Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 92078 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92078 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
The other Knights still wore their boxers briefs, their big dicks tenting the fabric. All of them watched as Luca slammed his cock in and out of me, taking me by force. Like a fucking psychopath. He had that insane look in his eyes, his gaze shifting between my pussy and my mouth. He wrapped his tie around my throat. Squeezed so hard I gasped for air. Hard and harder, he drove deep inside me, filling me until I felt him everywhere.
Fire swept down my arms and legs. Heart racing in my chest, my body hummed as if it had its own pulse. And then Luca’s arms and legs shook. He was so close, his cock pulsing right before he came inside me.
Out of breath and covered in sweat, he just stared at me. We held onto this moment. I was so afraid to let it slip away. Luca stayed between my thighs and clutched my face in his hands. He slayed me with a kiss that ripped another moan from my throat.
Luca hadn’t kissed me like this in years.
Like he was afraid he would lose me.
He slid his thumb between my wet slit, spreading me open with his fingers, and his cum dripped out of me. He glanced over at the Knights and said, “Just so we’re clear, this changes nothing. She’s still mine.”
* * *
The next morning, Marcello poked his head into my bedroom and stared at me from the doorway. He was so handsome, with his smooth olive skin, high cheekbones, and those pretty blue eyes. Board shorts sat low on his hips. His muscles were on full display in a cut-off tank top that melded to his thick chest. My mouth watered as I appraised his body.
He rested his palm on the doorjamb and tapped his fingers against the wood. “Are you ready, princess?”
I smiled so hard my cheeks hurt. “Come in. I have to get dressed.”
I dropped the charcoal pencil on the sketchpad and slid off the bed. Marcello was by my side, his hand extended. His skin was rough but warm as our fingers connected, and I wanted to do a lot more than touching his hand. He held my gaze for a moment, then his eyes lowered, and he cleared his throat.
He followed me into the bathroom. I rubbed the charcoal from my skin, filling the sink with black streaks. As much as I loved working with charcoal, it was so damn messy.
When I spun around, Marcello took my hands and dried them with a towel. Our eyes locked as his skin brushed mine. A wave of heat spread down my arms and went straight to my thighs. The air sizzled between us, palpable energy that ignited whenever we were this close.
I slipped from his grasp and entered the walk-in closet through the bathroom. Stripping off my dirty shirt, I flipped through the hangers, looking for something decent to wear. I dropped the tank top on the floor, then remembered I wasn’t wearing a bra.
Marcello moved behind me, his body so close I could feel the heat radiating off him. I stood painfully still and sucked in a deep breath, wondering if he would touch me. After that dream last night, I hoped he would run his hands up and down my body. He was so talented with his tongue I wanted a repeat.
Reaching behind me, I grabbed his hand and held it at my side. I felt him tense against my back. He was so tall he could see over me and was probably staring down at my bare breasts. Did he want to touch them? Would he? I closed my eyes, my chest heaving as I struggled to catch my breath.
He bent down, so his warm breath ghosted my neck. I tilted my head to the side, shoving the hair off my shoulder.
“Marcello,” I choked out.
“Hmm…” He muttered as his fingers brushed down the length of my right arm.
“Does this make me a bad person?”
Continuing his slow exploration of my body, he moved his hand onto my hip, resting it there for a moment before his fingers grazed my belly button.
He sighed. “You’re not a bad person, Alex. Just confused about what you want.”
“Maybe I wouldn’t feel so confused if I’d had a choice from the beginning. I wish I had gotten to know you, too.”
Marcello dipped his head down until his lips trailed across my neck, making my nipples pebble.
“Do you want me, Marcello?”
He nibbled on my earlobe. “What man wouldn’t want you?”
“I didn’t ask about other men.”
“Yes, Alex. I want you.” Marcello dropped his hands from my body. “We need to go. Sonny is waiting for us at the harbor. He doesn’t like to be late.”
Our little bubbled popped, and my heart sank to my stomach. I was so damn horny because of my stupid medicine. At least, that was what I kept telling myself because my desire for Marcello was growing stronger with each day.