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)
He confirms my suspicion a second later when he presses his thumb to that hole, playing with it. I think he's obsessed with it. He can't seem to stop touching it. Is that normal? I'm not sure. But…I don't hate it.
"This is going to be mine too, Amalia," he says. "As soon as you're pregnant, I'll be claiming it too."
My muscles clench around him at the thought.
"Dirty girl," he says with a chuckle, and I know he felt it. He swats my cheek. "Come on. Up on your knees."
He has to help me up. Somehow, he manages to stay inside me. He positions us with me on my knees in front of him, his chest against my back. One hand sweeps my hair out of the way. The other encircles my throat.
"Grind back against my lap," he says in my ear. "Fuck yourself on my cock while I watch, tesoro."
My gaze shifts to the closet doors. I moan at the sight of us, at the way he hovers over me, almost protectively, his hand wrapped around my throat. My hair is a wild tangle, my skin flushed and damp with sweat. His marks litter my skin. My claw marks are etched into his. We look…beautiful together. Erotic. Sensual. Like a work of art.
"Look how fucking good you look," he growls, slipping his free hand between my legs.
I cry out, slamming myself down on him faster, harder, my eyes locked on the sight of us in the mirror. I can't look away. My whole life, people have called me names because I'm a big girl. I never cared because they didn't matter. But right this moment, I've never felt less like those things than at any time in the past.
This man is one of the most beautiful people in the city…but I'm his equal in every way. We don't just look good together. We are good together. We fit like puzzle pieces locking together. He was made hard because I was made soft. I was made soft because he was made hard.
"Rafe," I moan, trying to tell him what I see, what I feel.
"I know, tesoro," he says. "I know."
I lose track of rational thought then, give myself over completely to the pleasure. I slam myself down on him, using him to get myself off, to get him off. I grind and moan, taking him deep only to lift up and do it again. He plays with my clit, his hand around my throat.
But it's not enough. I need more. I need…something.
"Rafe," I sob in frustration, not sure what I need.
He knows though. His hand tightens around my throat, his fingers gripping tight along the sides. He doesn't cut off my air supply, but almost instantly, my orgasm starts to build. I grind down on his lap harder, faster, clawing at his arms, my mouth open in soundless bliss.
"Come," he growls, his eyes locked on mine in the mirror.
As soon as he speaks the command, he relaxes his grip. The blood rushes back to my head, a sense of euphoria sweeping through me.
I explode apart so fast, the room goes black.
Rafe roars, flipping me over onto my back. He thrusts inside me again, fucking me hard enough to rattle the headboard. He moves without rhythm, pounding so deep I know I'll feel him tomorrow. And then he falls still with a groan of ecstasy that sets off another detonation in my womb. Warmth fills me as he spills inside me, filling me so full of him that he splashes out, making a mess of both of us.
It's the single greatest moment of my life. And the most terrifying. Because in that moment I realize two things. I can't live without him. And I might not have a choice.
Chapter Seven
Rafe
"You okay, tesoro?" I ask, holding Amalia as close as I can get her. She's quiet in my arms, her body plastered to mine. I'm not sure what she's thinking, but she hasn't let me go once. I'm taking that as a good sign. She couldn't get rid of me now even if she tried. Hell, even before I made love to her, what's left of my soul was hers to claim.
She owns me, mind, body, and soul.
But being inside her…. Either God believes I'm worthy of redemption or he wants an eternity in hell to hurt as much as possible. Because that was as close to heaven as I've ever been. If she's not a sign of salvation…if I'm destined to an eternity in hell without her in punishment for my sins, it'll be the worst torment he could have engineered.
"Yeah," she says, her voice soft and sweet. "Just thinking."
I smile. Of course she's thinking. That brain of hers never stops. She's a little tiger cub, constantly testing her boundaries, endlessly curious about her surroundings. Not even when sated is she tame. "What are you thinking about, tigrotta?" I ask, running my hand down the curve of her hip. My dick twitches, already eager for another round. "How you'll try to run away tomorrow? If my hot pink walls will look better with glitter or no glitter? What new ways you can shock my men?"