Total pages in book: 260
Estimated words: 245483 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1227(@200wpm)___ 982(@250wpm)___ 818(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 245483 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1227(@200wpm)___ 982(@250wpm)___ 818(@300wpm)
“This won’t be forever, princess.” He whispers his words. I don’t resist, but there are so many unanswered questions, so much more that I need to know.
“If I’m good--” I start to ask, but he presses a finger to my lips, silencing me.
“You’re perfect. And I promise,” his eyes pierce so far into me, I’m mesmerized by his gaze. “Soon, everything will be different. I promise you.”
His words are vague, but I trust him. I lean into his touch and press my lips against his. This is all I need right now.
Emotions overwhelm me, my body heating with a mix of anxiety and something more, something that’s sinful and dangerous. Something vulnerable and raw.
Gio breaks our kiss, and I feel lightheaded and breathless.
“Come sit on your throne, princess,” he groans, lifting me as though I weigh nothing and spreading my thighs apart as he lies on the bed and lowers my pussy onto his face.
His tongue laps at my sex as I grip onto his hair and nearly collapse forward from the sudden intense pleasure.
He doesn’t let up. Licking and sucking and making my body shudder in utter pleasure, he's relentless.
I throw my head back and moan his name, “Gio.”
He groans into my pussy and sucks at my clit, forcing a scream from my throat. Yes! I grind my cunt into his face, wanting more and being so close, so soon.
“Cum for me, princess,” he whispers, lifting me off of him before spearing his tongue into my opening.
All form of common sense and survival leave me.
He’s broken me down and made me something I never thought I’d be. I’m a slave to our desires.
I am only his.
Chapter 23
Gio
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The night of the hit comes sooner than I thought it would.
Each day, I go to Grace and I train her. It goes slowly at first, but soon she warms up to the task. In fact, I can tell that she’s enjoying it. She went from being afraid of leaving her cage to being out of it all the time. Sometimes she wears the clothes I give her, but more often than not she stays naked. I catch her drawing, reading, bathing, and she doesn’t run like she used to.
She’s finally submitted to me. My princess finally sees that it’s better to give in than it is to fight.
Because I take care of her. I cater to her every need. It’s true that she’s still stuck in the room even though she doesn’t want to be in there, but it’s not much of a prison. She has everything she could possibly need.
And then some. At night when she’s lonely, I can hear her softly begging my name. I love the sounds of her wanting me. I’ll come to her then, in the middle of the dark long night, and I’ll give her everything she needs. She arches her back under my touch as my lips graze her neck. I whisper in her ear, make her beg for my thick cock.
She wants her freedom. I understand that. She spent her whole life locked away and abused by her bastard father. My princess is tired of being locked away in a cage.
I told her it won’t be forever, and I meant it. With each passing day, I try and figure out the best way to give her freedom. I need to find a way to keep her, to take her away from the Romano bastards. I need to convince my father to intercede on my behalf with the Romanos. I want her, and I’ll have her. I don’t want war over it. But if it comes to that… That’s what it will have to be. A war. I’m not letting her go.
That’s on my mind as I meet my father in a deserted parking lot on the edge of town. We’re both wearing our usual hit clothing, black trousers with plenty of pockets filled with ammo and black turtlenecks. I have my rifle slung over my shoulder and he’s strapped with two pistols and a shotgun. He grins at me as I climb out of my car.
“You ready for this, son?”
“Of course,” I say. He laughs, clearly excited the way he always is on the eve of a hit.
I have to admit that I’m excited, too. I can feel my darkness roiling inside of my mind, begging to be released. It needs to be fed the blood and begging of my enemies. I know I’ll be feeding it soon. The excitement I feel is almost too much. And it’s her father. He’s caused her so much pain. Of all the men to wind up on my hit list, this one is personal.
“Let’s go over the plan one more time,” my father says, leading me over to his truck. He spreads a map of the city out on the hood and I stand over his shoulder, watching.