Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 56771 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 284(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56771 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 284(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
“Going somewhere?” Leo says.
His smirk and demeanor are supposed to be confident and commanding, but he’s all disheveled from our tousle. There’s something unhinged in his eyes.
“What happened?” he asks Eddie.
“She said she wanted to use the bathroom. She wasn’t going to get anywhere.”
“I know,” Leo says. “Don’t worry. Where were you planning on going, Emma?”
Again, when he says my name, there’s a tickle of something inappropriate and wrong. I shouldn’t let myself feel like this, the teasing sensation moving through me, making my sex ache. I never usually think about my sex in terms of parts, like my clit, my lips, my hole, but he makes each one feel a different way. My clit is hot and tight, eager for attention. My lips are almost throbbing like they’re getting ready for him, and my hole is way too wet, considering I’m a kidnappee.
“None of your business.”
He grins at me like I’m his pet and he’s indulging me. I should hate it, but I don’t.
“It would be my business if the Russians got you. There’s nowhere to go—nowhere safer than right here. Now, go to your room.”
I laugh in disbelief. “Go to your room. Who the hell do you think you are?”
“Not the shy girl in braces anymore, are you?”
Is he teasing me?
“There’s nothing else for you to do,” he says. “You can whine about it. You can stomp your feet, but you’re staying here.”
He seems in a far darker mood than earlier. He’s trying to hide it behind that smirk, but his blue eye burns with feeling, and his brown eye stares with deathly seriousness.
“What climbed up your ass and died?”
Okay, not the best retort, but I’m not sure what else to say.
“Edoardo,” he says, making for the stairs.
“Please, miss,” Eddie says, softly touching my elbow.
That’s when Leo looks back at us. I’m not sure why he even bothers, but he does, and when he sees Eddie touching my elbow, he stops and glares. His body trembles for a moment before he gets himself under control. It happens fast, making me wonder if I’ve imagined it, but no, I have to trust my senses.
It’s not like one event—one wild episode after Mom died—can make me doubt my entire perception of reality. I can’t let it be like that, though a voice whispers, taunting. This is all so surreal. Maybe I’m dreaming it up like I dreamed up the other thing—the other place before the darkness fell.
“No need to be physical,” Leo says curtly.
“Boss.”
Eddie lets his hand fall.
“Then what if I tried to run?” I call after Leo.
He smirks at me, staring down from halfway up the stairs. The flickering of the shrine’s candles tries to draw my gaze. I ignore it and stare at Angelica’s husband instead—a man who loved her so deeply and clearly won’t ever stop.
“Then I’ll restrain you myself,” Leo snarls, then strides up the stairs.
“Miss, please. The doors lock automatically. There are guards outside.”
Yeah, guards that Leo doesn’t want to touch me for any reason. That look was almost like he was jealous and possessive.
“Fine,” I say, “but only for now. I’m not going to be some docile prisoner.”
Back in my bedroom, I go on to my cell again. My stepdad’s online. I type a message.
Dave, something bad and weird has happened. It turns out Rosa’s dad is a mob boss. He’s keeping me prisoner. I need your help.
After studying it, I delete it, which means I’m not a prisoner, am I? I’m choosing to be here, but that’s not fair. It would ruin Rosa’s life if I told my stepdad what was happening. That’s my reason, not because I’m desperate for Leo to look at me with that possessive glint again.
CHAPTER SIX
Leo
I rush into my en suite and lock the door. My pants are down within seconds, and my rock-hard dick is in my hands. Part of me is ashamed for behaving like this, so weak, so impulsive. A Don always has to be in charge, even of himself, but when I touched her, there was fire, burning, heat, and certainty.
Precome coats my length as I stroke, eyes closed, remembering how she felt when I carried her. When she shifted around, her thick ass rubbed against my dick, teasing the end, pulsing. Seed rises up my shaft. I’m almost exploding already, and then I slow down, thinking of her alone in the basement. I imagine tearing off her jeans and bending her over.
I turn primal in the fantasy. I rip off her panties, revealing her hole, and then drive my dick hard and deep. I’d fuck her so goddamn possessively, really hammer her horny young hole, and make that big ass bounce against me. I’d lean over her and drill her into the bed so that all she could do was gasp and whine and cream down my cock.