Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 56508 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56508 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
She moans and shyly grabs onto my arms. It’s like I can feel the lust buried in the movement as if I can somehow sense she wants to grip me more firmly. I open my mouth, sliding my tongue against hers, tasting her. She grips me harder, gasping as I grab onto her neck. Our teeth collide as she reels back.
“Not… here,” she whimpers.
“You turn me into a savage,” I growl. “I need to be more chivalrous… like one of your knights in shining armor.”
“It depends on what era you’re talking about,” she murmurs, her eyes darting all over the place as if she finds it difficult to look at me. Maybe it’s the darkness in me, or perhaps it’s how overwhelmed my young virgin feels by this moment. “After gunpowder was introduced, it tended to be less shiny. In the Renaissance, you had the gildings and patterns, which removed some of the armor’s gleam. Well…I’m rambling.”
I gently brush her hair across her forehead. “I like it when you ramble,” I tell her.
She smiles, then her mouth tightens as she looks down the street. “Shall we go?”
“As long as you’re sure… you’re not too scared of me.”
I almost cheer when she playfully slaps my arm. It’s the sort of thing I’ve seen Scarlet do to Elio dozens of times. It never seemed like such a big deal. I always wondered why he grinned like such a doofus. However, coming from Ruby, I get it.
“Where do you want to go?” I ask.
“I don’t know. I thought you had a plan.”
I smirk. “Considering your age, I thought you’d want to be a modern woman and go fifty-fifty on all the decision-making.”
“I live in history, remember?” She’s beaming, glowing, her cheeks infused red as though she’s as ecstatic finally to be with me again as I am with her.
After a pause, an idea occurs to me. It lights me up.
“What are you smiling about?” she asks, even as her own smile spreads from cheek to cheek.
“The Family has shares in hundreds of legitimate businesses,” I tell her. “It’s given me an idea.”
“You’re going to take me to a Family business?” she mutters, her smile faltering.
I cradle her cheek, feeling her warmth burning into my palm. “Trust me.”
“Crazily, I do,” she mutters. “I feel like I can believe everything you tell me. I feel like you’d never lie to me. That’s dangerous, isn’t it, to believe that about a stranger?”
Leaning forward, I kiss her again, softer this time. “Yet you don’t feel like a stranger to me,” I tell her, “and I know I don’t to you, either.”
I pull up outside The Museum of Time and Terra, the large globe out front surrounded by yellow lights, illuminating the sign and the entrance. It’s closed this time of night. I look at my woman, savoring her expression of joy and curiosity, and then say, “Wait here. I’ll have a quick talk with the security guard.”
After heading inside, I return, gesturing at my woman to follow me. In the light of the globe, I can savor just how beautiful and sexy she looks. She’s wearing a hoodie and jeans, not exactly a look-at-me outfit, but it doesn’t matter. Her natural shape makes me want to strip her naked.
Taming the more animal parts of myself, for now, I offer her my arm.
“This is amazing,” she whispers as we walk into the museum together. The main lights are off, but the exhibit lights are on, giving the place a romantic feel. Hell, romantic. This is the first time in my life I’ve ever thought about romance.
I move my hand to hers, the one on my arm, and gently apply pressure. She beams up at me with enthusiasm radiating from every part of her.
“Your hair’s not in your eye,” I tell her. “I think it’s all the turning to look at the exhibits. It’s shaken it loose.”
When she raises her hand, I quickly grab it. “Don’t you dare!”
She giggles. “Or what, huh?”
“Or I’ll be forced to punish you, Ruby.”
Her cheeks glow. Her eyes widen. “Punish… how?”
I slide my hands down her body, grabbing her hips, pulling her against me. She makes the most intoxicating gasping noise. It makes me feel drunker than any booze ever could and gives me a thrill that not even violence can. “Bend you over and spank that big, beautiful ass of yours, that’s how.”
“Do you want to do that?” she whispers.
I hesitate, not wanting to freak her out, but then she takes my face in her hands. I can tell it takes a lot of effort for her to do this. She tosses her head as if angrily shooing away her hair. “Just be honest with me.”
I squeeze my hands into her hips with even more greediness. I sink my touch into her, claiming her, owning her. I can’t help it. “I’d love to spank your big ass. I’d love to turn it as red as your name, but I know that makes me a dark, scary mafia prince.”