Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 132791 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 664(@200wpm)___ 531(@250wpm)___ 443(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 132791 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 664(@200wpm)___ 531(@250wpm)___ 443(@300wpm)
True to herself, there was nothing cautious and measured about the way she said things.
She was intrepid and direct and much, much braver than I was. At least in that regard.
And I was done fucking talking, anyway.
My mouth came down hard against hers, my fist instinctively tightening around her hair from behind. Her arms locked around my neck. The kiss was carnal and desperate. Greedy and wet and sloppy, and my heart picked up, and my entire bleeding existence enhanced.
I’d been reduced to nothing but desire because of this woman, and now I was sneaking in other people’s toilets for stolen kisses like a teenage fool.
I grabbed her ass and hoisted her up, wrapping her legs around me. She weighed next to nothing, even pregnant, and again the thought of her assault drifted into my mind.
It was always there, in the back of my head.
An obsession I couldn’t get rid of. A hunger that replaced my need to kill Alex and his siblings.
And yet, I’d been stalling getting that hard evidence against Angelo, instead jerking around exploring other less-likely options. Because Angelo could take her from me.
More accurately, he could try.
And then I’d have to go to war with the Outfit, the Camorra, and the Bratva to keep her.
It wasn’t an ideal scenario, but one I was 100 percent prepared for.
She was mine. No replacements. No refunds.
“I want to have sex with you.” She spoke out the words into my mouth, our ragged, rough breaths meeting in the middle. “Now.”
God, I loved her voice. It felt like sunrays dancing on water. It fucking sparkled.
I couldn’t deny her. Much less wanted to.
But I wasn’t going to allow both of our first times to be in the bathroom where the help took their shits.
“Your bedroom upstairs. Now.” I bit down on her lower lip.
I released her momentarily. She grabbed my hand, unlocked the door, and pulled me up the stairs and to her room. My first time in her childhood shrine.
Uncoincidentally, it was a replica of what her mother had prepared in my apartment.
Childish. Unassuming. Infantile.
Flamingo-feathered lamps, a mountain of throws, and a ceiling glittered with stars.
And everything was so goddamn pink.
The setting was irrelevant, though. I locked the door behind us, seized the back of her head, and kissed her, slow and tender this time, walking her back to her bed while she clawed at my clothes, yanking my dress shirt from my slacks, unbuckling my belt, sinking her fingernails into my skin.
I broke the kiss and tilted her jawline with my thumbs so she would look at me. “We need to keep it quiet.”
“Why?”
Why, indeed? Was there better revenge for her brothers’ taking my eye out than having the entire Ferrante household, guests and servants included, listening as I defiled their precious baby girl? But somewhere down the line, tormenting the Ferrante men became marginally less satisfying than…well, Lila herself.
And, fine, maybe I respected her. Enough to protect her privacy.
“Because you’re mine. Your moans. Your pleasure. Your words. No one else is allowed to hear them.”
Lila nodded eagerly, fusing our lips together again, falling to the bed and taking me down with her. Her legs opened for me. She didn’t wear any leggings.
Slipping a hand under her dress, I found a tiny pair of underwear, completely soaked.
“Lace,” I growled into her mouth approvingly. “I don’t remember you owning fine lingerie.”
“Your sister took me shopping. I told her I wanted to seduce you.”
Like she needed to seduce me. She could roll in pig shit and I’d lick her clean from head to toe.
Reaching between her legs, I used the tip of my pinky to drag her dress up, sensually slow. Lila’s breathing ceased and we both watched as a tiny, lacy white thong appeared, covering a pale triangle. The part that covered her pussy lips was cotton, and it was drenched with her juices. I slowly removed her underwear to reveal a trimmed little cunt.
I looked up. Blush crept onto my wife’s cheeks. “She told me to groom down there, too.”
I made a mental note to treat Tierney to her favorite funnel cake. And maybe an entire Miu Miu shop.
“Sure you want this?” I asked, glad she couldn’t hear my voice cracking midsentence.
“I’m sure.”
She trusted me with her body.
With her secrets.
With her heart.
The first person who ever did. I wanted to earn it. To deserve it.
I removed her dress but kept her heels on, struggling to maintain a detached air. Once I was done, I took off all of my clothes. Even the goddamn socks. I wanted this to be…right. Then I stood before her and gave her a few seconds to take it all in. Her icy blues roamed my body, and she gulped. Then she pushed forward onto her knees and crawled across the bed, fisting my cock and giving it a stroke. The first time she had touched it since the first night I ate her out.