Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 78076 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78076 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Fuck, that was good.
I rolled off and discarded the rubber before I rolled on another.
Laura’s tired eyes suddenly hardened when she saw I was ready to go again—already.
“It’s your turn, sweetheart.” I patted my thigh. “Show me what you can do.”
We lay there in silence for a long time.
Both of us needed a break.
I was a super soldier, but I was still human.
She lay beside me with the sheets kicked to the edge of the bed. Her beautiful body was on display, with a tiny little stomach and big tits. Her long legs were toned, like all that time spent walking in pumps had chiseled her already sexy body.
She must have noticed details of my body too, because she stared at me the entire time.
Now was my chance for pillow talk. “Going in tomorrow?”
“No way. One of the nice things about being your own boss.”
It was even nicer to be the boss of an empire. My phone was on silent, because I could do whatever the fuck I wanted.
“You don’t seem tired.”
“I work nights.”
Her hand slid across the sheets toward me until her fingertips rested against the scar on my stomach. “Were you shot?”
She knew her scars. “Yes.”
“Did you deserve it?”
The corner of my mouth rose in a smile. “Hundred percent.”
“Did you kill the man who did this to you?”
“No.” I wished I had a cigar right now. A drink on the nightstand too.
“Then he must be your friend.”
“I don’t have friends. But if I did…he would be one of them.”
Her fingers continued to caress my scar. “Are you ever going to wear the clothes I picked out for you?”
I gave a slight shrug.
“So the only reason you walked into my store was to fuck me?”
Not the only reason. “Why else would I let you insult me?”
“I didn’t insult you,” she said with a smile. “Just trying to give you some pointers.”
“You liked the way I looked, so maybe I don’t need any pointers.”
“Touché.” Her hand moved up to my hard chest, mapping out the details of my body.
“Have you lived in Paris all your life?”
“No.”
“I can tell by your accent.”
“Then why did you ask?”
The corner of my mouth rose in a smile again. “Where are you from?”
“Florence.”
“The birthplace of the Renaissance. You remind me of those paintings.”
“The ones where women are draped over couches with their tits hanging out?”
“Exactly.”
She released a little laugh, and the sound was nice. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”
“You should.” I stared at her beside me, loving those sexy hips. She had an hourglass figure. Unbelievable. I felt my dick start to harden after its reprieve. “Did your family move here with you?”
Without flinching whatsoever, she answered the question. “No.”
“So, your parents are still in Italy?”
“Not my mother.”
“Where is she?”
“Dead.” She said it without emotion, like she couldn’t care less. Or it was just a front to mask her unbearable pain.
“I’m sorry.” I’d never had parents, so I could never really understand the loss. “At least you have your father.”
“Ha.” She released a sarcastic laugh. “Not really.”
Now I was right where I wanted. “You don’t get along?”
“We don’t speak.”
“How long has that been going on?”
“Seven years.”
“I’m sorry.”
Her eyes were still hard, completely callous.
“May I ask why?”
Her eyes remained steady, like she’d zoned out during our conversation. “He’s an asshole. That’s why.”
I knew that was the end of the conversation, so I didn’t press it.
“What about you?”
After my interrogation, I was obligated to answer. “I was a surprise to my parents. I was more than they could handle, so they dropped me off in an orphanage. I was two years old, so I don’t remember them.”
She turned to look at me, her eyes sympathetic.
“I left the orphanage when I was sixteen. Got involved with the wrong crowd but made the right connections. Rose through the ranks, killed anyone who got in my way, and now I run the biggest drug empire in France.”
Her eyes remained steady.
“Guess we have something in common… My dad’s an asshole too.”
“Have you ever reconnected with them?”
“No,” I said with a slight laugh. “I tracked them down to kill them in their sleep. But then shit got in the way.”
“What kind of shit?”
“Kids.”
Her eyebrows furrowed.
“You heard me right, sweetheart. They had two kids after they left me in the orphanage. Never came back for me. Never had a second thought.” I said it all with a slight smile on my lips, finding the sad story a bit funny. “I didn’t want those kids to end up like me, so I left them in peace.”
She seemed stunned by that information because she just stared for a long time. “How old were they?”
“Early teens. This was almost ten years ago.”
She fell silent, like she didn’t know what to say.
“Does your dad seem like less of an asshole now?”
Her eyes found mine again, hardened by an impenetrable mask. “It’s not a competition.”