Total pages in book: 131
Estimated words: 126682 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 633(@200wpm)___ 507(@250wpm)___ 422(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 126682 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 633(@200wpm)___ 507(@250wpm)___ 422(@300wpm)
“You don’t understand, tesoro,” he says in that even, measured tone from before.
“No.” I clench my teeth. “I don’t.”
He’s done keeping his hands to himself. Risking it despite what he said earlier about not wanting to touch me, he locks his hand around my jaw, fingers spread out over one cheek and his thumb digging into the other. “I’d rather lose this club ten times over than risk losing you. I don’t give a fuck about After Dark or anything else for that matter if the price is you.”
The declaration is delivered with quiet but raw fury, the blow that he strikes not physical but emotional. Because I know how much After Dark means to him. He’s poured his heart and soul into this place. And I mean more to him.
Staring up at him, I say, “I think that may be the sweetest thing you’ve said to me.”
He lets me go as fast as he’s grabbed me, clenching his hands at his sides. “Promise me you’ll never go near that man again.”
I give a small shake of my head. “I can’t.”
“Anya,” he growls. “Promise me or I swear to God I’ll never be able to sleep again. I don’t want to lock you up, but make no mistake, I will if I have to.”
I put my hand back on his chest, right over the erratic beat of his heart. “I can’t promise that I’ll never be in Benson Bennett’s proximity because I can’t control everywhere he’ll be in the future, but I promise never to play Blackjack with him again.”
He stares at me with flaring nostrils, a man very much out of control.
Brushing my hand lower, I trace his hard, flat stomach. “Instead of being angry, why don’t we celebrate?”
He watches me with suspicion on top of all that anger, showing me how difficult it is to hold back in the way he locks every muscle in his body in place. He may not want to risk touching me, but I can touch him.
Holding his gaze, I cup the bulge in his jeans.
His timbre is rough. Gravelly. “What are you doing?”
I show him by sliding down his body. His eye flares when I go down on my knees and reach for the button of his waistband. He remains unmoving, his gaze trained on me as I pull down his zipper and free his cock. He’s large and warm in my hands, the velvety skin stretched taut over the steel-hard flesh beneath. Locking my fingers around his thick girth, I guide the crest to my mouth.
Saverio’s gaze darkens to a deep-sea blue when I stretch my lips around the crown and trace the slit with my tongue. A drop of precum coats my tastebuds. Humming my approval, I suck him deeper.
“Jesus,” he mutters, breaking his own promise for a second time to thread his fingers through my hair.
I flatten my tongue on the underside, stroking his length before I lick around the head.
He punches his hips forward, sliding through my lips. “Your mouth is so hot, that tongue so wicked.”
Already, he’s working with me, thrusting at the pace and depth I set. Cradling the heavy sac between his legs, I take him all the way to the back of my throat. His cock jerks and thickens in my mouth. When I pull back slightly to let air into my lungs, my eyes tear and saliva pools in my mouth. The sounds we make are dirty, but they make me hotter, turning the ache between my legs into a constant throbbing.
I close my free hand around the root of his cock to stroke him where my mouth doesn’t reach. He’s so big my fingers don’t meet. The burn in the corners of my mouth warns me that hair-thin tears are left in my skin, but I love this.
Another spurt of precum designed to lubricate my pussy is wasted on my mouth. I lap it up, loving the taste of him. Of my man. I take him deep again, swallowing everything I can. My throat is sore and raw already, but I can’t stop. Milking him with my lips and my hands, I work harder for my reward only to have it snatched away cruelly when he holds my head steady and rips his cock from my mouth.
“Not like this,” he groans. “I want to come in your pussy.”
He cups my upper arms and pulls me to my feet. His mouth is on mine before I have time to drag in a breath. Kissing me with a crazed man’s fervor, he walks me backward until my ass hits my desk. With a sweep of his arm, he clears one side, sending papers and stationery flying. He locks his hands around my waist and lifts me onto the desk. When my backside hits the desktop, he’s already working my thong down my legs. He frees the scrap of lace, pulling it over my heels, but leaves the shoes. He brings it to his nose and inhales deeply before pocketing my underwear.