Total pages in book: 123
Estimated words: 118245 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 591(@200wpm)___ 473(@250wpm)___ 394(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 118245 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 591(@200wpm)___ 473(@250wpm)___ 394(@300wpm)
She now needed my protection more than ever. And I planned to provide it by giving her the protection of the Cavalieri name and fortune. Even now, I considered Ella my wife in all but name… something I would rectify as soon as I talked with Father Luca.
That even after I compromised her reputation by taking her virginity Ella would still sacrifice her own well-being to help her wretched sister galled me to no end. Those people didn’t deserve her unwavering loyalty.
Her hand pushed against my chest. “It’s not that simple. There are… things… you don’t know about.”
I moved my hand to clasp the side of her neck. “What things?”
She turned her head away. “Nothing. Just things.”
My jaw clenched as I used my grasp to force her head back to face me. “Ella. What. Things?”
“My father’s a capo in the Sicilian mafia.”
The tightness in my chest eased. “You really are adorable.”
Did she honestly think I didn’t know about her father?
I reached over and selected one of the warm polpettine. Holding it close to her lips, I said, “Open your mouth and swallow my ball.”
Her slender fingers wrapping around my wrist, she tried to push it away, her head pivoting to look around us. “You did not just say that so loudly!”
It was so much fun making her blush, in and out of the bedroom.
I sank my teeth into the savory ball. After chewing, I winked at her and teased, “You really should try a bite. They are very salty and there is a surprising burst of creaminess at the end.”
She covered her face and moaned from behind her hands. “Oh. My. God!”
Fuck, I loved the sound of her little moans.
Lifting my hand, I held it close to her mouth again. “My ball was probably too big to fit into your mouth. Did you want—”
Her mouth opened like a cute little baby bird as she wrapped her lips around my fingertips, then used her tongue to flick the bite into her mouth. Sucking my fingers as she pulled back, she covered her mouth with her hand as she said, “There. I tried it. Now, for the love of God, please stop talking about your balls!”
I shifted in my seat as the hand around her lower back squeezed her close. That was going to be difficult since my cock was now hard. Fuck. Just the sight of her sucking my fingers, despite the innocent intent, sent a kinky shock wave straight to my shaft.
Taboo sex was fun.
Taboo sex with an innocent, shy beauty I was forcing to accept my dominating desires was next level, mind-blowing, ecstasy.
As my hips moved, her eyes widened. She looked down at her lap where I had placed my hand between her legs, already regretting selecting pants for her to wear.
“Are you?” She leaned in further and whispered, “Are you… hard?”
“Woman, are you serious? Of course my cock is—”
She waved her flattened hand in front of my face. “Shhh, keep your voice down.”
I wrapped my hand around her neck and pulled her close until the tips of our noses almost touched. “Of course, I’m fucking hard. You just sucked my fingers.”
“I took the bite you offered!”
“Same difference.”
“You’re impossible. Let me up!”
“Not until I watch you eat another ball.”
“You can’t be serious.”
I waited her out.
With a huff, she reached for a polpettine and shoved the whole ball into her mouth. Her cheeks hollowed and her full lips puckered as she chewed it. Finally, she swallowed and said, “There. Happy?”
My gaze focused on her mouth as I thought of all the absolutely filthy things I wanted to do to it. “Not right now, but I will be later.”
She slid off my lap back onto her chair next to me, then reached for her drink. “This isn’t strong enough,” she muttered.
I chuckled. “Well, that’s all you’re getting for now. We have dinner with my family tonight. You’ll want to be sober, with your wits about you.”
“Why?”
I shrugged as I reached for a cheesy wedge of frico, lifting a long, gooey strand of cheese up to my mouth first. “My cousins and uncle will be fine. It’s the girls you need to worry about. Don’t get me wrong. They’re amazing, but they will make you work for it. I don’t think Milana and Amara will be there, but Bianca and Aunt Gabbie, who you’ve already met, will be.”
“No, I meant, why are we having dinner with them?”
I rested my forearms on the table as I studied her. “Because they want to meet you formally and because having dinner together is something that families do.”
She played with a button on the coat, twirling it around and around. “Do I have to meet them?”
“No, but it will probably get awkward in the hallways and at the breakfast table tomorrow if you don't.”
“I just don’t see the point in doing a big formal introduction if I’m leaving for Sicily as soon as possible.”