Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 16066 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 80(@200wpm)___ 64(@250wpm)___ 54(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 16066 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 80(@200wpm)___ 64(@250wpm)___ 54(@300wpm)
“Fuck, yes, that’s it,” he encourages as the orgasm ruins me and puts me back together at the same time. “So fucking good. Christ, princess, so good.”
I’m gasping and shaking when I finally come back to earth, blinking up at Enzo through blurry eyes.
He pulls the toy away, still buzzing, and I relax, panting. I’m so sure I look like a total mess right now, but Enzo leans down and cups my cheek, and I melt into him.
He kisses me like I’m something precious, his lips warm and soft and demanding against mine. I whimper against him as our tongues twine, loving the way the scruff of his stubble scratches my skin a little, the way he groans against me, the way he consumes me entirely with the kiss.
“You’re mine now, Evangeline,” he murmurs against me, the fabric of his black shirt scratching at my peaked nipples and making me shudder again. I can only imagine how his skin would feel on mine. Do his tattoos cover his legs the way they cover his arms and chest? How low do they go? My thoughts turn to Enzo’s naked body, to the hard, huge bulge I can feel against my thigh now, and even though I’m still rolling in the aftershocks of the best orgasm of my life, I want more.
I want him to show me exactly what it means to be his.
3
ENZO
I don’t want to leave Evangeline, but when Ben’s fucking voice shouts my name through the floorboards, I have to.
Reluctantly, I pull away from my girl, making sure she knows I’d much rather continue what we just started. I adjust myself in my trousers, my cock so hard it aches for her, and unlock the door to go and find my colleague.
Ben’s downstairs, arms crossed over his chest and a sour expression on his face. He looks up as I jog down the stairs towards him.
“Perimeter checked and secured, no sign of anyone else here but us,” he says and I nod.
“Good. Cameras and sensors online and functioning?” I ask, though it takes all my fucking effort to actually listen to his answer.
Evangeline consumes my thoughts. The perfect softness of her body beneath mine. The way she writhed and arched, pressing against the toy while I held it against her body, the way she screamed my name when she came.
It was hard enough before now to pretend I wasn’t fucking obsessed with her, but after today, it’s going to be impossible. I don’t even want to try. Evangeline is mine, in every way possible, and I don’t give a fuck who’s mad about it. Her dad and my boss will probably try to fight me on this, try to at the very least fire me and hire someone in my place, but I refuse to let anyone else guard her.
Nobody else can protect what’s mine better than I can. That’s a damn fact.
I have to clench my jaw to stop myself from snapping at Ben to shut the fuck up already so I can go back up to her room.
“...all as it should be,” Ben is saying when I tune back in. A sly grin replaces the sour twist of his mouth, and he jerks his chin in the direction of the stairs, raising one brow. “How’s the girl, anyway? Crying and whimpering for someone to protect her yet? Maybe I should go up there and offer her some comfort.” He licks his lips when he emphasizes the last word. “Besides, if we’re stuck out here too long, she’ll need to show her gratitude by taking care of my needs the way I’m helping to take care of her.”
I see red. There’s no fucking way Evangeline will be anywhere near Ben’s needs. This fucker has just threatened her safety, and he looks damn proud of it, too.
I stalk towards him, taking satisfaction in the way he pales slightly as I advance. “Watch your fucking tongue or I’ll cut it out,” I tell him with a growl, meaning every word.
Ben swallows thickly, then tries to hide his spike of fear with a sneer, his lip curling up. “Get a fucking grip and stop being an asshole,” he snaps, shaking his head as though he has a fucking leg to stand on here. Without waiting for a response, he shoves past me and slinks off, muttering something about needing to reply to Ian and Grant.
God, I want to murder that man. The only thing stopping me is the fact that he is the only other person here to protect Evangeline. I’m the better of us by far, but I’m also not stupid enough to think that having two people protecting her isn’t better than having only one.
So instead of going after Ben to draw blood, I sigh heavily and head to the kitchen. It’s getting late, and Evangeline must be hungry. I yank open the kitchen cupboards, finding them fully stocked. My cooking skills are limited to cereal and sandwiches, and I grimace as I take in the many, many options in front of me.