Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 79336 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79336 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
It came with the territory.
The last time I’d talked to Con, he came by the apartment afterward, fucked me like some kind of booty call, and then left.
I didn’t mind that one bit. I didn’t even have to get out of bed. All I did was lie there and get some fabulous dick and then went right back to sleep. It was great.
I worked on my laptop at my dining table, going through all the edits that needed to be cleaned up. I’d had a wedding last Saturday, and those were the worst because of the sheer number of photos I had to process. I considered charging more for those events just so I would get hired for them less often.
My phone lit up with a text from Constantine. In the neighborhood. Can I stop by?
Is this another dick delivery?
Would you like it to be?
Yes—always.
I was gonna take you to dinner . . . but that works too.
I smiled, then put the phone back down. I had hundreds of photos that needed to be edited, but now, all I could think of was the sexy man about to walk through my front door in a couple minutes.
He arrived ten minutes later, letting himself in because I left the front door unlocked. He commanded the room the second he stepped inside, a mammoth of a man, filling out his T-shirt with his hardness. His eyes did a little dance at the sight of me, similar to the way Medusa looked at him when he came home—like I was his whole world. “Hey, sweetheart.”
“Hey.” I rose to my feet, my cheeks warm from the flush that rippled through my body.
He scooped me up like he always did, and my body moved with his like it expected it. He carried me into my bedroom, laid me down on the queen bed, and after he undressed me, his big dick was inside me . . . and I was in heaven.
This was the position he always took me, his heavy body on top and doing all the work, while my only job was to fold and twist like a pretzel and just take it. Take his dick and come around it until he was finished.
He rolled off me, then immediately started to get dressed. “Hungry?”
I rolled onto my stomach and lay there. “And a little sleepy.”
He gave my ass a playful smack. “Keep lying like that with your ass out and see what happens.”
“Really gonna fuck me in the ass right now?”
He turned to me, his shirt in his hands, about to be yanked over his head. “Is that a challenge?”
I stared.
He stared back.
I decided not to call his bluff and got dressed.
He took me to a nice place close to the Pantheon, Armando al Pantheon. Our table was outside, so we had a view of the impressive monument. It would have been a beautiful sight—if the bodies weren’t still hanging there.
It was a little chilly, so I wore tight jeans, boots, and a long-sleeved top with a deep cut in the front. If I were fully covered, he wouldn’t care for that. Something needed to be on display, my tits or my ass. He was the opposite of a controlling guy who liked all the goods hidden away. If anything, he was proud.
And no one was going to fuck with me because then they’d have to fuck with him—and that just wasn’t going to happen.
I tried not to stare at the bodies that moved slightly when a breeze came through. “You remind me of a cat who wants to show his owner the mouse he caught.”
He grinned. “You thought I brought you here to show you that? Nah, I just like this place.”
“How long are they going to stay up there?”
“Until it starts to smell.” He got the attention of the waiter and ordered wine and an appetizer for us to share, which told me he was pretty hungry because he usually just waited for the main course.
The waiter brought the wine, and Constantine took a big drink before he stared at me again. “What are you in the mood for, sweetheart?”
I looked at the menu. “There’s a spicy pasta that looks interesting. What about you?”
“I usually get the chicken.”
“Not the steak?” I teased.
He gave a slight smile. “It’s their popular dish here. Pretty damn good.”
“Then I’ll try a piece.”
When the waiter returned with the bruschetta, Constantine ordered for the both of us.
I thought I would be too disgusted by the dead men hanging from the Pantheon to have an appetite, but it didn’t bother me much. Guess I was used to being the girlfriend of a violent crime-lord emperor.
I took a piece of bruschetta and had a couple bites.
He finished his in a single bite, then stared at me the rest of the time, just watching me eat like it was as entertaining as a football match. “So, the dick delivery didn’t bother you?”