Total pages in book: 148
Estimated words: 142939 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 715(@200wpm)___ 572(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 142939 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 715(@200wpm)___ 572(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
She shudders and pulls away. “I’m too sensitive.” She squirms.
“You’re just right.” I lean forward and lick her again.
“Fernando!” she gasps.
I pull my finger from her dripping cunt and slide it around her asshole.
Her eyes widen. “You can’t–”
“I will.” I grin up at her, my face wet with her juices. “I’m going to have all of you, Bianca. I can’t stop.” I slide her down my body and rest her on top of my aching cock.
I hiss when I feel her heat, her wetness.
She rests her palms on my chest, her eyes on mine. “All of me?” She moves her hips just a little bit, just enough to make my brain go fucking haywire.
“Every last drop.” I slide her lower and almost fucking die when I feel the head of my cock nudging her tight entrance.
“Maybe that’s what I want.” She moves her hips again, sliding me into her just the slightest bit.
I bite my cheek to keep from yelling at the pleasure of it.
“Maybe I lured you into this. Maybe I’m a trap for the big, bad Butcher.” She sits up and cups her breasts, giving me a goddamn feast for the eyes as she pinches her own nipples. “A temptress sent to bring you to your knees.” The sparkle in her eyes hints at a mischievous nature she’s hidden from everyone–everyone except me. I love it.
“If that’s your job, then you’re a fucking expert, sweetness. You need a promotion.” I slide a little more inside her, my cock aching to go deeper, to take all of her.
She winces the slightest bit.
That’s when I stop. That’s when I realize I can’t do this. Not if it means hurting her.
I grab her arms and lift her off me.
“What’s wro–” She squeaks as I roll to my side and claim her mouth, her body pressed to mine, though I’m no longer in danger of hurting her.
Relief washes over me. I’ll never hurt her. Everyone else? Sure. But Bianca? No. I’ll never hurt my Bianca.
16
BIANCA
“Are you hungry?” Fernando asks. I’m sitting at the kitchen island with my arms folded over my chest. I know I’m pouting, but I don’t care.
“No.”
He stares at me, not believing me for one second. Then my stomach goes and growls and gives me away. Traitor.
“I’ll make something for you.”
“You can do whatever you want. Doesn’t mean I’ll eat it.” Fernando cocks his head to the side. The utter confusion on his face would make me mad if it wasn’t so adorable. He really has no clue what to do with me.
“Do you want me to eat your pussy again?”
My mouth falls open. I quickly close it.
“No.” Yes! My mind screams.
“You enjoyed it.”
“Never said I didn’t,” I snap back. Fernando’s brows pull together. Guilt nags at me when I see an almost defeated expression on his face.
“You’re upset with me?”
“Captain Obvious over here.” I’m really acting like a brat, but I can’t help myself. My sister would tell me my anger is really sadness. That anger is just easier to deal with.
“Sweetness, please tell me what I’ve done wrong.” He braces his big hands on the island. All I can think about is where those fingers were an hour ago. I press my thighs together.
“You should know. I shouldn’t have to tell you.”
“Normally, I would torture such information out of an individual.”
“Give me your best shot, big guy.” I smirk, knowing he’s not going to hurt a hair on my head.
“I don’t like this.” Now he folds his arms over his chest. We stare at each other across the kitchen island, and I wonder who will win.
“Damn it!” I huff when I blink.
“What? Did something happen?” He rushes around the kitchen island to see if I’m okay.
“We were having a staring contest, and I lost.”
“We were?” He has that adorable confused expression on his face again. How am I supposed to stay mad at him when he keeps giving me looks like that?
“I blinked. Hence, I lost.”
“We’ll do it again.” He grabs my chin to turn my face to look into his eyes. They lock, and a second later, he blinks. I fight a laugh but lose. What am I going to do with this man?
“Don’t make me laugh! I’m mad at you.” I shoo his hand away.
“I know what this is. Carina gets hangry all the time. I should feed you.” He heads for the refrigerator and starts to make breakfast.
I can’t believe he really has no clue why I’m upset. Carina is Antonio’s younger sister. I met her once when my sister Skyped me and she was there. I’m pretty sure that was when Fernando saw me for the first time.
“Can I call my sister?” I ask.
“Yes. Let me get a phone.” He leaves the kitchen, coming back a moment later with two brand new phones still in a plastic wrap. They’re not fancy. I’m guessing they are what people call burner phones. I’ve never had a cell phone, so I don’t care what kind it is as long as it works.