Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 84324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 422(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 422(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Adriano brings his hand to my face again and brushes his index finger over my flaming cheek. “Your skin turns warm when you blush.”
“Yep.” Feeling awkward, I rock on the balls of my feet. “Kind of feels like I’m on fire right now.”
He frames my face with his palms, the coolness from his skin easing some of the heat.
Slowly, something changes, tensing the air, and the next moment he strikes like a cobra, his mouth crashing into mine.
I gasp loudly, because even though I expected it a few minutes ago, I’m still caught by surprise. I grab hold of his sides and register the solid feel of him beneath my fingers.
At first I’m slow to respond, only able to take in that he tastes like mint and whiskey.
God, the scent of his cologne fits his dark aura.
His teeth tug at my bottom lip, and as a wave of tingles crashes through me, his tongue thrusts into my mouth and strokes mine hard.
An embarrassingly loud needy sound escapes me. I’ve never been verbally expressive during intimate moments, and I definitely haven’t felt the kind of tingles he’s making me feel.
My stomach dips and soars, my abdomen clenches, and my fingers fist in his shirt as his mouth roughly dominates mine.
There is nothing tender about this moment, and all I can do is go along for the wild ride as his lips nip at mine and his tongue sets fire to my mouth.
My breaths turn choppy, and every inch of my body feels like it’s buzzing.
Just as quick, Adriano frees my mouth. With his lips parted and glistening, his breaths rushing over them, he looks smoking hot.
I swear his eyes are black, lending a brutal quality to his beauty.
As my brain begins to function again, his expression softens until all I see is awe.
“Bellissima,” he murmurs as if he’s stuck in a trance. “Sei mia, mia piccola farfalla.”
My voice is hoarse when I ask, “Is that Italian?”
With his intense eyes still very focused on me, he nods. “I’m Sicilian.”
“Oh.”
I lick over my tingling and swollen lips, which draws his attention back to my mouth.
He closes the distance between our faces, and his lips tug at mine in a sensual way that makes desire rush through me.
It’s so overwhelming that I break the kiss and take a couple of steps away from him. Placing my hand on my chest, I croak, “C-can we slow down for a moment?”
I half expect him to remind me that he paid for me and can do whatever he wants, so I’m surprised when he lets out a heavy breath and says, “Of course. I didn’t come over to fuck you.”
He walks to the glass table and pours himself a drink before going to stand in front of the windows.
Wrapping my arms around myself, I remain rooted to the spot while I try to process the enigma of a man that’s taken my life by storm.
If his kisses are this intense, I can only imagine what the sex will be like.
I’m a vanilla girl. I’ve cared about the two guys I’ve been with and always thought that all-consuming passion you read about was a myth. Sex was always just…sex. Good sometimes, occasionally comforting, but never the kind of experience that made the world fall away.
Never something that left me breathless from more than just physical pleasure.
But with Adriano, this stranger I’ve only known a day, a single kiss feels dangerous. It’s like he’s able to strip away every thought in my head until all I can focus on is him, the feel of his mouth, the weight of his attention, and the possessive way he touches me.
I’ve never experienced anything like this and don’t know how to handle it.
Besides Elise, every single person that I’ve crossed paths with has made me feel like less. Eventually, they all lose interest, and I become an annoyance they’re saddled with.
I give my all and get a slap in the face in return.
But I don’t have to worry about that with Adriano. He’s paid for me. I already got my reward, so to speak, and once I sign the contract, I’ll get another five million.
Whether he’s in my life for a week or a year doesn’t really matter.
I sort through my thoughts until I come to the conclusion that I should leave my emotions out of this relationship, or whatever this is. The kisses are mindblowing so odds are the sex will be great.
And that’s all it will be. No love. No connection. No heartbreak and feeling like a piece of discarded trash when the deal comes to an end.
Having made up my mind, I say, “If you want to have sex, we can. I mean… you already paid for it.”
Adriano doesn’t reply but instead sets his empty tumbler down and walks to the elevator. I watch as he pushes the button, and when the doors open, he steps inside before locking eyes with me.