Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 48087 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 240(@200wpm)___ 192(@250wpm)___ 160(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48087 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 240(@200wpm)___ 192(@250wpm)___ 160(@300wpm)
I looked down at myself, seeing the blood covering me. There was so much of the viscous, red liquid dripping down my face, across my chest, and landing on my bare feet.
I heard footsteps coming closer, but it was distant, as if I were underwater, wading through a thickness that was suffocating.
It tried to pull me further down.
“Oh God,” I breathed out. “You could have hit me,” I heard myself saying and stared at Matteo. He had an unreadable expression on his face.
“Baby girl, you think I don’t know how to kill a man with one shot?”
I blinked. He stood on the other end of the hall, a gun in hand and pressed to his side, the tip pointing to the ground.
I could imagine smoke billowing out after he shot…after he blew this asshole’s brains out.
“You killed him,” I said in a monotone voice, stating the damn obvious as I stared down at the body.
For a second, he didn’t answer, and when I looked back at him, I could see him glaring at the body, his brows slightly furrowed, his jaw clenched.
“He said nasty shit to you.” He slowly looked back at me. “That offense alone requires blood as payment.” He put the gun in the waistband of his jeans, at the small of his back. “But he touched you and caused you pain.” He took a step forward. “He all but begged me to slaughter him because of that.”
I swallowed roughly.
“I want to go,” I whispered instead of responding to what he’d just said. It sounded far too… possessive. “I demand you let me leave.” I was holding back my tears of anger and fear and… something else, something darker and pleasurable that had me clenching my thighs together.
“You’re not going anywhere, Liliana, not until I say you can.”
I felt my anger grow. The fact he was refusing to let me leave caused this fire to burn me alive from the inside out.
Annoyance filled me as he pulled a joint out of his pocket, lit the end with a lighter he produced, and brought it to his lips. He focused on my eyes as he inhaled. The end flared a bright orange.
He kept the smoke in his lungs for a moment, never breaking eye contact, and then moved closer.
The wall and Matteo boxed me in. He exhaled. That sweet smelling smoke wafted around me in a cloud of disorientation.
But fear kept me frozen in place for long moments. My breathing became quicker from the adrenaline racing through me.
He repeated this process until I felt my head become lighter, my bones like liquid.
He exhaled a cloud in front of me a third time and grinned. “You’re mine, sweet girl. Might as well accept and submit.”
I didn’t realize what I was doing until I brought my palm to his cheek. I must have shocked the hell out of him because his head cocked to the side from the force of the slap.
I knew if he’d known what I was about to do, it wouldn’t have happened.
His jaw clenched, and I saw a muscle tic underneath the scruffed-up skin.
I inhaled sharply, my hand stinging, realizing I’d just made a massive mistake.
I felt like a fragile gazelle and he was the ravenous lion as he looked at me with the coldest eyes.
He smoothed his thumb along his bottom lip. I realized I split it as blood coated the pad of his thumb. He looked at the digit, lifted it so it was between us, and stared into my eyes.
Matteo brought his finger to his lips and smeared it along his mouth again before gripping my chin forcefully, prying my mouth open, and shoving it inside.
A startled sound left me, and I tried to move back, but he growled low, coming face-to-face with me, nose-to-nose.
“Open your mouth and suck it clean.” He was unrestrained...something lacing his words.
I almost thought it was increased arousal, as if me fighting back turned him on.
I shook my head—denying him—and he bared his teeth like a predator ready for his next meal.
“Open your fucking mouth like a pretty, little girl and suck the blood off.” His nostrils flared, and I found my lips curving around the digit, my tongue sweeping over the pad.
His whole body tensed before something powerful wracked its way through him. He groaned low, his eyes almost closing completely before he removed his thumb.
“Don’t do that again, Liliana, or I’ll drag you over my knee, bare your ass, and spank it until you can’t sit for a week.”
He reached down and gripped himself through his slacks, the girth thick in his massive palm.
And then in a move too swift for me to even comprehend, Matteo had both of my wrists in his hands and pressed to the wall on either side of my head.
He used his body weight to keep me pinned against the hard surface, caging me in, blocking out everything else, so all I could see, hear, and smell was him.