Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 73533 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 368(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73533 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 368(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
She nods. “Let me up. Let me up and I’ll tell you.”
I straighten, look at her ass. I like her like this. My cock likes her like this.
“Please, Damian.”
Meeting her eyes, I relent and release her.
She turns to face me. We’re so close she has to crane her neck to see me.
“I asked him why he came back, and he said to take back what you took from him.”
“Well, at least he was honest.”
“He looked at me strangely then, and I don’t know, he wasn’t nice anymore.”
“Did he touch you?” My hand tightens around the belt buckle.
She shakes her head.
“What did he do?”
“He asked me if I was curious what that meant for me.”
I grit my teeth. “And are you?”
“No.”
“They’re not your friends, neither Michela nor Lucas. You know that, don’t you?”
“I know that I’m among enemies, yes.”
If she means for it to cut me, it works. I don’t show it, and I don’t know why the words even have that power, but it does.
“He’ll try to take you from me,” I say.
“Does it matter what I want in this?”
“What do you want?”
“Does it matter?”
“It matters to me.”
This obviously surprises her. I guess it surprises me too. “Why?”
I set the belt on the table and lift her to sit on the edge of it. I push her knees wide and stand between them. I tug her nearer. She’s so close I smell her shampoo. Her skin. And all I want to do is kiss her. I think a part of me knows how fleeting this is. How easily it can all collapse around us.
I kiss her mouth, undoing my pants to take myself out before I lay her down, pulling her knees up so her wet cunt presses against my cock. I push into her and her muscles tense instantly around me. She’s too tight, and I know it hurts her, but I can’t help myself. I need this. Need her like this.
Will I always need her like this?
I give her a minute, licking my thumb and setting it on her clit, looking at her like this, my cock stuffed to the hilt inside her pussy, my thumb on her clit, her passage growing wet as I play with her.
“I love your tight little cunt, Cristina. I love how you get so wet when I touch you.”
I lift her legs, set the backs of her knees over my shoulders and move inside her. She grunts with my thrusts. I kiss her cheek, her neck. I look at her as she takes my cock.
“It feels good,” she says.
I draw back, just the tip of my cock inside her, punishing myself as I slide my fingers to her clit, rubbing just to watch her come undone. When I can’t take anymore, I lean toward her a little, forcing her legs to bend more, opening her more to drive into her again.
She moans, eyes closing.
I slide the wet tip of my thumb to her asshole and press against it. Her eyes fly open, she’s panting, and when I push into that tight little hole, she cries out. Her walls throb around my cock and I watch her come. Watch how fucking beautiful she is when she does, when she pants my name over and over, something I’m not sure she’s aware she’s doing.
“Damian. Damian. God. Damian.”
“Don’t betray me,” I tell her, then straighten and push her legs wide. I look at her like this, spread open, my cock buried inside her. Her cunt wet and pink, walls still throbbing around me. Pressing her thighs to the table, I can’t take my eyes from her face as I fuck her. I fuck her so hard that I force each breath from her.
I did lie to her once, I think as I’m in the final throes. And when ecstasy comes, when I release inside her, I realize I won’t keep my promise to her. I can’t.
Because I don’t want to let her go.
Because I won’t let her go.
16
Cristina
The smell from the fireplace is stronger than usual this morning, and I wonder if someone got overzealous starting one of the huge fires that warm the house. But when I get downstairs, I realize the fireplace is empty.
I inhale. Smell smoke.
“That was a mistake, Brother,” I hear Lucas say from inside.
I slow my steps, listening as I approach the living room, when I see the soldier standing behind a pillar in the foyer. Actually, it’s not him I see, but the end of his rifle.
I stop because it takes my brain a minute to process that it is a rifle. And when he walks out from behind the pillar to look at me, I realize it’s an automatic.
Seeing them outside is alarming enough. But having them inside the house takes it to a whole other level.
“Damian?” I ask, turning the corner to find him watching me from the dining room. He’s standing with his arm on the mantel of the fireplace. Lucas is seated at the breakfast table and Tobias is looking out into the backyard. Two more armed soldiers stand inside the house by the French doors I used yesterday.