Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 35106 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35106 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
Stepping away from the door, he made his way back to his room. No one said a word about his naked state. Why would they? He was the boss, and he’d killed a man for less. Having Avery in his home was going to be really fucking interesting. The last woman he lived with was his mother until she died. He’d never had a female in his home unless she worked for him, and to him, workers were off-limits.
He went straight to his bathroom and took care of his aching member. Soon, Avery would be doing all the work, and she’d do it with a smile on her lips, crawling to him.
Chapter Three
The following day Avery woke to the bedroom door opening. An older woman with graying hair walked into the room. Avery got out of bed, wrapping the blanket around her body. She hadn’t left the bed since her orgasm.
Staring at the other woman, she wondered if there was any chance of finding an ally in her. One look was all it took to know that wouldn’t be the case. The woman didn’t look down at her. It was more like looking through her.
“Mr. Mazza has instructed me to bring you food and clothes.” She pointed to the cart. On top was breakfast food, and then she moved to the baskets. “Lingerie, jeans, skirts, and dresses. Good day.”
“Wait,” she said.
The older woman stopped and turned to her.
“Erm, what’s your name?” she asked.
“Why do you want to know?”
“I don’t want to be rude to you if you’re bringing me breakfast. I’m Avery Finch.”
“Miss Trench. Be careful, Avery.”
The door closed, and the lock flicked back into place before she could say anything else. Why wasn’t she having any luck this week? She had entered her father’s shop hopeful. He had so many customers, but he’d lost so many huge businesses and restaurants to cater to. It’s where he’d made a good portion of his money, and he’d failed them, so they had taken their business elsewhere.
She pushed thoughts of her father aside and walked up to the cart. Picking up the clothes, she decided on a pair of jeans and a shirt. They were all in her size. Another surprise. The last thing she wanted to do was to wear lingerie, but seeing as they were all the underwear they had to offer, she picked out a sexy, lacy red set that felt incredible against her body. Once she was done, she found a brush in one of the baskets and brushed her hair. Taking her breakfast, she sat on the floor with her back against the bed, eating the cereal. She crunched through the flakes, staring at her reflection in the mirror. Her mind kept going back to the night before and the way Gino touched her.
The promises he’d made and the way he described using her body.
Her cheeks flamed at the memory of the way he’d gripped her ass, spreading her cheeks. She hadn’t done any of the things he described, but that didn’t mean she didn’t want to. With the tip of the spoon at her lips, she thought about his cock.
She hadn’t even felt him inside her yet, but against her body, he’d been big. Huge. Was there a way to suck him off without gagging?
Why are you even thinking about this?
She pressed her legs together, feeling a pull of arousal at the thought of not fighting him. If he wanted a toy, she could gladly become the very toy he wanted. There was no need to fight. When it came to men, she was hopeless.
One single time with a guy was just pathetic. Unless they were a father or a customer, she couldn’t speak to men. Talking to them seemed … odd. She always closed up. Leaning her head back against the bed, she tried not to groan.
This new chapter in her life could be exactly what she needed.
Pointless, meaningless sex with one guy who could show her everything and not expect anything in return. Once he was bored or her father paid the debt, she’d be free with all the new knowledge.
She finished her breakfast, placing the bowl and spoon back on the table. Sipping at the coffee, she emptied the trolley of all the clothes, placing them in the closet. She made sure shirts went in one cubbyhole, jeans in another. There were no hangers, so she placed them as neatly as she could.
Someone entered her room just as she was folding the last dress, making sure all the corners were right with no creases.
Gino cleared his throat, and she turned to the closet door to see him leaning against it.
“You like your new clothes?” he asked.
“Yes, they’re lovely, thank you.” She forced a smile to her lips. While working on her wardrobe she had decided a few things. Fighting against what was happening to her was not an option. She’d given herself to Gino willingly. She didn’t want her father to suffer any more than he had, so there was no point in fighting it. This life wouldn’t involve pain. Gino hadn’t hurt her in anyway. On the contrary, he’d given her one of the best orgasms she’d ever received.