Total pages in book: 178
Estimated words: 170884 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 854(@200wpm)___ 684(@250wpm)___ 570(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 170884 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 854(@200wpm)___ 684(@250wpm)___ 570(@300wpm)
I walked out the door to find Lexi standing on the street corner shivering but waiting. And my heart grew a size.
No. I didn’t deserve her, but that didn’t mean I was ever going to give her up.
When I made it across, I wrapped a heavy arm around her and rubbed her frigid skin, frowning. “You’re freezing.”
Her teeth chattered when she gazed up at me, her eyes full of concern, and she asked, “Are you okay?”
No. “Yeah.”
I wasn’t.
But I would be.
***
Lexi
He was in a mood, and I didn’t blame him.
This morning had been tense, to say the least, especially when A.J. decided to tell his dad how great his Uncle Zep and Nonno Tony are, about the gifts they bought him, showing Twitch the gold chain and crucifix he was given, how they told him all about his family back in America and Italy. Our son, not even remotely sensing the stress in his father because his excitement was on overload, went on, and on, and on about the two men across the street, while Twitch sipped his coffee in complete silence.
And past experience had taught me that a silent Twitch was a dangerous Twitch.
He got inside his head. He overanalyzed. He drove himself mad. I knew this from our time spent together so long ago. So I did what I felt I needed to do to snap him out of it.
The house was empty and silent apart from the running shower, and when I moved inside the steaming bathroom, I sat on the closed toilet lid. My heated gaze roamed his body through the frosted glass, and reaching up, I put my fingers to the button and pushed.
“Ah, fuck!” came from inside the shower as the water heated then ran cold when the toilet flushed.
The frosted door swung open, and the gloriously naked man set a glower on me that was so vicious my entire body blazed, my pussy clenching in eagerness.
“What the fuck, Lexi?” he growled, and when I lifted my fingers slowly to the button, his glare intensified and his jaw set. “Don’t do it.” The moment my fingers touched the button, his hand came up and he pointed at me. “You do it, you’ll pay, baby. Mark me.”
I know.
A shudder visibly escaped me, and I bit my lip, watching as Twitch’s eyes flashed.
I grinned internally.
He’d caught on.
Looking him deep in the eyes, I hit the button, the flush sounded, and just as he let out a harsh snarl, I jumped up and ran out of the bathroom as fast as I could. The shower was turned off, and I heard the frosted door slam, but my legs weren’t as long as his and he caught up to me in the hallway. The second he grabbed the back of my tank with a harsh hand, he yanked me backward and I slammed into his body with a gasp.
He was completely wet, completely hard, and panting harshly.
“Bitch,” he muttered fondly into my ear, and I smirked only momentarily before I forced it down again.
My nipples tightened as his hand came up to my chin and held it firmly, as I let out a hushed, “Please don’t make me do this. My husband will be home soon.”
The words were hesitant.
But oh, God, was he into it.
Twitch forced his hard cock into my hip so hard it hurt. “You think I give a fuck? I hope he does come home. Hope he sees you like this, hot for me.” He spun me around to look into his hooded gaze. “You started this; now you’re gonna finish it.” Putting his hands to my shoulders, he pushed roughly, and I landed at his feet in a heap, feigning concern. And he smirked cruelly as my gaze landed on his angry-looking erection. “Never had a cock this big, have you?”
I shook my head, my entire body breaking out in goose bumps.
Reaching down, he put his hand to my cheek, caressing it gently. “It’s gonna hurt when I finally take you, and you’re gonna love it because I love it.” His voice turned rough as he gripped my chin hard. “Aren’t you?”
Eyes wide in insincere fright, I nodded slowly as well as I could around his forceful grasp, swallowing hard.
“You run,” he warned smoothly, “I chase.” He looked down at me, his gaze thunderous. “And when I catch you, baby—” He sucked in air through his teeth, kneeling in the nude and running a hand over the leg of my yoga pants. “—I’ll fuck you so hard you’ll taste me in your mouth for years.” One large hand slid up to the waistband of my pants and slid inside roughly. “Now,” he spoke through gritted teeth, “let me feel how much this tight cunt wants me.”
I tried to close my legs, but he threw them open again with a grunt, and as a harsh pant escaped me, his rough fingers made contact with my panties. He kept his darkened gaze on me when he slipped his hand under the flimsy satin, and as his fingertips met my wet pussy, he released a rough breath at the very same moment my head fell back and a low whine was forced from my lips.