Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 94048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 313(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 313(@300wpm)
I laugh, because damn it, that’s fucked up and funny. “Same is not an appropriate response when someone confesses like that.”
“I mean, I love you too, you big dumb idiot. Why do you think I’m wolfing down a whole cow in the middle of the morning?” She kisses me again, and she laughs, which makes me laugh, and it’s almost like we’re not in a terrible, desperate situation.
I almost miss the car when it passes a second time. I would’ve if it weren’t for the driver. He slows and stares as he rolls along, and the second I glance over at him, he quickly steps on the gas and hurries away. That reaction has my alarm bells screaming. It’s a nondescript car, the sort of black sedan that’s all over the city, but I swear that’s the second time I saw it since we left the restaurant.
Which means we’re being followed.
Chapter 42
Emily
We check into a high-end boutique hotel after driving around the city for what feels like hours. Simon’s paranoid and I’m on edge, but he seems confident when he checks in under a fake name and pays in all cash. The girl working the front desk doesn’t bat an eye.
“I don’t know how they found me,” he says once we’re in the room. He’s pacing back and forth and looks like he’s going to have a heart attack. “I’ve been careful. There’s no way they found the apartment, but somehow they followed us to Vito’s place.”
“Could they have been staking him out?” I ask, sitting down on the bed. He’s still pacing back and forth, but he grunts and looks thoughtful.
“That’s possible,” he says after a few minutes. “Whoever that was could’ve been looking out for Vito, but he stumbled onto us instead. Bad luck happens sometimes.”
I get up and go to him. He seems hesitant, but I pull him into my arms. I kiss him hard and let my tongue tell him what I’m thinking about right now, because I’ve been dying to do this all day, and he needs to calm down. I move him over to the bed, push him down onto the edge, and drop to my knees.
His eyes fill with lust. I love that heavy-lidded stare like he’s barely controlling himself as I unbutton his jeans and yank them off.
“Baby, there are men trying to kill us,” he says as I stroke him up and down, feeling a fire in my belly.
“Then why are you so hard, huh?” I bite his lip and gently pull him from his briefs. His tip’s so wet with precum and he’s rock hard. I love the way he groans as I stroke him faster. “Let me take care of you.”
“Emily,” he whispers.
“Please. Let me.” I drop down and kiss his tip, licking him slightly, and he moans as I take him into my mouth. I suck him hard, using my tongue to lap around his crown, and when I hollow my cheeks, he throws his head back and grips my hair, guiding me up and down.
I suck him faster, slopping, not caring about anything but making him feel good. He needs a release, and he needs to relax, but more than that, I want to do this for him. I want him in my mouth. He tastes so fucking good, and he’s so damn hard that he’s practically throbbing against my lips, and I suck him faster, his fingers tightening in my hair. I take him deep and pull back gasping, and he buries my mouth with his.
But I push him back when he tries to drag me into his lap. I stroke him with both hands and focus on his tip with my mouth, sucking and licking and making sinful noises. “Fuck, baby,” he moans. “That feels so fucking good. I love when you suck my cock like that. Take me deep into your mouth, you filthy girl, and swallow me.”
I do as I’m told because I’m a good girl like that and he groans, finally tipping over the edge. I taste him finish on my tongue, and just like I was commanded, I swallow every drop.
He sighs and lies back on the bed. I cuddle up against him, smiling to myself. “That was a job well done,” I whisper and kiss his neck.
“Very well done,” he agrees and looks at me. His expression is much more relaxed now. “Take off your pants. Let me return the favor.”
I laugh and slap his chest. “Later. Take a break for once in your life.”
His eyes squeeze shut. “That’s not who I get to be,” he whispers and when I try to argue, he only shakes his head. “I mean it, baby, if I’m going to be the Don, that means everything will be my responsibility, and that sort of job never stops. It’ll be all day, every day. Every win, every loss, it’ll all fall at my feet. It won’t be easy.”