Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 71762 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 359(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71762 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 359(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
But it was reality.
She was worth a hundred million dollars—and I would get the most use out of her.
“You look beautiful tonight—just like every other night.” I took a drink of my wine, something Dante found in my wine cellar, next to the garage underground.
“Thank you.” She spoke with a steady voice, not nervous like she used to be. She wasn’t timid around me at all anymore. “You look nice too.” She drank from her glass, her lipstick leaving a mark.
She’d left a similar mark on my dick the last time she sucked me off.
Dante brought our dinner a moment later, roasted lamb chops, asparagus, and a side of sweet potatoes. He excused himself silently, trying to be as invisible as possible.
I’d told him to stay out of our way tonight.
She held her knife and fork appropriately and cut into her meal with the perfect elegance. If I brought her to a dinner party or some other function, she would do well. Not only would her beauty impress everyone there, but her charms would be enjoyed as well. All the men would look at me and wonder how it felt to fuck a woman like that every single night.
But I would never tell.
I considered making conversation with her, but I didn’t know what to say. All I was thinking about right then was sex. My hands shook at the thought of her knees pressed into her waist to accommodate my hips. Adrenaline surged through me as I imagined trying to shove my big dick inside her. Inexperienced and innocent, she would hold on to me until it was over. She might cry from the pain, but she’d definitely moan at the pleasure.
My chest ached because I was so excited.
I finally got to claim my prize.
The second Muse walked into my life, I’d been the only person to take care of her. I gave her money when she didn’t have anything else. I gave her a job under the table when no one else would. And when she took off, not only did I let her go, but I had an envelope with twenty thousand euro to help her out. When she was captured, I was the one who saved her from a horrific fate.
If anyone deserved to take her virginity, it was me.
It was the least she could do for me.
Now she would have a comfortable life living in my mansion. She would never worry about money again. Whatever she wanted, she could have. A lifetime of protection from one of the most powerful men in the world, it was every woman’s dream. Most women would give anything to be here right this very moment.
To have me in a way no one else ever did—with my kiss.
She didn’t make conversation either, her heart probably slamming in her chest. She must be nervous, afraid of the unknown.
But she had no reason to be nervous. I would guide her every step of the way. All she had to do was let me have her.
And I would make it everything she wanted it to be.
When our glasses were empty, I refilled them. I only finished half my dinner because I didn’t want to feel sluggish when we went to my bedroom.
Muse didn’t seem to care. She ate everything, either because she was starving or because she was nervous.
Some observers might say it was awkward to have dinner with someone without speaking. But I actually enjoyed it. I liked the fact that our relationship had progressed to a certain level of comfort. She didn’t ramble on about stupid shit that I didn’t care about, and I didn’t fill the empty silence with random comments.
I liked it this way.
Normally, Dante would come out and clear the table and ask us if we’d like coffee and dessert. I told him to skip that part and give us privacy. He could clear the dishes once we went upstairs.
She wiped her small mouth with the linen napkin and set it on the table.
“Did you enjoy your dinner?”
“It was delicious…like always. You?”
“I wouldn’t keep Dante as the head of the staff if he wasn’t the best.” I left the chair and extended my hand to her.
She eyed it for a moment before she placed her slender hand in mind.
I pulled her up and guided her into the house. My fingers interlocked with hers, and I kept her close to me, treating her like a lady every step of the way. I controlled the shake of my hand to hide my excitement. Now, the boring part of the evening was over, and we could get to the good stuff.
The night I’d been waiting for.
I took her to the third floor and stopped at the double doors of my bedroom. The pulse in her wrist had picked up as we got closer to my bedroom. Now it was pounding loudly, her heart working in overdrive. Her skin was warm, and there was a distinct color to her cheeks.