Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 90511 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90511 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
He deserves high praise if so.
But Stefano doesn’t hesitate. He pulls me into his arms and hugs me close against his incredible body. I melt into him, cradled by his massive size, feeling warm and praised and good.
“Can I be honest for a second?” I whisper, smiling to myself.
“Right now, you can say anything you want, and I’ll just worship you.”
I grin like a moron. What a dumb thing to say, but it was perfect anyway. “I didn’t expect this to happen.”
“Oh, I did. The second I saw you running through the men’s locker room. I thought to myself, I’m going to fuck her senseless all night and come in her pretty mouth.”
I laugh and slap him lightly on the arm. “Don’t say that.”
“What? I didn’t come in your mouth?”
“No, you did. I just mean—”
“You don’t want me to say dirty things when I’m not actively fucking you?”
My cheeks blaze pink. “Basically, yeah.”
He snuggles in closer, lips kissing me lightly. “Who says I’m done?”
I blink in surprise and twist to face him. He looks totally earnest. “But you already, you know—” I gesture vaguely down at his dick.
“I told you already. I get you for one night, and I’m going to have my fill.” He’s already stroking himself slowly. “Are you complaining? You’re free to go.”
Well, shit. A little thrill rekindles in my stomach. Is this guy for real? I don’t even know if I can handle that big dick in me again tonight, but I’m honestly so curious I can’t help myself.
I have to see what he can do.
It’s just one night. Tomorrow, it’ll be back to my old life. I’ve always liked transgressing against my family, but this is definitely a line I never should’ve crossed.
Only I’m on the other side already, and there’s no point in trying to go back.
“One of these times I’ll call your bluff,” I say, leaning up to kiss his lower lip.
“But not this time.”
“No, not this time.”
I wake up early the next morning sore as hell.
It’s a new experience for me. The dull ache between my legs is bizarre, but also satisfying.
The hulking Stefano snores lightly beside me in the bed.
I slip out and get dressed. The clock says it’s slightly past five in the morning and the sun’s barely rising outside. I can’t see well and nearly fall over, only to realize most of my clothes are still down in the kitchen.
I hate this. I don’t want to steal away without saying something. But what exactly am I supposed to tell him?
Last night was fun but I can’t ever see you again?
It’s just not a conversation we need to have.
“Thanks for letting me be someone else,” I whisper at the shadow of him before slipping to the bedroom door.
I pad lightly down the steps and put on the rest of my clothes in the kitchen. This whole walk of shame thing is a totally new experience for me.
I don’t love it.
But I don’t regret what we did at all.
So much of my life is buttoned-up and perfect. I’d never, ever let someone talk to me the way Stefano spoke to me last night. His hands were rough and firm, and he took exactly what he wanted.
No hesitation. No worrying.
That was intoxicating.
I wish I could be more like that.
But in the cold morning light, I’m still just myself.
Charlie Westbrook.
I slip out the front door, already starting to order an Uber, when I stop short.
There’s a black town car parked at the curb.
I recognize it instantly and a chill runs down into my toes.
The driver’s door opens and Albert steps out.
He smiles sadly at me. He’s always seemed like a kindly uncle. Even though I know he’s my father’s vicious underground fixer and the manager of all the pit fights. He looks like he belongs at a family barbecue making ribs and cracking jokes.
“Morning,” Albert says.
“How’d you find me?”
“One of my men followed you from the warehouse.”
I stiffen my spine. “They couldn’t have helped me when I needed them?”
He spreads his hands in apology. “Looks like someone stepped in before they could.”
My jaw works. This is very bad. It’s one thing for Albert to see me hanging around the warehouse—my grandfather is aware of how I spend my time—but it’s another catching me like this.
The ramifications play through my head, and I know I’m fucked.
“How mad is he?”
“You’ll find out.” Albert nods at the car. “Come on, Charlie. You should get this over with. He wants to see you as soon as you’re home.”
My eyes narrow. “Grandfather’s never awake before seven.”
“We’re not going to see your grandfather.” He sighs as he climbs back into the car.
Oh, fuck.
I can’t move. I can’t breathe.
If Grandfather didn’t send Albert, that means—
We’re going to see my dad.
And that’s just about my biggest nightmare.
Chapter 4
Stefano
It’s quiet in the locker room of the arena. The hum of the crowd is blocked by twenty feet of cinderblocks and insulation. I sit on the hard bench, elbows on my knees, listening to death metal to psych myself up.