Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23907 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23907 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
She was his.
Completely, utterly his.
And yet, as he looked at her—-blindfolded, bound, and trembling—-he couldn’t shake the feeling that he had crossed a line he could never come back from.
Chapter Four
The darkness was suffocating. Sarica sat on the edge of the bed, her wrists bound behind her back, the cold metal of the handcuffs digging into her skin. The blindfold over her eyes was tight, plunging her into a void where sight was impossible and every other sense was heightened.
For the past three days, she had been free to do as she wished inside of her room. Food and water had been given to her through a window. She had tried asking for a newspaper, and they had given that, too. But just when she had started to think that the reason they were treating her well was because they wanted to ransom her back to the Marchettis—-
Masked men had come in to blindfold and cuff her again, and Sarica knew she was back to square one as soon as she sensed someone enter her room.
Her body went rigid, her breath catching in her throat.
Rage filled the other person, and she fought against the instinctive urge to scream and beg for mercy.
Think of Viktor.
Think of Giancarlo.
Are you sure you really want to beg mercy from the man who caused Giancarlo to disappear?
The thought was enough to strengthen her resolve. And it helped her stay still even as she could feel him coming closer and closer. Her stomach churned as unseen hands gripped her shoulders to pull her up to his feet. Her mind begged her to fight and run, but all her heart wanted was to make her Giancarlo proud.
His mouth crashed on her, and just like that—-she knew.
Oh God.
The fear gripping her heart disappeared, and she felt as if she was about to explode.
Relief.
Joy.
Love.
Everything about this kiss was exquisitely familiar, and as soon as she realized it was him—-
My love, oh my love, my love.
She no longer cared to think.
All she wanted was to burn.
And that was exactly what was happening, with Giancarlo now kneeling between her legs as he spread them wide open.
She gasped, her body arching off the bed, but she didn’t resist. Her blindfolded face turned toward him, her lips parting in a silent cry as he thrust his tongue past her swollen folds. Every stroke of his tongue was possessive and demanding, and it only took moments before her body started to convulse in pleasure.
For a moment, Sarica just lay there, her chest heaving, her mind reeling.
She thought it was all over until...
Aaaaah.
He was thrusting inside of her, the pain sharp and fleeting but completely welcomed because this...
This was Giancarlo keeping his promise from years ago.
In time, Sarica.
You'll fuck me.
In time.
He plunged inside of her again and again, and she gave herself without restraint. Every thrust made her feel alive in a way that she had not felt for over sixteen unbearably long months, and even though she was not the right time—-
"I love you, Giancarlo," she whispered.
His powerful body shuddered at the shock of her words, and her tears were no longer possible to hold back.
"I love—-"
Giancarlo abruptly cut her off with a kiss, his tongue slipping past her lips as if to silence her. It was almost as if he didn't want to hear the words, but why?
Sarica wanted to ask him this but she could no longer do so, with Giancarlo pumping into her faster and faster, the force of his every thrust making her mind spin until all she could do was hold on to him.
I won't let you go.
I won't.
I won't.
Sarica was still sobbing the words in her mind as orgasm swept both of them away at the same time, and all she could do was lock her legs tightly around his waist as he began to fill her with his seed.
Please don't go.
Don't go.
Please.
But as the waves of pleasure faded, what she feared the worst still happened.
He was pulling away, and this time, the rest of her words came out in a rush.
"I f-fell in love with you from the start," Sarica choked out. "That day you saved me...I didn't know it then, but my heart did. You walked into that restaurant and heard those men talking about hurting me, and you didn't even know me, but you—" She had to pause, memories threatening to overwhelm her. "You were everything my father wasn't. Everything I'd been taught not to believe in."
She waited for him to speak. But she also dreaded that he would because she feared he would ask her to go.
"I love you, Giancarlo. A-Always. Even when I was trying so hard to prove I didn't need anyone. Even when I was pushing you away with ridiculous hair colors and outrageous clothes. Even when I pretended your kindness meant nothing a-and the world said you were gone."