Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 54092 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 270(@200wpm)___ 216(@250wpm)___ 180(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54092 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 270(@200wpm)___ 216(@250wpm)___ 180(@300wpm)
"Oh, tesoro," he says, slowly lowering his gaze when my skirt is around my waist, exposing my panties to the room. "Did kissing me make this mess of your panties, or did fighting me?"
"I…"
"Tell me."
"Both," I whisper, the hardest word I've ever said. And perhaps the truest. Fighting him turns me on. Whatever that says about me, well, maybe it's not good. I don't know, but it's the truth. I'm no man's plaything, no man's obedient little toy. I've never even been touched before. But the same fire that fuels him runs in my veins too. My mother was Latina. My father Italian. He was Mafioso just like Rafe. I may not remember them, but I'm their daughter. All the way to the core.
"Look at me, Amalia."
I reluctantly meet his gaze, half afraid of the judgment I'll see there. Only…there's nothing but understanding reflected back at me. As if he knows exactly how I feel. As if he feels it too. But he can't, can he?
"Make me earn every drop of honey you spill for me," he growls. "Sharpen your claws in my back. Fight me as hard and as often as you want, tigrotta. Because when it's my turn to play, I intend to fuck the fight right out of you."
My stomach clenches, a loud moan breaking from my lips before I can call it back. He means it. And God help us both, but I want him to do exactly that. Except…
"I'm a virgin, Rafe," I whisper, the second hardest thing I've ever said. Letting this man see my vulnerabilities when I know he could use them against me is terrifying in a way being here isn't. The more walls I knock down for him, the more I stand to lose here. If I am just a pawn for him to move about the board, he could easily destroy me.
"No one has ever touched you, Amalia?"
"Never."
Hellfire lights his eyes again. For the first time, he gives me a real smile. One so pure and so purely wicked, it steals my breath and a piece of my heart.
"Oh, tesoro," he breathes. "I'm going to enjoy corrupting you." He dips his head, placing a kiss on my belly, and then he slides off the side of the sofa, landing on his knees beside it.
Before I can ask any questions, his hands lock around my hips, gently turning me. My legs fall off the couch, splaying on either side of his body. He quickly lifts them over his shoulders, placing kisses on my inner thighs.
I tremble at his touch, full of nerves and nervous anticipation.
"W-what–" My tongue feels thick and cloven to the roof of my mouth. My heart pounds, beating in time to the pulse of my clit.
"Am I going to do to you?" he asks, finishing the sentence when I can't.
I nod.
"I'm going to see how hard you fight when you're desperate to come, Amalia." His wicked, heavy-lidded gaze meets mine. "And then I'm going to take you to heaven."
Oh my God.
He leans forward, nuzzling his nose against my center. I startle beneath him, and then startle again when he breathes deeply, smelling me like he's a wild animal scenting prey.
"Goddamn," he growls, his hands tightening on my thighs. "I'm going to eat you alive, tesoro."
"Please," I plead, though I'm not sure what exactly I'm begging for here. Him to get on with it? Mercy? I don't know. I just need…something. Otherwise, I'm going to burst apart at the seams.
I don't even care if anyone could walk in and catch us at any moment. Something tells me he wouldn't allow them to see a single part of me like this even if they did walk in. Would I even care if they did? All I care about is this moment, this man, and the piercing, crippling ache raging through me like a storm.
Rafe flicks his tongue out, touching it to the seam of my panties. The sound he makes then isn't human. It's also loud enough to shake the heavens. He practically roars, bellowing as the last thread of his control snaps in half.
He moves like lightning striking, yanking my ass off the edge of the couch. My panties rip down the center, exposing me to him. I feel his fiery, hungry gaze on me, looking where no one ever has before, seeing what no one has ever seen.
Another savage growl rips from his throat. His eyes are on fire, blazing like two black suns. I get caught in them, pulled into their orbit. So much swirls there, things I can't even begin to understand. It's light and dark, heaven and hell. Something inside me rises in response, some part of me I've never met yet know all too well. She's wanton and wild, as wicked as this man.
"I thought you were going to take me to heaven." The challenge rolls off my tongue without thought. "I'm still waiting."