Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 95956 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 480(@200wpm)___ 384(@250wpm)___ 320(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95956 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 480(@200wpm)___ 384(@250wpm)___ 320(@300wpm)
Slowly, agonizingly, the pain turns to pleasure. He keeps going, deeper and deeper, sliding into me, taking me and owning me, his big arms pinning me down to the couch, my legs wrapped around his hips, my fingers digging into his muscular back, and I hear myself moaning as if from a distance, saying his name over and over like it’s a chant or a mantra, and he growls into my ear, “That’s right, Gracie, say my name like you want to be fucking ruined by me.”
“Calvino,” I moan, “oh, fuck, Calvino,” and he goes faster, he fucks me the way I’ve always dreamed, so deep and hard and rough, like he wants to break me, but in breaking me, he wants to save me. We’re stuck together, slick and gorgeous, moving as one and gliding in the deepest depths of pleasure, a place I’ve never been before but never want to leave.
He sucks my nipples as he pins my hands above my head. I’m controlled, dominated. I’m possessed and ruined. He fucks me faster and I give small shuddering gasps of delight as the pressure builds, and I can’t believe this, can’t believe how good this feels, oh, fuck, I can’t believe I waited this long. I should’ve been sleeping with Calvino from the moment we met.
“That’s right, my little thief, I want to hear you moaning. I want to feel your slick pussy grind against me as I fuck you deep and rough. This is what you’ve always wanted, isn’t it? This is what you really need. A man to fuck you and make you feel good the way you deserve.”
“God, yes,” I moan. “Keep going, you big bastard.”
“Tell me I’m a bastard again.”
I pretend to struggle against him and he seems to like that. “Bastard. Asshole.”
He fucks me faster, rough and hard and I scream his name. I bite his lower lip and his eyes flash as he takes me rougher, deeper. Sweat rolls down my flesh, when did it get so hot in here, god, I’m so fucking close I could explode any second. He moves faster, grinding and fucking, and I curse him and he laughs in my face and bites my shoulder and calls me a dirty girl, a dirty fucking girl—
And I come so hard I see black. I come in a wild explosion of pure bliss as I roll my hips and moan, shaking, trembling, but he has me, Calvino has me, and as my orgasm slowly tapers off, I feel him fill me to the brim as he finishes between my legs.
It’s bliss, god, it’s fucking bliss.
We’re both panting and spent. He wraps his arms around my body and hugs me close, hands moving along my skin like he can’t help himself. He palms my breasts and smooths down my hips and kisses my shoulder and my neck, and the way he caresses me, so loving, so adoring, like I’m his goddess, it makes the buzzy intense pleasure ringing in my brain all that much brighter.
“And here you were trying to get rid of me,” I whisper.
He laughs and I laugh, another beautiful release.
“Not trying to get rid of you. Trying to protect you.”
“Maybe I don’t need protecting.”
“That’s what every girl who needs protecting says at first.”
“Sounds pretty convenient for you.”
“No, Gracie, there’s nothing convenient about you. There’s nothing convenient about the way you came into my life and upended everything, but I wouldn’t change it for the world.”
I smile stupidly and roll to face him. There’s not much room on the couch so our naked bodies are pressed together, the sweat cooling from my skin. He’s so warm though, and his strong arms hold me tight.
“I should tell you something else,” I whisper, kissing his chest.
“Go ahead. I think right now’s the perfect time to give me bad news.”
I smile a little and shake my head. “It’s not really bad news. Only it’s that Charlie told me something strange. She said she doesn’t want to give Emilio your last name. I guess Vince’s last name.”
He lets out a low, confused rumble. “Interesting,” he says softly. “Did she say why?”
“She doesn’t want Emilio to go into your line of work. I guess she doesn’t want him in the mob, and she thinks giving him her maiden name will help with that? I don’t know, honestly, it all seemed kind of weird and half-baked and mixed-up.”
“As far as I know, Emilio already has the Manzini name.”
“She says he doesn’t, not legally.”
“I wonder if this is really about the name or something else.”
I kiss his chin then his lips and feel an excited thump in my chest. “That’s exactly what I was thinking.”
“And you want to stay involved with all this so you can find out what’s happening to her, don’t you?”
“Pretty much. I think she trusts me for whatever reason, and if we end this fake relationship, I’m afraid she’ll pull away.”