Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 34419 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 172(@200wpm)___ 138(@250wpm)___ 115(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34419 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 172(@200wpm)___ 138(@250wpm)___ 115(@300wpm)
"I just don't want you to, um, bother with unimportant stuff—-"
"On the contrary—-cleaning you up is one of my most important responsibilities as your owner.
But if it means to you that much—-" He looks at me gravely, and I know right away whatever he has to say is guaranteed to either kill me—-
"You have my permission to suck my cock clean the next time."
—-or embarrass and piss me off all at the same time, and yeeeaaargh, I'm totally right, and that's why I'm still red-faced and choking as Cesare guides my hands to the hem of my dress and orders me to hold it up.
"Now be a good girl and sit still while I clean you up."
His every stroke is gentle and thorough. He's treating me as a doctor would, really; it's just totally my bad that his touch makes me feel anything but a patient, and it's getting harder and harder not to squirm or make the slightest sound as he takes his sweet, sweeeeet damn time—-
"You're starting to get wet again—-"
Aaaargh.
Cesare only chuckles as I shove him away, and he rises gracefully to his towering height while I jump out of the chair like a toddler who's just starting to learn how to walk.
"Mm..." Cesare manages to run his knuckles down my cheek before I'm able to slap his hand away. "Your face feels very hot, tesoro."
"Because I'm...I'm mad, not embarrassed!" It's a lie, of course, but I just want to save some face for once. "So don't you flatter yourself—-" I break off with a squeak of surprise when he suddenly scoops me off my feet and carries me out of the room.
"Let me down!"
"Relax," he says soothingly. "I'm only taking you to your room."
"I said let me go!"
I continue to struggle even as we make it to the stairs, but I'm unfortunately no Allah to make mountains move.
"I am only doing this to make it up to you, my Penelope. It was not my intention to make you mad." His tone is soft and cajoling, and every word he utters weakens my defenses.
Oh no.
Here we go again—-
"Mi può perdonare, tesoro? Will you forgive me?"
My mind wants to continue resisting him, but the rest of me has already given up. My senses are once again tingling at the lovely and now-familiar scent of his aftershave, and instead of beating his chest and doing my best to wriggle out of his hold, my arms have tightened around his neck while my breasts start to swell and ache.
Oh boy.
Maybe it's time to just throw in the towel and admit the painful truth: I'm putty in this man's hands, and as if I didn't have enough proof of that as it is—-
Ugh.
We've finally reached the second floor, and I actually feel abandoned instead of liberated when Cesare gently lowers me to my feet at the end of the hallway.
"Your room, tesoro..."
He opens the door for me, but before I can take a look at it, he's pushed me up against the wall, and a shudder rocks my body as it comes into contact with the erotic hardness of his length.
Magnetic dark eyes glitter down at me, and the urge to pull his head down for another kiss is so, so tempting...I end up curling my fingers tightly into fists against my sides.
"You haven't given me an answer yet," he chides softly.
"You're forgiven," I say hastily, "so can you please let me—-"
"One last question."
I look at him warily. "What?"
"Will you dream of me tonight?"
Yes. For sure. Duh.
But since I do have some pride left, I lift my chin up and lie without a single ounce of hesitation. "Nope."
"Then you lied about forgiving me. Does that mean you are still mad?"
"What if I say I am?"
A cocky smirk flirts with his lips ever so briefly, but the ephemeral sight is still enough to make my womanly parts throb achingly to life.
You're so freaking hopeless, dude.
"What if I say I won't do it again—-" He gently traces my lips as he speaks, and it's pure torture not to open my mouth so I can start sucking on his finger.
"Now that I know how truly furious it makes you—-" His fingers trail down the side of my neck, and I can barely hear his words over the thunderous pounding of my heartbeat.
"When I accidentally turn you on with how hot I am?"
He begins tweaking my nipple as his seductive voice weaves around me like a web, and I have trouble concentrating on his words.
What did he say again?
Cesare pinches my nipple hard, and a moan spirals out of my throat...just as the mortifying reality of what he's said finally sinks in.
Aaaargh!
I really do try kneeing him in the groin this time, but his reflexes are criminally quicker than mine as always, and a dark, infuriating chuckle only slips past his lips as he catches my wrists and pin them over my head.