Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 91389 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 457(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91389 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 457(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Oh, god. Oh my freaking god.
I’m shaking with how badly I want him right now. I must be soaked because every inch of my skin is screaming for his touch. It’s irrational, it’s primal, the sort of deep sexual yearning that threatens to crush every logical part of my brain.
He’s destroying me. He’s breaking me down to bits.
And I like it. God, I love it.
“What do you want, baby?” He turns me abruptly from the table and grabs two glasses, both champagne. I follow him to the bed and we sit, only a few feet from where an enormous dildo slams into the air. I picture that entering me over and over and shiver.
He shoves the drink in my hand and gives me a look. I sip and force myself to calm down as he moves close, his palm on my thigh, our legs touching. He leans over, kisses my neck, and I moan.
I don’t have to fake it.
“You want more money?” he whispers. “I can give you more money.” He kisses to the corner of my mouth. I want him to keep going so much I could scream.
I turn and throw my leg across his hips until I’m straddling him. He throws his glass of champagne back then tosses it onto the floor. The glass bounces and rolls away. I do the same thing; mine shatters into a million pieces.
His hands grab my ass and he pulls me tighter into his lap.
I wrap my arms around his neck.
He’s rock fucking hard between my legs.
My god, he’s so hard that he’s almost pulsing. And he’s big, really big. I move my hips, just a tiny bit, and his eyes burn into mine with a shocking lust. He’s barely holding back.
I lean forward, kissing his throat. “I want you to get my sister away from Tommy.” I kiss back to his ear and run my tongue along the outer shell. “I want you to get her into rehab and help her get clean.” I nibble on the lobe, my hips moving faster, grinding my pussy against his hard dick. Fuck, it feels good. His fingers grip my ass hard, moving me in a rhythm now. “And I want you to put her through college when she’s ready.”
I pull back so he knows that’s everything. But I’m not sure he’s even listening. His eyes are blissed out as I grind harder and I’m whimpering now, moaning like an idiot, dry-humping this total stranger, my boss’s boss, a member of the freaking Bianco Crime Family. He’s dangerous, deadly dangerous, and dripping with wealth and power. He could crush me.
He’s everything I need.
And he’s about to make me come.
“Is that all, baby?” he asks, grabbing my hair with one hand, moving my hips faster with the other. I’m grinding hard into his thick cock and gasping for air. I can’t believe how good this feels but the tension’s driving me absolutely wild. Meanwhile, the mechanical cock monsters keep on pounding at nothing, making enough noise to cover our conversation.
“That’s all,” I moan, my mouth hanging open.
He leans forward, his lips inches from mine. My head’s in outer space as my muscles tense. I’m grinding into him faster and whimpering like a drooling idiot, all because of this gorgeous asshole.
“Then you work for me. And once Tommy’s out of the picture, I’ll give you everything you want. Do we have a deal?”
I know this is a mistake. Making a deal with a man like Angelo is going too far.
But I can’t help myself. I feel too fucking good.
“Deal,” I moan.
Then he crushes his mouth to mine in a blistering, life-changing kiss, the sort of kiss that sears itself into my memory, the kind of kiss that makes my back arch and sends me tumbling into mind-erasing bliss. I come as he kisses me, I come moaning into his mouth, I come with his gorgeous tongue invading me, I come as the best kiss of my life burns a hole in my brain. I shake, shudder, gasp into him, his grassy, champagne-sweet taste flooding my mouth, a taste like heaven, like I’ve never tasted before, his lips soft and firm, his cock like iron between my legs. I come and whimper, and he bites my freaking lip with a smirk, like he owns me, and right now, god, he really, really does.
“Good girl,” he whispers as I collapse against him. I enjoy a few seconds of a dizzy, brain-puddle, post-orgasm haze before reality reasserts itself.
I just dry-humped a stranger and came in his lap.
And I really liked it.
“The folder’s under the tray,” I say as my face flushes crimson. Shame and fear slam into me and I back off his lap, hurriedly adjusting my bodysuit. He tries to keep me from escaping, but I wriggle from his grip. “Maybe we can try the machines another time,” I say loudly, playing it up for the cameras.