Total pages in book: 52
Estimated words: 48378 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 242(@200wpm)___ 194(@250wpm)___ 161(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48378 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 242(@200wpm)___ 194(@250wpm)___ 161(@300wpm)
Maria rolled over in her huge, king-sized bed, blinking at the male now lying next to her. “What are you doing here?”
Thinking she still must have been dreaming, she squeezed her eyes shut harder this time, only to open them again—shocked Dominic was really there.
“What are you doing here?” she reiterated harshly.
A shirtless Dominic put his hands behind his head, his biceps bulging as he did so. “You tell me, princess.”
Why did both men want to ask questions she didn’t want to answer?
“You need to leave.”
“Is that what you want?” Dominic freed one of his arms so he could run his fingertips along her exposed thigh, trailing up her soft skin.
So sure of the next three-letter word to come out of her mouth, she was betrayed by her own voice. “I … don’t … know.”
He didn’t stop until his fingertips reached the short hem of her silky nightgown that was barely covering her ass. “Then let’s find out, princess.”
Before those words, she had been a second away from shooing him out of her bed, knowing it hadn’t been the sandman to wake her from her erotic dream but the Luciano cockblocker. However, Dominic’s sexy voice, along with his inked body, had stopped her, sending her hormones in another direction.
“This is bad.” What woman dreams about a man only to wake up and fuck another? Maria’s newly sexually frustrated body didn’t know it was practically every woman on earth.
The right side of Dominic’s lips lifted in a smile revealing a dimple that she hadn’t known he had. “Let’s hope so ….”
Unlike Kayne, Dominic didn’t tease her with soft touches. He planted his hand dominantly on a breast, playing with a stiff nipple and sending her falling flat on her back as he gazed down at her.
Giving her no time to think about the dream that she had just woken up from, Dominic took her mouth in a tongue-fucking kiss that sent her spiraling into a haze that had her afraid he would disappear before she could find out if he was real. Or, if like Kayne, he was another figment of her imagination that had gotten out of her control.
Curving his hand around her breast, he tightened his fingers, confirming his touch was really real and that Dominic had risked certain death by sneaking into her room.
Before rolling over, she had been intent about wrapping Kayne around her finger, even if it was a fucking dream, but with Dominic, she felt herself wrapping around his tighter and tighter, suffocating her own self in his fiery scent.
Lacking the brain power, much less the fucking willpower to stop him, Maria succumbed to the devil’s son, and while the good Catholic girl was shouting out for her to stop it, since angels belonged in heaven, Dominic had Maria hoping for hell … squashing the good-girl conscience trying to ruin the moment with one imaginary blood-dripped heel.
Releasing his hold on her breast, Dominic swept the top of her dress down before taking the other one in a hard grasp.
When he firmly used his weight to pin her to the mattress, it didn’t frighten Maria; it heightened the arousal that was storming through her body.
What was with this weak kitten shit he was making her feel? Was this what made Nero write that sappy English paper? If Dominic kept it up, she might have to write a poem to describe the crazy longings going through her body.
When he rolled a nipple between his thumb and finger, Maria almost started a poem right then and there, just to get him to do it again.
Her lower body was crying out, doing summersaults from craving more, and when Dominic tore his mouth away from hers and placed it on her nipple, she had to shove a hand into her mouth to stop her from crying out.
“Touch me,” Dominic whispered. “You know you want to.”
“No. I. Don’t.” Her voice didn’t betray her this time.
“Yes. You. Do.” Dominic’s laughter and those fucking dimples sent her into another dimension.
This Luciano was about to learn a hard lesson, one that only this female Caruso could teach.
Maria slit the throat of her good Catholic-girl conscience that continued to yell at her that a Caruso would have kicked Dominic out the bed as soon as she had seen him. Rubbing on the hard lump behind Dominic’s pants, the bad Maria took full control.
Curling a leg around his waist, she tugged him farther over her, rocking her hips under him and sending the hunger in her that was determined to find the release that Kayne’s untimely departure had denied her.
Reassured that Dominic was just as aroused by the stiffened cock that she could feel in her hand, Maria became even more brazen.
Both hands on the button of his pants, not to be outdone, Dominic brought his tattooed hands to her thighs, parting them wider to make more room before jerking to his knees.