Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 72340 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72340 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
When I feel her thighs quiver around my torso, I know she is close, and that’s when I stop and pull my hand away from her cunt.
A displeased whimper falls from her lips as I pull away, leaving her breathless against the edge of the pool.
“Why did you stop?” she whines.
“Because I want you tonight, and I want you to want me. I need your pussy yearning for my cock, and you begging for me to fuck you. So, I’m going to spend the rest of the day getting you ready, so I can bury myself so deep in your cunt tonight, you’ll feel me there for the next week.”
Her mouth falls open in shock, and her small hands are clutching onto the side of the pool like she needs the support. I give her a wink before moving to the other side of the pool and start swimming laps. I feel her gaze on me the entire time. Oh yeah, she’s going to be ready for me, all right.
10
Amara
My body hums with anticipation. It’s been hours since I last saw Enzo.
“I’ll be gone for a bit, but when I get back, I’ll take you somewhere, and after, I will take that cherry between your legs...” His words ring in my ears.
He left me breathless. Hot and bothered just like he wanted me to be, I went back to his room to get ready. My heart is beating out of my chest as it is. I want to see him, but at the same time, I don’t. I hate him, but I kind of find him endearing at the same time.
His smirk makes my panties melt, but his cockiness and the way he handles things make me want to turn his gun on him.
My hands drift over the tight satin fabric that clings to my body. When he told me to get dressed up, I went all the way out.
I have never looked this sexy in my entire life. My hair is in loose curls that fall softly down my back. The dress is black satin and sparkles in the light; a sweetheart neckline and tight bodice show off every curve.
My makeup is done to perfection—smoky eyes and red lips. Looking in the full-length mirror, I hardly recognize myself.
“Don’t fret, you look beautiful.” His voice is commanding as it always is, demanding anyone within earshot’s attention.
Still looking in the mirror, I skim a finger across my chest. It is creamy white, and I worry I will stick out like a sore thumb in this black dress.
I turn around, becoming very aware of his presence. He is standing before me in a charcoal gray suit with a white buttoned up dress shirt underneath. The first couple buttons are undone, and I can’t pull my eyes from that piece of flesh.
“You’re going to be on your best behavior tonight. Understand?” It is a warning. If I act out, he isn’t afraid to punish me. The look in his eyes tells me so.
“I will be.” I murmur.
“Good.” Smiling, he leads me out the door and down the stairs.
When we get to the foyer, I notice that a few of his men are dressed similarly to him, but they are wearing ties, blood-red ties. I guess they are coming with us. Not that I wasn’t expecting him to bring security, but when we get outside and find even more men dressed the same way, I wonder what kind of dinner party we are going to and why we need this many guards.
We all assemble by the black SUVs. Enzo and I are ushered into the middle one while some of his men get in the others. Mack and Eli join us, Eli’s gaze clinging to me, making me feel beyond uncomfortable.
Eli is not bad looking, he is tall, muscular, and handsome. Come to think of it, his features are very similar to Enzo’s, and for a second, I wonder if they are related. Eli would be a really appealing guy if it wasn’t for the evil gleam in his eyes. He just gives me the creeps.
Enzo seems cool and collected as he stretches his limbs and slides into the seat next to me. It is as if a mask slips onto his face. I’m starting to understand there is a difference between business Enzo and pleasure Enzo.
“Mack, let the restaurant know we are on our way.” His voice is firm and assertive.
“Yes, sir,” Mack responds, never questioning him.
I sit in my seat, fidgeting with my hands, unsure why I’m going with them.
Enzo’s phone rings in his pocket, and I look at him as he reaches for it. He swears under his breath before pushing a button on the screen.
“Why are you calling me, Luke?” Enzo’s voice is venomous, causing my heart to shake in my chest. I avert my eyes to stare out the window, not wanting to see the man I met this morning disappear.