Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 40446 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 202(@200wpm)___ 162(@250wpm)___ 135(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40446 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 202(@200wpm)___ 162(@250wpm)___ 135(@300wpm)
Look on his face was positively wicked. “Oh, it’ll go to my head all right, baby.”
There was no help for it. I laughed and, again, it felt like something unfurled inside my chest. This whole situation was creepy as shit, but I couldn’t deny the connection I had with Piston. If I was honest, he’d intrigued me from first moment I saw him. When I’d come to Lemon’s aid. It should feel strange knowing he’d been in background of my life ever since I’d come to America, but it was kind of endearing.
“Why did you decide to stop being in shadows? To stay closer to me and even tell everyone you were claiming me?”
“Because the second I saw you with Lemon, watching with pride as she pulled out every single facial piercing of one of those fuckers who’d take her, I was done. I knew there was no way I could sit by and calmly watch while some other bastard in Grim claimed you. Besides, I thought ten years was enough self-torture. Not being near you while having to watch you from a distance, was too fuckin’ long. So fuck Giovanni.”
That got bark of laughter from me even as my heart swelled. This was what it was like to have companion. Someone to always be in your corner. I felt like I’d just staged successful coup.
“He is ass. Always has been.”
“He gets too hard on us, I’ll remind him how I was in the room the first time little Suzie hacked him. She’d just turned seventeen. I thought Giovanni was gonna blow a gasket.”
Piston moved me so that I straddled him. His shirt rode up my thighs and I whimpered in need when my pussy came into contact with his hardening cock through his pants. He raised eyebrow and corner of his lips raised in cocky smirk.
I rested my hands on his shoulders. His bare chest beckoned me to touch and taste. I wanted to lick him from chest to dick and back. Then start all over.
Piston caught heated look in my eyes, his own gaze darkening with desire. “You keep looking at me like that, Shortcake, and we won’t make it outta this compound before I have to fuck you again.”
Raspy tone of his voice sent shivers down my spine. Tension crackled between us, thick and urgent. I leaned closer, my breath hitching as I brushed my lips against his ear. “Who said we were going anywhere before you fucked me again?”
His hands tightened on my hips, pulling me even closer until there was no space left between us. His breath was hot on my neck as he trailed kisses down to my collarbone, each touch igniting sharp lust I knew better than to fight.
My heart raced as I leaned closer, our lips mere inches apart. I could feel heat radiating from his body, engulfing me in haze of warmth and want. It was overwhelming, intoxicating, and for this moment in time, world outside our little bubble ceased to exist.
“Venus,” Piston whispered, his hands sliding up my back to draw me even closer. “You make me forget everything else in the world other than finding new and interesting ways of makin’ you scream my name.”
And then his lips were on mine, urgent and searching. His kiss was anything but gentle, but not the raging dominance I’d needed before. I was under no illusion Piston was making profound statement during our previous encounter. I needed that dominance then. I needed to know man I had allowed into my tight circle of family could handle what I threw at him and stand tall and in control. Well, Piston had done that in spades. Now, he was simply giving me what we both wanted.
His mouth moved with tender ferocity that made every nerve in my body sing. I found myself responding in kind, my hands threading through his hair, pulling him closer. As our kisses deepened, world around us dimmed, sounds and sensations blurring into haze of heated whispers and soft rustling of fabric.
Breaking away for air, Piston’s eyes glowed with raw intensity as he looked at me. “I mean it, Venus. You’ve turned my world upside down.”
I smiled, brushing kiss on his jawline. “You’re not standing still in mine either.”
The laugh that escaped him was half-humor, half-pained groan as he reached between us to undo his jeans and free his cock. Hard, pulsing length of him sprang free, hitting my clit as it bobbed between us.
Our mouths moved together with ferocity born of raw desire and long-awaited release. Even though he’d taken me to heights I’d never imagined not that long ago, I was back up on edge again, wanting to do swan dive into the madness I knew would surely overtake me when he fucked me. My fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as if I could merge our very souls with this kiss. The way he devoured me felt like vindication of every silent moment he’d spent yearning for me from afar. And yes. I believe everything he’d told me. I also believed he meant it when he’d said he was here for me. Not for Giovanni or anyone else. Piston was silent menace to my flamboyant viciousness.