Total pages in book: 161
Estimated words: 151410 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 757(@200wpm)___ 606(@250wpm)___ 505(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 151410 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 757(@200wpm)___ 606(@250wpm)___ 505(@300wpm)
Nevio’s erection pressed against his pants, and I couldn’t help but smile triumphantly around the handle. Nevio gripped my neck and leaned in, his lips brushing my ear. “That’s what you do to me, Rory,” he rasped.
He moved back and slowly pulled the knife handle out of my mouth, then he brought it to my pussy once more. He gently slid it all the way in, and I released a shaky breath because I couldn’t take any more, even if it felt good. He extracted it once more and regarded the leather once again covered in my release.
The bling of the elevator on our floor let my heart rate spike. “Carlotta!”
Nevio stepped back and lifted me off the counter, then he calmly returned the knife into the sheath.
I tried to smooth my clothes and find my shorts. The keys scratched the lock when I finally managed to pull them on. Nevio leaned against the counter and watched me, his pants still bulging.
“What are you going to tell Carlotta when she sees this?” He pointed at the small puddle of my release on the counter.
“Oh God.” I raced toward the cupboard with the cleaning supplies and grabbed a hygienic cleaner and emptied half of it on the counter, then started rubbing at it fervently with a rag I’d definitely throw away later.
“I’m back!” Carlotta called. She never did that, so maybe she suspected she might see something she didn’t want to see. My face burned with mortification.
I didn’t turn around when I saw Carlotta enter the room in my peripheral vision. I could only hope that Nevio’s erection wasn’t obvious anymore, or that Carlotta wouldn’t notice.
“Everything all right?” Carlotta asked suspiciously.
I cleared my throat. “Sure.” My voice was too high and scratchy.
“Splendid,” Nevio said calmly.
When I was happy about the state of the counter, I turned to Carlotta with a forced smile. “I spilled some—”
“Juice,” Nevio finished, and I could have killed him with that stupid knife of his. Though that would have probably been his dream.
Carlotta glanced between Nevio and me, her eyes lingering on Nevio’s bloody hand, and sighed. “I assume Battista is asleep?”
I nodded. “You’re back early.” I wasn’t even sure what time it was, but I definitely hadn’t expected her yet.
Carlotta pursed her lips. “It’s almost midnight. Dinner with Diego and Antonia usually isn’t an all-night thing. Next time, I’ll call. I think I’ll go to my room until you’re done with whatever it is you’re doing.”
“We’re done,” I said firmly. Carlotta was definitely offended, and I couldn’t blame her. First, I let a baby move in with us, and now Nevio was here all the time.
Nevio didn’t comment. He only gave me a look that made me feel hot all over.
“Nevio has to leave.”
I walked into the hallway, just wanting to get out of the kitchen. Could you smell sex in a room? Luckily, Carlotta was completely innocent, so I probably didn’t have to worry.
I was so going to hell. Nevio followed close behind me, and a shiver slithered down my spine. I wondered what was going on in Nevio’s head right now. I stopped at the door and opened it. Nevio stayed in the doorway as if he knew I would have closed the door right in front of his face if he’d stepped out into the hallway. Right at this moment, I just wanted him to leave. I didn’t want to own up to what we’d done. I needed more time to wrap my head around it.
I looked away from his penetrating gaze, but my eyes only caught on the knife in his leather holster. He rarely wore it this openly. Heat crawled up my neck, and my core tightened once more. I could almost still feel the silky leather inside me. I dropped my gaze, then frowned at the droplets of blood on the floor. My gaze followed its trail back to the kitchen. Nevio must have cut himself deeper than I’d thought.
I reached for his hand and turned it around. The cut in his palm was long but not overly deep, but it definitely needed stitches, especially since I knew he wouldn’t go easy on it. He’d probably already be cage fighting tomorrow afternoon. “That needs proper treatment.”
“It was worth it,” Nevio said in a low voice, leaning closer. Our eyes met, and I exhaled, feeling the pull it was almost impossible to resist. “And I would cut myself even deeper if it meant seeing you come on my knife again.”
I peered over my shoulder to make sure Carlotta wasn’t close by. “Do you want me to put a bandage on?”
“I think you need a bit of alone time, Rory. Don’t let your conscience ruin this.”
It wasn’t my conscience I was worried about but my heart. Nevio finally stepped back.
Nevio leaned close and kissed my cheek like a friend would, a show for the cameras in the hallway, because I could still smell myself on him. He turned and stalked away.