Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 55616 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 278(@200wpm)___ 222(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55616 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 278(@200wpm)___ 222(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
He snaps on a condom and pulls my hips up until I’m on my knees, then eases into me at the same time he reaches around and rubs my clit.
I push back to take him, shivering on a long inhale through my teeth.
Stefano stops, buried in me and plays with my nipples. “You good?”
“I’m good,” I moan, arching my back. “Go on.”
He chuckles and tweaks my nipple a bit harder before he grips my hips and uses me the way I was hoping he would. Deeper and deeper he thrusts, my hips on the perfect angle to take his full length.
I’m on a rocket ship headed for the moon when he squirts lube onto my anus and starts rubbing it in.
I gasp, trying to tuck my tail and pull away, but he won’t have it. With a few quick twists, he’s sunk his thumb into my ass. His other fingers splay across my back, and I’m owned completely. The twin sensations, double penetrations spin me out into hedonistic pleasure—total sensation, vulgar and satisfying.
I start making guttural vocalizations, panting into the bed, my eyes rolling back in my head.
He starts making tiny thrusts with his thumb that match the thrusts of his cock, locking me into surrender.
I can’t even speak to moan his name. I’m lost. Shattering, coming together. He rides me, handles me. His movements are sure and commanding.
“Uhn, uhn, uhn,” I moan with each brutal thrust.
“Take it, bella. Take it like a good girl.”
“Yes,” I gasp.
He pounds even harder.
I whine.
“Come now,” he roars and thrusts three more times before he thrusts deep and stays, pistoning his thumb in and out as my pussy grabs and releases his cock in quick bursts.
I sob with the release, utterly spent. The room spins, I can’t see a thing. Oh yeah, that’s because my eyes are closed and my face is in the sheets.
After a moment, awareness returns. Stefano returns from the bathroom with a washcloth, which he uses to clean me up.
Then he applies more salve on my ass and settles down beside me, kissing my shoulder.
* * *
Stefano
“Nico and your cousin come back today.”
I don’t know why I say it. I mean, I know she wants that information, which I got from Nico when he called late last night, but it’s a piss-poor moment to share it. But I feel the weight of what I’ve done to Corey settle too heavily on my shoulders.
I have to let her go today. Release her to her life. Keeping her prisoner forever wasn’t a solid plan.
“Yeah?” Corey pushes up on her forearm, her pretty breasts shifting to hang sideways. I cup the lower one and run my thumb over the nipple. Such sweet, perfect-sized breasts.
“I’m looking forward to meeting the woman who stole my brother’s heart.” There’s no lightness behind the words, even though it’s true. I’m trying to control the caveman part of me that’s stomping in a circle around my mind, demanding I tie her back up and never set her free.
I go for honestly.
“I want to keep you chained naked in my bedroom for the rest of my life, bella.”
“But?” She already knows what’s coming.
“But I’d prefer it be voluntary.”
Her lips twitch once and then stretch into a full smile. “It’s a bit late to ask for consent, my friend.”
“I know. But I want you to stay.”
She drops her gaze and I already know the answer she’ll give. “I gotta get back to my place.” She says it like she’s sorry, but the words fall flat. She doesn’t even offer up a reason, and I’m not going to push.
This is what she wants.
I purse my lips and nod. “I expect you back here at 8:00 p.m. for your shift.”
Wariness flickers over her expression. “Private game?”
“No. Casino floor. Where you want to be.”
I’m trying to give her something, but she only appears sad about it.
“I’ll be here,” she says, and pushes herself up to sit.
I sigh. “You can shower first. I’ll order room service. What do you want for breakfast?”
“Bacon and fruit. Too bad they don’t do Starbucks drinks for room service.”
“I can hook you up. What’s your drink?”
“Grande latte, hot?”
“You bet.” I get up and dial the front desk to send a bellhop over to the in-house Starbucks for me, then call room service. At least I can do this one small thing for her.
And she’s coming back.
In less than twelve hours she’ll be back in the Bellissimo. Calling me boss.
Things could be worse.
Chapter 8
Corey
The moment I get home, I can’t figure out what my hurry was. I hate my place. This is the stupid apartment I shared with Dean, after all. The lecherous asshole loser I picked. I can’t even remember what I saw in him. I guess he let me live small. Slow myself down. His lack of ambition made my life choices shiny in comparison.