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)
He leaned away. Menace gleamed in his eyes. “Would I fuck you this morning? Or would I torture you with pleasure?”
My voice trembled as I begged, “Fuck me. That’s what you should do.”
“But then how would you learn?”
“I-I would learn so much. . .please.”
He moved his hands from my breasts, stepped all the way back, and grabbed his raging hard-on.
I hungrily licked my lips as he began stroking it. “Oh, Giorgio.”
I looked at his cock and saw the head jerking with each stroke, the veins pumping there on display, and the shiny pearls of pre-cum beading at the top.
My pussy flooded with juices, my arousal so great that my outer lips opened like a flower. “Please. . .”
He stroked himself slowly, his eyes never leaving mine.
“Oh, Giorgio.” I licked my lips again. “Please.”
“Please what?”
“Fuck me, Giorgio. Please.”
He stroked himself harder, faster.
My entire body spasmed in hunger, and the oval on my clit and the beads in my ass weren’t helping at all.
I wiggled from side to side trying to get some form of release. “Damn it. . .Giorgio. . .”
He stroked the head of his cock with long, firm strokes. The veins along the shaft stood out with each pull.
And I got lost in the captivating sight—the massive head, the shiny, slippery pre-cum, the unbelievable length and girth.
Like a mad man, he gazed at me and fucked his hand, driving me delirious in the process.
All I could do was watch with an aching pussy as he teased me with his grunting and pumping.
I shuddered, unable to turn away. “This. . .is not fair, Giorgio.”
I wanted him to fuck me until I couldn’t think.
I wanted him to fuck me until my mind went blank.
I wanted him to fuck me until I was nothing but his.
I didn’t know how much more of this I could take.
“Damn, Blue.” He pumped faster.
I loudly whimpered. “Oh, God. . . Giorgio. . .fuck me. . .please!”
Still stroking himself, he came closer.
“Yes.” I shivered in anticipation. “Please.”
Groaning, he directed his cock toward my stomach.
I widened my eyes.
“Blue!” His cock twitched and then he came hard, spraying cum my way. Jets of it cascaded all over me. It dripped down my stomach, sliding down to my pussy and thighs.
I blinked several times and put my view back on him.
His face twisted in rage as he leaned closer to me. “Do you think I saved you, for him?”
I shivered, but this time it was in fear.
Then, he left the shower.
I called after him. “Giorgio, where the fuck are you going?!”
He didn’t respond. Still, I heard movement in the bathroom. The shower glass was too fogged to see what he was doing.
“Giorgio!” I stood in the shower, handcuffed, helpless, and covered in his cum. “Do not leave me in here, you crazy man!”
Minutes later, he ducked back into the shower and shut off the water.
I widened my eyes.
He had all of his clothes back on—jacket, shirt, pants, shoes, and even those damned blue gloves.
Next, he stepped into the shower, stopped in front of me, and pressed a button on the handcuffs. They released my hands.
I rubbed my wrists as he headed out of the shower and then took off the oval. “Giorgio, wait! We need to talk about this!”
He opened the bathroom door and left. “We had our conversation. There will be more to come later when I have calmed down.”
Wobbling with those beads in my ass, I grabbed a bathrobe from the door hook, hurried with putting it on, and rushed after him. “Giorgio, first of all—”
“Go clean up, Blue.” He continued to the door. “This will be a long day—”
“But—”
“There’s no buts.” He opened the door and stopped in the doorway as if someone blocked his way.
Oh no. Who is on the other side?! David?
“Shit.” Shivering, I pushed him to the side and spotted the Lion gazing at us with those hard judging eyes.
Several men from the French were on the ground and injured. Meanwhile, tons of the Brotherhood had their guns out and looked like they had been in quite a tussle.
Giorgio’s men must have blocked out the hallway and the Lion did not take it kindly.
Kazimir glared at me. “It appears you needed more help with showering.”
I drowned in embarrassment.
Chapter 66
Godparents
Emily
On one massive canvas, Paolo and I painted a lime green sky flecked with glittering mint green stars. A dark green town lay below with forest green people living in it.
I didn't know why Paolo loved green so much. I just knew that I now loved it too, just like I was completely enamored with this little boy.
Baba's message on her alternate visions of Paolo entered my head.
“Then, I see visions of Paolo. He is an orphan again. Alone and vulnerable, his life is full of pain.” Baba had closed her eyes. “Paolo stiffens himself, shuts his heart off from love. In his adulthood, he chooses a life of leadership and gains insurmountable power. History shudders at the atrocities he commits. Civilizations end because of him. Nations drown in rivers of blood.”