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)
I can’t laugh at her jokes right now. “What happened? What were you doing in there?”
She’s quiet. Her head leans against my chest, her eyes closed, until she shifts slightly and turns to face me. Bruises are forming on her neck.
“I don’t want to talk about that right now.”
“Charlie—”
“Fuck the rule, okay? Fuck everything else.” She touches my chest. Her hand moves up and touches my cheek. “I almost died in there. And you know what I kept thinking? I was pissed I’d never get to kiss you again.”
“Charlie…” My heart stutters as I grip her hair and pull her close. “There won’t be a last time.” I crush her mouth to mine, tasting her, losing myself in the bliss of her whimpering moans.
I know we should get her to a hospital. I’m dimly aware that I’m missing something right now. She’s not telling me the full story.
I don’t care.
I have to kiss her.
Her taste is honey and her light gasp is music. I pull her into my lap and feel her grinding against my already stiffening cock. Water drifts down her breasts as I cup them in my hands. I tease her nipples, letting them pebble under my fingers. My tongue invades her mouth, and this should be a dream, but it’s not. This is my nightmare and also what I deserve.
I’ve been a violent man all my life. And now the first woman I’ve ever truly cared about is going to suffer for it.
I don’t know who that man was. I don’t even care. Right now, there’s only Charlie.
She climbs into my lap, wrapping her legs around my hips. I groan as she guides my cock against her slit, her kisses getting more intense and desperate as she slowly lowers down and lets me fill her to the brim.
We stay like that. My dick filling her, hard and pulsing, her tight warmth gripping me. I growl low into her mouth. She starts to ride me, so fucking slowly it hurts. Up and down again, slick and wild, her groans edged and rough from the injury to her throat. Fuck, this is wrong, she should be at a hospital, and I don’t care. She rides me harder and I grab her ass, losing control.
I pound into her. She throws her head back, crying out in bliss. I rip into her pussy, tearing her to pieces, marking her, owning her, breaking her so I can put her back together again. “I need you, I need you, don’t ever do that shit ever again,” I snarl desperately in her ear.
“I promise… I won’t… ever get strangled, ever again…” She grins, eyes bright with desire. “Now shut up and fuck me.”
I give her what she needs. I fill her again and again, kissing her mouth, nibbling her lips, sucking her nipples and squeezing her ass tightly. She grinds down tighter as she screams, and when I pull her hair and graze a thumb over her clit, it finally shatters her. She stiffens and comes, back shaking, legs splashing in the water as the orgasm takes her, and it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. It’s life, it’s good, it’s pure, and it kills me.
I finish inside her. Fuck, I don’t care about anything else. I hold her down and pump myself deep between her legs, kissing her, telling her how beautiful she is, how perfect she is, how I’ll kill a thousand men to keep her safe. Nothing matters but her. Nothing else matters at all.
We finish in a gasping mess. Water’s splashed all around the tub. It’s all pink and swirling from the blood that washed off my chest and hands. My knuckles are bruised and broken from that dead fuck. I’ll have to scrape him from my floor.
Good goddamn riddance.
She sighs, leaning against my chest. I love how pink her cheeks are. I love the little satisfied smile on her lips.
“Stay in here,” I whisper, pecking her neck. I climb out of the tub slowly, water dripping from my skin.
“Where are you going?”
“I’m getting you some clothes and calling our doctor.”
“Stefano—”
“No arguments. He’ll make a house call. I need to make sure you’re okay.”
“I’m fine. Honestly.”
“I’ve been injured enough to know sometimes you can’t tell. Just stay there.”
I quickly towel off and leave her in the tub. I head into my office and find the corpse where I left it. His face looks like someone went berserk on him with a sledgehammer. I’m about to use my office phone to call the doctor when I notice something on the floor.
It’s a keycard.
I frown and stoop down. It’s near the doorway, like someone dropped it. I slowly lift it up and study the front.
It’s Giorgio’s from the depot.
A cold chill fills me. I look at the dead body. Could this man have taken it? But why would he have brought it back? I’m disturbed, but I still manage to make the call. The doctor promises he’ll show up in the next hour.