Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 45819 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 229(@200wpm)___ 183(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45819 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 229(@200wpm)___ 183(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
“What are you doing?” I asked in a breathy whisper.
“You were such a good girl asking for what you want,” he rumbled, his breath hot on my slick folds. “I’m going to taste you.”
My entire body flushed, and I squirmed in his hold. “You don’t have to… No one has ever…” I trailed off, my mouth going dry at the feral hunger that sharpened his stunning features.
“This pussy is mine,” he growled, staking his claim with a long swipe of his tongue over my swollen labia. He flicked my clit, and stars burst across my vision.
“I’m the only one to taste you,” he declared, savage and possessive. “Your sweet cunt belongs to me. I could feast on you every day.”
“Massimo…” I whimpered his name, tormented by embarrassment and desire. This was hedonistic, more decadent and deviant than any sex act I’d ever allowed myself.
But I’d never known my body could come alive like this. I’d never known that desire could be keen enough to hurt, relentless enough to drive me to the edge of madness.
He pressed a tender kiss directly over my clit, and a strangled cry tore from my chest as pleasure tormented me. My core contracted, and a fresh wash of arousal wet my inner thighs.
His animal snarl rumbled over my heated flesh, and I held my breath, bracing for the next surge of shocking ecstasy.
He pulled away, every line of his powerful body taut with strain.
Without thinking, I reached for him, my fingers tangling in his black curls to tug him closer to my needy clit.
Despite the tension in his jaw, he let out a cruel chuckle. “Greedy girl,” he said, an admonishment and praise. “You’ll get your reward later.”
“What?” I asked on a little puff of air, bereft without his touch.
He grasped my wrists and directed my arms back to my sides. Then he lifted me off the table and set me down on my feet. I stared up at him, eyes wide and mouth agape. His thumb traced the line of my pouty lower lip, and my sensitive skin tingled with residual lust. I swayed toward him, desperate for more.
“Believe me,” he rumbled. “This hurts me just as much as it hurts you. But you have to be good for me first. Behave tonight, and I’ll make you come so hard that your voice is hoarse from screaming my name.”
“Please… I can’t…” It was too humiliating to tell him how much I ached for him, so I simply pressed my body against his, silently conveying the depth of my need.
“Soon, dolcezza,” he promised.
As I molded my body to his, I felt his impressive erection jerk against my belly. I gasped at his size and eased back slightly. Massimo was big everywhere. I was equally intimidated and intrigued, my body primed to accept him.
I shook my head to clear it and took another step back.
What was I doing? I’d almost been humping my captor. My protector. My dark, beautiful savior.
I swallowed hard and did my best to quell the lust that’d temporarily overtaken my sanity. It would be far too easy to become dangerously attached to Massimo. No one had ever looked at me the way he did: like I was the center of his universe. Like he would do anything to taste me again.
He licked his sensual lips in a lewd display, showing me just how hungry he was for more. My inner muscles fluttered at the sight of his raw need. This powerful, dangerous man had dropped to his knees before me. He’d pleasured me in a way no man had ever offered me.
Your sweet cunt belongs to me. I could feast on you every day. I shivered at the memory of his crass, possessive declaration.
“Go get ready for the party, farfallina,” he ordered, nodding toward the bedroom. “I bought you everything you might need.” His chest swelled with pride when he said it, as though providing for me pleased him.
But I knew such things always came with a price. He’d already made me malleable to his will by stoking my lust and leaving me wanting. Now, I’d be indebted to him, unable to repay him for whatever he’d bought for me. He’d asserted his control over me so easily, and there was nothing I could do about it.
I could choose to rail at him, but he’d proven that he was completely unaffected by my insistence that I wanted to go home. Arguing would get me nowhere, and being combative wasn’t in my nature, anyway. I would rather quietly bide my time and assess my situation for any opportunities to escape.
One thing was for certain: as long as I was trapped in this suite with Massimo, I didn’t have a hope of attaining my freedom.
Chapter 18
Evelyn
My anxiety increased with every passing second as we rode the elevator down to the mezzanine level of Duarte’s personal nightclub. Massimo had told me the drug lord loved to party, and he had a clandestine club in his own building.