Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 75929 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75929 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
After a moment, she turned, her arms sliding up to loop around my neck. Her body crushed to mine as she kissed me harder, deeper.
Her teeth sank into my lower lip, pulling to the point of pain, then slipping her tongue in to claim mine.
I felt that way right then.
Claimed.
Her hands slid down, pressing into my shoulders, pushing me backward.
And as I moved, the only thought that crossed my mind was: I’d happily go anywhere she wanted.
My legs hit the folding chair, making it scrape across the floor until Saff’s hands pressed down on my shoulders, urging me to sit.
As soon as I lowered down, she was moving down, her hands slipping over my chest, stomach, then thighs as she went down on her knees between my spread legs.
Anticipation sizzled across my nerve endings.
Saff’s hands slid across my waistband, working my belt free, then wasting no time getting my button and zipper undone.
Desire was a live wire through my system, making me achy with need as her hand slipped in, closing around my cock, then stroking down to the base.
There was no stopping the groan of pleasure that escaped me as her fingertip teased across the head.
She lowered down then, sucking me into her mouth.
“Fuck,” I hissed as my hands went down to gather her hair, pulling it out of the way as she started to work me. I fisted it at the back of her neck as her mouth moved faster and faster.
She had me right there at the edge when there was a creaking sound below, then footsteps, and the slam of the front door.
Saff stiffened, but my hand grabbed the back of her neck, keeping her down, my cock deep in her mouth, as Gav’s voice called from below. “Forgot my phone,” he called.
Around my length, Saff made a little whimpering sound that only had me getting closer.
“Don’t stop,” I demanded softly to her. Then, louder, to Gav, “Alright.”
Saff started moving again.
Going faster.
Taking me deeper.
But Gav’s footsteps weren’t retreating back to the door.
They were moving across the floor below.
They were getting closer.
Saff moved faster still, her hand working me as she sucked me in little twisting movements.
“Fuck, I’m—” I started to warn her as I heard Gav’s feet start up the steps.
Saff sucked me to the base, letting me come down her throat with a low curse.
She swallowed down my release, but was back on her feet in seconds as Gav’s steps continued to climb closer.
Her hand shot out toward the table, and I was still too fucking out of my mind to realize what she was doing as she turned and strode toward the steps, fastening her pants with one hand before she got there.
“Here you go, Gav,” she said, holding out the phone she’d grabbed off the table.
“Thanks, Miss Amato,” Gav said as I just sat there, come-drunk, cock out, unable to do anything but watch her back as she told Gav to have a good day.
His footsteps retreated before Saff finally turned to look at me.
Her gaze was intense, her smile self-satisfied.
She knew what she’d done to me, what power she had over me now.
Then, without a fucking word, she turned with a smile and left me there just like that.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Saff
“You’re in a mood,” Bastian said as we stood in Renzo’s apartment after our usual weekly meeting, everyone discussing any issues going down with their associates, soldiers, or clients.
As always, after the actual meeting, things shifted more to party mode. Food was delivered. Drinks were poured. Music came on.
I usually loved the parties at the boss’s house.
It gave me the feeling of family that I’d never gotten to have while growing up. I ate up the familiarity, the feeling of belonging.
But, yeah, I was not feeling it.
“I’m always in a mood,” I said, tone dead. “It’s kind of what I’m known for.” Was that a bit of bitterness in my voice? And if so, why?
I was proud of my reputation.
I liked that everyone in this room knew I was a badass, that I’d busted my ass to belong with them.
Why would I suddenly be annoyed by that?
Why did it no longer feel like enough?
“It’s different. You’ve been different.”
“Different how?” I asked, spine tingling, worried that he’d maybe seen or heard something he shouldn’t have.
But, no.
Bastian wasn’t someone to keep his thoughts to himself. If he thought you were being shady, he called you out. To your face. He told you exactly what he thought. It was something you had to respect about him. Even if no one liked being called out.
“I dunno,” Bass said, following me as I made a beeline for the bar, needing something to calm my nerves.
“Then how can you say I’m different?” I asked, going for a double pour of whiskey.
“You’re… quieter,” he settled on, watching me take a long sip of my drink. “Reserved, even. And I know I don’t know you as well as the rest of these fucks,” he said, waving out at the party. “But I know you enough to know you’re being weird.”