Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 105734 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 529(@200wpm)___ 423(@250wpm)___ 352(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105734 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 529(@200wpm)___ 423(@250wpm)___ 352(@300wpm)
Her eyes are half closed, but I can still see the pleasure burning within. She places both palms on my chest for leverage and there is a twinge of pain, but I ignore it. I grip her hips. Her thighs splayed beautifully across my hips. When she begins to move, I must focus on other things to avoid bringing our lovemaking to a quick conclusion.
She rises and slams back down, her breasts swaying gracefully. I dig one thumb between our bodies to massage her clit, causing her to toss her head around in sweet agony. She rides me as I play with her, the two of us lost in carnal bliss. Her hair whips back and forth as she moves, tantalizing me with visions of feminine power. I can’t get enough of her. I’m about to burst, and all I can do is hang on.
Before she brings me to the edge, I decide I want more leverage. Abandoning my gentle treatment of her, I flip her onto her stomach. Yanking her hips up to greet mine, I thrust into her from behind.
She cries out, arching her back and tossing her hair. I catch a handful of it and hang on with just the right amount of force. I don’t want to hurt her, but it’s beyond sexy to hold her still.
I fuck her hard and deep, knowing that I’m past the point of no return.
“Frankie!” she screams, just as I come. My entire body tightens, and there’s nothing I can do to stop it. But at that exact moment, I can feel her internal muscles spasm. We’ve hit the edge together, both of us washed away into the sea of ecstasy.
After a long, drawn-out moment, I finally catch my breath. I kiss her shoulder blade from behind. Her skin is wet, sweat mixed in with the glorious scent of soap. I release her from my hold, sliding free from her pussy. She rolls around lazily so she can look up into my eyes. I ease myself down to the mattress beside her, draping one arm across her midriff.
We lie quietly for a moment before she begins playing with my hair. She draws quiet circles with one finger behind my ears, making me feel hypnotized. I would gladly give up my free will just to be with her one more time. And eventually, we do just that.
The second time we make love is even more beautiful than the first. We rise slowly to a crescendo that is equally as perfect. The heat that sparks between us is enough to burn down the house. Two hours later, we’re clutching each other as if the mattress is a life raft and we’re adrift on the open sea.
I fall asleep peacefully. It might have taken us some time to get here, but we’ve landed safely in each other’s arms.
CHAPTER 42
SOFIA
I’m sore all over when I wake up, but it’s pleasant. I feel like I’ve had an incredible workout, not like I’ve been involved in a fight. All the sex really made a difference. Not only that, but I feel calmer than I have in years. I remember shooting Carlo Andretti, but I can’t seem to summon any remorse. In fact, it feels like my whole quest for vengeance on behalf of my brother has been laid to rest.
I picture Danny lying on the couch with his head shattered, but even that doesn’t get a rise out of me. I found my brother’s killer and destroyed him, effectively shutting the book that had been keeping me up at night.
Frankie is lying beside me. He looks so sweet with his eyes shut and his hair a mess. There is a splotch of red across the bridge of his nose, but it’s nothing alarming. Pulling back the covers, I can see a few bruises beginning to form around his ribcage. I think we’re both going to be in pain for a while, but we’ll live.
Frankie murmurs something and tugs the blanket back up to his chin. I kiss him on the cheek and sneak out the opposite side of the bed. There’s plenty of room, but I’m faced with another problem.
I don’t have any clothes. There’s no way in hell I’m going to put on the dirty clothes from yesterday. They’re covered in blood and I left them in the bathroom down the hall. Hopefully, Marlena or one of her staff members will burn them. They’re evidence of a crime as well as being disgusting, so that’s not an option.
I certainly can’t go downstairs wearing a towel. And I don’t want to wake Frankie up to ask for something to put on. So, I walk to his dresser, hoping to find something that will work without disturbing him. I send a silent prayer skyward that I won’t find anything I’m not supposed to see. I’ve already been caught spying on this family once, and I don’t want a repeat performance of that situation.