Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 21649 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 108(@200wpm)___ 87(@250wpm)___ 72(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21649 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 108(@200wpm)___ 87(@250wpm)___ 72(@300wpm)
She turns to look at me, her eyes searching mine. “Thank you for sharing this with me.”
I reach for her hand and bring it to my mouth. A shiver runs through her as I run my tongue along her soft skin. “You don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with. Whatever happens or doesn’t happen tonight depends on you.”
She swallows, holding my gaze. As I watch, the emotion shining from her eyes shifts from fear to desire, and she sighs. “Okay.”
I order us drinks and pull her against my side. “Why don’t we relax and have a drink and see where things go?”
“I’d like that.” She melts against me.
As the evening unfolds, we talk, laugh, and fall into comfortable silences, observing the scenes around us. Michela’s initial nervousness gives way to curiosity and understanding. Seeing her embrace this new experience makes me realize just how fucking perfect she is.
“What do you think?” I ask her softly, brushing a stray hair behind her ear.
“I think I want to try this with you one day,” she says, her smile curious. She signals toward the woman suspended by ropes in the middle of the exhibition room. “But could we start off slowly? You know, in the beginners’ room until I get more experience?”
I already figured she was a goddamn virgin with Lorenzo’s goons always watching her. No other man has been crazy enough to take on her brother—except me.
Hearing her confirm my suspicion sends all the blood in my body straight to my cock. “You’re so goddamn perfect.”
“Before you say that, I have a confession.” She bites her juicy bottom lip. “I took the job here in Silver Spoon Falls because you’re here.” My little kitten stares bravely into my eyes. “I’ve been in love with you for as long as I can remember.” I blink several times, completely shocked at her admission. “You weren’t coming back to New York, so I came to you. I didn’t tell you this when you told me you love me because I was in shock. I needed time to process everything.”
Knowing she’s been in love with me for years makes me regret all the wasted time. “And now you’re ready to believe me?”
“I do believe you.” She looks up, her eyes meeting mine with an intensity I’ve never seen from him before. “And I want us more than anything in the world.”
“I’m the luckiest motherfucker in the world.” I drag her close and cover her lips with mine. As our tongues tangle, I pour everything I feel for her into my kiss. When I pull back, I lay my forehead against hers. “I love you, too, kitten, and I thank my lucky stars you had more courage than I did. I knew something was missing, but I was too goddamn stubborn and afraid to figure out what it was. Until you came strolling back into my life, I wasn’t truly living. I was just treading water.”
“Wow.” She lays her head against my shoulder. “Please pinch me because I’m pretty sure I’m dreaming.”
“Don’t worry, you aren’t dreaming. This couldn’t be any more real,” I assure her.
In this exclusive, elegant corner of the world, surrounded by the quiet hum of subdued conversation and the soft gleam of candlelight, I know we’re taking a significant step together. The night stretches ahead, full of promise and discovery, and for a moment, everything feels perfectly aligned.
Chapter 6
Michela
The hum of bass-infused music reverberates through my body as Ryan's hand guides me away from the center of the room. The rope display was… intense. Every knot, every twist left me breathless, entrenched in a world where trust and surrender intermingle. But now, that moment is behind us, or rather, part of the journey we're taking tonight.
Ryan leans in close, his breath warm against my ear. "I want to show you the rest of the club."
"Okay," I agree, nodding, my voice barely above a whisper. I'm not sure he can hear me over the music, but he smiles, squeezing my hand gently. His eyes glint with reassurance, a stark contrast to the dark anticipation I feel bubbling inside me.
As we move through the crowd, the maze of rooms and hidden corners unfurls like an intricate map of secrets. Each space holds a different energy. One room is filled with laughter and playful banter, while another is imbued with an air of reverence and focused intensity. My senses are heightened, absorbing every detail.
Ryan leads me to a quieter section of the club. There, a tall, impeccably dressed man stands exuding authority and a sense of calm control.
“This is Roman Sterling,” Ryan introduces him, and I instantly recognize the billionaire’s name. “Roman, this is Michela.”
Roman's gaze is sharp but welcoming. "I've heard a lot about you, Michela," he says. "How do you like the club?"
I swallow, trying to gather my thoughts. "It's… incredible. Unlike anything I've ever experienced."