Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 57287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 286(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 286(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
Her eyes fluttered open, and she looked at me.
"Guiliano…"
"I want your first climax to be with me," I groaned, desperation coating my lips as the hunger became overwhelming. "You're mine. Now tell me what it is you want," I whispered.
Pearl looked at me urgently, her mouth open. She took a few breaths, the innocence almost completely disappearing.
"Fuck me, Guiliano….please…"
I stood discarding my pants the moment I heard her pleas. "Getting bold," I teased, lust ripping from my lips. "I will, tesoro."
I palmed my erection through my boxers as I looked at Pearl splayed on the sheets. The golden curls looked like an angelic hue. With one knee on the bed, I leaned over her. Pearl's blue eyes sparkled with the remnant of innocence.
"If you want me to stop, tell me now."
Pearl shook her head. "No. I-I know what I want. Y-you."
Those words were all I needed to hear. I'd worry about what it meant for me as a Barbieri later. After stepping off the bed to discard my boxers, I spread her legs apart, allowing her pussy to adjust as I entered it inch by inch.
Pearl's hands were up on my shoulders. She dug her fingernails in, and I winced, feeling them almost clawing into my skin. We're both leaving marks, I thought to myself.
When I was all the way in, our eyes met. Those blue eyes captivated me. I reached out and touched her face.
"Ser mia."
I began to move my hips, thrusting into her slowly. As she clung to me, I picked up the pace, but only when I knew Pearl could handle it. As I moved, I took in the sight.
She was so beautiful. I wished to freeze this moment and replay it forever. As I continued, the heat built between us.
"Guiliano…I'm so close."
I leaned in to capture her lips. "Cum, tesoro. I want to see it."
Pearl threw her head back, and my thrusts became increasingly frantic as I basked in the view of the passion etched across her face. Her mouth opened in an inaudible scream, her insides tightened, and moments later, I hit my peak.
"Mine."
I bit her collarbone, sucking on the flesh as I shuddered, filling her with my seed. Pulling back, I licked the small area, watching as it turned into a slightly red bruise.
The others would ask about it tomorrow. It was not my story to tell.
I slipped out of Pearl. She lay back, panting, the afterglow on her face making her look stunning.
"Slide over slightly," I urged. Pearl complied and turned to the side. Our bodies brushed, her back to my chest. I reached forward, grasping her waist and holding it against me.
"What are you—"
"I wanted to spend a little more time with you. Before I left," I whispered in her ear.
We stayed together for a while. Pearl closed her eyes, and a soft smile crossed her lips. "I didn't know you had a sensitive side."
"A rarity, but sometimes it shows up."
Softness and vulnerability weren't aspects I liked people to see. But Pearl seemed to know just how to drag that side out of me. I heard her soft breathing against her lips. Just as sleep overtook her, she spoke.
"This…changes things between us, doesn't it?"
It sure did. Pearl wasn't just an object of my affection—she was someone I claimed and treasured. Giving her back to Vittorio was out of the question.
"It does. But do not worry. That is a discussion for later."
Pearl didn't respond. Deep breaths escaped her soft lips. She was asleep.
I stayed with her for a little longer. Part of me hated myself for what I'd done. Pearl's sweet innocence took hold of me.
Sleeping with a captive, especially the daughter of the enemy, was taboo. I'd crossed a line. But worrying about it now would do no good. Focusing on the present was the better option. Which involved the protection of Pearl.
My treasure. My tesoro.
11
NICO
Ihesitated outside her door, the weight of the past heavy in my hands.
Fuck.
Every time I came here, it felt like crossing some invisible line. Like betraying a ghost. But I couldn't stay away, not today. Today, I had something that would make her whole face light up. The kind of smile that could make a man forget every promise he ever made.
She was too damn young. Not even old enough to know how the world really worked, while I'd spent more years as an enforcer than she'd been alive. Every time she looked at me with those trusting eyes, I felt like an even bigger bastard for the thoughts running through my head. Marco's daughter. His little girl. And here I was, wanting to find out if her skin was as soft everywhere as it looked, wondering what sounds she'd make if I touched her right.
Sometimes she was so much like Marco it physically hurt—that same unflinching way of looking at the world, that quiet strength. Other times... Christ. Other times she was all woman, making me forget every scrap of honor I had left.