Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 78155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
He gave me a look, brief and hard, a sharpening of his gaze. And then his hand was deep in my hair, and he kissed me the way I wanted, literally swept me off my feet and pulled me into him like I weighed nothing. Ravenous and hungry, he made me his, his hand on my ass, his fingers gripping my hair like the reins of a horse.
Then I was lifted from the floor entirely. He scooped his big arms underneath my thighs and carried me into the little bedroom off the hall. He rolled me onto the bed rather than threw me like he had before and slipped off both stilettos without pausing his kiss, like he’d done this so many times with so many other women.
But I somehow felt like the only one.
He reached under my dress, grabbed the fabric of my thong, and pulled it free from my legs before he stood fully upright, his head almost touching the ceiling of my loft, and tugged his long-sleeved shirt over his head to reveal his perfection.
I would never tire of it.
He moved to his jeans and loosened them quickly. Boots were kicked off, and then he was naked before me, his massive dick ready to play.
Dominic would be so jealous right now…
Luca moved over me and tugged up my dress, choosing to leave it on because it was too much work to get it off. He was in too much of a rush. One moment, he wanted to leave, and the next, he couldn’t burrow himself in me quick enough. He gently tugged on my hips and bent me into position, and then he shoved himself inside like he already knew I was wet.
He guessed right.
He forced his way inside with a thrust or two, a shovel digging for treasure in the earth, and then he smoothly sank the rest of the way. This was our usual position when we fucked, him on top of my folded body, our eyes locked together in the fires of passion. “You’re mine.” He didn’t say it the way he had earlier, with anger that nearly exploded like a volcano. Now, he said it quietly, almost gently. “My woman.”
I didn’t know what to say, paralyzed by the fat dick inside me, the hardness of his stare. The way our relationship had evolved to a deeper level that neither one of us expected. My mind still couldn’t accept what my heart so desperately wanted to believe—that this drop-dead gorgeous man was actually mine.
“Say it.” He was buried deep, but he hadn’t begun to move. “Now.”
It was a side to Luca I didn’t know. He was so rough and indifferent on the surface, even to his friends sometimes, but now he was different. We were different. “I’m yours.”
I’d barely finished the sentence when he rammed into me like a wrecking ball, giving me the pounding of a lifetime that made me want to come almost instantly. So much dick in so little time. He wasn’t kind with his length, giving it all to me even if it hurt, like he really wanted to mark me as his—from the inside out.
I jerked awake in a panic.
Slick with sweat, boiling hot, breathing so hard it was as if I’d run a marathon in my sleep. My eyes flicked around the apartment as I tried to search for my enemy. For the man who’d killed my family. The man who had come to kill me.
But as I continued to breathe in the dark, I realized I was alone in my apartment. No one was there to kill me. The man who had executed my entire family had never been in this apartment, but he would forever be seared in my mind.
The discomfort was painful in my chest. The nightmare had been so vivid that it poisoned all my organs. My body just didn’t work correctly anymore. My phone was on the nightstand, so I reached for it and called Luca.
I never would have called him before that fight we had the other night, when he thought I was fooling around on him with Dominic. But now, whatever barriers that had been between us had fallen. He was accessible to me in a way he hadn’t been before, so I didn’t hesitate before I made the call.
He answered before the second ring. “Baby, are you alright?” I could hear conversation around him, guys talking, their words unclear but their voices distinct.
He’d never called me that before, and I was stunned by the nickname. Stunned because he said it so effortlessly, said it like he’d said it a hundred times, and he did it right in the middle of the room with other people.
It was only then that I realized how stupid it was that I called. “You’re at work.” I knew that’s where he would be, but half asleep, I couldn’t think straight.