Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 70489 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70489 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
“Are you sure? You sound really tired, and you’re still out of breath.”
“Fuck, yes, I’m out of breath. You just made me come so hard. I thought I was going to pass out.”
“That can’t be good for you.”
He shook his head. “Nothing could be better for me. If fucking you can’t heal me, nothing can.”
I didn’t like him dismissing how hurt he was. “Dante, you know that’s not—”
“Hush.” He pressed his finger against my mouth. “No more. Just enjoy it.”
Slowly, carefully, I rose off him. I couldn’t help but gasp as his cock popped free from my ass. “Damn, you’re so fucking big.”
He grinned. “You did so good fucking me. I loved watching you, seeing you all flushed and hot and desperate, needing my cock so badly.”
The heat in my cheeks increased even more. “I liked it.”
“Yeah, I could tell.”
“You should get some sleep now,” I said. “You promise me your arm is really okay?”
“It hurts, but that’s to be expected. I got shot, you know.”
He was impossible. “Yes, I know.”
“And now I feel even better, and I’ll sleep soundly, thanks to you.”
I looked down at the mess I’d made on his chest and our mingled cum on his cock. He couldn’t go to sleep like that. “This time, I get to clean you up.”
“I will allow it. Just this once.”
“You don’t like being taken care of? Being served? Being treated like a prince?”
He frowned. “I’m not used to that. Lorenzo’s always protected me, but we learned to do everything for ourselves.”
“You let me pleasure you, now let me take care of you. I’ll wash you, tuck you in bed, get you whatever you need.”
“It just feels wrong.” He let out a long sigh.
“You’re too independent for your own good.”
He’d closed his eyes, but he opened them again and met my gaze. “You’re too reckless.”
“Not today. I did exactly as you said. I stayed here. I wanted to find you. I would have searched for you. I would’ve done anything to save you.”
“How did you even know I was in danger?”
I didn’t have any real answer for that. “I don’t know. I just sensed it. I knew something was wrong.”
“It’s a damn good thing I had Rafe stop you.”
“Probably. But I wish you’d tell me what’s going on.”
“I can’t. It’s family business, and you really are better off not knowing.”
I didn’t think he was going to change his mind, at least not now, so I headed to the bathroom. I let the water warm, cleaned myself up, and wet a cloth so I could clean him up. When I stepped back into the bedroom, Dante was asleep, but he stirred when I began to clean my cum off him.
“Thank you,” he said, his voice soft and sleep dulled.
“You need to take your medicine before you fall asleep.”
“I’ll be fine.”
“No, you’re going to regret that decision when you wake up.” I was sure he was downplaying how much pain he was in.
“Fine. Just bring it to me.”
A few moments later, I dropped two pills into his hand and gave him a glass of water. He swallowed them, then lay back down, closing his eyes. I covered him up and tucked him in. “I’ll be right back, okay?”
“You don’t have to stay in here. I might not sleep well. My arm.”
“I’m not going to leave you alone tonight.”
“So sweet. Good boy.” I could barely hear the words, but I knew what he said, and it warmed me all over. I wanted to be a good boy so fucking badly.
I helped Dante get as comfortable as he could in the bed by propping his arm up on a pillow. Then I pulled the covers up over him, made sure the ceiling fan was on the setting that he liked, and left water on the nightstand.
Once I was satisfied that he was settled, I took a shower and made sure everything was cleaned up in the house. I glanced out the front window and saw one of the guards he’d sent the night before. I didn’t love the fact that he felt like we needed someone watching over us, but I was also glad the man was there.
When I’d double-checked the locks on both doors and cleaned out the last few dishes, I slipped into the bed with Dante and spooned myself around him. He murmured but didn’t wake up. I propped myself up on one elbow and watched him sleep, stroking his hair back from his face.
I could’ve lost him tonight. Before I had really gotten to know him. I thought about the things he’d said about his childhood, about his family. I’d never expected him to open up to me like that.
I had so many questions. What else would he tell me? Did he want to know me like that too? Why was he letting me stay here? Was there any chance of this being something more than the hottest sex I’d ever imagined?