Total pages in book: 19
Estimated words: 17444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 87(@200wpm)___ 70(@250wpm)___ 58(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 17444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 87(@200wpm)___ 70(@250wpm)___ 58(@300wpm)
As soon as I am inside, I feel adrenaline roll through me. Fuck yes. This is what I needed. Ticiano or no Ticiano, I needed this. Arms in the arm, clutch firmly in my hand, I move right to the dance floor. Sam Smith’s new jam Unholy is playing and nothing in me right now feels biblical. I swear if I didn’t know any better I'd swear someone was watching me. Not like the people here. No, I feel like someone is behind the cameras watching my every move. Letting my imagination run away with me, I picture it is him, eyes trained my hips as I swivel my hips and let my dress lift up a little further. I hold my head back and move slowly, letting the words flow over me.
I am lost in my head, feeling the rhythm and forgetting everything over the last few hours. Right as Vegas by Doja Cat comes on, I feel a real set of arms encircle my waist. Pissed that someone is interrupting my daze, I turn to see a moron grinning like he just gave me the secret to ecstasy. I stop moving to curse him the fuck out, but then like I conjured him, the very man is behind the douchebag, gripping his shoulder.
“Move now while you can,” he growls loud enough for me to hear him over the music. My pussy begins to pulse Intune with the music, looking at his sultry eyes, glance at me up and down, nostrils flaring, before turning back to the little boy. “Run.”
Oh shit. I want to do anything but.
SIX
TICIANO
Seeing her in my club does things to me. When that dead motherfucker touched her, I lost it. The song is still bumping, so I pull her into my arms and dance with her. She doesn’t move for a second or two, but then she’s grinding on me. Dry humping might be more accurate, but I don’t care. I fucking want this girl. The song ends and another starts up, suddenly the lights come up and the music cuts out. It’s last call. I don’t know how I lost track of time, but the night is over.
“Do you want to get out of here?” I ask, pulling back from her to stare at her face. She’s flushed and little sweaty, but she looks amazing.
“No,” she says, making like she’s walking away from me. I laugh, grab her hand, and pull her back to me.
“You don’t want to go back to my place and let me worship you?” I ask again.
“Well, when you put it like that, how can I possibly refuse?”
“Are you drunk?” I ask, needing that extra bit of consent.
“No, are you?” she asks, sassily. Then she bits her bottom lip and I’m done. I lower my head down to hers and kiss her. When she kisses me back, it’s on. My hands dig into her hair, and her hands grab onto my waist.
When she ends the kiss, I reel. Grabbing her hand, I drag her out of the club and right out into my waiting car. I break every traffic law as I speed toward my place. A high-rise condo downtown. In the elevator, I can’t keep my hands off of her as we ride it up to the top floor.
I fumble with my keys as she bites on my earlobe. Fuck. Why does that feel so good?
Inside, it’s on. She’s pressed against the locked door so fucking fast. “You are so fucking beautiful,” I growl, running my fingers down both of her cheeks. Grabbing her neck, I pull her closer to me. My hard cock digs into her belly. There's no way she doesn't feel it.
“Ano?” she breathes. Huh, Ano and Ana, I don’t hate the sound of that.
“Ana?” I whisper intensely, our foreheads touching. We stare at each other for mere seconds before I spur into action. I want this girl more than I want my next fucking breath. If I don't have her, I have no doubt that my heart will stop beating.
With my hand still on her neck, I kiss her again. It’s more intense than any other we’ve shared so far. Reaching behind her, I pull her the zipper of her dress down, letting it pool at her feet. Her gorgeous tits are free, and I can't help reaching out and touching them. Hefting them in my hands as I tease her nipples. I lower my head down and suck her nipple into my mouth. I torture the tip until it's a tight peak before moving over to the other one and giving it the same care.
“Oh, God,” she moans, her hands in my hair. Fisting it. Fuck it. I have to taste her. I drop to my knees in front of her. Slowly, I drag her little black thong down her legs. She steps out of her heels and the panties, leaving her blessedly naked.