Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 86883 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 348(@250wpm)___ 290(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86883 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 348(@250wpm)___ 290(@300wpm)
She begins to rock against me, and fuck, I want this.
I know this is all kinds of wrong.
But the way she kisses, goddamn, she tastes like sweet wine and berries all wrapped in a gentle softness that’s driving me crazy.
I’m so fucking hard it hurts. And if she keeps rubbing her sweet body against mine like this, then I’m going burst.
“This is a bad idea,” I force out between kisses.
“The worst,” she agrees.
Yet I can’t stop kissing her.
She begins to rock harder. I know what she’s doing. She wants to take her satisfaction from me, and hell, I’m down with it.
I grab her ass and pull her back and forth over my cock.
“Oh, my God,” she moans. “I’m going to come.”
She grinds harder, her panties pushing up and down my hard cock, and dear God, I just want to unzip my pants, push those panties aside, and sink my cock deep into her wet pussy.
Her thighs grip me tighter.
“Massimo…” she whimpers.
Our eyes meet. She sinks her teeth into her lips, and behind my zipper, my cock explodes with my orgasm.
My fingers press into her hips, controlling the rock of her body against me as both our orgasms roll out of us.
She softens on top of me and presses her forehead to mine.
I’m not sure what I’ve just done. Probably broken some cardinal rule in Luca Bamcorda’s mind. But it was just a taste, and damn if I don’t want more.
“Massimo?” Eve brings me back to the present.
I turn to face my stepsister.
“No,” I say, pushing away the memory and the emotion it stirs in my chest. “She doesn’t mean anything to me.”
Eve keeps her gaze on me, scrutinizing my face, obviously wondering if I’m telling the truth or keeping something from her. But I have the best poker face in the world, and no one will ever know what happened between Bianca and I that night.
Our secret. My little monster and me.
“Well, don’t say I didn’t warn you when this blows up in your face, or worse…”
I turn away from the window to look at her. “Worse?”
“You fall in love with her.”
I start laughing. But it’s humorless. “You know that falling in love and all that comes with that plague isn’t on my radar. Never has been and never will be, sister dearest.”
“Sure. Keep telling yourself that. But not even the great Don Massimo De Kysa is immune to cupid’s arrow.”
“You read too many romance books.”
She folds her arms and lets out an amused chuckle.
“What?” I ask.
“I just realized something,” she says. “Nico is going to lose his mind when he finds out you hired a Bamcorda to work for you.”
9
BIANCA
The bar is busy again, and the next couple of hours go by real quick.
Later, during a lull, I decide to try and make peace with Natalie. I’m determined to make this work and having Natalie in my corner would help.
She’s wiping down the bar when I approach her.
“I think we got off on the wrong foot,” I say, giving her my most beguiling smile. “I’m sorry if I did something to offend you.”
Natalie stops what she’s doing and looks at me. “So you’re apologizing to me, but you don’t know what you’re apologizing for?”
Okay, this is going to be a little harder than I anticipated.
“I guess so.”
She raises an eyebrow. “So you’re not really sorry, you’re just telling me what you think I want to hear.”
I have to fight the urge to grit my teeth and ball my hands into fists, and instead, plaster another charming smile on my face. “For the sake of peace.”
She thinks for a moment and then smiles. “Sure. Why not.”
I’m surprised. “So we’re good?”
She shrugs. “If that’s what you want to call it. Yeah, we’re good.”
I relax a little. Although, an awkward silence falls between us.
“It’s gone quiet,” I say, looking around the bar.
“Because a lot of people have either already been in through the Peep Arcade or have just gone in.”
“Peep Arcade?”
She narrows her eyes. “You know what this club is all about, right?”
The way she’s looking at me makes me feel like an idiot.
“Yeah, of course.”
After leaving Massimo’s office yesterday, I googled the club. One of the articles called it an innovative club concept with a hot and spicy twist. I figured the hot and spicy twist was the girls in the cages.
A small smile twitches on Natalie’s lips. “You know what, I’ve got this. Why don’t you go and explore the club. Check out the Peep Arcade.” She gestures to the far wall of the club where there is a closed door. If I focus hard enough, I can see the faint glow of pink light peeking out from under it. “Your access card gives you entry to any part of the club. Go check it out.”
“Are you sure?” I look around for Elsa. “What if it gets busy again?”