Total pages in book: 152
Estimated words: 144979 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 725(@200wpm)___ 580(@250wpm)___ 483(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 144979 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 725(@200wpm)___ 580(@250wpm)___ 483(@300wpm)
She pauses to look up at me, a quiet ache lingering in her eyes.
“I just…want you.” Her breath hitches. “More than anything.”
Those words imprint on the darkest part of me, vindicating the obsession I’ve carried for so long.
It doesn’t feel like a lie. It feels like the most honest thing she’s ever said.
I trace the line of her jaw, grazing my knuckles against her soft skin. Gabi was right. My wife looks angelic in this dress. Almost too pure for my world. It’s how I felt the first time I realized I wanted her to be mine. There was something a little sinister about the thought of touching her with my criminally deranged hands. But it was that same nature in me that refused to let her go.
She was the softness to my brutality.
Looking at her now, I realize that even after everything that has happened between us, she still is.
All the resentment and hostility I’ve held for her isn’t in the room tonight. I don’t know when it left, and I don’t really care. Not when I have what was always meant to be mine, staring up at me like she’ll die if she doesn’t have me right now.
“Go on then,” I tell her. “Have your way with me.”
I mean it as a joke, but she takes it seriously, pressing her hands against my chest and walking me backward. When my legs brush against the chair beside the window, she gives me a little shove like she’s trying to push me down. It’s about as effective as a kitten batting at a lion.
Regardless, I settle into the chair, getting comfortable as she undresses for me.
Moonlight spills in through the window, casting her in a divine light as the material of her dress slides down to pool around her feet. She holds my gaze as she removes her bra and shimmies out of her thong, leaving her in nothing but a pair of gold stilettos.
My eyes burn a path down the length of her body, drinking in every detail of her full breasts and the feminine flare of her hips. She didn’t need a dress to look like a goddess tonight. She already was.
She comes to me on her own and straddles me, and my restraint hangs by a thread. I want to sink deep inside her and fuck her until my dick gives out, but Abella has other plans.
She touches my face, soft fingers mapping out every detail with naked reverence. It’s the most unguarded I’ve ever seen her.
“Angelo,” she whispers my name like a prayer, leaning closer, lips a breath from mine.
When I don’t refuse her, she kisses me hesitantly, still waiting for my rejection.
I slide my palms over the curves of her hips, gripping her roughly. “Take it.”
She lets out a moan, slipping her fingers through my hair and holding me there as she deepens the kiss. When her lips part, I sweep my tongue into her mouth and taste the sweetness of cherries and a years-long addiction.
My participation feeds her urgency, and she starts grinding down on me as she works open my trousers between us. A second later, she has her hand around my cock, stroking me like she has to get me off—she doesn’t care how or where. But I fucking do.
I break the kiss and lift her by the hips, growling out my demand.
“Sit on it, cara.”
I have a VIP seat as she drops herself onto my cock with a shudder, sliding down the length as I stretch her apart.
She grabs my shoulders, using them for leverage as she starts to rock up and down. For a moment, I sit back and soak it all in, watching her ride me.
There has never been a better view in my life.
Her eyes fall back to my mouth, and she brushes her lips against mine, teasing me with another kiss.
“Do you like it?” she asks.
“Yes.”
A rough breath escapes me as she tilts my head back, kissing and biting her way down my neck. She pauses to suck my skin, and I let out a groan. It feels like she’s trying to eat me alive, and if this is how I’m going to die, I’m okay with that.
Before I can see the light, she stops moving entirely, leaning back to ask me the question I knew was coming.
“If you like it, then why didn’t you let me do it before?”
There’s so much vulnerability in her eyes, I can’t lie to her.
“Because I can’t hide the way you make me feel, vita mia.”
I reach up to stroke her face, and she leans into that touch, closing her eyes and letting a single tear slip free. We linger there, letting the weight of those words settle, and then she resumes her worship.
She fucks me sweet, and kisses me rough—licking inside my mouth and biting at me until our lips are raw.