Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 103124 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 516(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 344(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103124 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 516(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 344(@300wpm)
This is not supposed to be a sexual arrangement.
Barely regaining the use of my legs, I move away from him to look at the woman in the mirror. Sex will only complicate this already ludicrous situation.
“I’m not wearing it for you, I’m wearing it for me,” I say, my body still flushed from coming. “I might not get a say about my fate. But I can at least walk to my sacrificial altar wearing La Perla.”
“And so my queen should.”
He grins, but it’s dark as he comes up behind me and drops a kiss on my neck. “Tonight, we’re going to the club Massimo and I own in Manhattan and I only have one particular demand.” His breath sends a warm shiver through me. “Don’t wear any panties at all.”
And with that, he vanishes just as quickly as he appeared, leaving my skin warm and my body throbbing for more.
25
Nico
I don’t know what the fuck I’m going to do with her.
One thing I do know for sure is she’ll probably be the death of me.
After making her come in the dressing room this afternoon and knowing how my little hellcat can purr beneath my touch, I’m so fucking desperate for more, it’s all I can think about.
Which is definitely not part of the plan. And when I make plans, I run a tight ship. If something gets in the way of them, I usually just eliminate the obstacle. But this is a new hell I’ve landed myself in.
I drum my fingers against the kitchen countertop, sucking down scotch like a thirsty man as I impatiently wait for her to appear.
Beside me, Massimo and Mateo are talking about something that happened at the club last night, but the noise in my head is drowning them out. They don’t notice the agitation radiating off me in dark waves. Or if they do, they don’t show it.
Which is a healthy idea for them.
We’re going to the club tonight, and I’m not sure if it’s a good idea to take Bella or if I’m setting myself up for a violent tumble through hell. Because if I want this arrangement to work, then I can’t afford to touch her again. And after today, I think we’ve already seen that not touching her isn’t exactly my strong suit.
Massimo and Mateo stop talking, and it makes me look up.
Bella appears in the hallway across from the kitchen, looking like something out of my dreams, and I feel the gates of hell opening wider beneath my feet.
She looks fucking stunning.
I don’t know what I was expecting, but she’s exceeded it and more. She stands at the edge of the kitchen, and I have to grit my teeth to stop my jaw from dropping open.
She steps into the room, and I can’t take my eyes off her.
Silver silk flows over her body like water, hugging her luscious curves and setting off her deep tan. The hem of her dress is short but not too short, just enough to show off her firm thighs. She’s not wearing a bra so there’s nothing between the silky fabric and her luscious breasts, making the outline of her perky nipples more than evident.
Black knee-high boots, diamond cuffs around each wrist, and a choker around her slender neck complete the look that I’m a hundred percent sure will send me insane by the end of the night.
Dragging my gaze down her length, I feel my cock harden.
She’s fucking phenomenal.
Massimo and Mateo notice too, and a fierce possessiveness blazes through me when they sweep their gazes over her.
“I’m ready,” she says.
Tonight, she’s wearing her red curls half up, half down, and the urge to wrap strands of it around my wrist as I sink balls deep into her is extreme. I have to fight the groan in my throat.
Massimo doesn’t show any restraint. He gives her a wolf whistle. “Goddamn, Bella. You look fucking hot.”
She offers him a dazzling smile. “Thank you.”
Her sparkling eyes switch to me but her smile slips. She thinks I don’t appreciate what I’m looking at because I’m standing frozen to the spot looking as unaffected as always.
But damn, I am affected.
I’m so affected I’ve momentarily lost use of my motor functions.
Her diminishing smile is a kick in the balls and I want to put it back on her face more than I want the goddamn air in my lungs.
I clear my throat and take her by the arm, leaning in so my lips brush her ear. She stiffens at the closeness, goose bumps dancing on her skin beneath my touch. God, up this close, she smells like heaven. “You look fucking phenomenal.”
She grins at my compliment and the smile on her glossy lips makes me want to taste them.
I think of my demand earlier today when I made her come in the dressing room. Tonight, don’t wear any panties at all. Now, I’m picturing her completely naked under that dress, and the images in my head are setting small fires all over my body.