Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 97634 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 488(@200wpm)___ 391(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97634 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 488(@200wpm)___ 391(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
Either way, I could’ve told my brothers that my guards lacked any kind of competence, but I wasn’t about to have somebody’s blood on my hands.
Because Dmitry and Nikolai would absolutely kill them for not protecting me the way they thought they should.
Besides, if I snitched on them, how would I get out so easily to go see him?
So with my guards thinking I was tucked away in bed, I had all night to do… whatever I wanted with him.
I made my way past the thick crush of bodies who were still here watching the other fights. This was a stupid move, coming here unprotected where anything could happen.
But I felt like I was addicted, needing a rush that only one person could give me.
I kept to the dirty concrete wall as I made my way to the back where the locker room was. I knew there were Russians here that were working for my brothers. They patrolled the area and kept everyone in check, but they were easy to spot and so I kept away from them.
I pushed open the door and stepped into the room, closing it behind me and leaning against it as I took in the dark area.
A single lightbulb hung from the ceiling, casting this weird sort of glow.
I could hear the showers running off to my right, and moved toward the short hallway without thinking. The door that led into the washroom was partially open, steam billowing out.
I silently stepped inside, the warmth and humidity immediately surrounding me.
It took a moment for my vision to adjust to the foggy interior, but when it did, I spotted the person I’d come here to see standing under the spray of a showerhead.
Despite it being hours after we saw Gio fight, I knew he probably destroyed several more men in the ring after we left, and was just now showering that violence off.
The washroom had a toilet and urinal to the right. To the left was a large shower with white tile covering the walls and floor, and three showerheads positioned five feet from each other.
My heart was in my throat as I stared at Gio’s back. All that hard, tattooed flesh had my body warming, softening, and getting wetter than the water soaking him.
God, I was already drenched.
I shamelessly let my gaze travel down his broad shoulders, defined back, and stared at his ass. He was so muscular everywhere, the percentage of his body fat no doubt being miniscule.
He had his hands braced on the wall in front of him, his head lowered, the water turning pink from the blood of the men he beat the shit out of disappearing down the drain by his feet.
And then he slowly turned his head, and my breath caught in my throat as our gazes locked.
He stood there a moment, just staring at me, not moving as the water cascaded down his naked body. Finally he straightened and turned around fully.
Like the shameless whore I was where it concerned him, I didn’t stop myself from staring at his chiseled chest and going lower until I was gawking at his gigantic cock.
God, his dick was so hard already, and I knew he’d only get bigger. The massive twin weights of his balls hung under his shaft, swaying slightly as he shifted on his feet.
“Why are you here, little girl?”
His voice was like aged whiskey. So smooth and deep and filling every part of me.
Him calling me little girl shouldn’t have turned me on the way it did.
I licked my lips and felt my pulse race at the low growl that came from him in response. “You know why,” I whispered.
“Do I?”
I glanced down at his shaft again, his cock so long and thick. I remembered how it hurt every time he forced his way inside of me, making me take every single inch until tears streamed down my face and I begged him to fuck me harder.
“Why do you act like I’m nothing to you after all we’ve done?”
He tipped his head to the side, watching me with a knowing look on his too-handsome face. “You know why.”
I swallowed, the humidity in the room making my too-thin shirt stick to my chest. His gaze flickered down to my breasts, and I felt my nipples harden further. I knew he could see through the white material, could see how braless I was.
I’d picked this outfit on purpose.
“You like the idea of me using you as my personal little whore. Isn’t that right, baby?”
I nodded instantly. I was messed up to like the degradation Gio gave me as he fucked me like I was his sex toy.
“Use your words and tell me why you’re here. And don’t fucking lie or I’ll spank your ass until you can’t sit comfortably.”
I closed my eyes and shivered, his words making my pussy tighten in response.