Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 73506 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 368(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73506 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 368(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
Ricco steps in.
I stare, unsure of what to say.
"I have to go to Italy."
I swallow, hard, and nod. "Okay. Alright."
"I'm taking Marco. He'll stay with family. I have some business meetings that I have to attend. They’re urgent."
I nod again. "I’ll miss you."
And then he crosses the space between us and I’m in his arms. He lifts me and this time I don’t protest. Ever since I had Emmy, I've been self-conscious about my weight and Nick’s jerk comments didn’t help. Now, it feels strange to mute that part of myself, the critic in my head that wants to tell me I'm not good enough.
But when I'm with Ricco, I am beautiful. I am stunning. I am all woman.
His mouth is on mine, and our tongues tangle. His fingers are in my hair, where they fucking belong. His hands move down to my ass, and then he's backing me into the massage room. Our motions are frantic, his hands scrambling for my bra strap, mine going for his shirt, tugging it off. Something happened today. For both of us.
"I want to fuck you," he says in my ear. "I want to take you. Right here. Right here in your studio so every time you open it you remember. I don't want you to forget me when I'm gone."
"How could I forget you?" I say, my voice trembling with emotion. He kisses me again, then pulls his mouth away long enough to touch his forehead to mine. I don't know why he looks as if he's trying to compose himself, but there's definitely something else going on here.
"The Montavio family… we're cousins to the Rossis."
Cold shivers through me. The Rossis. Fuck. "The Rossis on the North Shore?"
He nods. "The very same."
Romeo Rossi is the most feared man in New England, and for good reason.
"I'm loyal to Romeo. My family pays allegiance to them, we're under the same umbrella."
I figured this would be the case, and yet somehow hearing him say it makes it seem so much more real.
"I do things that would put me in jail, Dani, and I don't fucking regret them. Do you understand that?"
I nod and lick my lips. "I do now."
"I haven't fucked you yet, not because I don't want to, but because I don't fuck casually, Daniella." His eyes burn into mine with a ferocity that takes my breath away. "Because once I do, I will own you. I don't do fucking casual."
"You don't do fucking casual, or you don't do casual fucking?” I ask him, which gets me a little turn of his lips before he shakes his head, spins me around, and bends me over my massage table. His hand cracks against my ass so hard it takes my breath away. I giggle, and squirm, because he turns me on so much.
"You're such a fresh girl," he says. "But a good girl, too. What’s a fresh, good girl like you deserve?"
I brace myself on the table and feel like a model. "Your cock, obviously."
The sound of his deep, manly chuckle makes my nipples harden. God, he's so fucking sexy.
"I'm on birth control," I tell him encouragingly.
"We're still using a condom. I want you to know you can trust me."
I close my eyes as the weight of everything that’s happened presses in on me. “I trust you, Ricco.”
I choke back emotions as he lifts me onto the table, positioning me on my knees, and tugs my jeans down. My body screams for more, my pussy aching to be filled by him. The crinkling of a condom wrapper being opened competes with the sound of our heavy breathing. The table shifts as he climbs up behind me, his hot hands all over me, his cock at my entrance.
I plant my hands on the table. At the first thrust of his cock inside me I moan and lean back into him, feeling like the sexiest woman alive. Every one of my nerves seems filled by him, as if my body was built to accommodate his. As if we were poured from the same mold, made for each other.
Pleasure shivers through me as he builds a rhythm with each perfect thrust. His hands tangle in my hair and I scream as he pulls, pleasure suffusing my limbs. “Oh, God,” I groan, my pussy clenching his cock. My breasts tingle and my pussy tightens, my pulse racing as I get closer to the edge of bliss.
“Come, Dani,” he growls in my ear as he bites the lobe. My pleasure peaks and crashes as he groans his own pleasure out loud.
I’ve never come like this before, on my knees with a cock in me. I brace myself as pleasure paralyzes me, every nerve frayed and wracked with euphoria.
Ricco slumps on the table and drags me, sweaty and messy, onto his chest. My eyes flutter closed at the feel of his lips on my forehead. I lace my fingers through his.