Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 77233 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77233 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
He licked and sucked on my clit until I was moaning his name, riding his face, begging for more. He made me utterly shameless, and when the orgasm crashed over me, it was more intense than anything I’d ever experienced. My entire body shook, but he held me up, pushing me past pleasure and edging me with the hint of pain he knew I craved.
When he finally pulled away, I was gasping for breath, my mind spinning. He pushed to his feet and towered over me as he began casually unfastening his cufflinks, like he hadn’t just shattered me entirely.
“Go take out the tampon, Emilia.” He placed his cufflinks on the nightstand.
“But…” There would be blood everywhere… “You want to…?” God, could my face get any hotter? I fanned myself and his gaze lifted to me, a smile creeping over his lips.
“One.” His fingers moved to the buttons of his shirt, the material slowly parting. He was beautiful. Golden skin and ink and muscle. He was a weapon, honed to purpose, a savage hiding behind the civility of a suit.
“Two.”
I folded my arms over my chest and forced myself to look at his face. “What happens when you get to three?” I lifted a brow. If he was going to spank me, then he could go right ahead.
His teeth scraped his bottom lip on a grin as he shrugged out of his shirt. My attention fought between his mouth, which did such bad things, and his body that I wanted to lick every inch of.
“I’ll do much worse than spank you, princess.”
“Like what?”
He stepped closer and dropped his lips to my ear. “Three,” he whispered. “Guess you’ll find out. Now, be a good girl and take out the tampon before you make it worse on yourself.”
As though I were a puppet on his strings, I turned and went to the bathroom.
19
GIO
Emilia lingered in the bathroom doorway, her cheeks fuck-me red as her gaze trailed over my naked body.
My sweet wife. Her awkwardness delighted me, though I didn’t know if it was because I’d made her take out her tampon or that my dick was rock hard and pointing at her.
“Come here, piccola.”
She made her way toward me, her face growing redder with every step. I took in the perfection of her body, all tight curves and smooth golden skin, marred only by the scar on her leg. A fucked up part of me loved that I’d marked her while equally hating the blemish.
“Get on the bed.”
She did as she was told, lying on her back, chocolate hair spilling across the black satin sheets. An angel in the devil’s lair.
“Spread those fucking legs, princess. Let me see what’s mine.”
The pink that had begun to fade flared across her cheeks violently as she clamped her thighs together. “Gio, this is—”
“Now, Emilia.”
Still, her legs remained closed.
“If I have to count you down, your next punishment won’t be pleasant.” I lifted a brow. “Remember, bad girls don’t get to come.”
On a ragged breath, she tilted her head back and stared at the ceiling as her legs fell open.
“Good girl.”
I dropped my gaze to her perfect pussy, a smear of crimson decorating it. My dick instantly became painful. I’d fantasized about her blood on my dick ever since I took her virginity, right here on this very bed.
The memory ignited a feral kind of pride. She’d bled for me. No other man would ever have her, ever know the perfection of being buried inside her.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.” I kneeled between her thighs and took her left hand, kissing over her fingers, over the gold band I’d just placed there. “Mine in every way, Emilia Guerra. And I will never let you go.”
She was everything I’d never known I wanted. I couldn’t have prepared for her, couldn’t possibly have predicted what it would feel like to need someone so intensely. Not for anything, but just her existence. To fight and fuck and do it all over again the next day. That was what Emilia was—love and war. Constantly.
I slammed my lips over hers, kissing her like I could fucking devour her. I wanted to because nothing with her ever felt like enough. She kissed me back with lips and tongue and teeth, all punctuated by a desperate little whine in the back of her throat.
“It’s been too long since I’ve had you, Emilia.” My fingers trailed the inside of her thigh, over the lace garter that marked her as my bride, to the apex of her thighs.
Her breath hitched, fingers trailing my back.
“Since I felt the tight squeeze of this perfect pussy around my cock.” I slid my fingers inside her tight, wet heat, and she bucked against me, a moan echoing between us.
Her pussy clenched around me, and I loved how responsive she always was, as though she were hard-wired to react to my touch.