Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 76840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
“What is it?” Marcus asked abruptly.
“You’ve known for weeks,” I ventured tentatively. “So why did you wait so long before asking me?”
His lips twisted. “You will probably be furious about this...”
His words made me tense, and I inhaled sharply, telling myself that no matter what—-
“I was being manipulative. I was thinking the lack of time would pressure you into agreeing.”
Oh. Thank God.
My relief must have been obvious, making Marcus ask, “What did you think I was going to tell you?”
“Well...you know.”
Marcus’ lips twitched. “No, bambina. I’m afraid I really am not the clairvoyant you imagine me to be.”
I mumbled my answer, hoping he wouldn’t understand and just drop the subject, but as always, everything that had to do with Marcus Ravelli ended up backfiring on me.
“Jaike?” Marcus’ brows shot up. “Are you talking about my Jaike—-”
I stiffened.
His eyes widened. “So you are talking about Jaike Hepburn.”
“Yes,” I snapped. “I’m talking about your Jaike.” My teeth gnashed, and I started to pull away.
Marcus started to chuckle, and I struggled harder.
Blasted...moron!
“Mi dispiace, bambina.” Marcus’ strength overpowered mine, and in the next moment he had me locked in his arms. “You misunderstand,” he said soothingly. “Okay?”
He had called the other woman his Jaike. What the heck was there to misunderstand?
“You only took me surprise, that is all. Bene?”
I shook my head vigorously. He could bene his butt or anyone else for all I cared. I still didn’t like the way he called Jaike Hepburn his.
Pulling away, Marcus looked straight into my eyes, saying firmly, “Jaike Hepburn is just a friend. She has always been a friend, and we haven’t even been intimate with each other, not even once.”
“How do I know you’re not lying?” I demanded under my breath. I had read the rumors about them, knew about how he had supposedly been the third party behind the couple’s recent breakup.
“You can ask her yourself or even her fiancé.” Marcus’ tone was level. “She is happily engaged to Derek Christopoulos, and I am just as happy that they are together, living their happily ever after.”
When I didn’t say anything, Marcus’ lips slowly curved into an amused smile. “So this is how you look like when you’re jealous.”
My cheeks flamed into life, and I protested, “I am not jealous—-”
“You look adorable,” Marcus commented at the same time. “Maybe I should make you more jealous—-”
“You just try,” I snarled.
He chuckled. “So you admit it then?”
Oh!
Crap.
Furious and humiliated, I tried shoving him away, but Marcus’ arms were immovable.
“Like I said,” Marcus murmured devilishly. “Adorable.” And then he was kissing me hard, and every time I tried pushing him away, his tongue only dove deeper into my mouth, his passion spurred on by my aggression.
I tried yanking his hair, and he retaliated by ripping my blouse open.
I gasped as he tore his mouth away from mine.
“Y-you—-”
“Save it,” he muttered, “for the wedding night.”
A shriek of sheer frustration escaped me, and I tried to kick him off me as he pushed me down on the backseat.
“G-get off—-”
But Marcus’ head kept descending, and then his mouth captured one lace-covered bra.
I screamed, my fingers moving to his hair. I tried yanking his head away, but it only made him suck harder on my breast.
Oh God. Oh crap. Oh God.
As he continued playing with my nipple, I could feel my resistance ebbing...
And so could he.
When my grip on his hair loosened, his mouth released my nipple, and I swallowed back a moan.
His blazing dark eyes captured mine. “You’re the only one I want to fuck, Anneke.” He punctuated the words with a hard squeeze of my breasts, and I jerked.
“Capisci?”
I could only moan in answer, his mouth having already taken my other nipple and his hands snaking down my body. When he suddenly changed our positions, placing me on top of him in reverse, I knew what he wanted without being told.
My fingers fumbled with his zip as I felt him parting my folds open.
His cock sprung free as his tongue licked the lines of my pussy, and I screamed and shuddered.
His tongue started thrusting in, and I grasped for his fully erect cock and slowly took him into my mouth. The combination of being pleasured by his tongue while I deep-throated him was phenomenal—-
Our panting scorched the air as he ground his cock into my mouth and I pushed my pussy against his. Heat started to unfurl, and time became measurable by the strokes of our tongues.
Our bodies started to tighten, his fingers digging into the side of my hips while my fingers around his cock tightened.
So close...
We’re so close now...
A simultaneous explosion of heat set off inside us, and our bodies arched involuntarily against each other—-
And then we were coming at the same time, his cock shooting his load down my throat while Marcus lapped every drop of cum that leaked past my still-swollen folds.