Total pages in book: 164
Estimated words: 157003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 785(@200wpm)___ 628(@250wpm)___ 523(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 157003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 785(@200wpm)___ 628(@250wpm)___ 523(@300wpm)
“Fucking gorgeous,” I hiss, my eyes raking down her perfect body and settling at her pussy.
Bright red and raw from being fucked hard.
Thick, white cum runs down her used slit toward her ass crack.
Shaking thighs as she recovers from her orgasm.
I step closer despite the spinning around me and collect my cum on my finger. Our eyes meet when I push it back into her needy body. She whimpers and squirms as I fuck my jizz back into her cunt with just my finger. Once I’m sure it’s deep inside where it belongs, I curl my finger up and seek out the part of her that’ll make her scream. She shakes her head as though she can’t take any more, which only urges me to show her she can. I add another finger and press the hot, throbbing spot inside her until she grips the edge of the desk with both hands and bellows my name. Her hips ride up, doing their own little dance to meet the movement of my fingers until she comes down from her high. I slip my hand away from her and admire the dark, pink depths that remain open and inviting to me. With one clench, she hides that part of herself from me, sending more cum pushing out of her pussy.
“I need…” she whispers, closing her thighs. “I need to shower and change and eat and…oh my God, you’re bleeding!”
I shrug as I glance down at my white dress shirt that’s seeping with blood. “It was worth it.”
She sits up and then stands in front of me. Her dress falls into place and I want to pout over the fact that I can’t watch my cum slide down her inner thighs. “Let’s go home and get cleaned up so we can find our girl.”
“Talia,” I growl as I grip her throat and draw her to me. I press my lips to hers. “I love you.”
Her lips break into a smile—one that’s been missing the past twelve hours. “I love you too.”
“We’re going to find her.”
“I know we are.”
Talia
It’s been five days since Kostas and I stood in front of all of Greece and pleaded with the people to help locate our little girl. Five days since he offered them millions of euros to locate Aris and Selene. And it’s been five long as hell days of sifting through the thousands of leads that end in nothing but dead ends. Everybody wants a chance at the money, which means everybody thinks they’ve seen our little girl. I’ve sat in Kostas’s office with him and his men for hours upon hours, clicking on lead after lead, blowing up image after image, hoping to spot one of them. I’ve seen several dozen redheaded women, hundreds of men in suits, and I’ve looked at enough babies that they all have blurred into one of the same. But none of them are the people we’re looking for.
It wasn’t until my eyes were itchy and I felt like I was going cross-eyed that Kostas ganged up on me with my mom and made me go home to take a break. I begged and pleaded, but they insisted.
“Cara mia,” Mom coos. “Please, you have to eat something.” She pushes the homemade chicken soup closer to me. The aroma fills my nostrils and my stomach growls in hunger. I can’t even remember the last time I ate something besides an energy bar. “You need to be strong for your little girl, and in order to be strong, you must take care of yourself.”
She leans in and rubs her thumbs along my cheeks and then under my eyes. “You have dark circles under your eyes. You need to sleep.”
“I have slept,” I argue, pulling my face out of her grasp.
“More than a couple hours,” Phoenix adds. He’s been staying at the hotel, helping to check out any leads that come through that Kostas feels are worth investigating further, which is almost all of them. My husband is determined to find our daughter, and if there’s a slight possibility someone’s lead could be the one that takes us to her, he wants it investigated. He has hundreds of men scouring the country on top of the thousands of leads that are being emailed and called in.
And with each passing hour, each lead that hits a wall, I get more anxious that Aris has disappeared where nobody can find them.
“Talia, please,” Mom begs. “Just a few bites.”
Not wanting to argue with them, I bring the spoon to my lips. But before I can take a bite, I imagine my daughter locked up somewhere with Aris and Selene, hungry and tired and cold, and a sob racks through my entire body. I drop the spoon back into the bowl, and hot liquid splashes out, burning my hand. “How am I supposed to eat when I don’t even know if my little girl is being fed?” I push the bowl away. There’s no way I can eat until I know she’s safe in my arms and her tummy is full.