Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 78827 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78827 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Her eyebrows shoot up, and she watches with fascination as I grow to my full length and width.
“Fuck,” I groan, and nothing in this world can prepare me for what’s next.
Tess settles between my thighs, then her lips part, and she takes me as deep as she can into her mouth.
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
Mother of God.
A pleasure-filled groan rumbles from me. I reach for her hair, pull out the pins keeping the curls trapped, and toss them to the floor.
“That’s it, moró mou,” I praise her.
Her head bobs up and down, her tongue twirling around the sensitive head.
“Jesus. Suck harder,” I order.
As if greedy for the knowledge of how to satisfy me, Tess obeys, her gaze lifting to my face.
I watch myself get sucked into her mouth and almost shoot my load at the sight of her sparkling eyes and her lips wrapped tightly around my cock.
Holy fuck.
She fucking wins again as she obliterates my self-restraint. My fingers fist in her soft hair, and I force her to take all of me as I thrust up, our eyes locked. Her throat clamps around my cock, resisting the intrusion, and it’s fucking nirvana.
She gags and tears up, but she takes all of me like a good girl.
“Jesus, Tess,” I groan, my thrusts growing relentless. Her teeth come out to play, scraping over every sensitive inch of me, and I’m done for. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” My body tenses right before a powerful orgasm surges through me, melting my muscles from my bones and draining me of all my strength.
Tess swallows every drop then sets me free as she sits up between my thighs. With a pat on my thigh, she smiles. “Tess; two. Nikolas; One. You’ll have to up your game.”
Scooting off the bed, and with her sexy ass on full display, the little minx walks into the bathroom. “Thank you for turning on the shower for me.” Then the door slams shut behind her.
An impressed grin forms around my mouth. She’s really upped her game.
I thought I knew Tess, that I had her all figured out, but I was wrong. I don’t even think Tess knows what she’s fully capable of.
It’s going to be fun seeing her become a mafia queen.
Just as fascinated as Tess was with me growing hard for her, I find myself following her every movement as she settles into my space.
Her scent hangs in the air, making the place feel like home for the first time since I purchased it.
I lean my shoulder against the wall, crossing my arms over my chest. After showering, I only put on a pair of sweatpants. Tess seems to like this, seeing as her eyes keep darting to my abs.
She rearranges her side of the closet, not that there’s much to move around.
Which reminds me.
“How much did you donate?”
Tess shrugs. “Thirty thousand.”
Jesus.
“And the rest?”
“I placed fifteen thousand in a savings account for my mom.” She pauses, a frown forming on her forehead, then she scowls at me. “Did you threaten my mom not to tell me you’d be at the altar?”
It’s my turn to shrug. “Unlike you, other people actually listen to me when I give an order.”
“Asshole,” she mutters, turning her attention back to her clothes.
“You’ll stop calling me that.” My tone is unforgiving, so she’ll know I’m dead serious.
Tess turns to face me. “Why? You don’t get to ruin my life and then demand respect from me.”
Closing the distance between us, I take hold of her jaw, tilting her head back so she’ll look up at me. It’s a power move. “Just what did I ruin, Theresa? You can still study, still pursue a career as a producer, still see your mother and friends. What is it that I ruined?”
Doubt flashes through her eyes. “You forced me–”
“I didn’t see a gun to your head when you willingly said I do.” Leaning down until our breaths mingle, I add, “I didn’t hear the word no before I sunk balls deep inside you.” My lips brush against hers. “Instead, you fucking moaned and begged for my cock.”
Irritation tightens her features because she knows I’m right.
“Tess; two. Nikolas; two. We’re even again,” I taunt her, rubbing the pad of my thumb over her bottom lip. “Christ, I love this game.”
“My life isn’t a game,” she grinds out between clenched teeth.
“You’re the one who started it, Theresa. Next time you’ll think twice before going up against me.”
Pulling her jaw free from my hold, she glares at me. “Remember to sleep with one eye open.”
I chuckle as she shoves past me. My eyes fall on her meager collection of clothing. “Tomorrow, you’ll fill this closet with items fit for a queen.”
When I walk into the bedroom, Tess turns her back to me, snuggling into the covers as she tries to find a comfortable spot in the foreign bed.