Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 34891 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 174(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34891 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 174(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
He stands with me in his arms without even an ounce of struggle.
He kisses my neck, causing a flurry of new sensations to race through me. I’ve dreamed of this, wanted this in the private recesses of my mind. Alessio has been invading my thoughts since we met, and every touch of his tongue, lips, and hands elevates me to a level of pleasure only he can give me.
We end up in bed where he worships me and then we lay there completely spent, my virginity a memory. Still, I don’t regret it in any way. Alessio has my heart and body, and there’s no going back. Even though my eyes are closed, I can feel his eyes on me, staring deep into my soul.
“Is there something you need?” I ask, keeping my eyes shut while trying to shake the emotional pull that he’s got on me. I’m so overwhelmed by the passion we shared. Is this normal? I’m sure that it’s the way most girls must feel. Perhaps I’ll get over it. Maybe I can sneak out of bed and go back to the apartment before he kicks me out. God, what if this is a thing for him?
Chapter Thirteen
Alessio
She looks scared, ready to run all of a sudden, as if something’s changed. I can’t believe that bullshit because there is no way in hell that I’ll let her get away. She’ll learn quickly that there’s no turning back. We’re one. She and I are meant to be together forever, and hell if I’ll let her change her mind.
I’m on her in a second. Her arms are pinned over her head, fingers laced with mine. “Look at me, June.” She opens her eyes, and I see the slightest hint of tears. “Did I hurt you? Do you regret this?”
“I should probably go.” She turns her head, trying to avoid looking at me, but I can’t take that from her. So I move her hands into one of mine and grip her chin.
“Not going to happen. I’m not letting you run away from us no matter what you got running in your head. There’s no fucking going back because it was a done deal the second you planted those soft lips on mine.” She can’t deny her feelings for me. I know this isn’t one-sided, and she sure as fuck wasn’t submitting to me because she was forced. Longing drove her to give her body and innocence to me.
“You demanded I kiss you,” she challenges, lifting her chin.
“You reciprocated, baby.” I dip my head and slam my mouth down on hers, and she immediately throws herself into the kiss, giving as good as she’s getting. Her legs slide up and down mine, turning this into more than it should, but I stop it before I lose control and drill her for a second time.
“See, baby girl, you and I are a done deal.”
“Done deal? What if you change your mind?” Is that what this is about? She’s afraid of my feelings more than her own.
I release my hold on her hands so that I can run one down her body, and the other I use to brush a strand of hair out of her face. Staring seriously into her eyes, I say, “There’s no changing my mind. Your ass isn’t going anywhere, even if it means tying you to the bed and fucking your pretty brains out and bringing you food to hand feed you.”
“That doesn’t sound so bad.” Her voice quivers as I rub her leg, sliding my hand up her inner thigh.
“Good. Now, tell me. Did I hurt you?” I ask, cupping her sex.
“In a good way.”
I back off and sit up, feeling the weight of the situation. “It’s never a good thing that you’re hurting.”
“No? Not even when you were destroying my pussy?” she adds with a bit of mirth, and I can’t deny a sense of pride. She’s got me there. Tearing apart her innocence and taking her virginity is something I’ll always be grateful for, but I should have been gentler.
“Okay, I suppose that’s an exception.” Lowering my head, I kiss the soft smile on her lips, stealing the gasp that escapes her mouth. When I pull away, she pouts, turning me on further. My dick is almost ready to plunge into her wetness again, but June’s little hole needs rest and a nice soak. Besides, I plan to keep her here for the rest of our lives, so there’s no need to get her sick of me already.
I have to feed her and seduce her before she realizes I’m not fucking kidding about keeping her here tied to the bed if she wants to leave. The idea of her going back to the apartment isn’t even a fathomable concept.
Sure, I want her to see her sister and roommate, but in due time—once she’s married to me and mine forever when I know they can’t convince her to run from me. Any female friend in their right mind would tell her to run when a man like me wants you to the point of madness. I know it’s wrong, but fuck if I care. I’m obsessed with June, and Dario’s just going to have to find a new maid.