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)
Time seems to suspend itself as I stand before him naked, counting down the seconds until he says something.
“Come here,” he rasps.
I edge closer and let out a yelp as he bands one arm around the back of my thighs and lifts me up. In one smooth motion, he drapes me across his lap.
The throne is large enough to accommodate us both, accounting for the fact that my knees are propped up on one of the arms. I’m angled downward, my entire backside on full display. Beneath me, his erection presses against my belly.
His palm slides over the curve of my ass, squeezing and stroking it like he has all the time in the world. There’s a familiarity in his touch—the same kind of leisurely appreciation I felt from the man in the mask. It was the shadowed version of him. The one who hunted and hungered.
Now, he’s ready to sink his teeth into me.
His fingers carve a path over my hip, tracing across my pelvic bone before dipping down to the space between my thighs. He spreads me apart, and I shiver as the air cools the wetness gathered there.
A deep sound of approval reverberates through him as he slides his thumb through my arousal and circles my clit. I arch into him reflexively, shuddering out a broken sound. He’s barely touched me, and already, I’m unraveling for him again.
What’s it going to be like when he’s finally inside me?
As if he can read my thoughts, he dips his thumb into me, just enough to make me feel it.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he murmurs. “I’ll have to remember not to break you.”
My body clenches around him, feeling the loss as he slides his thumb out. He returns his attention to my clit, setting a torturous pace with his fingers. It’s designed to slowly untether my sanity, and it does.
My throat ejects a broken sound as I close my eyes and collapse my head against him. There’s so much sensory overload, I feel him everywhere. The warmth of his body, the brush of his clothes, the drugging scent I breathe into my lungs.
“You’re soaked for me, cara.” His fingers glide through my arousal, increasing the pace until the obscenely wet sound is all I can hear.
I draw in sips of air as pressure coils deep inside me. I’m swinging on a pendulum between surrender and restraint. I want the high, but I don’t want it to end.
A warm palm settles on my back, blazing a trail up the valley of my spine before sweeping around to my breast. The rough scrape of his fingers against my sensitive flesh sends a shockwave through my body.
“Angelo,” I blurt out his name, uncertain what I’m even asking for.
“What?” He torments me. “You want to come?”
“Yes,” I beg.
“Ask me nicely.”
“Please!”
“In Italian,” he corrects.
“Per favore.” I lean into his touch, desperately inching closer. “Oh Dio sì. Ti prego.”
I keep rambling in Italian, breathless and indecipherable as he takes me right to the edge.
“Brava ragazza.” The raw hunger in his praise sends me reeling.
Stars explode behind my eyelids as shocks ripple through me, racing all the way down to my toes. He draws it out for as long as possible, wringing every ounce of pleasure from my body. A helpless whimper spills from my lips as my legs give out, and he catches me around the waist.
A rush of air fills my lungs as he spins me around and seats me on his lap. Planted firmly on his thigh, my legs dangle between his as he cradles me against his chest. I feel so small in his arms, and I like the way he can pick me up and do what he likes with me a little too much.
The strong, steady beat of his heart lulls me with its soothing rhythm, calming the chaos in mine. His palm comes to rest on my hip, and I soak in the warmth of his skin as my breathing slowly returns to normal. After a few minutes, his words press against my ear.
“Ready for more?”
The dark promise in his voice has me nodding along before my nerves can get the best of me.
Angelo lifts and carries me to what must be the table. He holds me up with one arm and makes a sweeping motion with his other. Items shift along the surface as he clears out a space and props my ass against the edge.
He spreads my legs apart and eases his body between them. He’s so much bigger than me, I have to stretch my thighs wide to accommodate him, and I know I’ll be feeling that tomorrow. When he settles into that space, the weight of his cock falls against my belly, hard velvet against my bare skin.
He grabs the length of my hair and tilts my head back, taking my mouth in a possessive kiss. My lips part, and he sweeps his tongue inside, drinking me in like he’s waited an entire lifetime to taste me. My restraint burns to ash as I fist his shirt, matching the kiss with a desperate, aching urgency I’ve kept caged for so long.