Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 82332 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82332 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
I slide into the booth beside her. She gasps and scrambles to scoot over for me. “A gorgeous woman like you doesn’t sit in a dark corner all alone.” I purposefully lower my voice and speak close to her ear. She lets out this sweet little shiver that somehow makes me feel alive. I get the distinct impression that she’s not experienced or on the prowl. I think she’s here to spread her wings and get a taste of the wild side. I’m cool with that. If she wants to treat me as her fuck toy and show her the night of her life. I’ll play along. When I’m done with her, she’ll know she’s had hold of a man.
“What are you doing?” she asks sounding panicked. I don’t fight the grin on my face. She really is delicious.
“That depends,” I hedge.
“On what?” The sweet, pink tip of her tongue comes out to rub against her bottom lip. I’m suddenly desperate to do whatever I need to—just so I can see more of that tongue. This little morsel can wind me up more than I can remember a woman ever doing before.
“How old are you, bella?”
“My name’s not Bella.”
I don’t correct her that bella means beautiful. Her cheeks are already bright pink. If she gets anymore embarrassed, she might burst into flames.
“Okay, let’s try this, then. How old are you and what’s your name?”
“Uh…twenty-four.”
I almost wince. I prefer dealing with older women, but I’m suddenly regretting that decision. I’m thirteen years her senior, but the thought of having her tight, young pussy wrapped around me while she’s riding me while I’m spanking her ass, has me hard as fucking nails.
“And your name?”
“Lina.”
“Lina,” I breathe. “Breathtaking. like you.”
“You think I’m pretty?” she asks, clearly surprised.
I have no idea why. She’s fucking drop-dead gorgeous. I’m sure I’m not the first guy to tell her that. Still, I like that she’s not full of herself. It’s refreshing. Most of the women I deal with know they have what attracts a man and don’t hesitate to use it. So far, little Lina is surprising as hell—and that’s a very good thing.
“Cara, seriously. You’re the type of woman to make a man trade his soul to have just a taste.”
She shifts in her seat, and I breathe deep. She’s aroused. Is her pussy bare? Is it coated with her cream, waiting for me to taste her. Finally, she looks at me, revealing the hunger in her eyes. The eye contact is way too fleeting to suit me, but she wants me. I have a feeling she’ll give me whatever I want. “Would you?” she asks. It takes me a minute to remember what I said.
“Sell my soul?”
“Yeah,” she puffs out, making it seem like her breathing is ragged.
“My soul is not in the best of shape, so I’m not sure of the value.”
“Oh…”
“But I’d lie, cheat, and steal to get a taste of you.”
“Cheat?” she questions. “You’re in a relationship?”
“Would it bother you if I were?”
“We’re just talking,” she points out.
“We’re doing a lot more than talking here, Lina.”
“We are?”
“Let’s stop beating around the bush, cara. We both know we’re going to do a hell of a lot more than talk. Before the night is done, the only talking you’ll be doing is screaming out my name as I ride your sweet, little body into heaven.”
“You’re Italian,” she counters.
“Yes.”
“I thought…I thought you were an American.”
“I’m a bit of both. Is that a problem?”
“No, just interesting.”
“I’m more interested in finding out if you’re going to go upstairs with me.”
“We don’t know one another.”
“Then go upstairs and I’ll show you everything you want to know about me and more,” I promise.
I refuse to admit I’m anxious to see if she’s going to agree. If she doesn’t, there are other women here.
But fuck if it’s not her I want.
melina
Oh, shit. What am I doing?
My father was talking to my brothers at dinner. They were all ignoring me—which is nothing unusual. I listened, though. I was hoping to find out when their next meeting was. I knew it would be much easier to leave if they were all occupied for a while. I not only found out they were all flying to America tonight, but I also discovered something else. My father asked my brother, Marco, if he had the security detail follow DeLuca after he stomped off. I knew right away who DeLuca was and my heart flip-flopped in my chest. Marco answered saying the man went back to The Grand. The Grand Majesty in Athens is my father’s favorite hotel, so I’m very familiar with it.
When my father got after me for picking at my food, I told him I had a migraine and escaped to my room. It’s not like he cared. Father is happier when I’m out of his sight. Once I closed and locked my bedroom door, I packed my small backpack and waited until they all left in the family’s helicopter. The security team knew I had gone to bed early with a headache and that made it ridiculously easy to escape.