Total pages in book: 247
Estimated words: 248926 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1245(@200wpm)___ 996(@250wpm)___ 830(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 248926 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1245(@200wpm)___ 996(@250wpm)___ 830(@300wpm)
In fact, the sight of him made my eyes water. Surprisingly, I was fearful yet electrified and even mesmerized.
Completely nude, Giorgio was too beautiful to believe. He had definitely taken care of himself on every level. He was a perfect harmony of toned and chiseled lines all glistening under the light and shaped into an epic poem of lust.
Was it possible for someone to be so divinely beautiful and utterly sexy at the same time?
I was almost scared to touch him. He might as well have been a naked angel in the center of my bathroom, radiating an aura of holiness and pure carnal desire.
Jesus.
He could have stepped right out of an ancient myth, representing a divine creature of temptation and desire and I would have praised him.
Panting, I turned back to the shower.
I had to.
I couldn’t look at him anymore.
I felt like I might spontaneously combust.
Holy shit. I want to fuck him. I need to. I must.
Finally, I stepped into the shower and that was the moment I spotted another shocking surprise.
Umm. . .
Plastic rope dangled from the ceiling and held handcuffs.
What the hell?
My body stiffened.
A small glass shelf was on the right near the faucet handles. It looked like some sort of portable contraption.
But that wasn’t what set fear inside of me.
The glass shelf was littered with a bizarre array of objects—amber bottles of oil, strange metallic instruments with blinking buttons, curving silicone wands, a razor along with a can of shaving cream, intricate oval objects, sinuous strings of gemstones of varying sizes. A strange, otherworldly beauty cloaked the objects in a mesmerizing spell.
“Oh no.” My voice grew shaky. “W-what is all of this, Giorgio?”
He appeared behind me, pushing me deeper into the shower. “Tools for a very necessary discussion.”
“W-what. . .sort of. . .conversation?”
“Are you nervous?” He shut the glass door behind him.
“Yes.” I pointed at the stuff. “I do not know what any of those things are. You are not putting those things inside or on me.”
Giorgio turned the knobs.
Warm water sprayed against us.
In that instant, I noticed that his gloves were gone. That sight distracted me. His fingers and hands seemed so intensely exposed and vulnerable, like a second layer of skin was stripped away. The sight was erotically sinister, as if I were witnessing a deeper forbidden level of intimacy that no one else in this world could ever uncover.
It was in that moment where Giorgio seized the opportunity of my being caught off guard, rushed my way and grabbed my wrists fast.
“What?” I struggled out of his hold as he raised my hands above my head.
In seconds, he had my wrists cuffed.
I looked up at them. “Are you insane?”
Giorgio stood in front of me with a foggy mist swirling around him. Steam rose.
His calm expression cracked. Rage twisted along his eyes.
I shivered. “Giorgio?”
He leaned his head to the side. “Did you think I would not find out about David and your shower session last night?”
My bottom lip quivered. “I am a single woman. Take these cuffs off my wrists—”
“After.”
“After what?”
He left and walked over to that glass shelf. “I could never harm you, so do not fear this moment.”
I shivered. “Giorgio, what the hell are you about to do?”
Giorgio picked up one of the long wands and studied it. “What am I going to do?”
“Yes?”
“Make you forget his name.”
I widened my eyes.
He set the wand down and picked up the bottle. Returning back to me, he twisted the top off with a sensual smirk.
My pulse raced. “What’s this?”
His gaze never wavered from mine as he poured the liquid down my breasts. Hot and sensual, shockwaves of pleasure flickered along my skin.
A moan left me.
With his other hand, he rubbed the oil all over my breasts with those soft hands. It was so mind-blowing to finally feel his skin against mine. His fingers were velvet and smooth.
I rode the passionate flames igniting all around me, forgetting about any fear I had and craving more.
Then, he suddenly left me.
I panted. “Come back.”
Giorgio returned to the shelf and set the bottle down. “Louis wouldn’t show me the tape.”
I tensed.
Fuck. I forgot Louis hacked into the hotel’s security system.
Giorgio picked up the string of jeweled beads and assessed them. Next, he grabbed a different bottle, took off the top, and poured it on the beads. When Giorgio turned around, he gripped that string of beads hard and headed back to me. “However, Louis played the audio for me.”
I shivered in horror. “That. . .was. . .a private moment.”
“Was it now?” He gripped my waist and slowly turned me around.
I could no longer see him. The shower wall served as my only view. “Giorgio, what the hell are you going to do?!”
Soon, I realized it as he gently began pushing the beads into my ass. It should have shoved me over the edge or made me frantic. Instead, I relished in the pressure of them filling me.