Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 54283 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 271(@200wpm)___ 217(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54283 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 271(@200wpm)___ 217(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
But the moment she calls me and tells me she's done? The instant she's safely behind my walls? I'll do what the fuck I need to do. She won't be in the middle then. She'll be mine, under my protection. Safe. And I'll make damn sure everyone knows that I'll take any move against me as a direct threat to her.
They'll either heed my warning or suffer the consequences. Part of me hopes whoever the fuck is working against me is foolish enough to tempt fate. Part of me hopes her father is, too.
Because of him, she's there instead of in my arms, in my bed. I haven't had my hands on her gorgeous body, my fucking tongue on her tasty little asshole, my cock in her perfect cunt in two days.
I'm not a happy man.
"But príncipe…"
I slam my hand down on the desk, rattling a paperweight off the side. "I said enough!" I snap. "I'll make a move when I'm good and goddamn ready. Until then, shut the fuck up, and get back to work figuring out who the fuck is trying to rip this organization apart!"
Nicolas falls silent, frustration burning in his gaze as he stares at me. For a long moment, he says nothing. And then he mutters a curse. "Love has blinded you, Nazario."
"What did you say?" I snarl, gripping the edges of the desk to keep from launching myself across it.
"I'm sorry, príncipe," he says softly. "But the men are starting to talk. They think you've grown weak, that you're betraying your oaths and your people. Your organization is under attack, and you hesitate. Your people die, and you do nothing." Nicolas shakes his head, disappointment heavy in his gaze. "This isn't you."
"Get the fuck out," I say, my voice deathly calm.
"I'll go," he murmurs, holding up his hands. "But I'm merely the messenger. I want what's best for you. You know this."
"I said get the fuck out, Nicolas."
He sighs heavily, striding for the door.
As soon as it closes behind him, I grab the stapler, whipping it across the room. It slams into the wall, ripping a hole through the plaster.
The destruction that rains down doesn't calm the rage pulsing through my veins.
He's wrong, goddamn him. Brynna isn't the source of my weakness. She isn't the reason I hesitate. Whoever the fuck is stabbing me in the back is the one who has me all fucked up in the head. They're the reason I question my decisions, doubt what the fuck I'm doing.
They're a goddamn cancerous rot, infecting everything. They're feeding information to Sullivan, trying to dismantle my entire empire from the inside out. Stealing from me, from everyone.
A soft knock sounds against the door.
"Fuck off!" I roar.
Nicolas doesn't fuck off. The door clicks open, and Brynna steps through.
I'm on my feet, across the office to her in three strides.
"Brynna, mi amor," I breathe, dragging her into my arms before the door even clicks closed behind her. "What are you doing here?"
"I had to see you," she whispers, melting against me. "I missed you, Naz."
Dio. She's killing me.
"What about your father and brother?"
"They think I'm on campus. They won't come looking," she promises. "They're in some meeting." Her lips slide along the underside of my jaw. "I don't care if they do. I needed your arms around me."
I grip her hips, my cock throbbing at the little thread in her voice. She's horny, aching. Cristo. Brynna wants to come.
"That isn't all you need, is it, mi cielito?" I ask, tipping her head back to brush my lips against hers. "You came here for something more, didn't you?"
She whimpers against my lips.
"Answer me, little one."
"Yes. Please, Naz."
I press the tip of my thumb into her perfect mouth, groaning when she immediately wraps her lips around it, sucking instinctively. Fuck. This perfect little princesa doesn't even know what she does to me. "Tell me what you want me to do to you, mi cielito."
Courage flares in her emerald eyes, darkening them. "Use me, Naz. Fuck me."
"How should I use you, hmm?" I press my thumb deeper into her mouth, fascinated by the way she sucks like an obedient little toy. "Should I choke you with my cock, Brynna? See how much you can fit down your pretty little throat?"
"Yes," she whimpers around my thumb.
"Maybe I should press you up against the windows and fuck you in front of the city, let everyone watch you beg me to defile and destroy you."
Shit. Maybe I'll do both, see how much she can take today. I'm in that kind of mood. It seems like maybe she is, too. She came here to fuck, to forget. And I'll be the goddamn master of her memories if that's what she wants.
My fingers tangle in her silky hair as I push firmly against her shoulder, guiding her to her knees. "Be a good girl and take my cock out," I command, my eyes locked on her perfect face. "Wrap those pretty lips around me and choke on it like the obedient little slut you are."