Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 76840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
His nostrils flared.
And then—-
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
Ah. The unspoken promise that followed the words had her cheeks flushing. She was afraid, but she was also excited, and her hand shook as she pulled her card key out, and the door slowly opened.
Oh God.
No sooner than the door closed behind them did passion explode. She was in his arms in the next moment, and their mouths fused just as her arms and legs locked around him. His tongue thrust deeply into her mouth, and she moaned. She felt him carrying her farther inside the room, but she couldn’t make herself care. She felt him lay her body on the coffee table, but she just let him. And when she felt him part her legs—-
She didn’t even wait for him to ask.
She only parted her legs wide open, and a whimper escaped her as his large, strong hands ran up her bare legs under the skirt of her dress.
His fingers found the edge of her panties—-
Rip.
Another whimper escaped her—-
And then she could no longer breathe as Marcus started fucking her with his mouth. Her fingers clawed against the table as his tongue drove deep into her pussy, plunging in and out, in and out – her mind started to spin, and her fingers moved up, digging deep into the bunched muscles of his back.
Cupping the cheeks of her butt, Marcus pulled her hips up so he could kiss her more deeply.
She screamed.
A second later, and his mouth left her pussy. She started to mewl in protest until she felt it, his lips closing over her swollen clit. And then he started to suck hard.
She screamed again, and on her third scream, it was all over for Anneke, her wetness gushing out as she began to thrash wildly under his mouth.
“Please...” It was too much, she needed to breathe, but still his mouth didn’t leave her, didn’t stop sucking, and so the wetness kept gushing out of her pussy, and there seemed no end in sight.
When Marcus finally decided it was over, she was completely limp, unable to even muster the energy to open her eyes. But the moment she felt Marcus gather her in his arms, settling her on his lap as he took the couch—-
The tears started to fall.
And these, too, seemed to have no end in sight.
Marcus tightened his arms around Anneke as her tears began to wet his chest.
“I’m scared.”
Her words were nearly inaudible, fragile, and swallowing hard, he said hoarsely, “I know, bambina—-”
The endearment seemed to have struck a chord within her, and he felt Anneke’s body shake harder against him.
The weight of their shared past felt heavy on his shoulders, the lash of her tears agonizing. But he welcomed all of it because their presence meant the barriers between them were finally down.
Now, he was close enough to see her pain, to feel it, but it also meant he was close enough...to make it up to her.
“It’s going to be different now. I promise.”
Six
Anneke’s well-mapped life once again took another turn, and it was – as always – because of Marcus. They were taking things slow, seeing each other more often, doing things together that only couples should do – even as the divorce proceedings continued to push through. Anneke knew she was playing with fire, and she knew that these changes should terrify her – but it didn’t.
And she didn't want to think why, because then she’d be forced to put a label on her emotions – on what she had with the Italian billionaire – and she wasn’t ready for that. Being the once-burned, twice-shy type, Anneke had a feeling she wouldn’t ever be ready for that.
It was an ordinary day at work, and Anneke was closeted in the boardroom with her brothers when one of the receptionists knocked on the door, saying she had a visitor.
“Who is it?” She tried not to sound impatient, wondering why Rachel would interrupt such an important meeting for something likely to be inconsequential.
To her surprise, the younger woman released a giggle and then—-
“He says he’s your long-lost husband, Ms. de Konigh.”
Anneke’s face turned red. Jaak burst into laughter, Nic even grinned, while Willem only raised a brow. “Quite an exaggeration,” the oldest of the de Konighs drawled, “considering the fact you’ve practically been living with him—-”
“I have not been living with him,” Anneke muttered even as her face flamed hotter. What was Marcus thinking, for God’s sake? To Rachel, she said steadily, “Please escort him to my office—-”
“Escort who, Ms. de Konigh?” Rachel asked innocently.
“Him.”
Getting into the spirit of the game, Jaak asked wickedly, “You have to say the words, just so Rachel is clear on what you’re asking.”
“Marcus Ravelli, for heaven’s sake!”
“And he’s your—-” Jaak raised a quizzical brow.
“Oh, never mind!” Glowering at him, she muttered, “I’ll just take him myself.” Her brothers’ laughter followed Anneke as she stalked out of the room, but the moment she glimpsed Marcus waiting for her by the reception counter—-