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)
"Cesare..."
I whimper his name without thinking as my hips start moving on its own, and I find myself riding his hand harder and faster like it's a five-fingered beast meant to sweep me off to paradise.
Every stroke of his finger on my clit makes me feel more delirious; I want and need more. I want both of us out of our minds with lust, and before I even know what I'm doing, I'm also reaching down between our bodies—-
"Fuck."
Cesare groans the word out the moment my fingers wrap around the huge girth of his boner. He's so, so much thicker than I imagined, and my pussy quivers even harder when I hear him groan anew as I start stroking his length.
The movement of my fingers soon matches his, and sex flavors the air as I feel my own clit start to tighten, and his own cock twitches even more violently in my fold.
I start to pant, and so does he, and the sound is just so maddeningly erotic—-
Aaaaah.
I wish I could make it last longer, but it's impossible. Pleasure bursts out of me the moment he pinches my clit, and Cesare growls my name out as my fingers squeeze his cock hard.
We cum at the same time, my creamy release coating his fingers as they slide down against my folds, and his own cum dripping all over my hand as his cock pulsates endlessly in my grip.
A faint cry tumbles past my lips as he suddenly pushes me up against the wall, and the next thing I know his other free hand is grabbing a fistful of my hair. He angles my face up, and my toes curl hard against the cold, wet tiles as his mouth hungrily ravages mine in a kiss so, so deep it ends up branding me all the way to my soul.
I own you, this kiss of his says.
And as I suck eagerly on his own tongue, and I hear him groan just as his big, strong body jerks against mine, this kiss just as clearly says—-I own him, too.
Chapter Eight
Penelope
CESARE CAN'T SEEM TO keep his hands to himself as he towels me dry after our shower. His fingers casually tease my nipples as he hooks my bra close at the back, and he accidentally makes my pussy quiver as he checks the seamless fit of my panties.
He asks me to choose something sleeveless for some reason, so I opt for a little black dress that makes me feel rather elegant. I want to ask him if I'm overdressed, but as soon as I come down, Cesare informs me that La Strega is waiting for us at her private study.
"Sit down, please."
While the older woman no longer terrifies me the way she had yesterday, I still find her vastly intimidating, and I end up answering her like a newly recruited soldier being interrogated by his commander.
"I hope you slept well, bambina?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"And you seem to be getting along with my grandson, sì?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Do you have any complaints? Any worries?"
"No, ma'am."
"You weren't this nervous with me the first time."
That's because yesterday, I was mostly in shock, but now that the truth of her identity has truly sunk in, and I find myself recalling of all the other gory stories I've heard of how La Strega has tortured those stupid enough to piss her off—-
"I'm sorry, ma'am."
The older woman glances at Cesare, asking, "Is she also like this with you?"
"Not at all," her grandson drawls. "But maybe that's also because most of the time we're busy turning each other on—-"
"Cesare!"
His grandmother and I end up saying his name at the same time, with La Strega sounding outraged while mine comes out in a dismayed squeak.
Cesare only smirks. "You can't say it didn't work."
La Strega and I look at each other...and we end up grimacing at the same time.
Grrr.
Both of us find it rather galling to realize that Cesare's absolutely right, and although our conversation takes a serious turn after that, it's indeed true that I no longer feel nervous or intimidated in La Strega's presence.
"The whole of New England has not been involved in the drug trade ever since I took the reins of our famiglia. It was about a year ago, however, that we started to hear rumors about someone from the Sorrentos wanting to change this. That's when I knew I had to do everything to find you—-"
"Because you believe be able to put a stop to it," I say quietly, "through my marriage to Cesare."
"Oh no, bambina. I don't just believe this. I know it will be so, and I mean it to be so. Our famiglia is ready to go to war with whoever opposes us on this, but let us hope it will not come to that, sì? In the meantime..." La Strega reaches over the desk to gently squeeze my hand, saying, "I know you are looking forward to meeting your grandmother, but for now it is best to keep your existence a secret, just to keep anyone from...meddling. Va bene?"