Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 84756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 424(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 424(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
Grabbing her hand, I haul her out of her bedroom and head to my suite. I don’t stop until we’re standing in my walk-in closet.
Yanking a sweater from a hanger, I shove it over her head and bark, “Arms.”
She quickly puts on the sweater, and when it hangs to the middle of the thighs, I feel a little better.
Grabbing hold of her hips, I lift her from her feet and set her down on the display case in the middle of the closet. I brace my hands on either side of her, and leaning forward, I capture her stunned eyes.
“Never wear leggings outside of the bedroom,” I order.
She nods quickly.
“No cleavage in public.”
A frown starts to form on her forehead. “Do you want me to dress more conservatively?”
“No. I love the way you dress. Just don’t show what’s mine to other men, or there will be hell to pay.”
There’s a flicker of relief on her face. “Okay.”
I pull back, and when I see her in my sweater, one hell of a possessive feeling fills my chest.
“I like you in my clothes,” I mutter.
“I like it too.” She smiles at me as she slips off the display case. “It’s snuggly and warm.”
Gabriella’s wearing sneakers, and without the height of her high heels, she only reaches the middle of my chest.
An overwhelming protective feeling joins the possessiveness in my chest.
And then I fucking realize she’s only a few feet from my bed.
Besides Martha, who comes in to clean, no other woman has ever set foot in my suite.
Fuck.
My eyes flick from Gabriella to the bed, then back to her.
Before I decide to fuck my fiancée, I take her hand and almost drag her out of the room in my hurry to put a safe distance between us and the bed.
Only halfway down the stairs do I remember Gabriella’s half my size, and I slow my pace.
Walking out the front door, I head to the outer building near the lining of trees where my armory and shooting range are based.
When I key in the code, and the door clicks open, I step inside and switch on the lights.
I hear Gabriella gasp. “Wow. That’s a lot of weapons.”
I glance over the guns and pick one for Gabriella.
“This is a SIG P365. It has a twelve-round capacity.” I check the magazine, then hold the weapon out to her.
She takes it, her fingers wrapping carefully around the handle.
“How does it feel?” I ask.
“It’s not as heavy as I expected,” she admits.
“Good.”
I walk to the back, where the shooting range is, and removing my Glock from behind my back, I say, “Watch what I do.”
“Okay.”
Gabriella’s eyes are glued to me as I fire five rounds at the target, hitting the head and chest area.
When I look at her, I notice her cheeks are flushed.
Tilting my head, I ask, “You like watching me shoot a gun?”
“Ahh…” She maintains eye contact with me as she admits, “Yes.”
“Come closer, principessa,” I order.
When she’s within reaching distance, I pull her to stand in front of me so she’s facing the target.
Leaning down, I say, “Position your arms the same way I did.”
She brings them up, pointing the barrel of the gun at the target.
“Pull the trigger.”
She fires a shot, and it slams into the wall a good foot away from the target.
She glances up at me from over her shoulder. “Sorry.”
I shake my head. “This is why we’re here. So you can learn to shoot.”
I tuck my Glock back into the waistband of my chinos, and wrapping my arms around Gabriella, I nudge her arms up.
I line up the shot, then order, “Pull the trigger.”
She fires a round, and it hits the side of the target.
I adjust her arms. “Shoot.”
This time, she hits the heart, and the corner of my mouth lifts. “Again.”
Bang.
“Again.”
Bang.
“Again.”
Bang.
I lower my arms, and not even thinking, I pat her on the ass. “Good.”
I fist my hands, so I don’t reach for her because I want to feel every inch of her body.
My voice is hoarse as I order, “Keep shooting until the magazine is empty.”
I load magazine after magazine into the gun and watch as Gabriella gets better with every shot she fires.
As she pulls the trigger again, my eyes land on the engagement ring, and I notice it’s a little too big for her.
I’ll have to get it resized.
I don’t like the idea of removing the ring from her finger one bit.
“What’s wrong?” Gabriella asks.
“The ring is too big,” I mutter.
“I’m picking up weight. It should fit better soon.”
My eyes drift over her body, and I like the sound of her being curvier. Not that there’s anything wrong with her body, I just won’t have to be so fucking careful not to hurt her.
A weird expression flashes over her face. “Unless you’re against me picking up weight.”