Series: The Rossi Crime Family Series by J.L. Beck
Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 67931 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67931 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
I clench my fist. This fucker thinks he’s sneaky. Has he forgotten I know him—far more than anyone else? That he can’t fool me?
“What do you want, Xander?”
He chuckles. “I can’t simply call you and have a conversation? I do miss you little brother. It’s probably time we catch up.”
“Don’t pretend you have any emotions, Xander. We both know better, and I’d much rather discuss this over the phone…so just tell me what you want.”
“This isn’t something we can discuss over the phone. I’m afraid I’ll need to see you and Keira in the flesh. So please don't make this a hassle, dear ol’ brother. Meet me tomorrow at the Rossi Mansion. I assume you still know where that is?”
“Yes, we’ll be there. And, Xander, if you ever lay a finger on my property again, I will gut you like a fish,” I growl and hang up the phone, trying to forget my fucking brother and think about nothing besides the goddess lying in my bed.
There's no saying what will happen tomorrow—or what my brother will do to her…or me. I've seen his darkness, tasted it even, but I don’t want Keira to see it.
I’m distracted from my thoughts when she sits up, her eyes boring into mine. She looks at me like she wants to say something but instead she stands in front of me. Grabbing the hem of her shirt, she pulls it over her head. Then she reaches behind and undoes her bra. I’m so mesmerized that I just stand there and watch her. Her nice perky tits are free now, and her nipples are pointing at me.
I’ve seen a lot of girls take their clothes off. I own a fucking strip club for God’s sake. But this has to be the sexiest fucking striptee I’ve ever seen. Her eyes never leave mine. She is completely fixated on me while she slowly undoes her pants and pulls them down, taking her panties with them.
“I want you tonight. I want you to fuck me,” she mutters, standing in front of me completely naked now.
“Who knows what’s going to happen tomorrow. It’s not set in stone, and after everything, I don’t want to waste any more time.”
Everything she says is true, but that doesn’t mean I want to admit it.
“I’ll protect you tomorrow and any other fucking day of the year. That’s what’s going to happen. As for the future, we’ll take it one step at a time.”
I keep a small amount of distance between us, afraid that if I get too close, I'll swallow her whole. She’s mouthwatering, and I want to possess her, own her, but not under these circumstances. I don’t want her to do this because she is scared.
“I don’t care. I still want you. I want it to be you.” She takes a step toward me and starts unbuttoning my shirt.
Her hands are a little shaky, but she has a smile on her face. She is nervous, but not scared of me. She knows I won’t hurt her. Still, I feel the need to say it out loud.
“We’ll go slow. I’ll try not to hurt you, and if you ever want me to stop, just say the words and I will.” I push a few strands of hair from her face as she gets done unbuttoning my shirt. She shoves it off my shoulders and lets it fall to the floor.
“But know we don't have to do this. We don't have to do anything today.”
Her cheeks a soft pink, and her eyes filled with arousal and excitement, she whispers, “Shut up and kiss me.”
I’m not used to following commands, but I am willing to make an exception today, and I obey. Leaning down, I press my lips to hers. She is close enough now that her pebbled nipples rub against my bare chest. There is no other feeling like her body against mine. My cock springs to life in response—so ready to finally be inside her.
It’s caught between us, pressing firmly against her flat belly. I nip at her lips, urging her to open to me. When she does, my tongue slips inside, swirling around her mouth, mingling with her tongue, tasting her.
I kiss her like that for a long time, tasting her, trailing my fingers up and down her arms. I want this to be perfect for her. I might not be able to save her from all the bad in this world, but I can give her this moment. I can make certain it’s all she ever thought it would be.
When I finally pull away, Keira is breathless. Her eyes peer up at me with adoration. I can see she feels safe in my arms, and I never want that to change. With a soft smile, I ease her onto the bed, watching her face as I do.