Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 61692 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 247(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61692 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 247(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
“What things, Lucio?” My voice is merely a whisper, nothing more than a needy whimper that makes him smile. He’s tall, dark, and handsome, but so beautifully scary, that it makes me quiver.
I know nothing of guns, so I do not know if it’s loaded or ready to fire. The barrel inches its way between my breasts, easily finding my belly button moments later. I think he’s going to stop, but he doesn’t. Instead, he slips the cold steel between my thighs. A gasp, loud and filled with shock, falls from my lips.
“Do you feel that, Bella?” The way his head tips to the side as he regards me makes him look evil, sinister. “Open your legs.” The deep growl of his voice sends heat coursing through me.
“Please, Lucio.” My whimper is rough with fear, need, and lust. I have no choice because each moment this man comes near me, I can’t fight him off. It’s as if I’m addicted to him. I crave him. He’s a drug, and I’m an addict.
“Do it!” he bites out and I obey swiftly. He nudges my pussy and I know I’m drenched.
Does fear turn me on? Yes. Am I fucking crazy? Probably. But the metal barrel slides into my core easily as he fucks me with his gun.
My head drops back, my mouth falls open on a pleasured moan, and my fingers grip the wall behind me. Digging my nails into the concrete, I try to find purchase on something, but I can’t. My knees shake. My thighs tremble as this man, this very dangerous criminal, fucks me with his gun. He moves slowly at first, but then the movements speed up. Goose bumps rise on every inch of my skin from the motions.
Lucio leans in close, his lips at my ear when he orders in a low, feral growl, “Come for me, Raina. Come on my gun inside your cunt.”
My world explodes in that second. My toes curl into the carpet and his arm bands around my waist as I drench his weapon with my juices. Suddenly, the gun is wrenched from me and I’m impaled on his cock. Thick and hard, it hits me in that spot and I see stars. I feel the cool metal on my mouth as he paints my lips with the arousal on his gun.
His hips move against me, pinning me hard against the wall. My legs wrap easily around his middle, pulling him in deeper, needing more of him. His mouth finds purchase on my neck as he suckles the flesh into his mouth.
His teeth bear down on my skin, and I know he’s marking me. A feeling niggles in my chest, a sadness or fear, I’m not sure what, but I can’t comprehend what it is because he’s moving inside me, giving me the connection I wanted.
He sucks hard on my neck, his teeth breaking skin, and I know he’s drawing blood. Another orgasm slams into me and I bite down on my lower lip until I taste blood. He continues to fuck me relentlessly, faster and faster, as his hips slam me into the wall. A second later, his body locks. A groan rumbles in his chest as he fills me with his seed.
“Good girl,” he murmurs.
And that’s when he leaves me in my bedroom, alone, shocked, and sated.
3
Franco
Four of my men stalk inside the office first.
Once it’s swept for any hiding enemies, I enter with my two brothers. Lucio told me to wait. Once his call came through twenty minutes ago to confirm he’d finished the meeting he was attending, I made my move. The thing is, his message was garbled with random mumbling, which made no sense. My gut churns with worry when I think about his ragged plea—get here now. It’s not like him to ask for help, but when he did, I heard the agony in his tone.
My one bodyguard, Enrico, saunters toward me, holding out a folder. It’s thick, bound with the crimson ribbon my father used to use on all his official paperwork. He’d bind it in such a way that would ensure nobody could open it and reseal it. And now, my cousin has done the same, which only strengthens the feeling of dread that’s settled in my chest.
“Where did you find this?” I question.
“Sir,” Enrico mutters, “it was as you said, in the drawer, but…” his words taper off to nothing, causing me to glance at him. His gaze drops to the floor, which sets me on alert. “I think you may want to see this,” he tells me, turning and heading deeper into the office. Our footfalls are the only sound in the room.
When we reach the bookshelves, I notice they’re shoved aside. Someone found Lucio’s hidden room. I enter without concern for everyone else. I know what I’ll find. It’s been clawing at me since my phone call.