Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 77359 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77359 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
“Oh…” she mumbled, and then said it again, her voice muffled as she clung to my chest.
I let the tip of my finger curl as I worked her clit, enjoying the way her ass pressed against my thigh as she tensed. Her groans filled the room, and this time, I didn’t back off. I flicked my finger across her clit as her body began to tremble. Her stomach clenched and then she cried out, almost ripping my shirt as she clutched at it.
“That’s it,” I soothed as I kept working her clit, drawing waves of pleasure out of her.
She gasped, she writhed, she moaned ... and hopefully, she got a hint of what her body could do under a man’s touch.
It was tempting to prolong the sensation she was feeling until it reached the fine line between pleasure and pain, but I resisted. I eased my finger back, enjoying feeling every shock and aftershock that tore through her body.
She slumped against me as I withdrew my hand. I put my finger up to her mouth, and she didn’t protest as I slid it inside her pink lips. “That’s what your arousal tastes like.”
And one day soon, I’d taste it, too.
12
LEILA
What was that?
I clung to Massimo, my body exhausted but aching in the best ways, my mind in turmoil.
What was that? He spanked me. He yelled at me. And then he did that.
It had been hard to think before at the crowded bar when I was tipsy. It was impossible to think now.
His arms were still around me, and I was clinging to him. Surely this was a dream?
Maybe this whole day had been a dream.
But then I shifted my thighs, angling toward him a little, and I felt him through his pants. He was as hard as a rock. I jerked back, as if electrocuted, but he didn’t move. He had his arm around my waist, and his other hand was on my knee, a safe distance from where it had been when he’d made my entire world turn upside down.
Nothing about this day made sense.
And because it didn’t, I just leaned against him. Even through our clothes, I could feel the hard muscles of his biceps, chest, and abs. The man was so gorgeous. It seemed like such a loss that who he was inside didn’t match who he was outside.
Except I wasn’t even sure who I was anymore, let alone him. Most likely, he was still the same scary guy as always. So maybe this was just, like, a timeout?
Then his lips brushed past the top of my head. “Did you enjoy your first orgasm, Allegra?”
Surprised at his action and his question, I nodded.
“Tell me.”
It was an order, but not stated with the force he usually used.
“It was amazing.” There was no point in denying it—he’d seen and felt how my body reacted. “So good. It made me sleepy.”
He chuckled. “That happens sometimes when it’s really good.”
“It didn’t before.” I said the words absently, without a lot of forethought.
Instantly, his body stiffened. “Before?” Danger had returned to his tone.
Uh-oh.
“Yeah, I ... it happened before. One time.”
“Did you touch yourself?”
“No, never.” An hour ago, I wouldn’t have known what he meant, but now, I suspected he was asking if I’d ever stroked between my legs the way he just had.
“Then who gave you the orgasm?” He stood up abruptly and I shrieked, wrapping my arms around his neck. He set me down on the chair he’d just been sitting in, untangling himself from my arms. “Who touched you?” His tone was pure thunder.
“No, I ... it was just once, and…”
“Your father swore you were untouched. Goddamn it.” He paced the floor in front of me. “Who did that to you?” He leaned in, placing his hands on the armrests on either side of me. “Tell me.”
“It was a washing machine,” I stuttered, leaning away from him.
“A ... what?” If he hadn’t slipped back into scary mode, the expression on his face might have almost been funny.
I didn’t even know where to begin—or if I even should.
“So, no man’s touched you the way I did?”
“No.” He wasn’t going to like this next part. “But one man ... kissed me.”
This time, he didn’t jump all over me. He just waited, gesturing for me to continue.
“He was young. Not much older than me. He worked for my father. We talked a few times and he made me laugh, and one day I was passing by the servant’s quarters, and he grabbed me and kissed me. And ... and he picked me up and set me on top of this washing machine, and it was shaking and vibrating, and he kissed me again and it just sort of ... happened.”
Massimo put his hand on his forehead as if he had a headache. “Who was he?”