Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 81292 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81292 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
She had a body made for sin. And he wanted to show her every little piece of it.
Would she be a good little student?
The elevator opened, and he took the lead, going to his room. He pulled out the card, but James moved in first.
“We don’t want to take any chances in Russo territory,” James said.
Damon agreed, but Milah snorted. She tried to pull out of his arms.
“Now what is the problem with you, my little wildcat?” Damon asked.
“Are you just trying to mock me? I saw it. You don’t have to rub it in.”
“Rub what in?”
“My father is powerless. He would never go anywhere unless he had at least ten men at his disposal. I counted, three, four at best.” She snorted again. “Trust me, he doesn’t have the firepower to deal with you all.”
This made him chuckle. “Are you disappointed?”
“I’m nothing.”
He ran his hands down to her ass, drawing her close. “You’re not nothing, baby,” he said.
She tried to wriggle out of his hold, but he wasn’t going to let her go that easily.
“Leave!”
His men didn’t need further instruction. They all left, quickly, and he was alone with Milah.
“Is that all you have to do? Give one-word grunts like a damn neanderthal?” she asked.
He chuckled. “No, I usually have to give my boys respect, but they know who I am dealing with.”
Damon bent down and picked her up. She screamed and he carried her through to the bedroom.
The hotel was luxury, and no matter where he stayed, he always liked to have only the very best.
After dropping her to the bed, he stepped back and removed his jacket.
“What are you doing?” Milah asked.
“I’m finishing what I started. Or do you just want to keep getting that pussy taken care of?”
Her cheeks were bright red.
With his jacket gone, he removed his shirt. He’d already dealt with his holster. No matter how far Russo had fallen, Damon didn’t intend to take any chances on the bastard.
He’d find a way to squirm free. Of that, Damon had no doubt. Antonio Russo was used to getting out of tight spots. The man was a master manipulator, and even though he’d broken him, he hadn’t shattered yet. But there would be time for it.
Damon pushed thoughts of Antonio Russo out of his mind. He didn’t want to be thinking of that cowardly bastard when he was balls deep in Milah’s pussy.
“I’m not sleeping with you,” Milah said.
“Sleep is the last thing on my mind.”
He removed his pants, then his boxer briefs.
Milah crossed her arms beneath her breasts, but he saw the hard points of her nipples as they pressed against her dress. She wanted to seem aloof to him, but her body was a bad liar.
“Give me your hand,” he said.
She hesitated for a second, but then she held out her hand. He placed it on his dick, wrapping her fingers around his length. “That’s it, baby, now hold me tightly.” He showed her exactly what he liked.
Milah didn’t look at him, but he didn’t mind. He showed her with his hand exactly what he wanted. Stepping close, he wrapped his fingers in her long, raven hair, tugging her head back so she had no choice but to look at him.
“Are you telling me that your pussy is not wet for me right now?” he asked.
“No.”
The defiance in her eyes was a real turn-on, but he saw the lie.
“How about we have a deal? I will feel your pussy, and if you’re bone dry, I won’t touch you tonight. If you’re soaking wet, then not only will I take your virginity, but you will suck my cock and fucking enjoy it.”
She glared at him.
Was she willing to risk it?
He fucking hoped so.
When it came to Milah, he intended to enjoy her.
Chapter Eleven
Milah didn’t know what to do.
If she took the deal, then she was at his command.
You’re at his command anyway!
What was the point of this deal? Was it to humiliate her?
No one but the two of them was there to witness it. If she backed away now, he’d still know she had something to hide, and that just … annoyed her even more.
There was no way he was going to win this. Not today.
She didn’t know what she could do to help herself. Maybe nothing, but she wasn’t going to back down from this.
“Deal,” she said.
The moment she said it, she felt like she heard the nail in the coffin.
She hated Damon De Luca with a fiery passion, but her body hadn’t got the fucking update. Even as she hated him, there was still attraction.
Gritting her teeth, she stared at him defiantly.
His cock was hard, thick, and soft to the touch. She liked how it felt in her hand, and again, it was another reason to hate what he was doing to her.