Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 15455 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 77(@200wpm)___ 62(@250wpm)___ 52(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 15455 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 77(@200wpm)___ 62(@250wpm)___ 52(@300wpm)
She’d better deny me, shove me away, slap me.
Because if she doesn’t, I’m ready to stake my claim.
“Fuck …” she whispers, licking her lips. “Yes.”
***
Emilia
Not one second does he wait. He immediately grabs me by the ass and lifts me up, kissing me like his life depends on it. Groping me, he plants me down on the dressing table and shoves aside everything in his way without ever taking his lips off mine.
He touches me in all the right places, and I lean back against the mirror as he plants kisses down my sternum and slides across my nipples. My body burns with desire for him. His hand dives between my legs, rubbing my clit right through the fabric of my panties, and good God, does he know how to find it.
“Tell me how badly you want it,” he groans, sliding his finger up and down, toying with me.
“Oh God, I want you so much,” I mewl.
“Is that why you threw yourself at me so carelessly?”
I nod, bucking my hips into the palm of his hand.
He’s been on my mind ever since he left the house. Everywhere I went in this room, his scent lingered. All I could think about was the way he leaned in so close that I could almost kiss him. And when I wanted to pay him, he didn’t even accept it, despite the fact that I could feel the tension between us.
And it’s given me nothing but more wantonness.
God, this man’s lips are too sinful to be real. And the way his fingers slip up and down my wet panties make me want to rub myself against him.
I’ve never craved a man this much before.
Then again, I’ve never met a man quite like him.
So handsome I could die … and so vicious he could almost make me kill.
But I’m glad I didn’t because none of this would’ve happened. His hands wouldn’t be all over my ass and pussy, and my lips wouldn’t be on his neck, desperate for more.
“You were right … there is one thing I want from you,” he groans into my ear.
“Tell me,” I reply.
He tugs aside my panties and shoves a few fingers into my pussy, making me gasp. “I want your wetness all over my fingers. Now.”
I moan out loud when he begins to thrust, alternating harsh with gentle, driving me mad. Between thrusts, his thumb rolls around on my most sensitive part until my eyes almost roll just as hard.
“Yes, that’s it. Give me your biggest orgasm right fucking now, Emilia.”
Just his voice alone pushes me over the edge, and I come harder than I ever have before.
Jesus Christ, this man knows how to work a clit.
“Good girl,” he whispers into my ear, making me whimper.
I was never the girl for praise … until today.
He opens his belt buckle and tears it off, then wraps it around my hands.
“Wow,” I mutter.
He raises a brow. “Scared?” The belt is tied firmly.
“No,” I lie. I’ve seen and done much in my time, but it’s not what he does that scares me … it’s who he is. What he could do.
But I trust him.
After all, he did bring Dean to my feet and made him cry.
Vincenzo went through all that trouble just to give me what no one else could give.
He likes me.
And I think that’s what frightened me the most when he first came to me in that alley, promising me something I never thought anyone ever would: Another chance.
He licks his lips. “I smell a lie.”
I giggle, but he swiftly grabs my face and sticks his tongue in my mouth, claiming me with fervor. “You won’t be giggling like that when I’m done with you.”
He rips off my panties in one go, making me squeal into his mouth. Then he pulls down his zipper and takes out his cock, which is so big it makes my eyes widen. Oh God. Am I going to regret this?
“Spread your legs for me, Emilia,” he says, stepping back only to look at my pussy, his tongue dipping out to lick his lips. He pulls out a condom from his pocket and rips it open, wrapping it over his length. His fingers trail the tip of his dick as he eyes me down with hungry eyes. “Show me how much you want it.”
My fingers splay behind my back, tortured that I can’t touch myself, let alone him, to do something about this lust coursing through my body.
“Fuck,” I murmur. “Give it to me.”
With a smug grin, he steps forward, cock hard and dripping with pre-cum. I swallow away the lump in my throat when I realize he’s much bigger up close than I anticipated.
Fuck, this is going to get dirty.
He grips my thighs, nails digging into my skin as he leans forward and whispers into my ear, “Beg.”