Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 66962 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66962 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
He locked eyes with me as he began to move, working himself on my cock. It was all I could do to hold back, but I was determined not to come until he did.
“Blade. I… I need you.”
“Come for me. Show me how good it feels for you to be fucked like this.”
“Only with you,” he gasped.
I seized his hips, then brought him down hard. I held him there and worked myself up into him. In seconds, he cried out. Cum shot from his dick. I loved the feel of it landing on my chest. His climax went on and on as he worked himself with his hand, and I loved watching every second.
When he was finally done, I pulled him against me, but he insisted on circling his hips the way I ordered him to the other night. It was too much. I’d barely held myself back as he’d come, and I clamped my hands down on his hips, making him cry out as I drove up into him and let go.
I thought I was done, but when I felt my cum leaking from his ass, my cock jerked again, giving him just a little more.
He slumped over me, and I stroked his back. “I love you.” The words were out before I even realized it. I tensed. Had I fucked up?
34
CARLO
Had he really just said the words I’d been longing to here, now when we were sweaty and sticky with cum. I smiled against his chest. Was there really a more perfect time?
I rose up on my elbows and looked at him. There was fear and apprehension in his eyes. “I hope you know I love you too.”
“You do?”
“I wouldn’t have sworn to be yours and to stay with you after this is over if I didn’t.”
I loved the way the color in his cheeks heightened. “I guess that’s true. I mean, you shouldn’t say that if you didn’t… if you don’t…”
“I do.” I cupped his cheeks in my hands. “I love you so much.”
Our sweet moment was interrupted by pounding on the door.
I jumped and started to scramble off Blade, but he wrapped a hand around my waist and held me against him as he jerked the covers up over us.
“It’s Devil. I know you’re in there. I heard you. I’m sure most of us did. Get yourselves cleaned up and dressed and come down to eat dinner. After that, we’ll gather what we need before we head out.”
“We’ll be there in a few minutes,” I called out. I heard Devil laughing as he walked away. “Wow. Dinner is going to be a lot of fun.”
Blade snarled. “If anyone gives you trouble, I’ll take care of it.”
“No one’s really going to care, but it’s kind of a known thing that Lucien and Peter are super loud, and the rest of them have all been called out too. I guess it’s like a rite of passage in this family.”
Blade smiled at me. “Then I guess I’m part of the family now.”
“Damn right you are.”
35
BLADE
Dinner was filled with plenty of ribbing and discussion about whether Carlo and I were actually louder than some of the rest of the guys. Carlo’s brothers seemed annoyed with the whole thing. My guess was they didn’t like Carlo fitting in so well with Lucien and his brothers, though from what I knew about Biagio, I figured he thought Carlo was up to his old charming tricks and this was the lead-in to another disaster. Once again, it was all I could do not to tell them all the truth about the blackmail.
We went over everything in excruciating detail. I almost wished I hadn’t exhausted myself as thoroughly as I had earlier with Carlo, but I could never actually wish that time away. Was there really a chance for us? I hoped to hell so. I knew of one way I could make it more likely—assuming we survived the fight with the Pisano family—and that was to finally get myself some help.
Carlo’s older brothers insisted they needed to have a private talk, so they headed off down the hall, presumably to one of the many rooms in the house that I hadn’t seen yet. I didn’t like this down time. Waiting around to start a mission always made me antsy. The last thing I wanted to do was make small talk with the Marchesis, so I went back up to our room and took out my phone. I began a search for support groups for former POWs. I thought it might be easier for me to work through some of my shit with others who’d gone through it too than by meeting one-on-one with a therapist, but I was willing to try that again too.
I’d made progress, but if I was going to be there for Carlo, not just as a bodyguard but as a real—boyfriend? partner?—whatever, I was going to need some help. Carlo soothed me like no one else, and it had felt cathartic to tell him what had happened to me, but while I might not know much about relationships, I knew he shouldn’t be the only person I was talking to.