Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 34743 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 174(@200wpm)___ 139(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34743 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 174(@200wpm)___ 139(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
"Give it to me, amore mia. Come for me."
She bites on the cloth of her gown, muffling her orgasm. I drink her release, licking her slit until she calms down. Standing, I adjust her dress. "Such a good girl. You're going to feed your husband every day, aren't you?"
"Even if I'm not a good girl?"
"That works for me."
"What about your needs?" she asks, moving to lower herself off the desk.
Shaking my head, I look into her eyes. "You've given me what I needed when you took my name. Besides, I'd hate to ruin your dress."
"I suppose that wouldn't be a good look."
"No. I need to wash up so your father doesn't want to shoot me, knowing that I've been eating his daughter out."
"Yeah. Although I wonder if my cries were heard."
"This room is soundproof, just in case there are eager ears,” I mutter, standing inside my bathroom with the door open.
"Oh. That's good." The tenor in her voice makes me suspicious. I finish scrubbing my face and brushing my hair, and then I move toward her, tossing the towel back in the bathroom.
Her mood instantly sours. "Whatever thought is going through your head, I don't bring women to my home. It's just for business meetings."
"So you have a place for the other women," she mutters under her breath. I get it. She's insecure—jealous. I invade her space, pin her to the desk as I cup her face. "There's no one else. There has never been another woman. I've been faithful to you long before I knew you existed. The day your presence was known to me, I knew that I could never betray you."
“Wait. Are you telling me…”
“Yes, cara mia. The head of the Bianchi Family is a virgin.”
“It’s hard to fathom.”
“Not as hard as it was as a teen boy.”
“I bet. Your hormones must have been going insane.”
“Yeah, I let it influence my attitude, and I worked alongside Nero as the muscle. It’s not like I had any particular chick of interest, but I was growing and growing, needing that release. We went to strip clubs to claim our money, and motherfuckers were getting more than just a lap dance, and I got curious. I mentioned it to my father, and he said he’d lock my ass in the house. He didn’t want me to soil the Bianchi bloodline with putanas.”
“They’re a dime a dozen in our world because there are men willing to take what they have to offer.”
“Yes. Most don’t know that about me.”
“But you knew what to do…when you were….” She becomes silent, nervous as a blush covers her cheeks.
Cupping her face, I look into her amber-colored eyes and explain, “I listened to the aria your body was performing for me. Every little moan, sigh, or vibrating thighs told me what I was doing. I’m a quick learner, it seems.”
“Or it’s that I was super horny.”
Damned brat. My cock throbs with need to show her how much I’d love her to be horny twenty-four seven. “Could be. We’ll have to research it later. Now that I’ve spilled my guts like a man with a knife at his throat, maybe we should join your family.”
“Sounds like a good idea.” I help her off the desk and then I go into the drawer. Sweetie, this is something I forgot to give you. I’ll leave it in here, but it’s the cards and money you’ll need as my wife along with a new cell phone.”
“Oh, wow—thank you!” She grabs the phone, and the home screen is the one I have on mine. It’s of her sleeping in my arms. “Ah, this is so perfect. I can’t believe you did this, Domani.”
“I’d do anything for you.” Spearing my hands into her hair, I kiss her hard, slipping my tongue into her mouth, silently telling her how fucking serious I am. She moans, wrapping her legs around my waist firmly, grinding her kitty on my shaft through the many layers between us. I pin her back down on the desk, aching as we rut and rock against each other, lust shooting through us. I’m about to come and I drag my mouth lower, tugging her gown down enough to get one of her tits in my mouth. She cries out, and I capture her lips again.
A hard rap on the door pulls our attention away. “Yes,” I snarl, straightening up to a standing position and helping Aria fix her top.
“Lovebirds, they sent me to fetch you. Don’t kill the messenger,” Nero says. I want to choke him right now. My dick is so hard it could break off. I was just about to nut, and I’m betting Aria was too.
“We’re on our way.” A minute later, when we’re semi-presentable, I open the door with anger plastered all over my face, but my sweet Aria squeals, rushing to Nero with her phone in his face. “Look at the adorable picture he put on my phone.”