Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 45635 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 183(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45635 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 183(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
His eyes were wild, pupils blown black with lust. He leaned back enough I could look down at him. A low, broken groan tore from his chest as his hips jerked forward involuntarily. I watched in shock as his cock pulsed hard without him even touching it. Thick ropes of cum suddenly sprayed out, spilling down the fabric of his expensive pants, and dripping onto the stone terrace floor in heavy, messy spurts.
He came just from eating my pussy. Hands-free, completely untouched, and lost in the taste of me.
Seeing him lose control like that—the powerful Butcher coming untouched just from devouring me—sent a fresh wave of heat crashing through my body. My pussy clenched hard, another rush of wetness dripping down my thighs. The sight was so filthy, so raw, that it made me ache to be filled again. I had never felt more wanted, more owned, or more dangerously turned on in my life.
I had felt like something had been pulled out from under me, like I didn’t know where I stood anymore. But being there with him, feeling the way he unraveled me so I wasn’t worrying about what I couldn’t control, I realized something.
God help me… I didn’t want to be anywhere else than with Alexei.
Chapter Twenty
Alexei
Ididn’t leave her immediately. Lucia stayed where I had her, her body still loose from the way I’d taken control of the moment and forced her out of her head.
The tension that had been riding her when I first walked in was gone, replaced with something calmer. I watched her for a few seconds longer than I needed to.
I kissed her forehead, inhaling her scent, and stepped back to help her adjust her clothes. “I want you to stay inside tonight,” I said, my voice even, leaving no room for argument. “No wandering the grounds, or stepping outside unless I’m with you.” Right now I didn’t trust even my own property to keep her safe, not when there was a rogue motherfucker out there.
She didn’t argue, just nodded, watching me closely, like she was already putting together what came next. “You’re going after him.”
It wasn’t a question. “Yes.”
Her throat moved when she swallowed, but she held my gaze. “Are you going to kill him?”
I didn’t soften the truth. “If that’s what it takes.” I wasn’t going to pretend otherwise, not with her, not when she was already too far into my world to be treated like she didn’t understand what it required.
Lucia nodded again, slower this time, like she was accepting it rather than trying to make sense of why it had to go that path.
I cupped her jaw, holding her long enough to make sure she stayed focused on me and not whatever was trying to pull her somewhere else.
“You’re not tied to him,” I said. “Whatever he’s doing, whatever he’s trying to build, that has nothing to do with you. You’re mine. That’s the only thing that matters here.”
Her breath caught, but she didn’t pull away. “I know, but it’s hard to ignore the fact he’s my brother. Even if I didn’t know he existed, he’s family.”
“Blood is only important when loyalty and safety come with it. Alessio has given you none of that.” I kissed her temple and held my lips there for another second before stepping back. “I have some work to do, but I had to see you first.” I fucking loved the way her cheeks turned pink.
I led her back inside and she made her way to the library. I knew she loved to read, to get lost in a fictional world that wasn’t ugly and bloody or too fucking dangerous.
I stayed in the hallway and watched her disappear around the corner. I was hard again, my cock like this beast that just couldn’t get enough of her. When I finally forced myself to move, I went into my office, shut the door, and knew what came next required a different version of me, one that didn’t leave room for anything else but a monster.
I didn’t waste time before making the call. It rang once before he picked up.
“Alexei,” Vissarion said, his voice calm, edged with that quiet confidence that came from knowing he could get into anything if given enough time.
“Vissarion,” I replied.
There was a brief pause before he spoke again. “What do you need me to do?”
“I need everything found on a Rossi bastard,” I said, keeping it direct. “It’s not tied to their main operation. He’s moving on his own.”
“Who?” he asked.
“Alessio Esposito.” Silence followed for a second.
“He’s the bastard son of Francesco Rossi,” Vissarion spat without phrasing it as a question.
“Yes.” I leaned back slightly in the chair as I spoke. “He’s not recognized. He doesn’t answer to anyone, but he knows who his father is, and he’s using that to build an empire. He’s pulling in his own people, setting up his own routes, and making moves.” I clenched my jaw.