Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 130310 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 652(@200wpm)___ 521(@250wpm)___ 434(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 130310 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 652(@200wpm)___ 521(@250wpm)___ 434(@300wpm)
Remo jerked into a sitting position, his eyes flashing with fury. The gun dug into his forehead, but he didn’t care. His grip on my hip tightened, and his other hand cupped my head. “Oh, Angel, trust me when I say you’ll remember me for the rest of your existence.”
I lifted up and positioned myself over Remo’s erection. I touched my palm to his cheek, causing his eyes to flash with an emotion that scared him and me equally. I released the trigger but didn’t drop the gun. I lowered myself on Remo’s length slowly, despite the fierce twinge. My head fell back when he was buried all the way inside me.
“Devastating.”
I lowered my head, locking gazes with Remo.
“Devastatingly beautiful,” he murmured. I lowered the gun and pressed it to his chest.
“There’s nothing in there for you to shoot.”
I engaged the safety, wrapped my arms around his neck, and rocked my hips, the gun dangling loosely in my hand. Pain and pleasure shot through me. Remo groaned. I moved faster, lifting and falling. Remo held me tightly, his eyes dark and possessive as he let me be in control.
Remo’s teeth scraped my throat, leaving marks, and my nails raked over his back, leaving my own marks in turn. It was painful but I rode him hard and fast, relishing in the burning sensation. Remo sucked my nipple into his mouth, and his thumb rubbed my clit. Pleasure spiked fiercely, mingling with the pain in a delicious dance.
Both were spiraling higher and higher, and I knew one of them would eventually shatter me, and I longed for it. Needed it. Remo flicked my nub and pleasure overpowered all else. I cried out, dropping the gun as I desperately held on to Remo’s shoulders, my nails digging in. Remo held my gaze with fierceness and hunger, and I felt alive and free and weightless.
I was still shuddering from the force of my orgasm when Remo flipped us around, locking my knees under his arms, parting me wide and thrusting into me in one hard push, going so much deeper than before. I arched up, lips parting in a choked sound, half moan, half whimper. Remo didn’t pause. He slammed into me, hard and fast, shoving me into the mattress over and over again, ripping every last shred of innocence from me. The gun lay beside us on the bed.
Remo had been right. A bullet to his head wouldn’t free me of him. At this point, I wasn’t sure if anything could.
REMO
Sitting on the sofa in the game room, I stared down at my phone. Two missed calls from Dante. The last from yesterday. Three days since my entertaining call with Danilo. I couldn’t bring myself to talk to Dante, knowing I had him right where I wanted him.
“It’s time to end this. Dante called me today. He’ll exchange Scuderi for Serafina.”
“I’m Capo. I decide when and how to set her free.”
Nino leaned forward, arms braced on his thighs. “Remo, if you have feelings for her—”
I cut him off. “I’m not like you. One woman won’t turn me into an emotional mess.”
He narrowed his eyes but his expression remained calm. “Then send her back. Fabiano is getting impatient and so am I. There’s nothing else to gain from this. Dante won’t give us more than Scuderi. You already made them believe you tortured and raped Serafina. They are on their knees, but Dante is Capo. He won’t give up more than his Consigliere.”
“Next time he calls, I’ll take his call,” I said with a shrug.
Nino assessed me. “I told you there would be no winners in this game.”
“We are the winners.”
He shook his head but didn’t say anything.
I stood and went over to the boxing bag. Kicking and punching it didn’t help with my fucking inner turmoil, and Nino’s judgmental presence didn’t help either.
I kicked the bag once more then stalked upstairs and burst into Serafina’s bedroom. She was reading on the windowsill. By now, Adamo must have brought her half of our library. She put the book down and stood. In the last few days, a gradual power shift had started and I couldn’t allow it.
Serafina moved closer, scanning my face cautiously. She stopped in front of me. Instead of dealing out harshness like I’d intended to, my eyes took in her soft lips, lips I couldn’t get enough of, lips that drove me insane with desire.
“You have a very strange look on your face.”
“I can’t think about anything else than having you on your knees in front of me with those perfect lips around my cock.” It was a half-truth, the only truth she’d ever get.
“I was on my knees once,” she hissed.
I shook my head. “That doesn’t count. You can be on your knees and still be in control.”
“I won’t kneel.”