Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 76501 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76501 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
“I thought we were working toward that.” I stand in front of her and force her chin up. I make her look me in the fucking eyes. “I guess I was wrong.”
“What now, huh? Are you going to hit me?”
“Yes. I am.”
She trembles slightly and closes her eyes. “Then do it, big man. Get it over with.”
I almost groan. I want to scream and rage at her. How can she think I’d slap her around like this? Like I’d beat her as if I’m some scumbag junkie, mad at the world and taking it out on my girl? She has such a low opinion of me and it breaks my goddamn heart.
“Turn over.”
Her eyes snap up. “Excuse me?”
“I’m not going to give you a black eye. I won’t slap you around. I won’t punch you. That’s not the kind of man I am, flower. But I will spank you. Now, turn around.”
“Spank me? Hold on, you won’t—”
I grab her hair and pull it tightly. She gasps in shock as I bury her mouth with mine. I kiss her hard and bite her lip, hating her right now, so angry with her for having such a low opinion of me, but happy she’s back and she’s safe, happy she’s here with me in my room again.
When I woke up and found her side of the bed was empty, I panicked. I thought I’d lost her forever. I didn’t know what to do, at least until Yiannis called and told me he was in the process of catching her and bringing her home. That sharpened my mind and gave me some focus, but now I feel myself slipping again.
She moans into my kiss. She returns it, she always fucking returns it. I pull her hair tighter before rolling her around and pinning her face down on the bed. She gasps as I yank her sweats off, revealing her lacy panties. Those come off too until her beautiful bare ass is exposed for me.
“I know you think you need to get away. You think that you can’t have a life with me. But you’re wrong.” I grip her hair and she’s not struggling as I stroke her sensitive skin, down between her thighs and back up. My fingers brush against her pussy lips and she’s dripping wet, pooling heat down there. “You don’t have to run.”
“You don’t understand,” she whispers.
“You think I’m a thug. You think I’m a murdering bastard. Yes, I killed your Perico, but I didn’t kill you, and I had nothing to do with your father and your brother. You want to know the truth, flower?” I lean down and whisper in her ear, “We didn’t plant that bomb.”
“What?” she asks, but her words crumble into pained whimpers as I bring my hand down hard on her ass.
I spank her one. A sharp, quick crack. Then again, and again. I spank her five times in total, leaving a nice red mark on her lovely, unblemished skin. She groans, wiggling her hips, and I release a soft growl.
“That’s right. My father took credit for the killing, but he wasn’t the one that planted the bomb.”
“How? How do you know that for sure?”
I spank her again and pull her hair. This time, I sink my fingers between her legs, teasing apart her wet cunt.
“He told me.”
I plunge my fingers inside and fuck her with them. She gasps, back arching. I give her pleasure like that to counteract the pain, but before she can truly enjoy what I’m doing, I stop and spank her again, nice and hard.
She moans, eyes fluttering open and closed. “I don’t believe you,” she moans. “You fucking bastard. I don’t believe you.”
I grip her hair tighter. “He had to tell me the truth before he sent me in there to kill you. I had to know that there was no backup, there were no Valverde men working on the inside, that I’d be alone behind enemy lines and I couldn’t fuck it up. He told me the truth and now I’m telling you, flower. We didn’t kill your father or your brothers, and I don’t know who did.”
I spank her again and fuck her with my fingers. She’s gasping, rolling her hips. There are tears in her eyes and they roll down her cheeks. I keep going, hitting that fleshy nub deep between her legs and she starts to quiver, her skin flushed, her ass raw from my punishment. I spank her one more time, but now she’s had enough pain, and I focus on pleasing her, on giving her what she needs. I spread her wide and lick her from behind, lapping her up, drinking her down, making her mine. Her hands grab the sheets and her arms stretch out as her hips come up, inviting me and lovely, and I lick and suck and work her clit from behind until she’s gasping my name, over and over again.