Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 87704 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87704 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
“No,” I lie.
“Tell me,” he murmurs, his voice low and coaxing.
“It’s nothing.”
His grin turns wicked and predatory like he can scent the arousal threading through my veins. His fingertip skims up the exposed side of my neck, lingering where my pulse beats erratically, his gaze following the path of his touch. A shiver rolls down my spine, my skin pebbling with goosebumps. “That so?” His hand trails lower, down my forearm, the pads of his fingers barely ghosting over my skin. “Why don’t I believe you?”
Before I can second-guess myself, before logic can pull me back, Alexis cups my jaw and crushes his lips to mine. The kiss is demanding, unapologetic, his tongue teasing my lower lip until I let him in. Heat flares through me as he explores my mouth, a wildfire consuming everything rational, pooling low in my belly. My fingers clutch his shirt, fisting the fabric, anchoring myself to him as his other hand grips my hip, possessive and firm.
He pulls back just enough for his breath to ghost against my lips, “On your knees.”
A shudder wracks my body, but I obey without hesitation, sinking between his legs as though my body was created for his command. My breath stutters, memories of Luca staring down at me with his piercing gaze flashing through my mind. Alexis leans forward, threading his fingers through my hair, his grip firm—not painful but in control.
“You know what you have to do for me to cross the line, gattina.” His words hiss through his lips as though he’s barely holding onto his own restraint, silk, and steel, seductive and dangerous. “If that’s what you want.”
He waits, staring down at me, knowing the desires that linger in me better than I do. “Now, beg.”
My lips part, but no sound escapes. My throat is dry, my pulse has a frantic drumbeat. The weight of his command settles over me, intoxicating, dizzying.
“Don’t make me wait.”
“Please,” I whisper.
His eyes glitter like gems, his lips drawing into a smile that could corrupt the purest heart. His fingers graze my lips, tracing the shape of my mouth. “Suck,” he orders, pressing two fingers past my lips.
I obey, hollowing my cheeks around him, tasting the salt of his skin. His breath hitches, and his grip tightens in my hair. He pushes further, past the back of my tongue into my throat, testing me, and I open it for him the way I’d need to accommodate this long, thick cock. The dark pleasure in his gaze makes my stomach clench and heat coil tighter between my legs. I squeeze my thighs together in rhythmic pulses, seeking friction, anything to alleviate the throbbing ache.
And then—
“What the fuck is this?”
Alexis jerks back as if burned. I release his fingers with a wet pop, spinning toward the voice, my stomach knotting with dread. Antonio stands in the doorway, his face pale, his eyes a storm of fury and devastation. His jaw clenches so tight, I swear his teeth grind.
The air in the room shifts, thick with something far more dangerous than lust.
Antonio’s gaze locks onto mine, and for the first time since my captivity began, true fear skates down my spine. His expression guts me, the raw betrayal there slicing deeper than I could have imagined.
Before I can process it, before I can say a single word to explain, he’s moving.
I barely register the way he lifts me from the carpet like I weigh nothing more than a feather, his grip bruising, his movements swift. My breath leaves me in a gasp as he throws me over his shoulder, and I beat his back in protest, but he doesn’t falter, doesn’t loosen his hold.
He carries me up the stairs, each step vibrating with barely contained fury. The door swings open, and I’m tossed onto the mattress, the impact knocking the air from my lungs.
Antonio stares at me, his fists trembling at his sides, his whole body coiled tight like he’s barely holding himself together. His expression is twisted—not just with anger, but something deeper. Something raw.
His storm-gray eyes glisten, and it wrecks me to think that I’ve hurt him. I thought giving in would make things easier for me.
I was very, very wrong.
“What is this, Aemelia?” His voice is rough, cracked, and edged with something dangerously close to heartbreak. He takes a step back, pressing against the wall as if putting space between us will help him make sense of what he’s seeing.
I force my chin up. “What is what?”
“What are you doing with Alexis and Luca?” His jaw tightens, the muscle ticking violently beneath his olive skin.
“You’re jealous?” I ask, my voice quieter than I want it to be.
Antonio’s nostrils flare. He juts out his chin and it seems as though he wants to laugh, but there’s nothing funny in his eyes. “This is serious.”