Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 48087 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 240(@200wpm)___ 192(@250wpm)___ 160(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48087 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 240(@200wpm)___ 192(@250wpm)___ 160(@300wpm)
I refilled my glass and downed it in one swallow. I should have gone to bed. I left my office and headed toward Liliana’s room. I waved off the man standing guard. He obeyed without a word.
I stood on the other side of the door and closed my eyes as I pictured Liliana laying in that enormous bed. She was a tiny thing, her head barely coming to the center of my chest. But where she lacked in size, she made up for in strength and fire.
Yeah… I was a sick motherfucker for opening her door.
It had been a good amount of time since she’d seen me murder Riccardo, so I was sure she was asleep by now. I hoped she was. I wanted to watch her completely at rest, at ease. I wanted to see what she looked like with no worries, with her guard down, and not realizing a monster stood over her.
I opened her door, and it swung inward silently. The room was dark aside from the slash of light coming through a part in the curtains. I could see her slight form huddled in the center of the bed, her tiny, little body covered with the duvet.
The door closed quietly, sealing her in with me.
For a moment, I just stood there and listened to her breathing, watching the rise and fall of her chest underneath the covers. I was a sick bastard. My cock was already hard, all the blood rushing to my groin at the very thought of pulling that duvet aside and having my way with her.
She’d fight me…absolutely. But I’d never force her, not in the way she probably thought. I wasn’t a fucking rapist. But her tears, her pleas for me to stop even though I knew she’d want it, those would turn me on like nothing else.
I found myself at her bedside, not even fucking realizing I’d moved. She was too still to be feigning sleep which made this encounter all the better.
I envisioned myself spreading her thighs and eating her out then rising above her and slowly sinking into her. She’d wake up full of my cock, her eyes wide from the penetration, her pretty pink mouth opening as she realized I was inside of her as she slept.
I crouched down on my haunches in front of her. A sliver of moonlight made a perfect glow across her petite face. I reached out and gently smoothed my thumb across her cheek, feeling the wetness from her nearly dried tears.
Poor little thing had undoubtedly cried herself to sleep, probably so angry that she’d gotten turned on by a predator. And I knew she’d felt that arousal as I caged her in. I’d watched her pupils dilate.
I thought about having my wicked, disgusting, dirty way with her up against that wall in the hallway. I envisioned dragging my tongue across her cheeks as she cried, chasing the salty flavor of her tears.
Fuck, I did just that.
My face was so close to hers now that I felt the warm sensation of her breath on my cheek with every exhalation.
Liliana was sound asleep, her face relaxed and showing how vulnerable and innocent she was. In this state, she didn’t look like the little wildcat I had experienced. She looked like the world could eat her up and spit her out.
I closed my eyes and inhaled deep, my nose close to her cheek as I took in her scent. I couldn’t help myself as I let the tip of my tongue slide over her silky-smooth flesh. I traced the apple shape of her cheek, moved over her jawline, and finally licked at the shape of her lips.
Fuck, she tasted good.
I lapped her lips as she slept, the perverted side of me so fucking hard that my cock was throbbing behind my slacks. I wanted to slip my tongue inside and memorize the flavor and feel of her.
But I forced myself to pull back.
Although somnophilia had its erotic appeal, when I had her, it would be when she was willing in all ways.
She’d be awake and conscious and look at me right in the eyes the first time I took every single part of her for myself.
I stood, and with one last lingering glance at her, I left the room, motioned for the guard to come back and went right to my bathroom.
I told myself she was a means to an end.
A scratch that needed to be itched.
But in just the short time I kept Liliana locked away—like my pretty bird in a cage—I wasn’t so sure I’d be able to let her go.
I ended the night with jerking off to thoughts of my sweet, little prisoner…and coming harder than I ever fucking had.
Chapter 8
Liliana
Days had passed since the hallway encounter where I’d seen Matteo shoot a man dead right in front of me.