Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 76309 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76309 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
“You piece of—”
Before I can finish that, he presses himself inside, and my world goes blank.
He fills me to the brim. All my frustration bleeds again as he fucks me, nice and slow at first, but soon we’re grinding together. Two animals losing their minds, mating, rutting, working their bodies together. I’m dimly aware of his hands slapping my ass, his mouth sucking my nipples as he pins me down on my back, his fingers digging into my hips as he fucks me. The man’s a beast, insatiable, beautiful, and I give myself to him, my soaking wet pussy clinging on to his thick, massive cock.
“That’s my girl,” he growls in my ear. “I want to come in your mouth the second you’re finished. I want you to swallow me, Renata. I want you to taste me on your tongue.”
“And I want you to keep fucking me,” I say, gasping for air. “I want you to fuck me like that. Pull my hair.”
He obeys, eyes wide and shimmering with lust. He pulls harder, fisting tight. His hips bang against mine, deeper, deeper, and I’m moaning as I push back against him, grinding my clit until I can’t take it anymore.
I explode all over him, with his cock deep between my legs. I come and come, like I might never wake from it again. I moan, shuddering, brain on fire.
“You’re so fucking beautiful when you orgasm,” he whispers, husky and hot. “But you’re not done yet.” He pulls out, stroking himself. I turn my face and take his cock in my mouth, sucking him, until he explodes.
I moan, swallowing his every drop. He collapses and pulls me against his chest, arms around my body, cock pressed against my ass.
I lie there for a while, sweat drying on naked skin. He’s breathing slowly, deeply, in and out. I lose myself in his heartbeat, and for a little while, I let myself bask in the post-sex glow.
I’ve never felt this way before in my life.
It’s like I’m completely in my body. Like he fucked the thoughts from my skull. All I can do is stay here, pressed against him, letting him hold me, letting my body feel warm and comfortable. I’m sleepy in a good way.
“Can I tell you something?” He kisses my hair, speaking quietly.
“Go ahead,” I say, nuzzling closer. “I almost forgot you were there.”
He moves his hips, pushing his cock harder between my ass. “You did?”
“Not when you stab me with that thing.”
He chuckles, kissing me again. “You’re the first woman I’ve slept with two nights in a row.”
“I’m not sure how to take that. Are you admitting that you’re a player?”
“I’m admitting that I’ve never had time for something like this before, but I like it.”
I don’t reply. Instead, I wiggle my hips a little, smiling to myself. I don’t want to admit it, but I like it too. This feels good—his arms around me, his body protecting mine. I feel more comfortable and snugger than I ever have in my entire life. There’s something about the way his arms fit that makes me want him to keep them around me forever.
But there are a thousand reasons why that won’t ever happen. There’s a timeclock on whatever this is. It only comes out at night—in the daylight, I can’t let myself get attached. Once this business with Burian is over, I’m collecting my paycheck and devoting myself to Grandpop again.
For now though, for a night at least, I can let myself be happy.
Chapter 17
Renata
The next morning, Lanzo’s gone. There’s a phone lying on the bedside table with a note: This is clean, do what you want with it. I’ll be back later. L.
I shower, make myself some breakfast, then find a cozy spot near the windows. I sit with my knees pulled up to my chest drinking coffee and staring out at the skyline, wondering how I found myself in a place like this.
It’s strange. The view is gorgeous. The couch is comfortable, the newly stocked kitchen is luxurious, but this is all built on violence. The dead FBI agent, the extremely murdery Burian, and even Lanzo’s a killer. I can pretend like I’m on a vacation, but the violence is always there lurking in the corner of my eye. Waiting for me to put my guard down.
I make a call. The phone rings twice before she answers. “Hey, Ren! Haven’t heard from you in a couple days. You okay?”
“Sorry, Amy,” I say, feeling a little sheepish. Normally, I check in with her every day. She must be pretty worried. “Took a job last minute and I’ve just been really busy.”
“Yeah? That’s what Grandpop said, but I wasn’t sure, since you didn’t tell me about it.”
I close my eyes. “How’s he doing?”
“Seemed okay. That home nurse was there.”
“That’s good.” Guilt racks me. I should be back home, helping him out. Right now, he’d be sitting on his chair watching TV after a hard morning of dressing, brushing his teeth, making something to eat. All the things we take for granted. “I hate leaving him like this.”