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)
“Just remember what I said.” Vince takes a long drink from his glass and I can feel his eyes staring at me in the reflection in the window like he’s wondering if I’m about to try to stab him in the back.
Paranoid bastard. He has no clue what he’s talking about, and even though he’s way off on the details, he clearly senses that something’s brewing under his nose. Between what he said to Grace and this little warning, I’m fairly certain he’s going to keep us both under tight surveillance.
Which means there’s nothing we can do, for now at least.
I finish my drink in two big swallows, put my glass down on the bar, and leave. I’m shaken, and Grace is waiting for me at home, and there’s nothing I can do now but hope that Rella is on my side and Vince isn’t too far gone that he’s going to do something drastic.
Chapter 22
Grace
Calvino comes home and finds me mid-shower. The bathroom door opens as water drips off my skin and I stare at him through the fogged glass shower stall and he looks back at me with pure desire in his eyes.
Ever since that first night, we haven’t been able to keep our hands to ourselves and it’s like a constant pulse beating between my legs, my desire for him, my need for him, and I rinse soap off my skin as he slowly unbuttons his shirt, takes off his pants and opens the stall door.
I press myself against the tile wall. He steps toward me, head tilted to the side, and pauses beneath the falling hot water. The rain-like showerhead drenches him and he smiles, brushing his dark hair back, his eyes moving down my naked, dripping body, and he smirks with a shocking hunger, his cock already thick and half-hard.
“Hello, little thief,” he says quietly.
“Calvino. Is this how things are now? You can just come into my shower whenever you want?”
“You’re damn right I can. Are you complaining?”
“Only if you’ll punish me for it.”
He laughs softly, low and throaty, and steps forward from beneath the water. I tilt my chin up as he grips my hair, already wet from washing, and pulls my lips against his.
I whimper as we kiss nice and slow. I reach down to stroke his cock and find him hard enough to shatter stone, like the mere touch of our tongues is enough to drive him into pure animal mode.
I feel a sharp thrill in my gut as I roll my hands up and down his thick tip and along his vein-covered shaft, and a deep growl escapes his throat as I kiss him and bite his lip, and he palms my breasts and teases my wet nipples. I love how aroused I make him, how looking at my naked body drives him absolutely wild, like he can’t control himself just because he likes my hips and my breasts and my mouth.
It’s all too much. I know I should keep my head on straight and I’m far from safe, but he makes me feel special, like I’m the goddess locked deep inside of his heart, and every time he fucks me, he releases me into the world.
I groan as he kisses my neck and pins me against the wall. The shower’s easily big enough for five people, and we take advantage of all the space. He drops to his knees and spreads my legs as he lovingly kisses my stomach, my inner thighs, and licks along my slit, sucking on my clit, sliding his tongue deep inside before coming back out. He grips my ass and shoves me harder against his mouth and I gasp in surprise, my shoulders leaning back against the cool tiles as I run my fingers through his damp hair.
“I love it when you do this to me,” I moan softly. “God, it feels so good. It’s like you want to devour me and leave me destroyed and mindless. Is that what you’re trying to do? Are you trying to kill me, Calvino?”
“I’m trying to make you mine. And I’m trying to ruin you, though only because you like it. You’re no good to me dead. I want you warm and moaning.” He smacks my ass lightly and licks my clit just right. I gasp as he slides two fingers inside and begins to stroke them in and out. “I want you in my bed, legs spread, mouth open, ready to please me however I need. I want you drenched in sweat from riding my cock and coming over and over. I crave you on your hands and knees, your beautiful ass in the air, your lovely pussy dripping. I live for this, Grace. I live for you.”
I gasp as he stands and I throw myself at him, tasting my pussy on his lips, licking it off with my tongue, and I kiss him wildly. He hefts me up like I’m nothing and pins me against the wall, slowly lowering me down just enough to slide onto his cock. His arms are bristling with muscles, and I grip my hands behind his neck as he pulses into me, lowering me down onto his shaft and back up. I’m so slick and soaked that he slides into me like it’s nothing, piercing me, filling me.