Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 77824 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77824 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
Skylar covers her face with her hands as a sob escapes her.
With all the raw pain out on the table between us, I stare at her as she cries for my brother.
Giulio would’ve loved her.
He would’ve comforted her and said something funny to make her laugh.
Climbing to my feet, I move around the table. I take hold of Skylar’s arm, and pulling her up, I wrap her in a tight embrace against my chest.
“I’m s-so sorry, Renzo,” she cries.
Yeah, so am I, my little mouse.
So am I.
Chapter 29
Skylar
Renzo’s not supposed to be the one comforting me. It should be the other way around.
I wrap my arms tightly around his waist, wishing I could take away his pain.
His grief is something I’ve never considered, but after seeing how much losing Giulio’s hurt him, I can’t ignore it.
Renzo’s human, after all. He’s capable of loving someone so much that losing them turns him into a monster.
For the first time since he kidnapped me, I put myself in his shoes. If someone had killed Mom or Dad to steal one of their kidneys so a stranger could live, I’d be angry.
I’d be inconsolable.
Pulling my arms back, I move them up, and wrapping them around Renzo’s neck, I hold him to me as I admit, “I wish I could take away your pain.”
When he turns his head, and his lips brush over my jaw, I don’t pull away. Not because I’m playing some game, but because I really want to comfort him.
Right now, he’s not my kidnapper, and I’m not his captive.
He pulls slightly back, and his eyes lock with mine. There’s no brutality or anger. All I see is a man who’s in indescribable pain.
Bringing my hands to the sides of his jaw, I push myself up on my toes and press my mouth to his. My lips taste his, and when my tongue brushes over his bottom lip, his arms tighten around me and he takes over.
Just like yesterday, the kiss goes from zero to a hundred real fast, and Renzo all but devours me.
His kiss is forceful and hungry, his lips and teeth branding mine.
When a moan drifts from me, Renzo suddenly breaks the kiss. I’m lifted from my feet and sat down on the nearest empty table. He shoves my legs open, and moving between them, his palms grip the sides of my face before his mouth comes down on mine again.
The man kisses me like the devil attempting to possess my soul. I can’t hold back or stop myself from being swept up by him.
His hands move down my body, and I lose his mouth as he breaks away so he can pepper kisses down the side of my neck.
Damn, it feels good.
It’s been so long since I’ve had a man kiss me. His mouth feels heavenly on my skin.
He keeps moving down, and when his teeth tug at my hard nipple beneath the fabric of my bra and dress, I let out a needy moan.
Renzo pulls away again, and I watch as he grabs a chair, the legs scraping on the floor, before he positions it in front of me.
He sits down on the chair, and when his hands settle on my knees, pushing them wider apart, I have a fleeting thought that I should put a stop to this.
His eyes burn on my face as he pushes my dress up, then he takes hold of my panties and tugs them down my legs.
“Hold onto the table, mia topolina,” he warns before he moves forward, and his face disappears between my thighs.
Oh God.
He spreads me with two fingers, and when his tongue swipes over my clit, I lie back while grabbing the sides of the table.
He begins to feast on me as if I’m all that stands between him and starvation.
Oh. My. God.
My hips swivel, and it has Renzo sucking my clit into oblivion, making an orgasm hit me out of left field. My back arches as whimpers spill over my lips and lights explode behind my eyelids from the intense pleasure seizing me.
My heart races wildly, and my breaths are nothing but quick bursts over my lips.
When my clit becomes sensitive, my body jerks, but Renzo doesn’t stop, and instead, he increases the potency he’s eating me out with.
“Crap,” I gasp. “Too sensitive.”
He pushes a finger inside me, and flicking his tongue over the bundle of nerves, he forces another orgasm to crash through me.
“Oh God,” I cry, my body wound tight as the ecstasy hits hard.
Rising to his feet, he massages my pussy with his palm, a satisfied expression on his face. He leans over me, and wrapping his other hand around the back of my neck, he tugs me up from the table.
His mouth meets mine in a fierce kiss, and tasting my arousal on his lips feels downright sinful.