Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 22626 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22626 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Emmy positions the tip of my cock at the entrance of her pussy, and I grab her hips, holding her steady as she sinks down, my thick length impaling her inch by inch.
"Oh God,"
I can feel her pussy gripping me, hot and tight and wet. "You okay, baby?"
She moans, her hips rocking. I can see the way she winces slightly, but she doesn't stop moving, her hands on my chest for leverage as she raises up, dropping down onto my cock again.
"That's right, baby. Just like that," I encourage her, holding her hips and letting her move. It takes everything in me to stay still and let her have control. I'm not used to giving it up, but with Emilia, it just feels right.
"Sandro…"
"What is it, baby? Tell me what you need."
"Help me."
I don't have to be asked twice. I guide her hips, showing her how to move, and she picks up on it quickly. Soon enough, Emilia is riding my cock like a pro, her ass bouncing against my thighs with every drop of her hips.
"Yes, fuck. Sandro, I'm going to come."
"Me too, tesoro. Come for Daddy."
She grinds down on my cock, and I can feel her pussy spasming, squeezing my length. It's too much, and I can't hold back. My orgasm slams into me, my come filling her, and she whimpers, her head dropping onto my shoulder, rolling her hips over and over as she milks every last drop of pleasure out of her orgasm.
“Sandro, Sandro, Sandro,” she chants, sinking her small teeth into the meat of my shoulder until finally the pleasure starts to ebb.
"My tesoro. My Emmy,” I murmur, stroking her back until I feel her fully relax.
I scoop her up, carrying her into the bedroom, not even bothering to ask if she wants to stay the night or not. My home is hers, even if she doesn't know it yet. She's mine now. And I'm never going to let her go.
6
EMMY
Idon't know which exact moment changed our relationship from boss hooking up with a secretary to something that feels a lot more like a real relationship, but I'm not about to complain.
Alessandro is possessive and powerful, but I find myself obsessing over him, too. He makes me feel things I never thought possible, both in mind and body. It takes me off guard when I realize I want things to be official between us. The rest of the world might be afraid of him, but I'm not. I want everyone to know that he's mine as much as I'm his, but I know it's just not the right time, no matter how much I want it to be.
We keep things under wraps in public, only because the heat from the car bombing and Enzo's assassination is still on. Sandro can't seem to help himself, though, and he makes it known in subtle ways that I am under his protection. A possessive hand on the back of my neck, acknowledging me first in a room full of men that far outrank me—Alessandro isn't as subtle as he thinks he is, but I don't mind.
His public display of breaking that asshole associate's fingers did have one upside, at least. Now everyone knows that Alessandro is more than just talk. He has no problem showing why he's the Boss by force if necessary.
It's been three days since that night, when he defended me, took my virginity, and then took me out for one of the most beautiful nights of my life. It's hard to concentrate, but I've managed to throw myself back into work while Sandro is out of the office.
It's easier to work when he isn't here normally. But when I spot the first discrepancy, I start to wish he were here, just so I had another set of eyes to confirm what I'm seeing.
Something isn’t right.
The numbers in front of me blur as I flip back and forth between the ledgers, cross-referencing payments, withdrawals, and missing funds that shouldn’t be missing. It’s subtle—so subtle that I almost didn’t catch it. But now that I have, it’s like staring at a puzzle where all the pieces suddenly click into place.
Marco.
The transactions are carefully spaced out and funneled through dummy accounts that look legitimate at first glance. But they aren’t. He’s been skimming, moving money in increments too small to raise suspicion. That alone would be enough to damn him. But the real problem—the real betrayal—is where the money is going.
A rival family.
My fingers tighten around the edge of the paper. Sandro was right. Someone in this building sold out Enzo, and now they’re coming for him next. And it’s his own Underboss.
Oh, fuck. I have to call him right now, but the sudden fear that the office might be bugged rises in me. I stand too quickly, my chair scraping against the floor, the sound too loud in the silent office. Trying to remain calm, I gather the pages, stacking them with shaking hands.