Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 43928 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 220(@200wpm)___ 176(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43928 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 220(@200wpm)___ 176(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
"Spread your legs, Aurelia," I command.
She hesitates for a second before complying, letting me see just how wet her panties are.
Slowly, reverently, I trace a finger up her inner thigh, watching in satisfaction as she shivers under my touch. But I don't make contact with her pussy yet. I let the anticipation build as I kiss my way up her leg, the sweet, tangy scent of her arousal growing stronger the closer I get.
At the last second, I flick her panties to the side.
My tongue slips between her soft folds.
A strangled gasp leaves her lips as her hands fly to my hair.
Jesus. The taste of her alone is enough to drive me mad. Cum drips into my boxers, making a fucking mess.
I start slow, dragging my tongue across her clit before sinking it into her warmth. When I latch onto her clit, she mewls out an unintelligible string of words that I assume means make her fucking come now.
With each lash of my tongue against her hot little pussy, she writhes and moans above me. Every arch of her back just pushes me further. Every whimper makes me want to devour her until she's incoherent with pleasure.
"Mattia," she pants. Her fingers tighten in my hair as she rocks against my mouth. "I…I…"
I look up at her then, locking onto those wild blue eyes as I push two fingers inside of her. "Fucking come for me, little mouse," I groan against her, the vibrations from my voice sending her over the edge.
Her orgasm crashes over her like a tidal wave, leaving her shuddering and gasping above me. I don't stop, however. I keep fucking her with my tongue until she's begging me to stop.
With one last kiss to her swollen clit, I stand and gather her up in my arms. She's limp and boneless as I carry her to bed.
I lay her down gently, pressing kisses all over her face before I quickly strip down to my boxers and crawl in beside her, dragging her up against my chest.
Her eyes flutter shut almost instantly. She snuggles up against me, murmuring my name.
Within seconds, she's out.
I watch her sleep, reeling at how terrifyingly fast I'm falling under her spell. Her sweetness, her fire, her innocence…every fucking piece of her has my heart ready to beat out of my chest. That should scare the hell out of me because out of the two of us, she's far more dangerous than I am.
But I'm not afraid.
This little mouse is fucking mine.
Chapter Four
Aurelia
Iwake up in bed alone, but I'm not foolish enough to believe that Mattia has gone far. I feel him in the house. His presence is overpowering. For a long moment, I simply lay in the bed, staring up at the ceiling, trying to figure out how in the hell I ended up here. Trying to figure out a way out of this mess.
Part of me desperately wants to trust the complicated, dangerous man I tied myself to last night, but the bigger part is terrified of what might happen if I do. I believe him when he says he won't hurt me, but can he say the same about my brothers?
Our father certainly wanted nothing to do with me. It's hard to believe the brothers I've never met will feel any sense of loyalty to me if they ever find out what Brio wants from me. They'll never trust me. Why would they? Their loyalty is to one another and the oaths they swore. I'm not stupid. I know what it means to be mafia. Their oath will always come before their half-sister. It did to our father, didn't it?
With a sigh, I drag myself out of bed, stumbling toward the bathroom. Halfway there, I stop and look around. From the outside, Mattia's house is cold and uninviting. Inside, it's a different story. It's…nice. Beautiful, even. What a home should look like.
I barely noticed last night, but his bedroom is filled with dark, heavy wooden furniture. The bed is large and imposing, with a towering headboard. Plush rugs cover the floor, adding warmth to the massive space. Everything exudes an air of power and dominance, fitting for a dangerous man like Mattia. It should look cold, but there's life and comfort in the room that I didn't expect. A lot like the man himself.
Even after spending two months trapped in Brio's house, I'm still not accustomed to this kind of wealth.
It's certainly not the way I grew up. My mom was careful with the money Vincent gave her to disappear, stretching it as far as it would go. We never did without, but we never had more than we needed, either.
This is a whole new world.
I continue into the bathroom, only to stop and gape again. It's bigger than the freaking bedroom where I grew up. The man has a bathtub that could reasonably double as a hot tub. A humming from the switch beside my head captures my attention. One is a simple light switch, but my brows furrow when I see the other switch with the temperature settings on it.