Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 45702 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 229(@200wpm)___ 183(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45702 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 229(@200wpm)___ 183(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
Rocky suddenly cocks his ear. Listening to or for things I’m not aware of before he lifts his brow.
He silently whistles air out of his lips as if he’s thinking of the right things to say.
“It was…,” he begins. “But they got to you first. Portello’s men,” he adds bitterly, looking down for a moment.
“I’m not…,” I start to say, but he’s quicker with his hand than I am with my mouth.
Pressing that huge digit of his over my trembling lips, he orders me to keep quiet with a piercing, intense look, a look that fades into a smile of sorts.
The tugging at the edge of his lips tells me he’s happy.
I think.
He’s hard to read, but I’m sure he’s not so close or touchy-feely with every plump kidnapped girl he meets.
The thought of that makes me angry for a second.
The idea of him with anyone else, even if he did kidnap them, isn’t something I can bring myself to even imagine, let alone dwell on.
“I know who you are,” he says, letting some of his perfect teeth show.
The nearest to a smile I think I’m gonna get from this guy as he tells me.
“You’re mine,” he whispers, letting his eyes move down my face to my neck.
Unashamed as he groans with pleasure looking at my breasts.
His fingers slid to the edge of the covers, moving them back roughly so he could see better.
Instead of slapping him or feeling scared, I’m waiting for him to do what I know he wants.
My heart sings in my ears, the tingle between my legs throbbing into a full quake as I ache for his touch again.
Touching me somewhere I know will make us both happy.
But he doesn’t.
He only looks, growls, and repeats that word.
“Mine.”
I’m really not sure if he wants me to say anything or just avoid the topic of who I really am, but I can’t just sit here.
I have to say something to stop the low moans I feel forming deep inside my body.
Having him across the room looking like a million dollars and smelling great is one thing.
Having Rocky touching my thigh while he stares at my chest up close?
I’m about to experience a sexual emergency of sorts any minute, and talking is what I always do when I’m nervous.
I think he senses that, and with some resignation, he lifts his finger from my lips, leaning in so close I can see my reflection in his eyes’ dark intensity.
“I…I’m not who you think I am…,” I stammer. Half-whispering, half-gasping as I feel his firm hand rest on the other side of me.
He’s leaning so close that it’s like he’s about to kiss me or something.
But we just met, officially. And why on earth would a guy like him be even remotely interested in a girl like me?
But my confession only seems to please him even more, and cocking his brow higher, he challenges me with more than just good looks.
“You were snatched from the Portello’s, fit the age and description of his daughter. Plus, old man Portello is well-known for his cheap parlor tricks.
“Parading his only daughter as if she’s some common stranger to keep her safe? We saw straight through that,” he adds, finally smiling wide with a satisfied grin that has me groaning loudly.
Not just because everything he’s saying isn’t true, but I really don’t know how much more of him I can take before I literally start to finger myself right in front of him.
If only that’s what he wanted.
Maybe he could even give me one of those thick fingers of his to help me out….
“What are you gonna do to me?” I ask next, my breath already getting away from me as I pant the words.
His smile drops instantly, and he grabs me by the elbows, our faces so close I can feel his breath on mine.
“What would you like me to do with you? That’s the only question you need to ask yourself,” he rumbles, letting me go as fast as he grabs me. He moves to stand but laughs to himself.
“See what you do to me?” he exclaims, glancing down at his lap, making my eyes go wider in a second.
Oh my God, is that his…?
Yep.
It is, and it looks in proportion with the rest of the man.
And by that, I mean he’s freaking huge down there.
Huge everywhere.
I hear myself gasp again, and the room starts to sway. I’m getting dizzy and know I’m probably about to faint again when his huge hand takes mine.
Pressing it straight onto his swollen length through his jeans.
“This is what you do to me Ja…Maria,” he half sneers. “I can’t even stand up straight. You make me so hard.”
He’s being firm but not rough.
Nowhere near as crass as the other men were. And this is nowhere near as bad as my kidnap fears could have ever been.