Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 78893 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78893 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
I nod, starting to understand, beginning to process it all. It both terrifies and excites me.
I part my legs when he lines his cock up at my entrance. “Nothing comes between us.” He thrusts in one savage motion, impaling me. My head falls back as exquisite pleasure floods me. “No condom, no birth control, absolutely fucking nothing. You’ll take my come, every last drop, and when you leave this room you’ll have me still in you, my bite marks on your skin like a brand.”
“Is that all? Tell me how you really feel,” I breathe.
He smiles against my mouth, but he isn’t finished. “You’ll have my children. You’ve taken my ring…” He thrusts again, and my pulse races, my body convulsing with the perfect fullness of him, “…and taken my heart with it.”
“I love you, Romeo,” I breathe, as he pounds into me, over and over again, his groans mingling with mine, our naked skin like silken wraps, sliding against one another.
“And I love you, Vittoria. Vittoria Rossi,” he whispers, as my body succumbs to bliss. “My wife.”
I close my eyes and really feel what he says, allow myself to be called wife. For some reason, it actually makes me feel like the queen he says I am.
Much later, Romeo makes a phone call and orders food brought up to us on trays. We linger in bed, naked. He ties my hands together, something that excites me and unnerves me all at the same time, but then he feeds me little bites of iced scones and rich pieces of thick bacon, followed by tangy bites of orange and thin slices of ripe apples. I swallow every bite.
He makes me come with my wrists bound, using his fingers and tongue until I’m writhing and deep in the throes of perfect ecstasy. The bound wrists, I know, are only a prelude of what’s to come with him. He likes control. I’m learning that I like giving him that.
He releases my wrists only long enough for me to feed him. Like his brothers, the man has an appetite. He takes the proffered bites of baked goods, a few bites of an egg sandwich, and sips of coffee as appetizers, then makes love to me until I climax so hard I scream myself hoarse. It feels good. Release, you could say.
I lay next to him in bed tangled in the sheets, the evidence of our lovemaking still sticky on my thighs as I lay against his chest. We’ll clean up, but now I like this sort of filthy little vignette.
“Pull your jeans on,” he whispers in my ear.
“I haven’t showered—”
A sharp crack to my ass silences me. “Put ‘em on, babe, or I’ll plug your ass to teach you to watch your mouth.”
Plug. Your. Ass.
WUT.
“Uh. Okay, so… Mr. Kink, I have no idea what the hell you’re even talking about.”
His eyes light up with a fiery devilry that tells me I’m screwed.
An hour later I’m wearing a bejeweled butt plug and walking as if he’s found the internal switch to my obedience button. He beckons to me from the dining room, and I walk to him like he’s got a remote control to my will in his hand, only it’s solidly wedged between my ass cheeks.
Every step feels like foreplay, helped out by the fact that he christened each ass cheek with his belt before he slid the plug in. Said something about making me wet and making things glide more easily, but don’t they make lube for that? I think he just likes to do what he wants with me.
I’m not complaining.
I know he has a lot to tend to today. We’ve been through so much, and we haven’t come to the end of this battle. In some ways, I suppose it’s only just the beginning. He’s on the phone when I reach him in the dining room.
“Cain. Romeo Rossi. Need a favor, man.”
He tugs me onto his lap, and I become so keenly aware of the plug in my ass I don’t hear another word he says. I have a vague notion that Cain has something to do with Marialena’s friend, and that Romeo’s calling in a favor.
I don’t question him. I’m already seeing there are intricacies and ins and outs to things I don’t understand, that he and his family live by maxims I don’t yet know.
We don’t go downstairs the next day. He takes his phone calls sitting at his desk with me, naked, straddling his lap. He orders our meals to be brought up to us, and I eat more than I have in my entire life. With my belly full I nap, sated by our intense lovemaking. And when the evening darkness begins to settle, he gets a wicked glint in his eyes.
“You know I like control,” he says, his voice raspy. I nod. A slow, wicked smile crosses his face. “Go to the walk-in closet and see what I have in there for you.”