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)
With his hand guiding mine like a puppeteer does a puppet, he mutters, “The dumb act might work on idiots like Antonio, but that shit won’t fly with me.” I shudder, a handful of strokes making my palm sticky. He’s fuming mad, but not enough not to react to how good it feels to have my hands on him. “You know what you did.”
I try to keep lust out of my tone. I don’t know why I bother. My words brim with it. “He won’t marry me if the purity clause isn’t in place.”
“He won’t marry you because you’re pure! What the fuck about that don’t you understand?”
I understand what he’s saying. Wholly. I saw Antonio’s expression when I announced we hadn’t slid past home plate. The interest in his eyes while drinking in my heated cheeks and kiss-plump lips faded to empty black pits.
Although I comprehend Matteo’s frustration, we can’t ignore the facts. “If I don’t uphold the purity clause, none of the terms of the marriage contract will be valid. I need them in place.”
“Why?” Matteo asks his question with so much interest you’d swear I wasn’t pumping his cock in rhythm to the frantic thuds of my heart.
I stroke his cock without his guidance a handful of times, hopeful it will ease the frustration my following words will hit him with. “I can’t tell you that.”
He stiffens. Not all the firmness is below the belt.
“Fine… then get on your knees. If I’m the one putting in all the work to make that douche come crawling back to you, I should get some benefits for my efforts.”
Although my mouth waters to taste him again, I try to keep a cool, collected head. “I’ll give you Antonio’s share of the Adami fortune. Since it’s only divided between three siblings, it’s substantially more than the one hundred million you’d have to pay to cancel our agreement.”
In the side mirror of his motorcycle, I watch him work his jaw side to side. “You don’t have access to his money. Not even after you wed can you offer a guarantee like that.”
“No, I won’t,” I agree. “But I will shortly after.”
“No prenup?” Matteo assumes.
It isn’t surprising that’s his first thought. Even against the boss of all bosses’ advice, rumors circulated the mafia realm that Giovanni refuses to ask Valentina to sign a prenup. If they get divorced, Valentina will get more than half his fortune. She’ll get the lot. Giovanni refuses to live in a world without Valentina. Divorce is the equivalent of death to him.
I wet my suddenly dry lips before shifting my focus back to the task at hand. “We have a prenup.” Matteo’s anger grows tenfold when I add, “It covers infidelity, children, and a seven-figure payment for each year of marriage.” It doesn’t, however, include any stipulations for death. “It’s a lot of money, Matteo. And it can all be yours.”
“I don’t want his fucking money!” Somehow, he tugs me off the bike before he straddles it sideways. “I want him on his knees.” I see his internal conflict, but he pushes it to the back of his mind as he weaves his fingers through my hair and forcefully lowers me to the ground. “Just like I want you on your knees too.”
Our eyes lock briefly, and it’s then that I realize he isn’t angry.
He’s hurt.
“This won’t make anything better,” I murmur, struggling not to let the tension hissing between us devour me whole.
“I’m not so sure about that,” Matteo says as pre-cum drips into his jeans. “I’ve got no issues upholding the purity clause… especially since they don’t see oral penetration as a breach of contract. What I have a problem with is being played for a fool.” He tightens his grip enough to raise his ass off his bike’s seat and ram my reply down my throat. “Suck it.”
“Go to hell,” I repeat, instinctively moving closer rather than repelling.
“That’s not a viable threat for a man like me.” My erratic pulse might be disrupting my hearing, but I swear he says, “Especially if I drag you right there with me,” just before releasing a lusty groan from my tongue clearing away a tiny droplet of pre-ejaculation from the tip.
I hate folding on my morals, but my terms weren’t exactly fair. Matteo had nothing to gain from our agreement except access to money he already has in abundance—and that’s only if my plan works. It could fall flat on its face.
That worry is the sole reason I’m sucking his dick.
It is completely separate from the healthy buzz of my clit and the dampness of my panties.
Yeah, right.
I’m such a liar.
“New terms,” I murmur, licking the length of him.
Matteo tugs on my hair as he guides my lips over the wide crown, adding a teasing element to the shivers coursing through my veins. “I’m listening.”