Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 85976 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 430(@200wpm)___ 344(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85976 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 430(@200wpm)___ 344(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
I cupped those firm cheeks. “If you lean forward, my piercing will rub your clit.”
Marcella grabbed onto my shoulders and tipped forward. I guided her ass in a slow forward rotation. “Oh,” she breathed, her eyelids drooping in obvious pleasure. “This feels amazing. I missed this so much.”
I pulled her down for another kiss. “Fuck, how I missed this.” Our eyes locked, the skyline reflecting in hers. Soon Marcella was overwhelmed by her orgasm and I followed soon after her. She collapsed on top of me, her breath hot against my throat.
“I love you, Snow White. I should have said it more often. But I never thought I’d say it to someone, and I don’t care if I said it too soon, or in the wrong moments, I fucking love you and I don’t need years to figure it out.”
She raised her head, surprise twisting her features. She didn’t say anything, only looked at me in a way that made me feel naked on a whole new level.
“What do you love about me?” she asked softly, catching me completely off guard. It was so difficult to put love into words, especially for me. I’d never liked to talk about emotions but Marcella left me no choice.
“You’re being cruel,” I said with a choked laugh.
Marcella propped herself up on my chest, running her fingernails over my skin.
“I love that you surprised me and that you didn’t bow down or beg when we kidnapped you. I love how you befriended a messed-up fight dog and still visit her. I love how you smile at me. I love how loyal you are to your family even if it makes my life so much harder. I love that you don’t try to hide your scars but transform them into a statement.”
I paused. My thoughts were tumbling over each other in my head. Marcella leaned forward and kissed me. “Thank you,” she said simply.
“You forgave me the unforgivable,” I said. She needed to know that I knew how much I’d fucked up. She merely nodded, as if it went without saying. “I never considered the Vitiellos the forgiving type.”
“We aren’t, except to those we love.”
I’d admitted my love to Marcella and after I’d killed my uncle for her, she’d probably believed that I really loved her but she had held back any declaration of affection. I got it, had accepted her need for time and space without hesitation, but now I needed more. I stepped closer, touched her hips. “You forgave me.”
Marcella sighed. “Because I love you.”
I kissed her again and again. I wanted to stay like this forever, only the two of us. “Nobody’s going to be happy about our love,” I said.
“It doesn’t matter as long as we are.”
I glanced at my watch and my face fell. “It’s almost one. We should probably go back before Dad sends out a search party. The bodyguards will have told him about our escape by now.”
Maddox’s grin became teasing and he cupped my ass cheeks. “I don’t feel like getting up or returning you to your family—ever.” He dipped his fingers between my thighs, feeling my lingering arousal.
I closed her eyes, my teeth digging into my lower lip, as I enjoyed Maddox teasing me. I wanted nothing more than to spend all night with him and make love and talk, especially after we’d just voiced our feelings for each other. I sighed again. “Don’t tempt me. I’m in enough trouble as it is.”
He clapped my ass. “All right, then let’s face our judgment.”
I laughed. Dad had probably already made his verdict and it wouldn’t be good for either of us. I straightened, completely naked. Maddox’s gaze raked over me in a way that sent a pleasant shiver down my back. I too allowed myself a moment to admire Maddox’s muscled and inked upper body. I loved running my fingers along the firm ridges of his sixpack and follow the soft skin down his Adonis’ belt.
“If you keep looking at me like that, we won’t return any time soon,” Maddox warned in a low voice, his cock already half erect.
I shrugged. “Ditto, Mad.” He reached for me but I jumped back with a giggle and sauntered over to where I’d dropped my thong, making sure to bend over provocatively to pick it up and put it on.
Maddox jumped to his feet, grabbed the leather jacket and put it over my shoulders. “You really need to put this on or I’m going to fuck you bend over my bike.”
“I’d like that,” I said with a teasing grin. Maddox shook his head with a groan and got dressed.
I took out my dress from Maddox’s saddlebag and put it back on, even if it was wrinkled. If I returned home in only Maddox’s leather jacket, Dad would put a bullet in Maddox’s head, no questions asked. The state of my dress wouldn’t really win Maddox any bonus points either.