Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 73365 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73365 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
“No, she’ll be fine.” I pull the foam bite guard from the alligator’s mouth and hand it to my assistant. “But you need to watch her diet. Pet alligators can gain weight faster than their counterparts in the wild. It can also lead to tooth decay. Bring her in for cleanings at least once a year from now on.”
“But what if she gets too big?” she asks.
“We’ll make do.” I direct my assistant to remove the IV and bandage the spot on the alligator’s leg.
“Thank you, Dr. Milani.” Mrs. Ward gives me a grateful look. “I don’t know what we’d do without you.”
“My pleasure. Take care.” I peel off my gloves and hurry to my office. I’m running late as usual.
My phone already has a dozen missed messages, all of them from Mateo.
I pull off my white coat and change quickly into a slinky dress that has plenty of give for my baby bump, then slide on some glittery flats.
“Princess, you were supposed to be in my car twenty minutes ago.” Mateo leans against the doorframe, his imposing figure blocking out everything else. His sexy, scolding voice sends a shiver down my spine.
“I had to yank an alligator’s rotten tooth. It was hurting her.”
He smirks. “Why am I not surprised?”
I walk over to him, and he pulls me against him.
“How are you feeling? Up to going to the gala?”
“I’m good. Second trimester superpowers. Besides, Lito would kill me if I didn’t show up to meet his new boyfriend.” I get on my tiptoes, and he rewards me with a kiss, one I feel all the way to my toes.
“What have you been doing today?” I ask when he finally relinquishes my lips.
“Oh, this and that.” His cruel smirk tells me he’s been doing plenty of bad things.
“You’re the devil.” I bite his bottom lip.
He groans and palms my ass. “Then you must’ve sold your soul to me, because I own you now.”
“Or maybe you stole me? How about that?”
He squeezes my cheeks and kisses me again, leaving me breathless. “Then that makes you my captive.”
“I suppose so.”
“For life. Because I’m never letting you go.”
“I faintly remember you telling me that on our wedding day.” I arch a brow at him.
“I recall that as well. And look how truthful I was being. You’re fucking smitten with me, princess. You can’t live without me.”
“Arrogant.”
He lifts me from the floor and kisses my throat, sending tingles to my nipples and lower. “You love my arrogance.”
I sigh and let my head fall back so he can kiss my chest. “I do.”
“And I love your tits.” He uses his chin to pull my dress down and sucks my nipple through my bra.
“That’s all you love?” I giggle and smack his shoulder.
“Oh, no, princess,” he practically purrs against me and slides one of his hands lower, scooping up the back of my skirt. “I love your pink cunt too.”
I squeal as he runs his fingers along my panties. “I have patients in here!”
He steps forward and uses his foot to kick my door closed.
“We’re already late,” I protest.
“Shh, the patients might hear,” he teases and turns me around, then bends me over my own desk and yanks my panties down.
“Mateo!” I scold him, but he ignores me and presses his cock against my entrance.
“So slick.” He slides inside me with a grunt.
I press my forehead to the desk and push back against him. “Hard and fast.”
“I love your pregnancy sex demands.” He leans over me and bites the nape of my neck, fucking me so hard my desk scrapes across the floor. When he reaches around and strokes my clit, I’m already gone, coming hard as he grabs my hips, holding me on his cock as he comes.
“We’re so filthy,” I pant.
“Glad to see I’m rubbing off on you.” He kisses the back of my neck, then grabs some tissues off my desk and cleans me up.
When he presses a kiss to my round belly, I melt for him all over again, the same way I have for years.
Mateo Milani may be the devil. He may have stolen me from the life I thought I was destined for. But now I know this was the only way it could’ve happened. Happy in the arms of the devil, I’ll stay with him for the rest of my life, his willing captive.