Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 72973 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72973 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Chapter 33
Eden
“So you basically fired me,” I say, lifting my eyebrow at Dario, where he’s standing in the doorway of his office.
“No. I got a replacement to work as a janitor at the ballet company because you need time to heal after the shit you went through.”
“I’ve been off for a week. The bruises have faded a lot,” I argue. “Besides, I work the night shift where no one actually sees me. I can go back to work.”
He walks closer to me, and taking a deep breath, he says, “I’m not referring to the bruises, Tesoro. You need to process everything that happened to you.”
“I’m much better.” Taking hold of his hand, I grip it between both of mine. “Shit happened, and I’m moving on. You should, too.”
His eyes narrow on my face. “We’re not talking about me.” His expression grows softer. “You killed a man and watched another woman die. You got drugged and beaten. You don’t have to be strong around me. I know it will take time.”
God, I love this man.
A smile forms around my lips. “Growing up in Brownsville, I’ve seen a lot of shit. You learn to accept what happened and go on with your life.” Not wanting him to think I’m heartless, I add, “A part of me will always feel sad for Milania, but the rest of the stuff that happened is old news.”
He stares at me for a moment, his eyes searching mine. “Okay.” He lets out a sigh, then spits out the truth, “I don’t want you to work as a janitor.”
Letting go of his hand, I cross my arms over my chest. I tilt my head, raising my right eyebrow. “So you are firing me.”
“No. Can’t you think of it as a promotion?”
“A promotion to what?”
“My personal assistant whose only job is to give me love twenty-four-seven.”
I let out a burst of laughter because, even though he’s so freaking sweet, he drives me crazy.
“I can’t be a stay-at-home wife. I need to keep busy.”
He wraps his arms around me. “I like the sound of stay-at-home wife.”
“No.”
His eyes drift over my face. “I don’t want you working nights. I want you next to me in bed where you belong.”
“Understanding where he’s coming from, I say, “Fine, but I still need to find a job for during the day.”
“Okay.”
“You’re not going to fight me on it?”
He shakes his head. “As long as you work regular hours, we’re good.”
I step closer to him. “You’re kind of bossy.” I press a kiss to his jaw and give him a seductive look. “I like it.”
“Hmm…”
Dario lifts me from my feet, and I wrap my legs around his waist. He carries me to the bedroom and kicks the door closed with his foot.
“Are you trying to distract me from going job hunting?” I ask, my voice filled with lust.
“Yes. I’m going to fuck all the restless energy out of you.”
“Are you going to fuck me into submission, Mr. La Rosa?” I tease before my teeth tug at his earlobe.
I’m shoved down on the bed, and like a man possessed, Dario practically rips my jeans and sweater off.
I don’t even have time to undo half the buttons on his shirt when he pushes my legs open and aligns his cock with my entrance.
Dario enters me so hard, my body curls forward, and my fingers grip his shirt as if my life depends on it.
“Jesus,” I gasp.
He pulls out, and when he slams into me again, a growl ripples from his chest.
Not having time to struggle with buttons, I rip his shirt open so my hands can feast on his chest.
Dario’s fingers wrap around my throat. He forces my head back, then his mouth claims mine in a kiss that makes my abdomen tighten and my pussy clench around his cock.
He keeps plunging into me, and needing somewhere to hold onto, I grab hold of his ass. It allows me to feel how his muscles tighten with every thrust, and my ovaries practically explode.
“Shit, Dario,” I whimper from how intense it feels. “Baby, I need–”
I’m shoved back against the bed, his grip around my throat tightening until he’s a second away from cutting off my air supply. His other hand grips my hip, and he hammers hard into me.
“Ah,” is the only sound I can make as he sets fire to my pussy with his cock.
My body keeps tensing more and more, pleasure threatening to overwhelm me at any moment. It keeps building and building and fucking building until I let out a desperate cry.
Dario’s thumb brushes lightly over my clit, and it’s all it takes to make me detonate like a bomb.
The orgasm is so intense I can’t breathe and lose complete control of my body as it convulses.
“That’s right, Tesoro. Come hard for me,” Dario growls as his pace turns from rough to short, quick thrusts.