Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 101247 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 506(@200wpm)___ 405(@250wpm)___ 337(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101247 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 506(@200wpm)___ 405(@250wpm)___ 337(@300wpm)
Fresh heartbreak numbs my system, and suddenly, I wish I had never come here. Nonna Isadora is wrong. It’s too late.
He looks at me like I’m a beggar sitting on the sidewalk. A pitiful creature that needs his charity. I turn away, unable to bear his indifference any longer, and race for the door, but my foot catches on one of the legs of the office chair, and I lose my balance.
Great! Just great! My humiliation will be complete when I end up face down on his floor. I brace myself for the impact, but I never reach the floor. Strong, hard arms seize me and raise me up. Away from hurt.
My eyes fly open, connecting with Valentino’s. At this moment, the cold is gone, replaced by a concern so intense it heats my skin. Relief makes me relax in his arms. I am also strengthened by the change in his expression.
“Valentino…”
Chapter Fifty-Three
FRANCESCA
As if realizing that his expression is unguarded, he immediately wipes it from his face. He stands me upright and pulls away so quickly it is as if I have burned him. But I hold on to him and try to drag him back to me.
“Francesca, don’t—” His voice is harsh.
Once I told him I didn’t want him and he showed me that I was lying. Now it is his turn. He says he doesn’t want me, but he is lying. I’ll show him. I stand on the tip of my toes and claim his lips. He freezes in shock, and I pull slightly away, my eyes roaming his face.
“Why do you insist on punishing us?” I whisper. “We’re happier together.”
“I don’t want you,” he grates.
I press another kiss to his lips, and his hand grabs my waist, but he does not push me away.
“Tell me you don’t want me, and I’ll go,” I challenge softly.
I grab his belt and start to unbuckle it.
“Stop it,” he says hoarsely but does nothing to stop me. He could have stopped me if he wanted to.
“I’ll stop,” I say, “when you tell me you don’t want me anymore.”
I fling his belt away and unzip his fly before pulling down his pants and briefs. His hard dick springs free. I wrap my fingers around it, and his breathing changes.
“Don’t worry,” I whisper, taking his arm and leading him back to his chair. “I’ll stop when you tell me you don’t want me anymore.”
I push him into the chair and kneel between his legs. His eyes are hot with desire, even though his mouth is set in a stubborn line. Oh, Valentino. The most stubborn Barone great-grandson.
“Francesca,” he groans as I run my hand along his thick length. “I need you to get away from me now before I call Vance to escort you out.”
Instead of responding, I take him in my mouth, swirling my tongue around his smooth head and swallowing him deeper down my throat. He lets out a feral growl, his hands gripping the armrests until his knuckles turn white.
“Fuck,” he snarls. “Fuck, Francesca.”
Desire races through my blood. What a strange thing, but I might actually get more pleasure from sucking him than he does receiving it. But then I realize, no. What he feels is indescribable.
I watch in amazement at the way he slowly pushes himself into my mouth, his eyes tightly shut and his mouth slightly open with pleasure. I wait until his legs start to vibrate with his intense arousal before pulling away from him, wiping my mouth clean, and rising to my feet.
His eyes fly open, narrowing dangerously at me. “What is this?”
“I don’t want to do anything you don’t want. You told me to stop.”
He growls low in his throat before rushing to his feet and grabbing my arm, pressing me against the table. “Did you stop when I ordered you to?” Roughly, he pushes my dress up my legs before pushing me face down on his desk. “You can’t run away now. I’m going to fuck you until you’re crazy for me.”
I’m already crazy for him. Can’t he see that?
In one move, he rips my panties and plunges deep inside me. I scream, not caring that Vance can hear since he’s outside the door.
“You’re so wet for me, Francesca,” he says in an amazed whisper.
It’s true. I’m so wet; Valentino slides in and out easily, his girth ramming into me until I’m dripping onto his desk.
He wraps his arms around me and I arch my body into his. “Ah. Fuck, I missed this. God, I missed this,” he mutters desperately.
“Does this feel good?” he asks, thrusting nonstop. “Answer me.”
“Yes,” I moan. “Yes.”
He reaches between our bodies to touch my clit and just like that the orgasm takes me. It’s too powerless to stop. Barely a second later, Valentino groans, thrusting one last time before he shatters into a thousand pieces of pleasure. We cling onto each other, our breaths coming in gasps.