Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 90511 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90511 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
The excitement in his eyes finally tips me over the edge. I shatter all over his hand as promised, body shaking and trembling with the force of the orgasm, all the pain of his spanking and all the hatred filling my core exploding out in a pool of absolute heaven and sin. I never should have let this happen, never should have touched Stefano to begin with, but I can’t regret a single second of it. I’m too filled with light and ecstasy to care about anything but his fingers plunging in and out of my slick pussy.
I finish for my husband, and when I’m done, he releases me, but he doesn’t let me go.
“So fucking pretty when you come,” he whispers, pulling me against him, holding me in his arms. “Look at you, all flushed and defiant. Like you think this is some kind of game.”
“You’re telling me it’s not?”
“It’s our marriage.” He’s so warm and big. I like his smell as it mingles with the scent of my sex.
We stay like that for a few beats. I didn’t know he could be so gentle. It’s like the second I was done orgasming, a switch flipped, and now he’s being all gentle and kind.
I almost like this. Almost, maybe, not quite. He’s still Stefano. Still an arrogant prick.
But he gives good hugs.
And apparently can spank and finger like a maniac.
“Can I ask you something?” I look up into my husband’s face, struck again at how insanely attractive he is. “Do you really think this marriage thing is serious? I mean, it’s an arrangement between our families, right? It can’t be—”
There’s a banging on the door. The chair rattles but doesn’t fall. I yelp and rip myself away from Stefano. He releases me, looking concerned as I pull my dress on, heart racing.
“Help me with this,” I hiss at him.
He hesitates as the door bangs again. This time, someone calls out, “Stefano, are you fucking in there? I’ve been looking all over.”
My husband sighs as he helps me into the dress. “Luca,” he says grimly.
“That’s your friend, right?”
“Friend and boss. Complicated relationship.”
“Your specialty.”
He smirks as he zips me up. “What’s the fun in simple?”
“You should try it sometime.”
“Too bad I’m stuck with you instead.” He hesitates, hands still lingering on my hips. Then he leans in quickly and kisses me on the corner of the mouth. “You’re beautiful in that dress, Charlie.”
The sincerity yanks my breath straight from my chest.
Stefano goes to the door. I lean back against the table, not sure what the hell to make of anything right now. He moves the chair away and throws the doors wide, grinning massively.
His mafia friend-slash-boss is standing there, looking annoyed. Luca’s another big man, fit and athletic. Handsome in a cleaner, less menacing sort of way. He glances at me, frown deepening.
“I need you. Work calls.” He gives Stefano a meaningful look.
“Seriously? On my wedding night?”
“Seems like you already got a jump on the festivities.”
My cheeks turn crimson. “We were just talking.”
“I don’t care what you two were doing.” Luca gestures with his chin. “Come on. This is important.”
Stefano doesn’t look happy, but he nods and glances back at me. “I’ll see you later.”
“You’re seriously leaving your own wedding?”
“It’s the job.” He follows Luca from the room and I’m left alone, still reeling from the orgasm and not sure how to feel about his sudden disappearance, wondering if this is going to be my life from now on.
Chapter 12
Stefano
“You pulled me away from my own wedding for this?”
The trucking depot is dark this late at night. The outside floodlights send long shadows across the empty lot. Security cameras stare down balefully from the roofline.
“Didn’t think you needed a better reason.” Luca picks his way over broken glass and lightly taps the ruined back door with his toe. It’s hanging on by a single hinge, and the second he touches the edge, it clatters down to the ground with a loud crash. He looks back at me, eyebrows raised. “What more did you need?”
“A few dead bodies would be nice. Wouldn’t complain about gold bars.”
“Who the hell has gold bars these days?”
“Pirates.”
“Right.” Luca steps into the darkened back hallway. “Come on. It gets worse.”
I follow him inside. The place looks normal at first. We flip on lights as we go. The main depot area is quiet for the night. More security cameras are placed at strategic areas, and a high-end alarm system is currently inactive. Otherwise, the place would be going crazy from motion sensor trip wires.
There are several trucks in the main bay. Nothing looks out of place. Several Marino soldiers linger around, looking grim and bored. They nod respectfully as we walk past.
Luca takes me to the back hallway. I slow and stop, staring in surprise. The office door is standing wide open, and past it, the room’s a complete wreck.