Empire of Lust (Torrio Empire #1) Read Online J.L. Beck

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Dark, Mafia, Taboo Tags Authors: Series: Torrio Empire Series by J.L. Beck
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Total pages in book: 120
Estimated words: 113464 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 567(@200wpm)___ 454(@250wpm)___ 378(@300wpm)
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“What’s the matter here?” Jack demands.

“Bianca,” Callum growls.

It’s Romero who speaks up. “He’s been screwing around with her under the table this whole time. She asked him to stop, and that’s what he got.” And unless I’m misreading him, he looks and sounds proud. Happy, even. I didn’t know he was watching that closely.

“I’m so sorry,” I whisper to Callum, trembling under the weight of his stare. “I really am. I tried to make him stop.”

“She told you to stop touching her, and you did it anyway?”

Oh, shit. This isn’t my fault. I know it’s not my fault, but that doesn’t stop my heart from taking off like a trip-hammer, thudding against my ribs. I’ve seen that look on his face, and I was sure it meant he was going to kill me.

Only now, he’s glaring at Dominic.

“I was just fooling around.” With a grimace, he yanks the fork from his hand, then presses a napkin to it.

Callum’s breathing hard, gripping the table with both hands. “You touched her? Do you know what I would normally do to a man who touched what’s mine?”

Double shit. I shoot a panicked look at Tatum, who’s watching everything through wide eyes.

“Yours?” Jack asks. “Do you mean—”

“She is here with me. She is my date this evening and every evening. She’s… We’re together.”

Not exactly a declaration of love, but relief and joy wash over me. He came out and said I’m his. And if he were any other man in the world, I might stick a fork in his hand, too, since I don’t belong to anybody.

No, that’s not true. I do belong to him, and I always have. Now, for better or worse, everybody’s going to know. Maybe I should thank the grimacing, muttering pig next to me for forcing his hand. No pun intended.

Callum stands, his eyes narrowed into slits that glare across the table. “This meal is over, and unless you’re willing to extend reparations for the discomfort Bianca experienced tonight, the deal is over, too. I’m going to need to give this some thought, and I suggest you do the same.”

“Let’s all take a breath.” Jack’s practically sweating, his voice shaky like he’s overwhelmed. “We can work this out.”

“Get him out of my sight before I turn you down flat,” Callum warns. “Unless you would like Romero here to show you the door.”

Romero stands, straightening his tie, looking back and forth between the two men, who are now red-faced and sullen as they stand.

“And you, come with me.” Callum practically pulls me out of my chair, and I have no choice but to stumble along behind him.

My head is spinning, and my heart’s about to explode. He stood up for me. He wasn’t afraid to tell everyone we’re together. I had no idea I would feel this proud when the time finally came. I was worried he’d keep me a secret.

We end up in an empty banquet room lit only by the lights outside shining through the windows. Even though I can only make out his profile, there’s no mistaking the rage that’s still tightening his features.

“I really tried to stop him,” I whisper with my heart in my throat. “I’m so sorry—”

All the breath leaves my lungs when he shoves me against the wall just beside the door and pins me with his body. He’s hard as a rock, pressing against my hip, and his hot breath fans across my face when he leans down.

“Promise me something,” he growls, sending a shiver up my spine. “Don’t ever suffer in silence again. Somebody’s touching you, fucking with you? You tell me.”

“I didn’t want to ruin—”

“Promise.”

“I promise.” The words have barely passed my lips, and his mouth is on me. His tongue thrusts against mine while he works my dress up over my thighs with shaking hands.

I can’t wrap my head around the way he claimed me out there, out loud, for everybody to hear. I’m his, the way I always wanted to be. My dreams have come true. Now nothing is standing between us.

“Fuck. I want to go back in there and kill him for touching you,” Callum growls against my lips.

“No. Stay. I need you,” I plead, weaving my arms around his neck and pulling him closer.

“Who do you belong to?” he demands before he pulls aside my thong and sinks two fingers deep inside me. I gasp, pressing my face to his neck to stifle the sound while servers pass back and forth just beyond the door at my side.

“You.” I moan against his skin while he pumps his fingers mercilessly, rubbing my walls and massaging my g-spot until I hump his hand. All I hear is the rushing of blood in my ears and the wet, sloppy sound of his digits invading me. His fingers move faster and faster, and then his thumb presses against my clit, and I detonate.



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