Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 79692 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79692 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Misty gasped against Domenico’s mouth. For a moment, she couldn’t even think of responding, stunned to find herself straddling his lap. She knew she shouldn’t be self-conscious. This was her husband, never mind if he didn’t remember her. But even so, acute embarrassment had Misty pressing her fists to his chest, a part of her instinctively wanting to push him away because things were happening too fast—-
“You taste so good, love,” Domenico groaned before deepening his kiss. And she did, better than anything he had tasted. Sweet, exciting, and strangely familiar. It was like the sensation of boarding a rollercoaster for the nth time – the thrill was familiar, but even so it never failed to excite. Again and again—-
His hunger only grew and grew the longer he kissed her, and pulling Misty closer to him, he said hoarsely, “Kiss me back, Misty.”
The sweet words had Misty closing her eyes, melting her resistance. She never could refuse Domenico when he talked to her like that. She kissed him back, her eyes closing in surrender. Her own fingers sank into his hair, savoring its familiar texture. Their tongues touched, danced, her breasts brushing against his chest. Her nipples hardened at each contact, causing her to whimper and strain against him. Under her, Domenico’s cock pulsed strongly, making Misty press her thighs closer to his. Another whimper was torn out of her as Domenico cupped her breasts.
Domenico kneaded Misty’s breasts, loving their weight. Over him, Misty was rubbing herself against his cock, making him squeeze his eyes shut at the sheer pleasure of it. Her touch felt innocent and experienced at the same time, making him wonder absently if she was still a virgin. If she was, that was it – he would never let her go. He didn’t give a fuck what that made him. All he knew was that Misty was his to taste, and he would kill any man who would dare touch her.
“Oh God, Domenico...” She moaned as he began sucking her nipple through her bunny uniform. She rocked harder against him, wanting more of the way his cock teased her clit into stiffening.
He sucked harder at her nipple, loving the way it made Misty chant his name over and over. Domenico. Domenico. Domenico. He wanted to hear her say it forever.
He lifted his head, rasping, “If you’re going to stop me, now’s the time to do it.”
Her dazed eyes met his. “W-what?”
His voice hard, he said, “Can I fuck you now?”
She shook her head, stammering, “W-we’re not yet fucking?”
Before he could answer, the elevator shuddered as if coming to life. Domenico had never moved faster in his life. As he got them both to their feet, even combing her hair with his fingers for her, only one thought was uppermost on his mind: no goddamn way would he allow anyone to see her with that look of desire in her eyes.
When the elevator doors opened, Misty was properly hidden behind him. And it was a good thing she was since the last people he wanted to see were exactly the ones who stood before him. His perfect twin brother Danilo Moretti and his father Dio, who was murderously furious.
“We had a meeting. Did you not remember that?” Dio’s contemptuous gaze didn’t miss the girl standing stiffly behind his son. “Or maybe you were too busy fucking your brains out like you always do?”
Domenico’s intention to explain about the elevator getting stuck, about the surprise he had for his father – all of it disappeared at his father’s derisive tone.
“Yes,” Domenico bit out. “It’s exactly as you say.” His tone was mocking, but inside he was cold. Why? Why did Dio keep thinking the worst about him?
Dio glanced at his other son. “I told you, Danilo. Your brother is a lost cause.” Without another word, he spun around, heading to the stairs.
Danilo shook his head. “You stubborn fool. Why didn’t you tell him?”
It didn’t surprise Domenico that his twin knew of his surprise. Aside from the family, work was the only other thing Danilo lived for. He only shrugged in answer, not wanting to risk exposing his pain with even a single word.
“I’ll try to talk to him—-”
“Don’t bother.”
But his twin only shook his head again. “You two are too stubborn.”
When Danilo followed their father to the stairs, the doors swinging shut behind him, Misty tentatively touched Domenico’s back.
He turned to her right away, but it was obvious by the way he looked at her that he had forgotten she was even around.
“Domenico—-”
Suddenly, everything about Misty reminded him of his every failure, every instance he had appeared weak and useless to his father. He said coldly, “That’s ‘sir’ to you.” The pain on her face made him want to take the words back, but he forced himself not to say anything. To walk away. To stop showing weakness, like he always ended up doing with Dio.