Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 98583 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 493(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98583 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 493(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
“I’m so sorry,” she whispers, fingernails lightly scratching down my scalp. “God, that’s so awful. I don’t know what he was thinking, but he was wrong, Adriano. You’re a good leader. The men respect you. They looked up to you.”
“He didn’t.”
“He was a fucking idiot.”
I smile slightly. I like it when she curses. “What a dirty mouth.”
“Don’t try to change the subject.” She leans back and looks into my eyes. “You’re a good Don.”
“How could you know that, amore mio? You’ve only been in the Famiglia for a short time.”
“I see it in the way your guards and soldiers act toward you. They listen to your orders and obey even when you’re not around. And when you are in the same room, they stand taller and straighter, like they want to impress you. I’ve never heard a single one of them say a bad thing.”
“My men aren’t dumb enough to badmouth the Don to his wife.”
“You know what I’m saying.”
“I appreciate what you’re trying to do. But one of the few men I looked up to in this world thought I was doing such a bad job he had to murder me. You’re right, okay? It’s like a knife in my chest.”
“You’ll get through this. You’ll be stronger on the other side.”
“This is a messed-up world we’ve built for ourselves.” I kiss her neck and run my hand into her hair. I fist it lightly and pull back, making her whimper with surprise. “It’s a dark and ruthless world. My father taught me that from a young age. Trust nobody, kill anyone that gets in your way. That’s how he lived, and it’s the lesson he tried hardest to teach me. I don’t think I really understood it, at least not until Frank tried to put a bullet in my head.”
“It doesn’t have to be all darkness.” Her lips part slightly. She looks so small and precious. I swear a halo of light glows around her head, and she smells perfect, like honey and lilacs. I tighten my grip in her hair, and all I can think about is ruining her with my mouth, with my cock, fucking her into submission, breaking her and making her scream.
And that’s why I don’t deserve her.
“You’re wrong,” I whisper softly. “You saw what my future’s going to be.”
She tilts her head. “What do you mean?”
“What happened to my father. You saw him at the end.”
“You think it’s genetic?”
“I think it’s likely. And even if I don’t get the exact same kind of dementia, I’ll have an ugly and violent end sooner or later. I was nearly gunned down by a man I considered family. My life is always going to be dangerous, amore mio. You don’t want a man like me.”
She seems surprised. “That’s not true.”
“I’m telling you it is.” I release her hair. “You’re good, Lucy. You’re a decent person. You’re not from my ugly world. You’re lightness and brightness. You’re a feather, and I’m a rusty iron knife. I’m just going to drag you down.”
“Stop it.” She grabs my face roughly and makes me look at her. “Why are you talking like this all of a sudden?”
“Because I’ve been thinking this since we got married. I’m a black hole, Lucy. I don’t want to corrupt you any more than I already have.”
She leans in and crushes her mouth to mine. Fuck, that kiss nearly breaks me. I should shove her off. I should throw her to the floor and command her to leave me alone. I was nearly killed by my own family. Why would she want anything to do with me now?
But instead, she turns until she’s straddling me, hips grinding down against my stiffening cock. Even here, in my bleakest and lowest moment, I still want her despite everything. I should run and leave her alone. I should give her space and maybe let her find a new life outside of this hell.
Instead, I drag my tongue across her lips and crush my mouth tighter to hers.
I’m a weak man.
And she’s my drug.
All I can do is crave her. Every part of me breaks when she’s in the room.
And if she wants me? There’s nothing in the world that will keep me from her.
She moves her hips, sliding herself against my hard cock. It’s like iron between her soft thighs. I growl into her mouth, making her whimper as I suddenly stand, passion driving me like a monster.
I shove my desk clear. Fuck everything. Fuck the world. There’s only Lucy, my wife, my sunshine, and my light. I sit her down, and she wraps her legs around me, whimpering and moaning, making greedy, beautiful fucking noises as she hurriedly tries to unbuckle my belt.
I help her, ripping my fly open. Her hands fumble at my dick and get it free, stroking me roughly. I grab her hand and spit into it, her eyes going wide, and she rubs her palm against my tip. “That’s a good girl,” I purr as she strokes me. “Now use your mouth, baby.”