Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 73042 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73042 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Raven directs me to her home.
It’s a ranch house, smaller than her parents’, but about the same size as Falcon and Savannah’s.
Which is still pretty damn huge. These people have money that I can’t even conceive of. And growing up in a mob family, we always had a lot of money. But nothing like this.
Raven’s house stretches out across the landscape, clad in a beautiful mix of natural stone and dark wood with a gently sloped roof covered in slate tiles. The front entrance is framed by large floor-to-ceiling windows with black iron frames.
I pull into the driveway, but she doesn’t wait for me to help her out of her side of the door this time.
She gets out quickly, and I meet her on her side of the car. A wide covered porch wraps around the front and back of the mansion, and several wooden patio chairs and a suspended wooden bench furnish the area.
We walk briskly to her solid oak front door, which bears some impressive carvings of Texas bluebonnets. Raven keys in a code and opens it.
Her house is magnificent. The high ceilings of its foyer, adorned with rustic wooden beams, draw my eyes upward to a large wrought-iron chandelier. I don’t notice much more before I grab her and kiss her again.
And this time it’s a kiss of promise.
Not a promise for the future, of course, but a promise for the night to come.
Her words echo in my head.
I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me so hard that I don’t know where I am. Even who I am.
That’s what I want too.
I want to forget who I am. I want to forget that I’m Vincent Gallo, Junior, heir to the Bianchi crime family.
I want to forget what’s in front of me, what I’ll be forced to do.
Who I’ll be forced to kill.
I break the kiss, and rasp out, “Bedroom?”
She takes my hand, leads me through the foyer and down a hallway to the end where she opens the door to a huge master suite.
The room is bathed in moonlight from the large windows, the silver rays casting a mystical glow over every surface. Some would call it romantic. The scent of her perfume fills the room, intoxicating and enticing. Her king-sized canopy bed is neatly made, but by the end of the night, I know it won’t be.
Raven pulls me toward her, her lips finding mine in another searing kiss. She tastes of temptation, sweet and all-consuming. I explore her body, tracing the curves that have been teasing my imagination.
Our movements are urgent as if we’re racing against time—which we are, in ways she doesn’t know. We’re fused together at our mouths, both moaning and groaning. Though we’re still fully clothed, I can feel her heart stampeding against her chest like a wild horse. Every gasp she lets out fuels my desire even more.
She clings to the lapels of my jacket and pushes it over my shoulders. Her every touch is like an electrical current that ignites me from within. I deepen the kiss—a desperate kiss that echoes the turmoil of emotions rioting inside me.
Her moans are like sweet music to my ears, spurring me on. With each gasp and shiver that courses through her body against mine, my last vestiges of control slip away. A beautiful surrender it is—her to me, me to her—giving in to the unspoken promise of pleasure that this night holds.
She digs her nails into my back, pulling me closer and closer until there’s no space left between us. We’re entwined with each other in such a way that it’s hard to tell where one person ends and the other begins.
“Vinnie,” she whispers between gasps, breaking the kiss. The way she says my name sends shivers running down my spine. She’s summoning me, drawing me in deeper, urging me to lose myself completely.
“Yes,” I breathe into her ear, unable to form any coherent words beyond that. And why should I? Words have no place here. Actions speak louder than any phrase ever could.
I gaze into her eyes and I see more than lust.
I can’t look away, even though I know I should. I see a promise of something more, maybe even something akin to love. But it scares me more than anything else. Love is dangerous, lethal in its own way. Love brings vulnerability, and vulnerability is not something I can afford right now.
So I won’t fall in love with this woman.
I can’t.
I shouldn’t even be doing what we’re doing.
But it’s too late for me to stop now. I can’t stop. I don’t want to.
She asked me to take her. To use her up. That I can do. Guilt will creep in tomorrow, but I’ll deal with it then.
She’s wearing a simple T-shirt and baggy blue jeans. Nothing fancy, but on her they’re sexier than the skimpiest lingerie.