Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 29650 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 148(@200wpm)___ 119(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29650 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 148(@200wpm)___ 119(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
“So we have a problem, amore.” I reach out and touch her long brown hair and then grip it hard, fisting her ponytail.
“I promise I won’t say anything,” she pleads. She’s going to say a lot. Mostly my fucking name, over and over.
“You have a little sister to protect, don’t you?” I ask, staring at those lips I want to taste again.
“Yes, how do you know?” she stammers, choking on my knowledge, and an added sense of fear spreads over her beautiful face.
“I know a lot. Now, what happens next is completely up to you.”
“What do you want?” I should be nicer, polite, sensitive, but seeing her with him all alone was just too much for me.
“It’s quite simple. You, naked and in my bed.”
“For how long?” She doesn’t act repulsed or immediately refuse, which surprises me, and that pleases me more than I can say. Hell, I guess it shouldn’t. She used me to get away from her ex-boyfriend.
“Well, I’ll let you up for food and air, but I’d say for eternity.”
“Why?”
“Because I need a wife, and you will do just fine.”
“I can’t marry you.” She shakes her head, and that pisses me off.
I grip her hair tight, tilting her head up, and bring her lips less than an inch from mine. “You can and you will, May Belle Beaman.” Sliding my nose down the side of her cheek to her throat, I don’t smell him on her, and that’s fucking good.
“You’re a criminal,” she says in a whimper, voice shaking as her pulse picks up. I forget my girl is on the good side of the law. It’s okay because I’ll fix that.
I nip her earlobe and then pull back to look into her green eyes. “I’m a mafia boss as well, amore, and you will be mine or there will be a price to pay.” I wrap one arm around her waist and lift her up over the counter and bring her to me. She squeals from the shock, but then releases a gasp as my mouth lands on hers. It’s rough and to the point, showing her that I’m in charge.
She tries to fight me off until I press on the small of her back, sending her tight pussy against my cock that’s ready to breed her on this filthy surface if she gives me any more trouble.
“You belong to me, amore.”
“I don’t know who you are.” There’s a sense of hurt in her voice at that revelation.
I brush a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “I’m Dario Conti and your future husband.”
She shakes her head softly. “I can’t marry you.”
“Fine. Then I’ll make your sister pay.”
“What? No, don’t do that, please. I’ll be your whore.”
“Whore? I said wife, amore. You’ll marry me and give me sons. Now come along. I need to get you out of that smock.” I wave my hand at that filthy piece of cloth that drives me insane.
“You can’t wait until we’re married before you fuck me?” she says with disgust. I can, because we will be married soon.
“Amore, getting that ugly dress off you has nothing to do with fucking that tight pussy. I hate that thing you’re wearing. Now, let’s go before I tear it off you.” She stays in her spot, so I yank her hand. “Don’t fight me, sweetheart. You don’t want a problem.”
“Yes, Mr. Conti.” She reminds me of her distaste for me in the way she says my name.
I repeat my name to her, letting her know my preference. “It’s Dario. I’m your husband.”
“You aren’t yet.” If she wants to play it that way, I’ll show her who’s the fucking boss.
“Leave us. Take that trash out of here,” I snarl without taking my eyes off my woman. They drag the shit stain out of the diner. They leave and I pin her to the counter, grab that dress, and give it one good tug at the buttoned collar, watching it tear down the middle.
“When I fucking give you orders, you take them.” I slide the dress off her shoulders and down her body. “That’s much better.”
“You’d let me walk outside like this? Are you planning to share me with your men too?” I spin her around, press my body firming against hers, and grip her by the throat. “If anyone puts their hands on you, I’ll slice them off. You think of fucking any of my men, and there will be hell to pay. Amore, you belong to me.” Sliding off my jacket, I wrap it around her body.
“Are you going to be a good girl?”
“Are you going to hurt me?”
“I’d never hurt you, amore. Now, I can’t say I won’t destroy the world around you to get what I want, but you? No, I could not harm you.” I run my tongue along her neck. Her pulse picks up and she whimpers lightly, but it’s enough for my ears to absorb.