Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 59004 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 295(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59004 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 295(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
“I’m going to have to drop you off at the cabin and return to the city,” Henry says with a sigh. “We’ll have to discuss this with Liz tomorrow. I think it’s time to come back to the city, anyway. She can return to her apartment and go back to working for you.”
“But we don’t know if we’ll accept the deal with Vitali.” My voice is strained, but it is what it is. Henry knows I’m not happy.
Henry is quiet for a few beats. “Well, then we’re going to pretend at least like we’re fucking friends until a decision is made, which, again, isn’t really up to you. It’s not your daughter that’s on the line. It’s mine.”
“It’s my family. I call the shots.” I hate how Henry is tramping right over my leadership and the fact that I am the boss of the Rossi family, not him.
“I’m not trying to rule over you,” he says, his tone sharp. “I’m trying to save both of our asses before we end up in a fucking ditch somewhere. You know how these wars start, and you know how they end. We stand no chance until we unite. Vitali is kind enough to extend his friendship through marriage. I know Liz isn’t an heir or a family member, but everyone knows how close you and I are. We’re basically brothers.”
Fuck no, we’re not, and I’m going to fix this.
CHAPTER 19
Liz
I hear the sound of a car door slamming from upstairs, where I’ve been hiding out for most of the day. I don’t know what it was about Gerard’s comment about Troy not being serious, but it was enough to send me running for some alone time. Yet, when I hear Troy’s voice downstairs, I feel compelled to see what’s happened.
However, as I swing my bedroom door open, I’m surprised to see Troy already there. His eyes are aglow with something that looks a lot like rage. I step to the side, letting him through the doorway. He slams it behind him.
“What—”
His lips cut me off, taking mine in a hot, possessive kiss. As much as I want to know what the hell this is all about, my mind grows hazy with desire. His fingers glide down my body to the hem of my shirt and rip it over my head. Tossing it to the side, he unhooks my bra, my breasts falling free.
Troy’s mouth pulls away. “You’re mine, and you always will be.” His husky voice reverberates through my head and only adds to my excitement, quieting my doubts.
His lips go back to my skin, sucking, licking, and caressing his way to my chest. My fingers thread through his hair, making a mess of it. His free hand slides to the top of my jeans, unbuttoning them and shoving them down my hips.
“Ooh,” I moan as his mouth finally finds my erect nipple, pulling it into his mouth. He sucks hard, and my grip on his hair tightens. I squirm out of the rest of my clothes, and his fingers slip between my wet folds, a satisfied growl rumbling from his chest.
“This is what I like to feel,” he murmurs into my breast, his fingers pressing into my pussy. “You’re so beautiful. Everything about you is perfect.”
He guides me to the bed, his fingers still inside of me. He lays me back on it, his face still buried between my breasts. His passion intensifies, and he continues to finger me rougher than he did before. It only turns me on more.
“Oh my god,” I whimper, my back arching beneath him as an orgasm threatens to burst through my body. “Ooh.”
“That’s it,” he coaxes, his lips releasing my breast and traveling downward. My heart thrums with excitement, already knowing and beckoning him to continue. I instinctually open my legs for him, his dark chuckle tickling my skin.
His lips tease my clit before gently sucking me into his mouth. I moan, not caring who the hell hears me. His two fingers continue to stretch me, and within just moments, I’m crying out his name, my orgasm rattling through my body.
The pulses of pleasure seem never to end, and suddenly, I feel the burst of fullness. My eyes flutter open to see Troy already deep inside of me.
“Who do you belong to?” he growls above me, his gaze on fire with desire and something much more potent.
“You,” I moan as he thrusts into me again.
“And I belong to you,” he says, setting my entire world on fire. Those were the words I was waiting for, and as he picks up his pace, his hips thudding into mine, he is all I can see and feel.
He leans over and takes my mouth with a possessive kiss, swallowing all the moans that escape from my throat. My nails dig into his dress shirt, and I don’t even care that I’m the only one completely naked. Nothing about Troy makes me feel anything other than beautiful.