Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 79336 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79336 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
I felt his stare, so my eyes moved to him.
He continued to stare at me, Rocco talking to him about whatever was going on.
I looked back at the computer, but even after I finished an edit, I could still feel him. So I looked back—and his stare hadn’t changed.
“Tell him if he doesn’t make the switch by midnight, I’ll pay him a visit.” He hung up the phone and tossed it onto the desk. Then he was on his feet and coming toward me. When his hands reached behind his head and he yanked off his shirt, I knew what that stare had been about. “Get your ass over here.”
I’d barely put the laptop on the coffee table when he grabbed me by the ankles and tugged me down the couch. I was in a little sundress, and it immediately rode up when he yanked me toward him.
He undid his jeans and pushed them down enough for his hard cock to spring free. Then he yanked off my thong and pressed me into the corner of the couch before he shoved himself inside me without giving me even a minute to prepare for it. “You think you can sit there in that little dress and not expect me to fuck your brains out?” His hand slid into the back of my hair, and he gripped it hard before he slammed into me, nailing me right on the couch like he hadn’t fucked me this morning.
It was hard and rough and fast, and I finished in less than a minute or two. It was just so unexpected, and he was so dominant . . . and a little crazy. He gave a moan when he finished, giving me all of his length even when I winced, like the primal urge took over and he couldn’t control it.
He abruptly withdrew from me, pulled his jeans back on, grabbed his shirt from the floor, and started to put it on as he walked back to his desk—like nothing happened. “Now I can fucking focus.” He sat behind the desk and grabbed his phone again.
I fixed myself up, put my underwear back on, and then sat there and wondered if my panties would be strong enough to stop the dam inside me from breaking free. I put my laptop back on my lap and tried to find the strength to focus, when I heard Constantine take a call.
“Hey, Ma.” He was his jovial self—as if he hadn’t just fucked me like an animal. “You know, same ol’, same ol’. How are Beatrice and the little ones?” He listened for a while before his eyes flicked to me. “Yeah, she’s good.”
I knew she’d just asked about me.
“Medusa has really taken to her.” He listened again, relaxed in the chair, eyes still on me. “You want to talk to her yourself? She’s right here.”
I could actually hear her gasp from the phone all the way over there.
“Yeah, she’s here. I’m working in my office, and she’s doing her photography stuff. Hold on.” He stood up and headed around the desk toward me.
Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god.
He stopped in front of me and handed me the phone. “Ma wants to say hi.”
I felt my eyes get so big they were about to burst out of my face.
He smirked then mouthed, “You’ll be fine.”
“I’m scared.”
“You’ll be fine.” He made a fist and put it to his chest just the way he did on the rock in Taormina—telling me to be brave.
I took the phone with a shaky hand. “Hello?”
“Aurelia! Aww, dear, how are you?”
“I’m good,” I said with a shaky voice, still unable to believe I was talking to her. “How are things in paradise?” I suddenly drew a blank, having no idea what her name was. I’d just referred to her as Constantine’s mother. “What’s her name?” I mouthed.
“Sofia,” he mouthed before he sat beside me on the couch.
“It’s beautiful, but the tourists are rampant. We have a line out the door the second we open—fifty people in line!”
“Oh wow, that’s good for business, though.”
“Yes, but it’s crazy all day until we close. Beatrice has been helping me out so much. She’s a great daughter.”
“Yeah, that’s great.”
“But enough about me,” she said. “I want to hear about you.”
“Um . . . just been doing my photography. Shoots here and there.”
“What kind of photography, dear?”
“Weddings, engagement photos, events, stuff like that. I like it, but I’ve been working a lot lately.”
“Oh, I bet my son doesn’t like that,” she said with a slight chuckle.
“Actually, he’s been pretty busy too. But it’s okay because we both have stuff to focus on.”
“Sounds like a match made in heaven.”
“Yeah . . .” Jeez, she was so nice. I felt like she liked me the second I walked in the door. I didn’t have to do anything. I was just accepted without conditions. “I miss Taormina. I love Rome, but I fell in love with your town.”