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)
“Are you sore?” I ask her.
“A little.” She shrugs. “I’ll feel it tomorrow.”
I suppress a groan because I’m a sadistic son of a bitch, and I love the thought of her feeling me every time she sits.
I guide her to the bench and sit her down while I lather some shampoo in my hands. When I work it into her hair, it’s a long, slow process. Mostly because she shivers with pleasure every time I drag my fingers over her scalp.
“Angelo?” She draws her lip between her teeth as she looks up at me.
“Yes?”
“Thank you.” Her voice trembles with an unexpected swell of emotion.
“For what?” I search her eyes.
“For everything you’ve given me.”
I don’t know what to make of that statement, but I also know there’s no point pushing her. We’ve been down that road too many times already.
“Let’s get you to bed.”
After drying Abella, I take her to bed and pull her against my body. She fits perfectly—head tucked beneath my chin, her soft, round ass curved against my cock. I drape an arm over her waist and tell her to go to sleep, but despite her earlier exhaustion, she seems restless.
“What’s keeping you awake?” I ask.
She hesitates for a moment before her question spills out in the safety of darkness.
“Have you…spent a lot of time at the Cat House?”
Her body hums with tension, her breath suspended as she waits for my answer. The asshole in me wants to see her burn with jealousy the way I did when I thought of her and Matteo.
Instead, I tell her the truth.
“I’ve been there after my release from prison,” I admit. “If you want to know if I’ve fucked women there, the answer is yes, Abella. But I don’t know who they were. I don’t even know what their faces looked like. I didn’t know their identity, and they didn’t know mine.”
It takes her a minute to process that before she nods against me, the strands of her hair tickling my chest. “Okay.”
Another long silence follows, and then she shifts, pressing her ass against my cock.
“Keep doing that, and I’ll shove it back inside you.”
She bites her lip and looks over her shoulder as if that’s exactly what she’s trying to do. But I was rough with her earlier, and I have no intention of fucking her right now.
“You want more?” My hand drifts up to palm her breast.
She arches into me and nods, and I bury my face in her hair, inhaling her. I will never get enough of that scent.
I reach down between us and rub the head of my cock against her slick pussy, already soaking for me again.
“So fucking greedy, aren’t you, dolcezza?”
She freezes when that word slips from my mouth, and I almost regret it. When she glances back at me, there’s no hiding it.
The question lingered in her eyes the first time she saw the yacht I named for her. It feels like another lifetime when I used the endearment so freely. But I’m not going to explain it. She already knows I was never going to let her go. This should come as no surprise.
I slide my cock inside her, fingers digging into her hip as I draw in a ragged breath. It’s pure fucking agony being buried in her warmth without indulging my baser desires. But I’ll settle for delayed gratification. I already waited six years. What’s a few more hours?
“Angelo?”
“Don’t move,” I tell her. “I’m going to take care of you.”
She’s set to protest when I slip my fingers down between her thighs. Her body contracts around me as I stroke her clit, and despite my order, she can’t help herself.
She rocks against me, and it takes everything in me not to fuck her right now. But there are still a few things on her list I haven’t given her.
I get her off in record time, and when she comes around me, I grab a handful of her ass to keep her still.
“You aren’t going to come?” she pouts.
“No.” I smile against her. “Now go to sleep.”
“Oh,” she says softly, realizing I intend to stay inside her.
She makes no further protests as she settles deeper into my body and releases a contented little sigh.
“Angelo?”
“Hmm?”
She makes another whispered confession in the darkness. “I never wanted him.”
I know she’s not talking about the incident with Ares. But she doesn’t elaborate, and I don’t ask. I drape my arm over her waist again and close my eyes. Sleep doesn’t come, at least…not for me.
Abella drifts off into a peaceful slumber, her breath growing even as she takes shelter against my body.
I stay semi-erect in her as the hours tick by. When the morning sun begins to rise in the window, casting a warm glow over her face, I can’t hold back anymore.
I suck one of her nipples into my mouth, and she moans in her sleep. After I spend a few minutes taking my fill of her breast, I kiss my way up the column of her throat and start to thrust inside her.