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)
“No, that’s not going to work. You need to stay put.” His tone isn’t playful. I’m not prepared for it, but I don’t let it show that my feelings are hurt by his dismissal.
Instead, my snarky personality that he has dealt with before is back in full force. “Why? What’s the big deal? It’s not like I work for you anyway. Just because we’re fucking doesn’t mean anything.”
Annoyance spreads from his grimace to his thick, well-maintained eyebrows. “Your apartment was ransacked.”
My hands shake, and I nearly tip over the coffee cup on the counter beside me. “What? When? Was May there? Is she safe? Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Your sister’s safe, and this is why I didn’t tell you,” he tells me like my panic isn’t a bit rational. Hell, my stuff has been fucked with. My things possibly taken, my sister probably harmed, and he knew about it.
“Is that why you’ve kept me here?”
“I kept you here because I want your ass naked and thoroughly fucked day in and day out. I want you carrying my baby so you can’t leave when you learn the full extent of the fucked-up shit I do for a living.”
“Do you hurt women and children?” I ask, knowing that he’s not like that. There’s just something about him, telling more than words can say.
“No.”
“Innocent people?”
“No.”
“Then I can look past the other shit, and that knowledge kind of scares me, but you make me feel something I can’t explain.” I press my hand on his chest and do my best to calm down. It’s too much: the hunger, the lust when he looks at me with such need, telling me how much he wants to breed me. There’s nothing hotter than hearing that.
“Well, sometimes there are things I can’t explain. Like when I need to leave to work and why I need your little ass to stay put.”
“What the hell am I supposed to do all day until you get back?” I press, irritation growing again. Am I growing too attached to this man? This is pathetic. Maybe I need a job, college, a hobby, or something to keep myself from thinking about him twenty-four hours a day.
“There’s a library, my office that you found so comfortable before. A gaming room if you really want to hang out in there. I’d say there’s a pool, but you don’t have a swimsuit.”
“I could go naked.”
“The fuck you can. Should any of the staff walking around the estate come this way and check up on my property, I’d kill them if they saw you unclothed.”
“Fine.”
“I’ll be back later. If I’m not back by this afternoon, I’ll call you.” He pulls me in for a kiss, which I don’t deny him because even though I’m annoyed, I need his kisses. With a push of his hand off the kitchen counter, he exits the room and then shortly leaves the house.
He leaves the house, but I’m not satisfied sitting here like a pampered princess, especially when I can’t seem to get a hold of my two favorite people besides Alessio.
I spend the next hour cleaning, but the house is pretty much spotless. So after I’m dressed, I quickly dart out of the house and down the road toward the estate. It doesn’t take long to get to the main gate. Seeing me, the guards easily let me in.
“Hello, Ms. Beaman.”
“Good morning, Nico, Adonis.” I wave them off and head toward the back entrance. I get into the house and I’m greeted by several staff members who are surprised to see me, but they don’t say anything.
“Have they replaced me already?” I question.
“Um…not quite. Excuse us. We have the day off.” I walk upstairs and then head into the living area to check out what needs to be done.
For the most part everything seems to be done, but then I go to the kitchen and hear a strange grunt, and immediately I’m curious since my man is supposed to be here. When I walk in, Dario’s leaning against the island and there’s someone in heels on her knees in front of him. His hand is in her hair and he’s growling. I can’t see her face, but there’s something familiar about her hair color. I’m frozen still to the spot, watching him as he tilts his head back, groaning and praising her. It’s too much when I hear him call her “amore” so I back up, hitting my arm on the kitchen door. Shooting his eyes open, Dario snaps off a command at me. Before I can move, I’m grabbed from behind and dragged out of the room.
I’m too shocked about what I saw to even react until I realize who has me around the waist.
Chapter Fifteen
Alessio
“Get the fuck out of here,” Dario snarls. He turns back to his woman and says, “Don’t stop sucking, amore mia.” They were on the other side of the massive kitchen island, but there was no denying what was going on.