Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 54092 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 270(@200wpm)___ 216(@250wpm)___ 180(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54092 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 270(@200wpm)___ 216(@250wpm)___ 180(@300wpm)
"Rafe," she gasps.
"Te adoro, mi reinita." I nip her ear. "Te adoro."
I adore you, my little queen. I adore you.
"Rafe," she whispers again.
"Every moment you spend in the presence of another man is one I spend writhing in jealousy. I'm obsessed with you, tigrotta."
"Me too," she says simply. I know she means it. She doesn't flee from my confessions or cower from them. She accepts each one calmly, bravely, and then gives me her own, whispering them sweetly into my skin. "I'm obsessed with you too, Rafe."
"Promise me you'll stay inside today."
"Lo prometo," she agrees, whispering her promise in Spanish.
I press my lips to the pulse beneath her ear and then reluctantly pull back. "Finish your breakfast," I murmur, turning her gently back toward her eggs. "I'll be back as soon as I can."
"Wait." She grabs my hand.
I meet her gaze.
"You know I would never do anything like that…right?" she asks, nibbling on her bottom lip. "I mean with any of your men. Or any other man." Her cheeks pinken. "I mean I wouldn't ever act inappropriately or try to make you jealous on purpose. I just like Coda better than Carmine, that's all."
"Why? Has Carmine done something?" I ask, instantly suspicious.
"N-no, of course not," she says, shaking her head.
She's lying. Badly.
"Tell me," I growl.
"He hasn't done anything, Rafe," she says. "I just don't like him, okay?"
I narrow my eyes on her, which only elicits the same response from her.
"I'm allowed to not like people without a reason if I want to, Rafael Valentino!" she growls, popping her hands on her hips to scowl at me. "I don't take orders from you."
"Amalia, tesoro." I pinch the bridge of my nose, taking a deep breath. She's hiding something, but I don't have time to sort it out right now. When I get home tonight, we'll finish this conversation. And she will be telling me what the fuck Carmine did to upset her. If he was stupid enough to try to put his fucking hands on her, I'll kill him slowly.
I don't think that's the case though. Amalia's a tough girl. She wouldn't hesitate to rip his balls off and feed them to him if he crossed a line. She seems almost…panicked at the thought of me finding out what she's hiding. I doubt it's because she's trying to protect him. I'm guessing he caught her doing something she shouldn't be doing and she's either embarrassed about it or afraid I'll be pissed about it. She doesn't like him because he knows something she doesn't want him to know.
Whatever it is, I don't want to hear it from him. She'll be the one telling me what happened. And then I'll deal with him for keeping it from me. Later.
"We'll discuss this later," I murmur to Amalia. "I have to go."
"There's nothing to discuss," she sniffs, her chin thrusting stubbornly into the air.
I smile at the sight, my dick turning to steel in my slacks. Christ. Why does that attitude turn me on so fucking much? It's as sexy as it is cute. As soon as she gets feisty, I want nothing more than to toss her over my shoulder, carry her upstairs, and then fuck the attitude right out of her. And once she's blissed out and purring, I want to cuddle the fuck out of her.
I growl at the thought and stomp toward her, dragging her into my arms. She fights me until my mouth crashes down on hers, and then she goes pliant, melting like the sweetest little treat. A loud moan breaks from her lips, weakening my resolve. I devour her mouth, one hand clutched in her hair, the other gripping her round ass.
"Rafe," she moans.
"I like my name better when you're screaming it, Amalia," I mutter, biting her bottom lip. "Especially when you've got that juicy cunt wrapped around my cock and your claws in my back while you're screaming it."
She whimpers this time, trembling against me.
"Fuck," I groan, pressing my forehead to hers, breathing raggedly. My dick throbs, begging for relief. "You can't make that sound right now."
"Then stop saying dirty things to me!" she cries.
"Stop making it so fucking easy to say them to you."
"It's not my fault you have a dirty mouth."
"Ah, tesoro," I chuckle through a groan. "I didn't have a dirty mouth until I met you. I was a cold, heartless bastard. Women didn't exist to me. You ruined me, Amalia. That fucking mouth. Those incredible breasts. Your goddamn thighs and that round ass." I smack her cheek to illustrate my point, growling when it bounces and jiggles. "Your bright eyes and wild spirit. Your gentle heart and fierce courage." I exhale a soft breath, shaking my head in disbelief that she's mine. "Sei l’la donna dei miei sogni."
You're the woman of my dreams.