Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 61692 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 247(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61692 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 247(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
When Giovanni takes her in, flitting his gaze between the two girls, he nods. “This is going to be fun,” he jokes. Before I have time to stop him, he’s already on his way to the two beauties with a confident stride. Shaking my head, I turn to the bar and settle in a stool. She’s busy with a customer, but as soon as she sets his glass on the counter, her gaze snaps to mine as if she felt my presence.
Time stops. The sounds around us fall silent as if we’re the only people in the dimly lit bar. The air is thick with unspoken desire, heavy with unbound lust, and swarming with unbidden need. “Raina.” My accent and the rasp in my tone send a sensual shiver over her and as she makes her way toward me.
When she smiles, I’m enamored. I’m smitten. I’m fucking feral. The beast within me rages for her. To consume her every thought, every emotion, and ultimately, every orgasm. Everything she feels will be mine and mine alone. No other man will compare. I won’t be her first, but I’ll make sure to be her last. The thought comes to be without question, and I wonder if this little blonde will be able to tame the darkness within me.
“It’s a little bit unfair, you know.” She lifts a crystal tumbler that sparkles like her eyes and turns to grab the whisky I ordered yesterday.
“What is so unfair, Raina?” I question as she sets my drink on the counter atop a black square coaster with an image of a pearl in the center.
“You know my name and I don’t know yours,” she quips, a playful lilt in her voice. Regarding her, I lift the Scotch to my lips and take a long sip before setting the glass down. Control is essential when scoping out a mark, as well as a woman I want. She needs to trust that I can restrain myself when needed, but also, she has to remember, the predator that lies just beneath the surface is one that is ready for the hunt.
“If I tell you my name, mio caro, that will be the end of the anonymity. And who doesn’t like a bit of mystery?” My question is light, tipping my head to the side. I meet her inquisitive gaze. She watches me intently, like she’s waiting for me to do something.
Settling back, I drag my gaze over her face, taking in every inch of her smooth skin, creamy, unmarked. Her makeup is minimal, but her lips shimmer beneath the lights when she moves. Her golden hair is loose and hangs in waves to the middle of her back.
Today, she’s wearing a shimmery silver tank top that looks like it’s a size too big. I’d like to see the curve of her tits, but I’m not that lucky.
“Mystery can be detrimental. Secrets are dangerous.” Her voice is just above a whisper.
“What if I told you I’m a dangerous man, Raina?” I breathe the end of her name, which earns me a beautiful blush on her cheeks.
“What if I told you I wasn’t scared?” she counters. The flirtatious smile she gives me has my cock responding. The way she lifts her chin makes her even more beautiful. The sass she offers is something I enjoy, the banter with a woman who’s not only beautiful, but intelligent enough to challenge me.
I’m alight with need. I’m hard with desire. I know without a doubt this woman will be in my bed, begging for me to take her, soon. I need to get my control back in this situation. She needs to learn where she belongs. On her knees serving me.
“Beautiful girls should be afraid. They should run in the opposite direction from men like me. I’m not a good person, Raina. Or would you prefer if I called you Rai?”
She shakes her head, scrunching her nose at the nickname. The action, though childish, only heightens my lust for her. I want to violate her innocence in so many delicious ways.
“I’m not like most girls.” She leans in, as if she’s about to tell me a secret. Her scent is soft, reminding me of fresh flowers, perhaps even candy. Sweet and intoxicating. A deadly combination. “My preferences may differ from girls you’ve been with, Mr.…” She smirks then. It’s a sinful smile on her rather innocent face.
“You’re quite the inquisitive little thing. Aren’t you?” I murmur, allowing my breath to fan over her face. Lifting the glass, I lean in, allowing the crystal to touch my lips. Her gaze drops to my mouth like I planned, as she watches me sip the harsh amber alcohol. I swallow, but her stare doesn’t waver. She’s fucking perfect. My tongue darts out, licking the remains of the expensive liquor from my lips, and I see her mimic the action. Good girl. So responsive. Flawless in every way.