Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 38835 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 194(@200wpm)___ 155(@250wpm)___ 129(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38835 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 194(@200wpm)___ 155(@250wpm)___ 129(@300wpm)
I didn’t experience any shame over my wanton behavior. His masculine sounds of savage pleasure spurred me on, and I lost myself in him, surrendering to our fiery connection.
I fisted his shaft more firmly, stroking his length. I squirmed against him at the prospect of that massive cock filling me, stretching me. I wasn’t sure I’d be capable of taking all of him, but just the thought of joining with him so intimately made my sex pulse with need.
His hand sank into my hip, guiding me back from his thigh. He devoured my small whimper of protest and immediately brushed his clever fingers over my aching clit. I cried out into his mouth, and his kiss turned rougher as I pumped his cock, eager to bring him as much pleasure as he was giving me.
I thumbed a sensitive spot beneath his cockhead, and he released a low hiss, his teeth sinking into my lower lip. Acting in reward or retaliation, he pressed directly against my clit. Pleasure burst through me, and I went up onto my toes.
Two thick fingers parted my swollen folds, easing into me as he explored my tight channel. I began to stroke him faster, worked into a mindless frenzy.
When his fingers were deep inside me, he curved them against the front of my inner walls. At the same time, his thumb circled my clit. Ecstasy arced through me, and I came undone with a sharp cry. He didn’t release me from his savage kiss as my orgasm ripped through me. His strong arm braced around my lower back, trapping me in place as he wrung pleasure from my shuddering body.
As stars popped across my vision, he followed me into bliss with a rough shout. His cock pulsed in my hand, and his hot seed lashed my belly.
Satisfaction swelled in my chest, a gentle heat that complemented the erotic pleasure pulsing through me.
“Massimo…” I sighed against his lips, our kiss turning soft and languid as we both floated down from our ecstatic high.
“You are so beautiful,” he murmured, returning my tender kisses.
I went up onto my toes, pressing myself against him so I could claim his mouth.
This powerful, gorgeous man was all mine.
Chapter 3
Massimo
I’d indulged myself in her for hours, lingering in the private, safe haven of the suite with Evelyn in my arms. I’d held her, kissed her, and promised her that she was safe with me.
She’d drifted off to sleep a while ago, exhausted by the morning’s violent events and the intense orgasm I’d given her in the shower. Soon, I’d have to make sure she was awake and ready to attend dinner with Stefano. I anticipated that she wouldn’t be too happy about it. She’d made it clear that she wasn’t comfortable around the cartel.
But this dinner was too important to miss. It was imperative that I secure the alliance with Stefano and his Colombian partner, Adrián Rodríguez. I’d made a vow to my friends that I would see this through, and my job was to maintain a friendship with the cartel kingpins while Gian and Enzo finished setting up the infrastructure we needed back in Italy. They would be placing bribes at the ports and arranging the payment to our new criminal associates in the Americas. In return, Stefano and Rodríguez would ship us their product at a fraction of the cost it would take to acquire cocaine on the existing European market. We would all be richer and more powerful than we’d ever dreamed.
Gian and Enzo could finally usurp the boss back home: Cesare Salerno, the callous bastard who ruled our Camorra clan with an iron fist. I’d sworn my fealty to the brothers decades ago, forming a pact when we were all boys living in poverty together, fighting for survival in Le Vele di Scampia. Everything we’d worked toward for years was finally coming to fruition. I wouldn’t fuck things up for us now, not even for Evelyn.
I could protect her and honor my promise to my friends at the same time.
She wouldn’t be happy about attending dinner with Duarte, but she was mine, and she would have to become accustomed to my lifestyle. Letting her go wasn’t an option; I was too addicted to her beauty, sweetness, and innocence to allow her to leave me. So, she would go wherever I went. Whether she liked it or not.
She always became more pliable when I touched her. I would make sure to spoil her and drive her wild with ecstasy. She would do as I said, and she would be glad to obey me. To give me whatever I desired if only I would allow her more pleasure.
I stroked her silken, platinum hair, and she snuggled closer to my chest. Her warmth pulsed over me, and her light, floral scent calmed me like a drug.