Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 66590 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 333(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66590 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 333(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
“Fuck, you look so perfect on your knees for me.” His hips thrust forward slightly as though he couldn’t help himself. “Lick it, princess. Taste what you do to me.”
Grabbing his cock, I leaned forward and swiped my tongue over the head, tasting the little bead of salty liquid that had gathered there.
“Fuck.” The word was a drawn-out groan that had every muscle in Gio’s body tensing.
Oh, yeah. This was how you brought a powerful man to his knees, even if I was the one quite literally on mine. When I took him into my mouth the way I’d seen in pornos, he lost it, thrusting forward until he hit my gag reflex and I wretched.
“Breathe through your nose and swallow, Emilia.”
I did, and he groaned, again and again. And when he was absolutely wild, he released me, pulling out of my mouth and dragging both hands through his hair. “Fuck, you’re a goddamn problem, princess.”
I pushed to my feet, my confidence bolstered by how undone he seemed. Reaching for his shirt, I popped a button, then another. “Did I do a good job?”
He huffed a small laugh, his smile truly devastating as his knuckles brushed my cheek. “Such a good job. You’re such a good girl.”
I hated that I liked those words so much. They should have been condescending, but my entire body melted at them, the urge to please him like an itch I couldn’t quite satisfy.
“Do you like making me lose my mind for you?” He trailed his hand down my throat, over my sensitive breasts and the length of my stomach. By the time he reached between my thighs, I was ready to rub myself all over him. His gaze held mine as he dragged one finger over me, teasing.
I wanted more. So much more.
“This dripping pussy says you like sucking my cock.” The words were a breathy groan. His free hand slipped to the back of my neck, his thumb working soothing circles over my skin before he thrust two fingers into me hard enough to push me on tiptoes. I could hear how wet I was, but I couldn’t find it in me to be embarrassed.
I wanted this. For myself. Because even if the mafia were never involved and I was just a normal girl, I would want Giovanni Guerra. And I wanted him to have the one thing my father and uncle had tried so hard to preserve. I’d never had a choice over anything in my life apart from this exact moment, and I chose him. He was the key to my shackles, and it occurred to me that while I’d been trying to escape him to find freedom, perhaps he was that freedom.
With careful strokes, he teased an orgasm from me, then slipped his fingers into his mouth, sucking the taste of me from them like it was a delicacy he couldn’t get enough of. My pussy clenched at the sight, my blood heating.
“Fuck me, Gio.”
It was like a red rag to a bull. His fists clenched, the only sign that he even attempted to show restraint before he moved. His hands went to my waist before he tossed me onto the bed. I expected him to follow, but instead, he stopped, staring down at me.
“Be sure you want this, piccola.” His gaze raked over me, a tortured edge to it. “I can’t be gentle. And you can’t take it back—”
“Gio.” This might have been the only thing I’d ever been sure of, but I loved that he wanted it to be my choice. I spread my legs, and his gaze dropped to my pussy, eyes flashing as his jaw ticced. “I want you.”
His restraint snapped, and he shed his clothes in record time. When he crawled over me, I slid my palms over his warm chest, tracing the lines of ink over hard muscle the way I’d always wanted to. I brushed the line of stitches at his ribs, knowing he’d wear my mark long after I was gone, just as surely as I’d wear the ones he had left on my skin and heart.
His mouth slammed over mine, teeth sinking into my bottom lip as one hand gripped my hip, yanking me toward him. And then he was right there, his dick pressing against me. My stomach clenched nervously, muscles tensing as I waited.
“I have imagined you like this so many fucking times.” He moved over me, his cock sliding against me, over me, sending sparks of electricity skittering through my body. “Wet, willing.”
My nails dug into his back, and the nerves retreated, replaced by want. He thrust against me again, and I threw my head back on a moan. Fuck.
“That’s it, princess. Relax.”
I felt the nudge of him at my entrance. He kissed me and then pushed forward in one powerful thrust. The pain had a choked breath slipping past my lips. I didn’t know what I had thought losing my virginity would be like, but it wasn’t that.