Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 50148 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 251(@200wpm)___ 201(@250wpm)___ 167(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50148 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 251(@200wpm)___ 201(@250wpm)___ 167(@300wpm)
When he lifted his mouth from her pink folds, his beard and mustache gleamed with her juices. She loved seeing herself on him—like she had marked him, claiming Titus as her own. She’d never felt so territorial about anyone.
She reached forward and drew Titus’s face toward her. Alessia licked his lips, tasting herself on his skin. A forbidden thrill went through her. She pressed her mouth to his. He responded instantly, gliding his tongue against hers to share her flavor further. She clung to his shoulders. The need inside her screamed for more.
“Daddy!” she whispered urgently when he ripped his mouth from hers.
“I know, Alessia. I feel the urgency too. Let me make the ache better.” Titus leaned away slightly to unfasten his pants and roughly push them down his thighs. He stroked his hand over his jutting cock, pulling his shaft from root to tip.
He placed the broad head at her opening and thrust inward, filling her completely. Pleasure and pressure combined to challenge and thrill her. Alessia clung to his shoulders as she regained her breath. Her tight channel clamped around him, drawing a low groan from Titus.
“Damn, Little mate. You feel like home,” he growled. “Hold on. I can’t be gentle.”
She nodded eagerly. As he moved, Titus stroked over sensitive spots inside her. His thickness stretched her as her wetness eased his way. The combination of pleasure with a hint of pain made her go crazy. She rubbed her hands over Titus, needing to caress him—to tantalize him in return.
Their bodies strained together, moving in an unchoreographed dance that sizzled. Titus was an incredibly giving lover. His touch pushed her arousal higher and thrilled her more than she would have believed possible.
Titus cupped her bottom, lifting her toward his next thrust. His fingers squeezed her still stinging buttocks, reminding her of his mastery and discipline. He sank deep inside her, reaching the entrance to her womb. Instantly, her body exploded into an orgasm. Titus continued to drive himself into Alessia, pushing her arousal higher and higher.
Alessia clung to him, pressing kisses to his chest and arms. Her focus narrowed to a small space around them. The rest of the world melted away as the sounds and scents of their lovemaking filled her senses. She licked his skin, tasting the salt on his skin and loving the play of his muscles. She kissed his chiseled jaw and saw his white, gleaming fangs descend.
Their sensual moves had pushed him to the edge of his control. He wouldn’t lose the power to restrain himself. She’d never be in danger around Titus, but she was tempting him greatly.
She tilted her head slightly to the right. Titus kissed the curve of her neck. His tongue traced her pulse, sending shivers down her spine.
“Do it,” she whispered.
He didn’t hesitate for a moment. His fangs slid into her neck. Instant, overwhelming delight cascaded over her as he drew her life’s essence into his mouth. Her climax grew until she suspected she’d combust with heat. When she didn’t think she could take any more, he lifted his head and shouted his pleasure into the space around them.
His tongue returned to glide over the small wounds and heal her skin as she clung to him. Bliss swirled around them. Her heart rate had slowed several minutes later when Titus lifted her back into his arms. He rotated their bodies so she rested on his chest as he lounged in the chair. Completely sated, she closed her eyes and drifted to sleep, safely wrapped in his arms.
Chapter
Nine
As the black Mercedes Sprinter van slowly made its way into the city, Vinnie’s hands skimmed over his clothing, touching each of the weapons secreted throughout his dark suit. The action was pure muscle-memory at this point in his life. His hands confirmed various ceramic knives and the wooden billy club arrayed across his body for easy retrieval. He had spent so many years with the Costa family as an enforcer that he didn’t have to think about weaponry anymore but still confirmed he had prepared for everything. His only concern, not really a concern as much as a constraint, was that they couldn’t use guns for this trip.
Frankie told him the club had tight security, including metal detectors at all the entry points. That meant the beatdown he and his team were to administer would be up close and personal. A slight smile tugged at Vinnie’s lips. He enjoyed these workouts. Guns were sometimes too quick for his liking.
Glancing around the interior of the van, he checked out his three men as they occupied the industrial-style benches running from front to back along the sides of the van’s interior. They engaged in the same weapon check ritual as him. Each in turn looked up at him and nodded to indicate they were ready.