Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 99381 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 331(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99381 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 331(@300wpm)
“No.” She smiles as she continues to watch me.
“Such a naughty girl.” And she is in her own way. But if she knew my depravities—the things I really want from her—I’m certain she’d run the other fucking way. And I haven’t quite had my fill of her yet, so I don’t want to scare her off.
I want to tell her to hit me, but I’m certain my sweet Billie wouldn’t be into violence as we fuck. I like that she has a bit of backbone and is demanding in what she wants, but that and what I’m into are entirely different things.
I throw my shirt to the floor, wondering why I even put it on in the first place. She watches every single move I make, a smile on her perfect fucking lips. I remove my pants and free my straining cock. She gulps as I fist it. She’s always been mesmerized by my piercing, and I love that she can’t look away.
She’s wearing a little skirt under that apron, and she’s barefoot. There’s not a speck of makeup on her perfect face, and her hair is pinned up as it usually is when she’s baking. She raises the spatula to her lips and licks the icing off it.
My cock gets even harder as I watch her.
“My perfect little secret,” I whisper. Reaching behind her, I dip my fingers into the icing and step back. Spreading the icing on my cock, I nod to it. “I think it’s time you cleaned it up.”
She wastes no time dropping to her knees. The spatula in her hand clatters to the floor, and she crawls forward, opens her mouth, and takes my cock between her lips.
Each time we’re together, I want and need more of her. I wonder if that will ever stop. When she’s not with me, I dream of fucking her, and when she is with me, I do fuck her. She’s literally my perfect little fucking secret, and I hope no one ever discovers us because I’m not sure how I’ll give up this new addiction.
CHAPTER 3
Ford
Six months ago
Billie and I actively avoid one another as we mingle with family and friends in Dutton’s backyard to celebrate his girlfriend’s son’s sixth birthday. If you’d told me a year ago that Eli Monti, my boss, and head of the Italian mafia in New York, would fall in love and get married but that his equally unhinged cousin, Dutton, would be smitten with a woman, I might’ve actually laughed.
But they’re both lovesick fools. It’s not that I can’t tolerate love. I just find the notion of it unsettling. It means things are changing. And I don’t particularly like change. Especially when, in the past, it always meant that Hawke and I were first to be discarded.
Not that I think Eli will throw us to the wayside; we’re too damn efficient. But if those two are somehow finding what I didn’t think was possible for any of us… Well, then fuck. It’s definitely going to be just me and Hawke again. Because I’m not interested in that level of commitment, and Hawke can’t keep his dick in his pants for longer than two seconds, let alone be faithful to one woman.
“Fuck off, Hawke!” I hear Billie yell.
“Shh, we’re at a party for kids, little tornado,” he teases as he holds something too high for her to reach. She looks around and notices her parents shaking their heads in disapproval. My brother has always had a playful relationship with Billie. If anything, I’m certain Dutton thinks Hawke might try to fuck Billie. If only he knew he was suspicious of the wrong twin.
Either way, I’m not a fan of watching them together.
“It’s a lot, isn’t it?” Ivy asks, coming to stand beside me. Her short blonde hair is smoothed back, and her blue eyes are fixed on the others, playing over what I now notice is a small gift. Most likely, Hawke is trying to steal the gift Billie brought for Bentley because he didn’t think to bring one.
“Hasn’t it always been?” I ask rhetorically. I like Ivy Walker, but I wouldn’t trust her as far as I can throw her. I say that about most people. It’s mostly because of the way she keeps to herself. She’s a bit of a mystery, even though I’ve known her for years. She’s close with Billie and my cousin, Hope Ivanov.
“It’s even more when my father’s here,” she says with a smirk, watching Will Walker talk to Billie’s parents, Honey and Dawson Taylor. Alina, Will’s wife, stands silently next to him, looking amused. Will has the ability to piss everyone off, and yet, somehow, everyone still likes him. That’s exactly why I’m suspicious of Ivy. She’s a prankster, in a weird, twisted way that only she seems to find humorous. Though, I do enjoy it when we play chess.