Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 68858 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68858 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
"Mateo," I gasped, my body shaking with anticipation.
He gave me another gentle kiss on the neck before trailing his teeth across my skin, eliciting a shiver from me. His hands gripped my thighs tighter, and he picked up his pace, his thrusts harder and deeper. I could feel my climax building, my breath growing shallower with each passing moment. My moans grew louder, and I locked my fingers in his hair, pulling him closer to me, wanting more.
I'm going to... I'm going to... Oh, God!" I cried out as the orgasm threatened to consume me.
His pace faltered for a moment, his eyes locked on mine, his breath quickening. "Scream my name," he commanded, his voice low and gravelly.
I did as he asked, my voice rising in pitch as he fucked me harder. "Mateo! Yes! Mateo!" My body shook with pleasure as the climax tore through me like a freight train. My moans turned into guttural cries as he thrust faster and harder.
His eyes shone with satisfaction as he watched me, his grip on my thighs tightening. My pussy clenched around him, contracting non-stop as another orgasm hovered. I didn’t think I could take anymore, but he showed no signs of stopping. My moans grew louder, my cries more desperate as the pleasure continued to build within me. With another cry of his name, I came again, tears leaking from my eyes as I succumbed to the ecstasy. A dark grin spread across his face as he watched me unravel beneath him.
"Elena," he murmured my name, his voice low and tender. "You are truly exquisite.” The intensity of my orgasm seemed to spur him on, his pace unrelenting, his eyes never leaving mine.
As the waves of pleasure ebbed and flowed, I felt his rhythm change once more. He was close, I could feel it. The tension in his body, the ragged breaths, the way his eyes had darkened to a shade of amber. "Say my name," he demanded.
"Mateo," I moaned, my voice hoarse.
"Don’t stop. Keep going."
I did as he asked, continuing to moan his name over and over again, my mind lost in a haze and so far gone from reality. His endurance was astonishing. And the way he seemed to be fully in the moment, yet still the calculating crime lord fully in control as I came apart again and again. Even the way he came was controlled, his body tensing with a quiet intensity. I could feel his cock throbbing, pulsing with a need to release. I was entranced by the sight of him, my own body still trembling from the orgasms that had just rocked me. As he got closer and closer, I could feel the tension in the air, the energy between us reaching a fever pitch. My voice was strained from the cries of his name, but I didn't stop. I couldn't stop.
Finally, he let out a guttural groan, and I could feel his cock twitching inside me as he reached the peak of his pleasure. He released my thighs and kissed me deeply as my legs flopped onto the bed, nipping at my lower lip before pulling away. “I need more of you.” He murmured, kneading my breasts roughly. He trailed kisses down my neck, nipping at the sensitive spots while his hands explored my body, caressing my curves as he moved toward my pussy.
“Mateo,” I protested weakly. “I can’t.” There was no way I could keep going.
"You can, and you will." He promised, his voice low and intense. “I’m far from done with you, beautiful.” He continued to kiss his way down my stomach, taking his time to explore every inch of my skin. His lips moved lower, and then he was there, spreading me apart and licking from top to bottom. I bit down on my lower lip and whimpered, crying out when he pushed his tongue inside me. Time seemed to lose all meaning as the cycle started all over again.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
MATEO
I glanced at the family, bound and helpless, covered faces pressed to the hard floor.
My brother was a dark silhouette against the wall, his posture relaxed while some of our men prepared oil drums in the middle of the room. The stench of fear and sweat clung to the air, mixed with a hint of blood. It was all background noise to me, an annoyance I could have gone without. I would much rather have been with the beautiful woman who I’d left sleeping in my bed.
The image of her naked body was a masterpiece, with its enticing curves and smooth skin, that consumed my thoughts. Her hair was a wild mess on the pillow, the strands tangled and begging to be pulled and wrapped around my fist. However, this current situation provided a brief respite for both of us. It had been a long day and an even longer night.