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 want to fuck you. Plain and simple. I want that cherry between your legs. I want your virgin blood to coat my cock as I take it for the first time.” I finished my drink and leaned forward again. “And I’ll do all of that and more every day I have you here until I’m so ingrained in your head and body, you’ll never get rid of me.”
I could see how my words affected her. They pissed Liliana off, but underneath all of that, I saw something else.
Desire. Curiosity. Compliance.
I knew she was wet. I knew she’d agree. But she was too proud to cave so easily. My girl had to fight me at every turn, and it aroused me like nothing else in this fucking world.
After long seconds—too long if I was being fucking honest because I was eager for her to comply—she exhaled and nodded.
“Use your words.”
Her jaw clenched, but she gave in. “When would this all start?”
“As soon as the words that you agree come out of your mouth.”
She licked her lips and said, “Okay. I agree.”
Chapter 10
Matteo
I let Liliana’s words sink in, felt my dick become painstakingly harder, and then leaned back in my chair. When I said nothing, I could see her confusion grow. She focused on the cake and was about to grab her fork when I stopped her.
“Stand up.” I watched as a look of shock blanketed her features, her perfect, little body jerking in reaction to my order.
I could even see the flash of defiance threatening to bubble up. Liliana was strong. But I was stronger.
“Stand up, Liliana,” I said again. “You agreed to this, and it starts now. Part of that agreement is you doing what I say.”
My cock was a hard, thick steel rod behind the fly of my slacks. I picked up my fork when she slowly stood, the chair scraping the floor from her motion. I cut off a corner piece of cake and ate it, watching as she hesitantly walked closer.
“Stand in front of me,” I commanded. I moved back slightly and spread my legs, showing her without words where I wanted her.
I saw a shiver move through her, and I wondered if it was fear or excitement. I hoped it was a mixture of both.
She stopped in front of me—not where I wanted her—and I grabbed her hips and pulled her forward.
I dug my fingers into her slender body. She was tense and breathing hard. That just made me want her more.
Liliana was a tiny thing, and I would have to remind myself to be gentle. I didn’t want to break my new toy.
After a moment of just enjoying the feeling of her under my hand while she was fully conscious and not asleep in her bed, I said, “Take off your clothes and sit on the table. Legs spread.” I moved the cake plate aside, leaned back in my chair to give her room and waited.
“Wh-what?” she asked in a high-pitched voice as she swallowed nervously.
My gaze moved to watch the way her throat muscles worked. I grew fucking harder as I imagined my cock buried in her mouth so deep that she’d be forced to swallow, gagging on my dick. I was a big man, so I’d have to work getting all of my shaft into her. I’d make those same muscles work against the head of my dick.
“Mmm,” I said without realizing I made the sound, picturing myself making her eyes water as she gave me head.
I didn’t bother answering her question, just stared at her and told her without words to get fucking naked.
“Here?” she whispered and looked around.
“No one will come in. I promise you that. But even if they did, you might enjoy a little exhibitionism, sweet girl.”
When she didn’t say a word, I slowly smiled, reached down and unzipped my pants, and pulled out my raging hard-on. Liliana glanced down, her eyes growing big, her tongue swiping along her top and bottom lip.
“Now, let me see what I’m going to own, Amore.”
She squeezed her eyes shut, an internal struggle going on within her. But at the end, she gave in.
She was shy. Very nervous. I could see that in the way her hands shook as she started removing her clothing. The shirt was first. Then the pants. For long seconds—as if she were fighting an internal war—she stilled. My need for her grew tenfold.
She took my breath away.
Go on, sweetheart. Be strong for me.
As if she heard my words, Liliana lifted her gaze to look at me, reached behind and undid her bra. She let that strip of material flutter to the ground.
My cock throbbed in time with my racing heart as I stared at her.
God…she’s perfect. Gorgeous. So feminine.
And when she hooked her fingers under the edge of her panties and pushed them down, I leaned forward in anticipation.