Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 72340 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72340 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Her eyes darken, and her tongue dips out onto her bottom lip. She wants me. I know it, and she knows it. It’s getting there that is going to be the hardest part.
“Let me fuck you. Let me satisfy all those desires deep inside that pretty little head of yours.” My hands caress her as I leave a kiss against her neck.
“You’re demented,” she hisses. She is on the edge, at the point where she wants it, but she doesn’t. I just need to give her that last push into wanting…
“Yes, I fucking am,” I murmur against her ear as I suck it into my mouth. I hear her cry of pleasure, and I’ll be damned if my heart doesn’t speed up a little bit.
“This is wrong…” she utters between pants. I know why she thinks it is wrong, but I don’t care. She will have to understand and learn if she ever plans to make it in this life.
“Nothing is wrong. It’s merely your perception of what you believe is right and wrong that has you confused.” I push her down, parting her legs with my own. Devouring her neck and ear, I wait for her to say the final words.
She shudders, her hips gyrating against my own. She whimpers again, her eyes opening. They shine brightly back at me as I slide my hand down to her sweatpants, cupping her. Her head falls back, and her eyes close for a brief second.
“We can’t,” she states, fighting against it. I will admit, she is strong, but I’m stronger.
“Then I’ll taste you. I’ll have you begging to ride my cock,” I murmur in her ear as I pull myself off her. Gripping the hem of her shirt, I pull it off in one swift movement. Her pants follow suit, and she lies before me in nothing but a black thong.
“It was wrong. What you did was wrong.” Her words are real, and the force of them stops me dead in my tracks.
“I never said my actions were right. In my world, that is what happens when you don’t pay a debt,” I whisper against her skin. She smells utterly delectable. I’m holding back from taking a bite of her.
I bend down to press my lips against hers when I hear a throat clear behind me. “Sir… You’re needed upstairs. There has been a break-in.” Mack’s voice hits my ears, but it takes a moment before what he says registers in my mind. Shit.
“I’ll be right up,” I respond, clearing my throat. I’m flustered, and as I look down at Amara, I see she is too. At least I’m not alone in the need for pleasure.
“I need to go up there and see what the problem is.” Her eyes search mine as if she’s looking for something, like a missing piece to who I am. I’ve seen many women look at me with that same look, but most of the time, it disgusts me. Disgust isn’t something I feel right now, though.
“Okay…” Her voice is meek.
“Stay here. I will come for you later.” Pulling myself off her takes every ounce of my willpower, and it’s even worse when I come to a standing position. My cock is aching painfully in my pants while she’s just lying there as if she’s on the menu for dinner.
“Can I not go upstairs?” Her eyes plead.
“No, not yet. We’ll talk when I come back,” I promise, walking to the door and closing it behind me. Her warm eyes are on me the whole time, and I know she’s down. She’s sad, broken, and confused, and leaving her here is the last thing I want to do, but in the grand scheme of things, I haven’t a fucking clue as to what to do with her.
I take the stairs two at a time, and at the top, Mack greets me to give me a report.
“What happened?” I furiously demand. I’m back in mob boss mode.
“Someone jumped the fence in the back yard. The silent alarm went off,” Mack explains, his eyes never leaving mine.
“To the office. I can’t believe you weren’t watching the fucking cameras,” I growl. There should be no reason to need me, I train these men to deal with these issues.
“We were, sir, we didn’t see—”
“Then you go out there and check it out. There isn’t any reason you should need me unless you don’t have the situation under control?” I question him, wondering if he really has the situation under control. Luccio’s words ring in my ears to watch my back, to protect myself.
“Sir…” Mack tries to get in, but I turn on him. Grabbing his collar, I shove him against the wall.
Leaning into his face, making sure he can hear and see every word coming from my mouth, I spit at him, “You have one job, Mack. One job. If you can’t do your job, what fucking good are you to this family?”