Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 94124 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 471(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94124 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 471(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
My faith is higher.
Don’t misinterpret what I’m saying. Nikolai Popov is as snowed under for his wife as I am for Valentina. It still would have been a hefty decision to make, though. The sex trafficking trade is a billion-dollar industry. Nikolai’s competitors mistook his stance for weakness. When he proved otherwise with both brawn and brains, the tides shifted. Old alliances fractured and new coalitions formed—hence our multimillion-dollar first-distribution contract this morning.
Nikolai would rather trade with a foreign country than hand money to men who still believe in his father’s archaic practices.
Matteo’s words an hour ago swirl in my head and make me unhinged. She’s gone, Vanni.
I drive into Valentina harder. Faster. I fuck her as if I’m seeking restitution from her body for the scars she imprinted on my heart when I contemplated her being forced to leave instead of leaving of her own free will.
I’d left the door open on purpose and placed her backpack on the dresser in plain view. Her phone was charging on the bedside table, for fuck’s sake. I wanted her to see my room as a place of solace, not a cell. But all I could think about was how easily she vanished, and how I failed to keep her close.
“Gio… Fuck…”
The pads of Valentina’s feet dig into my ass as she endeavors to slow me down. It’s all a ploy. Her hot, slick heat dampens more the deeper I impale her. She’s loving my arrogance.
Her juices are coating my balls and face, but it still isn’t enough.
I want more of her.
Need more.
“Say it.” I lower the rock of my hips. Not a lot. Just enough that she can speak through the lust clutching her throat.
Valentina doesn’t jump to my command. She grabs me by the throat and the balls. “Who… were… you… with?”
Her voice has the same husky edge mine had when I had to fight myself not to interrogate her mother for her daughter’s known haunts. Since I’d left the room hours earlier and removed surveillance from the compound many years ago, no one knew exactly how long Valentina had been missing.
For all I knew, she could have been on the other side of the country.
But then I remembered how she’d stared up at her mother in the photo on her phone.
She’d come back for that, just like I now know she’ll come back for me.
Where there’s no jealousy, there’s no love.
I keep my hand on Valentina’s meaty hip while I remove my cock and swipe the glistening head across her clit. Her pupils dilate more as the most fascinating sound in the world seeps from her lips. My woman is on the brink of madness purely at the thought of my scent coating her inside and out.
“Tell me what I want to hear, dolcezza. Then I’ll eat your pretty little pussy every fucking day for eternity like it isn’t soaked with my cum.”
Her groan makes a liar out of her before she even speaks. “I don’t know what you want to hear.”
“Liar.”
I return to my earlier tease, inch by inch.
Passion flares on Valentina’s cheeks, and the wish for me to slam my cock in deep is all over her beautiful face. “I wanted you to chase me—”
I backhand her clit, slapping the lie from her mouth. “Tell the truth.”
“It is the truth.”
I can’t stop myself from slamming in deep when she aligns her gaze with mine. Not an ounce of deceit clouds her honey-colored eyes.
I reward her honesty with a handful of pumps. I slide in and out of her, coating every fucking inch of my shaft with evidence of her arousal, before I restart my campaign.
“Tell me.”
“No.” Her reply is more a sob than a coherent plea, and it sees me immediately withdrawing. I don’t even leave the tip in this time. I fully remove my cock. “Please, Giovanni. I need you.”
“Because…?”
When Valentina remains quiet, I bury my cock inside her, still my hips, then work her clit like I haven’t overworked it in the past hour.
Valentina is a feisty little minx but a shit multitasker. Her brain won’t know which puzzle to solve first. I give it ten seconds before it fritzes and she coughs up the goods.
Ten.
Acting as if her clit is the detonator to the bomb low in her gut, which appears seconds from exploding, I thumb it and press down.
Nine.
I swivel the nervy bud while maintaining eye contact.
Eight.
With the same hand that’s toying her clit, I curl my fingers around the base of my cock.
Seven.
I use the evidence of her multiple orgasms to lubricate my fingertips.
Six.
With our eyes aligned, I flutter my index and middle fingers across her puckered rear.
Five.
I push the tip of my index finger into her ass. Not far. Just to the second joint.
Four… I think?
The gasp Valentina released when my finger breached her ass scattered my thoughts. Her response confirms no one has ever touched her here. Her ass is virginal, and my cock flexes like it’s hit the jackpot.