Total pages in book: 134
Estimated words: 122242 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 611(@200wpm)___ 489(@250wpm)___ 407(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 122242 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 611(@200wpm)___ 489(@250wpm)___ 407(@300wpm)
Roman clasps me on the shoulder in a show of solidarity. "You know my team has your back on this, O. Whatever you need to keep her safe, all you have to do is ask."
"I appreciate that," I murmur, more grateful than I know how to express.
"I'm taking Mila to Santa Cruz for a couple days. Will you be straight here? I can reschedule."
"We'll be fine. Don't reschedule because of this or you may never get the fuck out of this town."
He sighs, not disagreeing with me. With all the shit coming our way, he can't. "I'll ask Knox to stick around until we're back."
"Thanks, Roman."
His front door opens, drawing my attention. Mila and Faith step outside, waving to us. They both look so damn happy, like they don't have a care in the world. My breath catches in my throat at the sight of Faith. Even dressed in one of my hoodies and a pair of yoga pants with her hair up in a messy bun and no makeup on, she takes my breath away. I don't think there will ever be a time when I look at her and don't feel a little awed that she's mine or a little humbled by the fact that she trusts me.
She bends her head toward Mila and whispers something that makes Mila laugh loudly. They link arms and head toward us, Faith's honey-brown eyes locked on mine. Humor dances in her gaze, mirth tipping the corners of her lips up. My dick reacts to the sight of her, turning to steel in my pants as she smiles at me almost shyly.
"Jesus," I mutter, swallowing hard when she stops in front of me and tilts her head back to look up at me. Her expression is so soft. There's no fear, no hesitation. She looks genuinely happy, like none of the shit she's been through in her life has stolen her ability to find joy. She just stares up at me with wide eyes, not saying anything for the longest time.
My heart squeezes in a vise, the thought of anyone hurting her tearing at my insides. She's precious to me, more than I thought possible. I'm a controlling asshole who likes everything to be nice and neat and in its place. But one smile from her and I don't care if my carefully ordered world is tilted completely off its axis. I'll gladly spend my life living in chaos so long as she's by my side.
Tarasova can't hurt her.
I can't lose her.
"Hi, handsome," Mila whispers to Roman as I stare at Faith. "I wondered what was taking you so long."
"Just talking to O," he says.
I reach for Faith's hand, pulling her closer to me.
"Let me know," Roman murmurs.
I glance in his direction, nodding to let him know I heard him. When he glances back down at Mila, I lead Faith toward the house, ready to be alone with her.
"You're quiet today," she murmurs as we climb the steps onto the porch. "Is everything okay?"
"It is now that I'm home."
I unlock the door and pull her inside, quickly rearming the alarm and locking up before I pick her up and press her against the door. Her arms and legs lock around me, making me smile. She always clings to me like a koala bear, as if she wants to be pressed as close to me as she can get.
"Bésame, conejita," I demand, my voice gritty.
She tightens her hold on me, leaning forward to press her soft lips to mine. Her strawberries and cream scent swirls around me, filling my lungs with her smell. The tip of her tongue touches mine playfully, sending desire coursing through my veins. I groan, pressing her deeper into the door as my cock throbs.
"Dios, Faith. Tu me vuelves loca," I growl against her lips, planting my hands on her ass to grind her against my dick. I love her ass. It fits in my hands like it was made to be there. No one has ever made me as crazy as she does. When she's with me, all I think about is her and the filthy things I want to do to her. "I've been thinking about you all day."
A soft moan tumbles from her lips. Her eyes are hooded and cloudy with desire. Rational thought flees, leaving me aching with need for her. I've been taking it slow, trying to ease her into intimacy, but if she grinds that hot little body against me again, I'm not going to be able to stop myself this time. I need her too badly.
"We have to stop," I grunt, and then grind her against my dick again. I can't help it. She's so responsive to my touch, and so curious when she touches me. It's intoxicating.
"No." She locks her legs around my waist, holding me as tightly as she can. Her back comes off the door, her lips landing against my neck. "Don't stop, Octavio. Please."