Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 95431 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 382(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95431 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 382(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
The need to devour her is overwhelming. I can’t hold back any longer. I glide my tongue through her juicy lips and groan as her flavor bursts on my tongue.
Grasping a tight hold of her waist, I keep her hips rocking against my face. She arches her back and rides my face as I consume her sweet pussy. I have never been so ravenous.
“Michael.”
The way she sings my name drives me over the edge. I move my hands to her curvy tight ass and squeeze. I hum into her as her legs begin to shake on the sides of my head.
“Oh,” she gasps.
I glance up to see her eyes rolled into the back of her head as her lips form an O shape. Her body is convulsing as she rains into my mouth. I begin to kiss my way back up her body to take her lips.
She grasps my ears as I take her lips in a searing kiss. I’m so lost in the kiss it takes a moment for me to register the popping sound behind my head. I pull back and look at her.
“What’s wrong, bella? Are you all right?”
“I … I. Excuse me, I need to go upstairs,” she says, pushing to get free from my embrace.
I stumble back and allow her to go. Feeling like an asshole, I flop onto the bench as she races away. What the fuck did I just do?
Oh my God, I’m an idiot. I drop my head in my hands and tug at my hair. That was incredibly stupid.
I just royally fucked up. All she wanted was her first kiss. Why couldn’t I give her that and walk away?
“Fuck, fuck, fuuck.”
Symphony
Stupid, stupid, stupid. Why did you run? Why did you ruin everything?
As I rush into my room and kick my heels off, I already know the answers. I’m not ready. As the lust began to clear away, and I tasted myself mixed with the alcohol on Michael’s tongue and lips, my thoughts became clear.
What if he regrets everything in the morning. It was better we stopped before he had even more to regret. I will never forget my first kiss and everything that came after.
That was amazing. I didn’t know my body could feel like that. It’s still buzzing from his touch.
“What have you done, Sim?” I huff as I climb into the empty tub while still fully dressed.
I wrap my arms around my legs, and I try to process what just happened. I don’t know how I’m going to face him in the morning. I’m so embarrassed.
“Just great. I really fucked this one up,” I grumble and gasp, slapping my hands over my mouth.
I sigh. It’s time I go to bed. Today wasn’t one of my best.
CHAPTER 27
Bitter and Fed Up
Micheal
Three years later …
“You were looking for me?” I say as I walk into Uri’s office.
I saunter to his desk with a scowl on my face. These days, all I do is scowl. I rarely have anything to smile about. My days and nights have been darker than ever.
I don’t talk to Symphony anywhere near as much as I used to. That means I remain in the darkness. It is rare that I come across any light.
That night three years ago still haunts me. I took things too far and the two months that followed were awkward until the day I left. I ruined everything.
I wish I could turn back time. However, I can’t, so I’ve become a brooding shell of a man. I run things for Don Trovati, I carry out hits for the Donati family, and I brood.
I’m still in love with my wife, but I clearly don’t know what I’m doing when it comes to her. She’s brilliant, gorgeous, and so damn sexy, but I’m an idiot when it comes to her. I don’t know what I did wrong that night—whether I moved too fast or if she hated how I made her feel.
I can’t say I’m the most experienced. The whole thing kind of made me question myself. Maybe I’m just terrible at eating pussy.
I haven’t been able to bring myself to test that theory with anyone else. All I see is Sim when I even think about trying. The whole thing has me at a loss.
“I’m heading to America. I have someone I need to visit. I need you to get me a location,” Uri says, bringing me from my brooding thoughts.
“You have a name?”
“Howard Russ. He is a child molester and woman beater. This time, he put his hands on the wrong woman. Uncle Nicholas has made this request personally. The victim was Crivello’s niece.”
I release a low whistle. Crivello is a capo for the Donati family. It’s no wonder Uncle Nicholas made the request.
Russ is a dead man walking. I drop into the seat in front of Uri’s desk and pull my laptop from my bag. It takes me all of two seconds to have an address for him.