Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 90618 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90618 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
But I didn’t have the towel to protect me as his right hand slid up between my legs. I gasped as he bit my lower lip, bit it hard, and pushed my legs apart. I growled in surprise and pain, but his fingers slipped between my slick pussy lips, pressed apart my folds, and teased up along my slit. I gasped in pleasure and I felt a little groan leave his lips.
“I thought so,” he said. “I thought you’d be dripping wet, little Aida. And this just proves it.”
“What’s it prove?” I asked, panting hard as his fingers began to work my clit. Pleasure flooded me so hard that I felt like I might fall over. I was dizzy with it, with his touch and his smell, his hand and fingers working my pussy like I’d never felt before.
“That you’ll obey. And that you want to.” He kissed me, finally kissed me, tongue against mine, mouth tight against mine. He pushed me hard against the wall and worked my clit faster with his fingers, sliding them up inside of me then pulling them back out. He pulled back from the kiss and spread my legs open, staring into my eyes, then dropped to his knees.
“I thought you said… I’d be on my knees,” I panted.
He smirked and licked me, tongue lapping top to bottom. I grabbed his hair and moaned, my right hand lacing through his thick locks, my left cupping my breast. I couldn’t help myself as I threw back my head. He sucked my clit and tongued my pussy faster, licking me, lapping me up. He grabbed my ass hard, fingers digging into my skin. He sucked me rough then slid two fingers inside of me, fucking me hard with them as he looked into my eyes.
“Just a taste, little Aida,” he whispered then slid his fingers back out and began to suck me again.
I moaned, losing myself, unable to help it. All the pent-up anger, aggression, and fear washed over me in a cascade of emotion and pleasure. I let his tongue do its work and his incredible hands grabbed my body, cupping my ass. I teased my own nipples, tumbling head over heels in pleasure, and he didn’t stop. His tongue was incredible, it was pleasure and passion, it was every inch of what I needed. I gripped his hair harder and moved my hips along his mouth, riding his tongue, the pressure building fast and hard, building so fast I could hardly believe it.
His name left my lips as a strangled moan. I said it again and again, moving faster along his mouth as he licked me, sucked me, grabbed and held my ass hard against his mouth. I came like lightning, pleasure shooting through my skin, and he licked me through it all, tasting my juices, swallowing me like I was nothing. He purred like a content lion as I collapsed back against the wall, panting, eyes wide and staring.
He stood and licked his fingers clean before kissing me, his tongue in my mouth. I tasted myself on his lips.
“Good girl,” he whispered, lingering close. He kissed my cheek and bit my lip. “Be ready to go by five. There’s a package for you downstairs, a little present.”
I blinked. “We’re meeting him today?”
He nodded. “Be ready. And open your present.” He turned and left without another word. He disappeared down the steps and I slowly slumped down to the floor. I was breathing hard, gasping, choking breaths. I’d never come like that before, not even half that intensity. I hated myself and hated him, and god, all I wanted was to taste him one more time. I grabbed the towel and wrapped it around my body before managing to get back to my feet.
I staggered into my room, slammed the door shut, and collapsed onto the bed.
9
Dante
My new car didn’t have the same armor plating as my last one, but at least the tires weren’t blown out. The old car was in a shop owned by the Leone Family, and hopefully I’d get it back before the end of the week. I felt exposed without the armor plating, and if Vlas were smart, he could roll up and hit me any time.
Which is why I kept my men close and stayed on the move. No more showing up at the bakery every morning to help Sergio. I still sent a couple of guys to help out and meet with local residents as my proxies, but I didn’t go myself.
I hoped the world could return to normal, but I suspected that might never happen. Not after something like what Vlas pulled. A hit on one of my men was one thing, but a hit on me was an entirely different play. Vlas skipped a few steps and went for the king, but he missed, and there would be hell to pay.