Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 125243 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 626(@200wpm)___ 501(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125243 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 626(@200wpm)___ 501(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
Giovanni smirks when Nico wiggles his index finger in the air, indicating the length of an erect Adami dick, before he reminds us of the rules. “All options are on the table. We just can’t kill them. That’s not in the cards.”
“I understand,” I repeat. Giovanni cocks a brow, and I pfft his lack of trust. “I do. All I want is Azra’s godmother’s house.” I seal the deal with a pledge no one in this room will hesitate to uphold. “Anything else can go to the Adami family’s many victims.” Including Antonio’s hands when I prove Azra’s claims that he murdered his first wife.
Chapter 43
Azra
Awave builds low in my stomach as every inch of my skin prickles with goose bumps. The mornings are getting cooler by the day as we approach winter, but I wake up drenched in sweat. The new birth control, which the Caruso family doctor suggested earlier this week when they added me to their medical database, isn’t causing me to sweat. It is my husband’s skilled tongue.
Matteo has woken me like this every morning for the past week. He’s either too impatient for me to wake or too hungry. The speed of his licks and his pussy-quaking groan when my fingers weave through his hair assure me it is the latter.
“Morning, la mia tigrotta.”
“Mo-morning,” I stammer out when he circles his lips around my clit and sucks it into his mouth.
I arch up to him, grinding against him as tingles race across my skin.
My virgin title meant we had to go slow the first few times, but now, things get out of control awfully fast. I don’t mind. I love being taken hard and fast by him. Every time I move, I’m reminded of how combustible our lovemaking is.
His damp roots wetting my fingertips zaps excitement through me. Patience is not Matteo’s strong point, but the dampness of his scalp and the pulse ringing in my ears announce he gave it his best shot this morning.
“How long have you been trying to wake me?”
His deep, rumbling voice vibrates through my pussy, making my knees fold inward. “Wake you? No, sweetheart, that isn’t what I was trying to do.” When he parts me with two fingers, I sweep my thighs open. I know what’s coming next, and I love it. “I was merely calculating how many times I could make you climax before you realized you weren’t dreaming.”
“I wasn’t dreaming?” I whisper, recalling the wickedly deviant dream I had last night.
“No, you weren’t.” He sends a hot puff of air over my clit before he slips two fingers inside me. My hands shoot out to grip the sheets as his fingers curl. It doesn’t matter the angle of my hips or the darkness of the room; he never struggles to find both my G-spot and my clit.
As he hardens my clit to an unimaginable stiffness, he stimulates my G-spot with perfectly timed strokes. I unravel in seconds, and the sensation blasting through me has me uncaring who hears my screams.
“Oh… Jesus Christ.” I should be used to waking this way. It’s as regular as brushing my teeth after breakfast, but every morning, he heightens my excitement to a never-before-reached level. “Matteo…”
“That’s right, la mia tigrotta. Let everyone know who has their head between your legs.” Between each word, he strikes my clit with his tongue. “It’s not Jesus. It is his much more fun and more corrupt little brother.”
His chuckles almost set me off when I mash his mouth back with my pussy while telling him to shut up and eat me like he means it.
“Yes, ma’am.”
As I grind against his mouth, he scrapes my clit with his teeth. The sensation of his prickles on the sensitive skin of my perineum feels amazing. It’s as gritty as our union, yet mind-hazing.
My muscles pull taut as tingles dance across my throbbing pussy. The pressure he places on the sweet spot inside me is perfect. I can’t stop moaning, grinding, and shouting his brilliance in the air.
As the tingles spread from the roots of my hair to the tips of my toes, I clench the walls of my vagina around his thrusting fingers, greedily sucking at him. My screams grow louder as another orgasm presents faster than I can comprehend how easy it is to get caught up in his hype.
Even when we’re not having sex, I’m constantly swept away. Matteo is a rough brute of a man, but he cares deeply. He loves his brothers, father, and everyone associated with them. And if I’m reading him right, he’s developing feelings for me as well.
The remembrance blindsides me with a brutal, body-shaking orgasm. My back lifts off the mattress as my toes curl. Pleasure pulsates around me, and Matteo watches every single spasm. He loves making me unravel as much as he loves when my hunger to taste him again has me acting like a wildcat.