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)
“Look at you, dirty girl,” I whisper as she takes control and sucks me faster again. “Look at you sucking my cock. You’re a filthy girl, aren’t you, Grace? But you’ve never been more beautiful than right now, feeling pleasure from your own fingers while giving pleasure with your gorgeous mouth. And you feel perfect, Grace, you filthy fucking girl. You feel so incredible. I want to come down your throat and make you swallow it all. Can you take me, Grace? Can you be a good girl?”
She moans as her fingers roll along her slick clit, faster and faster, and I can’t take much more as I growl and fuck her pretty mouth, losing my mind to the moment. I come in a massive orgasm, in an explosion, in a nuclear blast, and she keeps going, licking and slurping and taking it all, swallowing every drop as she moans her mindless bliss.
My ears are ringing and my head’s buzzing but I grab her, stand her up, and rip down her shorts. She gasps as I drop to my knees and bury my mouth between her legs. She wraps one thigh around my neck and I lick her fast, sucking and teasing and eating, and god, she’s amazing as she rolls her hips and pulls my hair. “Keep going,” she moans. “Oh, fuck you, Calvino, keep going you fucking bastard.”
She comes and it’s heaven, it’s perfection, as her body tenses and spasms and her head tilts back, her eyes rolled skyward, wordless moans on her lips. I lap her up and growl through it, and when she’s done, I pat her ass and stand to hug her tight and kiss her. “Good girl,” I whisper, biting her lip. “Very good.”
“Is this how it’s going to be then?” she asks, blinking rapidly. “Every time I make a mistake you’re going to do that?”
“Make you suck my cock? That’s right. I think it’s a fair punishment.”
“Not exactly a good deterrent.”
I laugh gently and smack her ass hard then squeeze it tight. Fuck, she is firm and gorgeous, and I feel myself stirring already.
“Get yourself dressed and back on the floor,” I whisper, kissing her neck. “Tomorrow we’re going to the Sandtrap to meet my family.”
“You’re so romantic. You drag me into a back room and do that to me, and now it’s all business again.”
“Don’t pretend like this is anything but business, little Gracie.” I bite her shoulder and help tug up her shorts. I bite her lower lip and look into her eyes. “But business can feel good sometimes.”
She shakes her head and pushes past me. She grabs the fallen tray and disappears back out into the club.
I watch her go, pulse hammering in my neck, and a deep unease fills my bones.
Chapter 12
Grace
The massive white and tan gates slowly slide back to reveal a curving stone driveway that leads up to a fountain and a massive white house with dozens of windows, huge columns, and the ocean spreading out beyond it.
“Welcome to the Sandtrap,” Calvino says with a slight smile as the driver parks the car out front and kills the engine.
“Holy crap,” I manage to say. Calvino laughs and gets out and I have to hurry to keep up as he strides to the front door. I don’t have time to process the overwhelming absurdity of the place—all the wealth and power and prestige it must take to buy a freaking mansion on the coast of California and the balls it takes to flaunt that money so blatantly.
A girl’s waiting at the top of the main steps. She’s got long, dark hair, thick dark lashes, and a big grin as she throws her hands up in the air. She’s extremely pretty—and I can see the slight family resemblance to Calvino and Vince.
“There he is, the man himself.” She grins and gives her brother a quick hug. “I’m not going to lie to you, Cal, I didn’t think you’d show.”
“What, and never hear the end of it from you and Susi? Where is she, anyway?”
“Getting drinks out back with Charlie. Hello, you must be Grace.” She shakes my hand with a wide, confident smile, and brushes her hair from her face when the wind picks up. She’s wearing simple white shorts and a light blue top that makes her tan skin practically shimmer in the late-morning sunlight. “I’m Rella, Cal’s oldest little sister.”
“Nice to meet you,” I say and suddenly feel a stone lodge itself in my throat. Is this what his entire family looks like? Calvino and Vince are both handsome enough to be male models, but I figured the other kids might’ve gotten normal genes—but apparently not, because Rella’s absolutely gorgeous. She has a down-to-earth vibe about her, like although she’s standing in the doorway of a twenty-million-dollar home, she’s just another girl greeting her brother’s girlfriend.