Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 36221 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 181(@200wpm)___ 145(@250wpm)___ 121(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36221 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 181(@200wpm)___ 145(@250wpm)___ 121(@300wpm)
My breasts grow heavier as I start to get wet, causing the silky panties Leone had gotten me to stick to the lips of my sex. I try to play it cool by not wiggling around in my seat. My teeth sink into my bottom lip when finally his fingers are there, brushing against them.
It would be so easy for him to pull them to the side and give me the release that I want to scream for. How does Leone seem so calm? He continues to carry on a whole conversation while he’s driving me insane. I can’t even focus on what he’s saying. I drop my head back and close my eyes. What is happening? I can’t even process it. It’s so fast, but then something inside me says it’s been a long time coming. I’ve been waiting for this man even if I didn’t realize it.
Just when I think I can’t take anymore, Leone slips his fingers into my panties, brushing right past my clit to grab the other side.
“What are you–” I’m cut off when he yanks them. The sound of the material giving way fills the inside of the SUV. He tosses them away before unclicking my seatbelt and grabbing my thigh closest to him to spread them apart more. My whole body shifts to the side, and the next thing I know, Leone’s face is buried between my thighs.
With nothing between us anymore, he goes straight for my clit, licking and sucking, demanding my orgasm. It hits me hard. I scream out his name as my body bucks and shakes before I collapse against the door.
Leone kisses the inside of each of my thighs before he sits back up, licking his lips. He looks like the cat that got the cream. As I come down from my orgasm high, I jerk to sit up straighter. My eyes go to the driver’s seat.
“Oh goodness.” I sigh in relief when I see it’s empty and we’re actually back at Leone’s.
“You think I would let our driver see or hear you come?”
“I didn’t think so, but that was intense.” I blow out a breath.
“It’s always intense when my hands are on you.” His words warm me. “Now are you going to tell me why you were pretending to be perfect? Don’t get me wrong, you truly are in my eyes, but something was wrong, and I want to know what it is.”
“I’m not one of your men. You can’t boss me around.” I huff and wiggle my dress back down.
“You want to try that again, little one?” He cocks his head to the side. “I can get it out of you, but I’d much rather you gave it to me.”
“How could you get it out of me?” His hand starts to trail up my leg again. “This time I won’t let you come until you tell me.” My mouth falls open. That sounds horrible.
“You’d do that to me?”
“Shit, don’t give me those kitten eyes.” He grabs me, pulling me into his lap. “Tell me.” He nuzzles my neck. My resolve crumbles immediately.
“I got scared.” I blow out a breath, throwing Xanny’s advice about men and keeping them on the hook out the window. “When you said you were going to take me home, I thought you meant you were going to drop me off at the trailer. I mean you can’t ‘cause Bentley, but–”
“You’re not going anywhere. Thought I made that real clear.” He nips at my neck.
“I don’t want to go there either,” I admit.
“See how easy that was?” He really does make it sound so easy, but it’s not. At least not for me.
“But later when you fix this and my debt is paid? Then it will–”
He cuts me off again. “Don’t make me burn that fucking trailer to the ground, little one. Because I’ll do it.” I snort a laugh.
He lifts his head from my neck. “I’m not joking.”
“I know.” I close the space between us, claiming his mouth in a kiss. Leone should be careful. He might get more than he bargained for. All of me. Forever.
13
LEONE
The trailer looks even shoddier in the evening light. Some other similar homes nearby have music or the yells of children reverberating through them, but this one is silent, the door still halfway off its hinges and swinging in a light breeze.
I can tell some people have been through it since the day before, a few belongings strewn through the high grass and various windows already busted out. I’m glad I left Zoey at home with Madge. She doesn’t need to see this.
Stepping from my car, I scan the area but don’t see anything unusual. Only a stray dog wandering between the trailers, probably looking for scraps.
Climbing the stairs, I step over a few more belongings–mostly clothing and a few kitchen odds and ends. The refrigerator is missing, and someone already scrawled their tag in spray paint on the front wall.