Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 88936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 445(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 445(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
I watched as he ran his hand over his mussed locks. I’d grown fond of burying my hands in it when his mouth was between my legs.
I needed a clear head. Don’t think about his hair and sex.
“They were the main reason I took you,” he said, snapping me out of my sexual thoughts.
“The family?”
“Yeah. My father—he’s not the boss, but he is in charge of the Georgia branch of the family. I, uh, showed some lack of restraint where you were concerned, and with the Dancastles being linked to you and us having to handle the drug trafficking before the Feds did, that wasn’t a distraction he’d allow me to have. He was going to order me to stay away from you.” He paused. “And I couldn’t do that.”
My head was swimming. More information that he’d failed to share with me. What else did I not know? Were the Feds even a threat to me?
“You abducted me because of the Mafia. Your dad. Not because I was in danger.”
“No—yes—fuck!”
He looked so torn that I almost went to wrap my arms around him to tell him it didn’t matter. But I caught myself. It did matter.
“Which is it?” I demanded.
His eyes met mine. “I don’t know how much the Feds know about you, but they do know about your and your father’s connection to Merce. The Dancastles will use whoever they have to in order to save their asses. But I could have protected you from either of them without ever leaving Georgia. What I couldn’t stop was my father taking you from me, and I … I wasn’t going to let that happen.”
I stared at him. How was I supposed to feel? He had lied—kind of—again. I was here because he hadn’t been willing to stay away from me. He wanted me so much that he’d kidnapped me and run off. From the Mafia. From his father.
It wasn’t a sane response, but then again, I was that important to him. I’d not been important to Merce, and we’d been together for eight months. Sebastian had defied the Mafia to keep me. There was a lot of warm, gooey, tingly things happening right now that I knew shouldn’t be. The lying thing and he had taken me somewhere without my permission.
He had gone to a whole lot of trouble to get me here. Just to …
“This was all because you didn’t want to stay away from me?”
His eyes were dark pools, filled with a lurking danger, I knew I should be wary of, possibly run from. But the pleading and … love—those were what trumped everything else. He hadn’t told me he loved me with words, but his actions had said it. Didn’t they?
“Yes.”
One simple word. No other excuses.
“Was it worth it?” I asked, but I really meant, Was I worth it?
“Absolutely.”
This was not how healthy relationships were built, but then when had I ever witnessed one to know what it looked like? What I did know was that I needed him. I ached to belong to him. To never have to leave his side.
I closed the space between us and went on my tiptoes, grabbing his face and pressing my mouth to his. There was a franticness churning inside me. Fear of what all would change when we left here. His hands closed around my waist, and he picked me up to carry me to the counter and set me down.
My hands went to his shirt, and I started to unbutton it as our tongues tangled together. My urgency became a form of madness. When I got the last button undone, I shoved his shirt off his wide shoulders, and he helped by pulling it free of his arms and dropping it to the ground.
“What is it you need, baby?” he asked, breaking the kiss to pull the sweater I was wearing over my head. “You need my cock? Is that it?”
I nodded, my hands going to his jeans. Off. I wanted it all off.
“Damn, baby,” he groaned. “As much as I want to bend you over that table and fuck you, I’m worried about where this is coming from.”
I opened his jeans and looked up at him. “What do you mean? I always want you inside me.”
He lifted one side of my hips to tug my leggings down, along with my panties, then the other side.
“Yeah, but not normally when we are having a serious conversation,” he said, reaching down to take my bottoms down my legs.
“Sebastian, I want you to fuck me. Hard. I want to feel your cum inside me.”
His eyes heated as I talked.
“Take off your jeans and fuck me like you’re punishing me.”
“Fuck,” he hissed and shoved his jeans down, then stepped out of them and his boxers. “Come here.” His tone was dark and demanding.