Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 79349 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79349 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Seeing Jenna safe and sound sets me at ease.
I owe everyone big time. We worked around the clock to get the house ready over the past two days.
I only have five men guarding Jenna, but no one should go looking for her at the lakehouse.
Jenna heads back to her bedroom, and when she reads the letter I wrote her, I focus on her face, which is very expressive. Her features soften, and a shy smile curves her mouth up.
When she presses the letter to her chest, I whisper, “You’re welcome, meu anjinho.”
She walks to the window and looks out of it, then a moment later, she shrieks happily and falls on the bed with a breathtaking smile on her face.
I grin until she turns onto her stomach, and her shoulders shake as she starts to cry.
Just as I sit up and worry pours into my chest, I hear her whisper, “Thank you, E.”
My breathing stills as I stare at the woman who’s crawled into my heart, and needing to make sure I heard right, I rewind and replay the last thirty seconds.
“Thank you, E.”
I’ve been damn near obsessed with Jenna for ten days, but as I hear her speak for the first time, a much stronger emotion takes ownership of my heart and soul. It’s something I’ve never felt before, and now that she’s in the house and I have men guarding her, I know with dead certainty I’m never letting her go.
I’ll give her a few days to get comfortable before I go to the house, so we can talk about the future because her life is now irrevocably tied to mine.
Lying down on my side, I continue to watch as Jenna leaves the room to clean the house. Hours pass before she finally sits down on a couch in the living room, and excitement shines from her eyes when she switches on the TV.
It takes so little to make her happy.
As I drink in the beautiful vision that’s Jenna Dotson, I realize there’s one thing I want to own that money can’t buy.
I tap on the screen to enlarge it until I’m able to see the colors of her eyes.
Is your soul for sale, meu anjinho?
If I offer you millions, will you give yourself to me?
I stare at her face, and when her lips part, I wonder what she tastes like.
Probably sweet and innocent.
I zoom out again and look at the faded blue T-shirt she’s wearing. I’m guessing she’ll tremble when I undress her for the first time.
She’s twenty-six, so the odds of her being a virgin aren’t good, but she gives me the impression she’s inexperienced.
Her body is much smaller than mine, and if she hasn’t had sex often, her pussy will be a tight fit.
The corners of my mouth curve up, and not giving a fuck whether I’m being a creep, I turn onto my back and shove my sweatpants down. Wrapping my hand around my hard-on, I slowly begin to stroke myself while my eyes stay locked on Jenna.
One day, I’m going to peel off your clothes and savor every inch of your body as it’s revealed to me.
Jenna pulls her legs up and covers her mouth with her hands while her eyes grow wide, and from the reflection of the TV in the windows, I see a couple kissing.
If you can call it that. Their lips are barely touching.
My fist stills around my cock as my eyes snap back to Jenna, who lets out a soft shriek of excitement.
Meu Deus.
If that’s her reaction to a couple giving each other a peck, she is more innocent than I thought.
The little piece of information I just learned makes me even harder, and my fist begins to move fast.
With my eyes locked on the woman I want to fuck, I blow my load over my abdomen, letting out a satisfied groan.
I glance down at my cum, and when I think of filling Jenna until it drips down her inner thighs, my cock jerks.
Deus, the filthy things I want to do to you, meu anjinho, would send you running for the hills.
But alas, I won’t get to fuck her anytime soon and will have to be content with jerking off.
Climbing out of bed, I go to the bathroom and set my phone down on the counter so I can still see the screen while I strip out of my sweatpants.
I switch on the faucets, and as I wait for the water to warm up, I wipe off the mess on my abdomen.
Looking down at the tattoo covering all of my chest and abs, I wonder how Jenna will react to seeing the devil, horns and all, inked into my skin.
The beast’s mouth is open in a roar, and in his throat is a burning man.
I was twenty-nine when I finally got to kill Martim. He was a cab driver who took advantage of children living on the street.