Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 111537 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 558(@200wpm)___ 446(@250wpm)___ 372(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 111537 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 558(@200wpm)___ 446(@250wpm)___ 372(@300wpm)
I’m mesmerized by her bouncing tits. They’re so perfect, as if they were sculpted by a master Italian artist. I’m closing in on my release, but I want a better angle. Without breaking contact, I flip her over onto her back.
She’s forced to hold on under the sudden shift, pressing her chest to mine and wrapping her arms around my back. When I come down on top, her body is so hot, I nearly explode. I’m going out of my mind trying to resist. The next few moments are either going to be ecstasy or torture, depending on how I play it.
I decide to let myself go. We have a lifetime to experiment with different positions, in different locations. I need this release like I’ve never needed anything else. I ease up to get a better angle, and thrust into her with all my strength. From this vantage point, I can see her entire form, writhing with pleasure beneath me.
I slam my dick home, bursting at the seams as the life force leaks out of me. She climaxes at the exact same time, crying out and arching her chest toward me. This is the best I’ve ever felt in my life. Powerful. Erotic. Masculine.
It takes me a long moment to calm down. I can hear our combined breath as if from a long distance away. There is a slight sheen of sweat covering her that makes her skin glisten; and I think she can’t get any more beautiful.
I remove myself from between her legs reluctantly. We’re not in the bedroom, and the limo is probably going to arrive home any minute. I pull my pants up and sit down to fasten my belt. She remains in position a moment longer, letting her heartbeat slow. I gaze down at her fondly, stroking one hand gently up her leg.
This is something worth dying for. She is someone worth killing for. I swear to myself that I’ll never let her out of my sight, and that she’ll be as safe with me as she would be in a palace or a castle.
Finally, she drags herself into a sitting position and pulls on her bikini bottoms. I watch as the luscious tits disappear beneath the expensive dress and she does her best to fix her hair. It looks like there is sex after marriage, and I’m anticipating a lot more where that came from.
We drive through the gates a moment later, having fully expended our time on the road.
CHAPTER 35
MARLENA
Francisco helps me out of the car and then immediately disappears. I see him throw an arm over his brother’s shoulder as they walk behind the house. I guess they’re going to talk business. I already said I didn’t want to know anything about what Francisco does, and I’m sticking to that.
I watch as the driver pulls bags out of the trunk, one after another. I hadn’t realized how many bags I had until just now. There are three from our American shopping trip and three from Italy. In addition, there are a number of souvenirs Francisco brought, things to decorate our house with.
Our house.
It feels funny thinking about Francisco’s mansion that way. I gaze up at its austere walls. The windows cutting edge, which are bulletproof. It’s so fancy for someone like me. I’m used to smaller apartments, the kind with only one or two bedrooms.
Growing up, we were constantly on the move. Now that I know about my father’s business, it makes sense. At the time, I thought that was how everyone lived. There were times when we shared a hotel room, all three of us. There were also times when we had more stability and my father was able to rent an apartment or a house.
But I’ve never had the kind of real estate footprint that Francisco owns. I decide I’d like to explore. I’ve been nearly everywhere inside the house, but I’m sure there are things I haven’t discovered. What treasures might be waiting in the attic or in the little side room off the kitchen? What kinds of flowers are growing in the greenhouse and in the gardens? I’m dying to know.
I stop myself cold, glancing up at my new home. Brandon is missing. I can’t believe I almost forgot. I feel guilty for seeking pleasure with my new husband while my brother’s in danger. I should be focusing all my attention on getting him back.
I glance around and find that there are at least three men watching me. Most of the soldiers from Carmine’s family—my family—are already inside. But my bodyguard and two other dangerous-looking individuals are waiting for me to go in first.
I guess Francisco increased the number of people taking care of me. I’m not sure whether to appreciate the gesture or disapprove. It feels like this house is safe enough. I don’t think I need three dedicated guards.