti.
“You get these hard lines on your forehead when you’re mad at me, did you know?” He lightly flicks my forehead. I swat his hand away and flip him off.
“So why don’t we make a lasting memory? Join me for a job this evening.”
“I’m busy.” I go to push off him, but he holds me in place. He grabs my jaw, and his thumb strokes against it gently. And I know I’m royally fucked with Eli because I should not be attracted to the man currently holding me prisoner in his arms, let alone sitting on his very hard cock right now.
“What if I told you it involves guns?” he asks in a mischievous tone. I can feel the excitement light within me, but try my hardest to cover it.
“What job?” I ask nonchalantly. His rough thumb trails over my bottom lip, and I inhale a sharp breath.
“Just a boring debt collection.”
I roll my eyes. “How very mafia of you.”
“How very smartass of you. I’ll even reward you with a gift of your liking.”
I lean back skeptically. “What’s the catch?”
“You’re my fiancée; there is no catch.”
“The catch is being your fiancée,” I sass back.
The corner of his mouth tilts upward just a bit. “You can’t tell me you’re not the least bit curious about mafia things, Kitten.” He leans in and inhales my scent. “You reek of recklessness and poor choices.”
I can’t help but chuckle as I push against him. “Aww, my fiancé really sees me. Still sounds stupid if you ask me.”
“Yeah, well, I didn’t. You might want to put those tight leathers on again.” He slowly pushes me off and heads for the door, adjusting his cock on his way out, expecting me to follow him. I wring my hands in the air, wanting to throttle this asshole. Then the ring catches the light, and I’m reminded all over again of the horror show of being someone’s fiancée.
I stare at his broad back as he looks around the living room once again. I guess he’s used to people following him and still hasn’t realized I’m not the type.
CHAPTER 23
Jewel
Ifollowed, not because I wanted to but because my life literally hinges on it.
I need to learn more about Eli and his family if I intend to get myself out of this situation. That, and I figured it didn’t hurt to blow off some steam, assuming Eli wasn’t lying about there being some kind of gunplay. That usually brings my twitchy nerves to a standstill.
I also know tonight is when he usually conducts business at Lucy’s, which might give me time to slip into his mansion and see if I can find my guns. He’s hiding them somewhere, and that seems like a good place to start searching. Tonight would also usually be when he’d go and pay his fuck buddy a visit, who I can assume isn’t happy about the ring on my finger and the bold declaration he made last night.