Total pages in book: 152
Estimated words: 144979 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 725(@200wpm)___ 580(@250wpm)___ 483(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 144979 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 725(@200wpm)___ 580(@250wpm)___ 483(@300wpm)
“Breathe.” He directs me.
“I am,” I choke out. God, he’s only halfway in. A quarter, maybe. I’m not sure.
“You can take all of it, cara. You will.”
He kisses me slow and deep, the taste of him soaking into my veins. Everything dissolves until all that exists is this moment. Soon, I feel him sliding back and forth. Inch by inch, he buries himself inside me, and a slow-burning flame of desire licks up my spine.
He fills my lungs with his exhalations and swallows every sound of pleasure from my mouth. When he finally gives me as much of him as I can take, all that’s left is bliss.
His palms squeeze against my ass, lifting me off the table and shifting me so I feel every throbbing inch of him. I anchor my palms against his shoulders, holding on for dear life as he drags me down the length of his cock. When he hits the perfect spot deep inside me, an explosive current of pleasure radiates through my entire body.
My head falls back and I cry out, choking on the sound as I remember the witnesses outside the castle wall.
“Don’t hide it,” he grits out. “I want to hear all of it.”
He thrusts into me, over and over, giving me no choice. Every sound rips from my throat on a ragged breath as the pressure in my body rises.
“Who does this belong to?” he demands.
“You.”
“Who has it always belonged to?”
“You.”
“Così, brava,” he praises me. “Now what else?”
My fingers bite into his shoulders as his earlier question comes back to haunt me. Somehow, I knew I wouldn’t get out of answering.
Life or death, who would it be?
Deep down, I already know who I’d choose, but I don’t want to give voice to it. It isn’t fair. But Angelo doesn’t play fair.
He fucks me harder, punishing me with his grip and edging me closer to insanity.
“Who, Abella?”
He thrusts so hard I scream, temperature rising as my pleasure swells. Every muscle in my body trembles. I’m so close to the most explosive orgasm of my life, and all that stands in my way is one little word.
I try to think, to find reason, to wonder what it all means. But I’m hovering at my breaking point, and he knows it.
“Give me a name.” The words hiss between his teeth.
“You!” I yell. “I’d choose you.”
He wrenches my head to the side, a visceral growl of satisfaction rumbling against my ear. “Such a good fucking girl. Now come all over my cock.”
He drops me onto the table and arches me back, his shirt rubbing my bare skin as he hammers into me. My heart pounds against my chest, and my body bows so hard it feels like I’m going to snap. At the same time, broken breaths fall from his lips as every muscle in his body draws tighter.
He needs this as much as I do.
The masculine sound he makes is what sends me spiraling out of control and straight into the abyss of oblivion. Violent spasms rack my body as electricity sparks through every nerve, sending waves of pleasure all the way down to my toes.
In the periphery of my mind, I feel myself clenching around Angelo. He lets out a low curse, burying himself deep inside me as pure, sweet agony unleashes from his throat.
His cock pulses, filling me with his warmth as he draws out his release in small, jerking thrusts. It sets off more aftershocks in my body, and I ride the wave until all that’s left is a haze of bliss.
I’m breathless, strung-out, and barely able to form a coherent thought when I feel him shift. He’s still inside me, but he leans away as if he’s reaching for something. Then he speaks.
“She doesn’t even remember your name. But I can promise you this—she’ll be screaming mine for the rest of her life.”
His body jerks hard, and a sharp, wet crack pierces the air—like a watermelon being blown wide open. Something warm splatters across my face and chest, and I let out a choked whimper.
The gurgling that follows is so close, dread prickles my skin. I rip off the blindfold, my stomach revolting at what I see.
Less than two feet away from where Angelo just fucked me, Matteo is bound to a chair, gasping out his final breath. A horrific silence settles over us as one final twitch wrenches from his body, and he falls limp.
His face is still twisted in a grimace, hollow eyes staring right through me.
I’m frozen and numb, my mind refusing to believe it. But when I look up and see the chilling indifference in Angelo’s gaze, I know it’s real. He pulls out of me and reaches for a napkin on the table. Wiping my virgin blood off his dick, he stares at it for a long moment. Then, as if to prove his final point, he tosses it onto Matteo’s body.