Total pages in book: 126
Estimated words: 115400 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 577(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115400 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 577(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
“Good,” he says as his fingers move faster over my clit, sending me into a world of pure ecstasy. “Now, squeeze me. Come on my cock like the good little girl you are.”
His words send me into overdrive, and as he thrusts into me again, my world detonates, and I come for him, just as he demanded. “Oh God, Killian,” I cry out, gripping his other hand and squeezing it tight as my body trembles, my walls shattering around him like flimsy glass.
Killian grunts his approval, and not a moment later, he growls deep in my ear as he lets himself go, shooting hot spurts of cum deep inside of me.
“That’s my good little whore,” he grumbles as he tilts his head forward, dropping his forehead to my shoulder. “You’re mine. All fucking mine. No other man will ever touch you again, do you understand me?”
“All yours,” I agree as my pussy continues convulsing around his thick cock.
He holds on to me a moment longer, and as he comes down from his high, I can’t help but recall the words his putrid cousin said to me—And if you even think about offering him a DeLorenzo heir, I will tear your baby right out of your womb.
Is this why I’m here? Is that what he wants with me?
I honestly can’t tell at this point, but now isn’t the right time to ask. Hell, I doubt there’s ever a right time to question Killian DeLorenzo’s intentions and motives.
When I’ve finally caught my breath, Killian pulls out of me and fixes my skirt back into place. “I have an event tomorrow evening, and I wish for you to accompany me,” he says as I finally turn to face him, my gaze floating over the man’s striking jawline that bears just the right amount of stubble, reminding me for the millionth time just how damn gorgeous he is.
My tongue peeks out and rolls over my dry lips as I trail my greedy gaze up to meet his intense stare. “What kind of event?” I ask, instantly on edge.
As if sensing my unease, Killian hesitates for a moment. “A business event where you will be on your best behavior. You will smile when spoken to, be polite, and engage with our company. I will provide you with a gown, and come seven in the evening, I expect you to be ready. It is a formal event in which most of my family will be in attendance. A ball, as you Americans like to call them.”
My brows furrow, skipping right over the part where he said his family will be there, because that could only mean that Sergiu will be there, but what could really happen in the presence of Killian? “You’re taking me to a ball?” I ask, wondering what kind of badass mafia boss hosts a fancy ball with gowns.
That intense stare hardens, reminding me that he doesn’t appreciate being questioned. “That is what I said, is it not?”
“It is.”
“Then I’m glad we’re on the same page,” he says. “I will be out in the morning attending to business. When I return, Sweet Angel, the night is yours.”
12
CHIARA
The sun has barely risen when I wake to find a floor-length gown hanging over the door frame of my walk-in closet. I gape at it in awe, throwing the blankets back and trudging across the room while also irritated with myself for not noticing when someone entered my room.
My fingers brush over the gorgeous champagne silk, and butterflies take flight in my stomach.
I swallow hard, confusion claiming me.
That first time we were together, he told me he would fuck me until I forgot why I was here, until I believed I wanted this. And goddamn it, I think he might have succeeded. He’s fucked with my head, calling me Sweet Angel, and treating me like the queen I always wanted to be. What woman wouldn’t want this? Living rent-free in a beautiful mansion, deep in the mountains, and far away from the harsh realities of real life. I have it all here, the perfect life, and he’s offering it to me on a silver platter.
Everything except his cousin, of course.
All I have to do is accept it.
He warns me about his dark side if I should refuse him, that it would be something I could never recover from. I won’t lie, I trust him when he says that he’s a man of his word. He always seems to follow through.
He has me in knots, so damn confused about what I want. I should be trying to find a way out of here, but all I want is to see the approval in his eyes when I fuck him and hear those sweet words whispered in that captivating accent.
What the fuck is wrong with me? When did I stop seeing him as my captor and start seeing him as the man I want to please?