Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 98583 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 493(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98583 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 493(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
She’s drooling now. Dancing right on the edge. And I can’t help myself.
“Beg,” I command, stroking my cock. I hold one of her wrists behind her back. Her legs are spread. Her firm ass is bright red. There’s going to be a bruise tomorrow. I can’t wait to see it.
“Fuck me,” she groans. “I’m a needy, greedy slut. Fuck me, Adriano, fuck me, fill me and fuck me.”
I pull her hair and slide my cock into her mouth. Her eyes widen in surprise as I make her suck my cock. It gets nice and wet with her drool, and only after I’ve used her mouth, and gotten myself nice and soaked, do I finally sink myself into her pussy.
She immediately grinds back into me, wanting to take every inch.
We’re a rough and sweaty mess. I fuck her deep, not holding back, and she’s aching for it. I feel her pulsing around my cock. She bucks back, driving me deeper and deeper, and I lean against her finding the rhythm. She’s nightmares, she’s wet dreams. I could lose myself in her forever if I wanted, and that scares me.
I drive myself deeper, mindless with need.
“Oh my god, Adriano,” she says, moving back. I kiss her over her shoulder. Her mouth tastes like melons and tea. “I’m so fucking close.”
“Come for me, you beautiful little slut. You look so perfect. Come for me now and let it all go.”
She shivers, eyes rolling back as I drive into her over and over again, one hand slipping up her top to roughly tease her breasts, until she finally loses it. Her triggers pull as she comes on my dick, every muscle in her body contracting. There is nothing sexier than watching her orgasm, and it finally drives me over the edge too. I grip her hips and thrust deeper and deeper before I finish in hard, bliss-filled spurts, heaven rolling down my spine, the orgasm hitting me from toes to skull and back down again.
There’s a moment after we’re both finished. The house is dead quiet. I can only hear her breathing. I pull her against me and hold her tight, her back against my chest, my half-hard cock against her lower back. I wrap my arms around her and breathe in the smell of her hair, and I wonder if I could stay just like this for hours. If I could forget about all my other responsibilities, about the Marino Famiglia, about the Canadian smuggling operation and the hedge fund, about everything but her.
And it terrifies me, deep down into my core.
She wriggles from my grip. Her cheeks are flushed and she’s smiling as she kisses me lightly. “I’ll be right back.” Awkwardly, she pulls on her panties, then hurries off to the powder room.
I stand there breathing hard. Fuck, what was that? Right then, with her in my arms?
My whole life has been about the Famiglia. I came of age under my father, learned how to be a man from his Capos, learned how to kill and steal from his soldiers, learned how to lead from the Don himself. The Famiglia is everything. Without it, I’m less than a worm.
And yet for one brief moment, a piece of me would’ve given all that up if it meant being in her arms.
That’s pure madness.
I’m dressed by the time she comes back. I can tell she’s a little disappointed. I sit at the table, composing myself. I need distance between the two of us. I need to be able to think.
“I know you miss your friend,” I say as she pulls her pants back on.
She shrugs a little. “It’s not your fault.”
“I was thinking. We could hire her.”
She pauses and looks back at me, frowning. “Really? You’d do that?”
“Donatella’s been saying she could use some help around the house. That would free her up to focus more on my father. Kennedy would do basic cleaning and cooking. It wouldn’t be glamorous.”
For some reason, she stares down at the floor and doesn’t look happy. I thought this would have eased her mind a little bit, having her friend around.
But she shakes her head.
“No, that’s okay.”
“Are you sure?”
“Honestly, I think it’s better this way. I mean, if she doesn’t work for me.” She hugs herself, not meeting my gaze. “Thanks for the offer, though. That’s really generous.”
“Tell me if you change your mind.”
“I just need a friendship that doesn’t have anything to do with my family, you know what I mean? And if she works for me again…” Lucy sounds a little panicked, which surprises me.
But I can understand what she’s saying. It’s hard to be real friends with an employee. Sometimes money and status only complicate life. Maybe she’s right, and it’s better this way.
“In the future, follow the rules.” I stand and look away. “It’s for your safety and for my peace of mind.”