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)
“Not if Massimo never lets me do anything.”
She looked so glum that I took a chance to make her smile. “He lets you spend time with his devilishly handsome brother.”
For a moment, the miserable expression on her face didn’t change. Then I thought I saw the corner of her mouth twitch. “You mean Stefano?”
Okay, that made me laugh. I was amused at her response and glad she was feeling good enough to tease me. “Massimo will come around. You two need to get to know each other better. You’ll see that he’s not quite as strict as you think—and he’ll see he can trust you.”
“I just hate that I know so little.”
“About what?”
“About everything. But… also… I’m getting married. And I don’t know what it’ll be like on my wedding night.”
The admission seemed to take a lot out of her, and she still wouldn’t look at me. Which was okay for the moment, because I didn’t know quite what to say to her. That was something she should talk to Massimo about, but I could understand why she didn’t. Truthfully, I didn’t blame her.
Still, we were on shaky ground, so I shut things down. “We’re not supposed to be talking about that.”
To my surprise, she leveled her gaze at me. “We’re not supposed to be doing it. No one said we couldn’t talk about it.”
She had spirit, I had to give her that. And she had a point. Still, Massimo wouldn’t like it if he knew. But then again, he was the one who’d made this agreement between the four of us in the first place. And in my opinion, he was far too concerned about the family business, while not appearing to give a shit about the woman who was joining our family. “Did your mother ever—”
“No.” Leila shook her head. “I mean, I know the basics, but I don’t know how it will feel.”
I sighed. Not fifteen minutes ago, she’d said I was a good teacher. There were things she clearly needed to know, and my brother—well, teaching wasn’t one of his strengths. Nor was patience. Or taking a gentle approach. Of course, up until now, I wasn’t known for those things, either.
Stefano, now… he could probably talk to her about anything. But she’d come to me. “Sometimes, for women, it hurts a little the first time.”
She nodded stiffly, looking worried, but not as if it were new information.
“But that’s just at first. It can also feel pretty damn amazing.”
“But… how?”
Shit. This wasn’t going to be easy. Why the fuck hadn’t her mother talked to her about his? Instead, she was forced to talk to a man who kissed her and made her come every chance he got—and a man who desperately wished he could be her first. I took a deep breath. “You’ve liked the things you’ve done with me and my brothers, right?”
“Yes.” I liked how she said it plainly. She’d come a long way from the blushing virgin she’d been when she arrived at our house. Well, she was still a virgin, but she didn’t shy away from enjoying the hell out of the pleasure we gave her. Just thinking of the way she moaned made my cock harden.
“It’s like that, only more intense.”
“Like… stronger pleasure?”
“Sometimes. Or just different.” Shit, driving lessons were easy compared to this. “A lot depends on the people. With someone you love, it can strengthen your connection. Make it feel like your bodies are in sync. Your breathing, your heartbeats, your pleasure. It can be slow and gentle and good. And it can also be fast and furious, too. It can make you completely lose control and give into your wildest, most primitive self. Like how you throw your head back and scream when I make you come. It can feel like that or more.”
“Wow.” Her gaze was unfocused as she took that in. “I can’t even imagine that.”
God, how I wished I could share that with her. My cock ached, but it was more than that. She was such a lovely young woman. So earnest and eager. She’d been held back her entire life, and now that she was getting a small taste of freedom, she was blossoming into something amazing. I knew I should be grateful to play some small point in that, but I wanted more.
“You’ll like it,” I assured her. “And you’re allowed to ask for what you want. What you need.”
“What if I don’t know what I need?”
“Then just in general. You can ask for more or less or harder or softer.”
“And… will Massimo listen to me?”
“He’d better,” I said darkly. Or else he and I would have some serious words.
Later, when Leila was back in the place that was both half prison and half home, I walked into Massimo’s office. As always, I took a moment to look around the place. It was top of the line. Sleek, masculine. He liked to play that he was someone else. Someone more respectable. Like a hotshot billionaire businessman ready to take the world by storm.