Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 42685 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 213(@200wpm)___ 171(@250wpm)___ 142(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42685 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 213(@200wpm)___ 171(@250wpm)___ 142(@300wpm)
My chin wobbled. “Wolf,” I whispered.
He pressed a tender kiss to my neck. “Good girl. Don’t ever forget it.”
“Hands behind your back,” Capone ordered, dragging me out of the memory, “and do not move them.”
Swallowing thickly, I quickly linked my hands together behind my back. The move thrust my chest out, and he groaned as he lowered the zipper on his jeans. When he suddenly laid back on the bed, his booted feet planted flat on the floor, I frowned.
What was he planning on doing?
He pushed his jeans and boxers down before gripping his hard shaft, stroking it. My lips parted, and I clenched my thighs, heat rushing to my core. Swallowing thickly, I watched as he began to get himself off, my breathing quickening. Oh, this was almost as bad as being denied my orgasm. My mouth watered, eager for a taste of him that I knew I couldn’t have.
I whined.
He turned his head, looking down at me. His cock looked so beautiful surrounded by his thick, tattooed, ring-covered fingers. One of his skulls glinted in the low lighting of his room. “You can come, baby girl, but only if you can make yourself come while kneeling on the floor with your hands behind your back.”
My mouth dropped open. He couldn’t be serious!
“If you don’t come,” he added, a wicked gleam burning in his dark eyes, “no one touches you until I get back from this run.”
I shook my head, my heart racing in my chest. I craved all of these men, and Capone knew I craved sex mostly because I needed the physical intimacy that came with it. He wouldn’t really deny me of that, would he?
One look into his eyes told me he most definitely would.
I swallowed thickly, my chest aching at the mere thought of not being able to be with my men like I wanted. “I hate you,” I rasped.
He quickly stood from the bed and crouched in front of me. Gripping my chin with his fingers, his grip tight and a bit painful, he forced me to meet his eyes. “Don’t be bratty because you suddenly don’t like your punishment, April. You asked for this, remember?”
I sank my teeth into my lower lip, looking away from him. I choked when he suddenly forced my jaw open and shoved his fingers deep into the back of my throat. I moaned, my eyes sliding shut as I sucked on his thick digits, tasting him. My pussy clenched around absolutely nothing, desperate to have his cock inside of me.
He pulled his fingers from my mouth and then stood, shoving his dick into the back of my throat. I didn’t have a gag reflex, so I swallowed around him, greedily sucking him, hoping that I could portray how sorry I was through a blow job. I didn’t like being denied—not anything. Especially not my orgasms… and not his either.
“Such a good girl when you want to be,” he rumbled, lacing his fingers in my hair. He pulled out of my mouth before gripping his cock and stroking it. “But you’re still getting your punishment, baby girl.” Tears welled in my eyes. He hummed, eyeing me with a primal look in his eyes. Like he wanted to see me cry over his cock. “Depending on how good you are for me until I’m finished, maybe I’ll let River come up here and get you off.”
I whimpered but nodded. I watched him with hungry eyes as his hand quickened. He was so beautiful as he stroked his shaft, his fingers twisting and turning. And when he groaned, his head rolling back on his shoulders, I scooted forward and stuck out my tongue, looking up at him from beneath my lashes. The sound of my movement made him look down at me, and he growled my name before setting the tip of his cock on my tongue and shooting his cum down my throat.
He hadn’t wasted it. And neither did I.
I swallowed it all down when he was finished, and he helped me to my feet before brushing my hair back from my shoulders. Then, he gripped my neck with both hands, dragging me closer to him. His nose brushed mine as he lowered his head. My heart raced in my chest. I loved how possessive his touch could be. I felt so safe like this.
“River will be reporting back to me while I’m gone, letting me know if you’re a good girl or not, understand?” I quickly nodded my head. He brushed his lips over mine. “Go to River’s room, baby girl. I’ll let him know you deserve a reward.”
I threw my arms around his neck, squeezing him tightly. “Please be careful,” I pleaded. I hated it when he went on runs. I hated when any of my men had to leave home. Because they weren’t guaranteed to come back in one piece… or alive.