Total pages in book: 148
Estimated words: 142939 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 715(@200wpm)___ 572(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 142939 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 715(@200wpm)___ 572(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
When I married into the Palermos, I knew of their reputation for being lethal, but there was often a reason for their actions. If someone turned up butchered, it was because they'd given the Palermos a reason. But that’s not the way it is with the Frangiones. They are terrible people who commit horrible crimes without regard for anyone.
They are insane. I’ve heard my father call them unpredictable on many occasions. He would always go on about how you never knew what they could or would do. I can’t believe he’s willing to hand Bianca over to them. It doesn’t make any sense. But it does go to show me that my father really doesn’t give a shit about anyone other than himself.
“Angel, it’s going to be okay.” He cups my cheek, trying to reassure me. I lean into his hand, knowing my husband is a man of his word.
“I love seeing that trust in your eyes.” He leans in and presses his mouth to mine in a soft kiss.
Gilly clears his throat.
“Is something happening now?” I tighten my hold on Antonio, not ready to let go of him just yet.
“Not yet,” he reassures me before turning his head toward Gilly. “Go check on Butcher?” Gilly simply nods before leaving us alone in the library.
“Butcher is super scary.” I would be intimidated by him even if I didn’t know how he got his nickname. The man just has a presence in the room that lets you know not to mess with him or bad shit is gonna happen.
“He won’t harm a hair on your head.” Yeah, I’d gotten that. He’d followed Antonio’s instructions to a fault.
“You don’t ever worry that he could turn on you?”
“Butcher’s loyalty is to the Palermos. We’re the closest thing he’s ever had to a family. The only thing that can ever shake that kind of loyalty is love.” His thumb strokes back and forth along my jaw.
“Are you saying you’d turn on everyone for me?”
“If I had to, I'd burn this city to the ground for you.”
“Well, aren’t you a romantic?” I tease, slipping my hands up his chest and around his neck so I can pull myself into him. Somehow, being close to him like this lessens my worry and my tension. He moves his hands to my ass and squeezes, building an entirely different sort of tension.
“I need to be inside of you.”
“There we go with the romance again.” I laugh. “You’re really laying it on thick today.”
“Naked,” he orders, sitting me down on the table before he heads for the door to close and lock it. “Angel.”
I quickly shed my clothes. Antonio pulls his shirt off over his head. I suck in a breath. If I didn’t know how obsessed he was with me, I might be insecure. The man is ripped. Slowly, I lie back on the table to present myself to him. That always gets him worked up.
He yanks his belt free. “I didn’t get to finish my dinner.” He comes to stand between my thighs, his belt still in his hand. “But you’ll feed me, won’t you, angel?” His eyes roam over my body, taking me in. I never knew him just looking at me would turn me on so much.
“Yes.” I spread my thighs wider, ready for him to feast on me.
“Such a good girl.” He grabs my hips, lifting me off the table only to flip me over. My legs hang off the side. He grabs my hands, wrapping the belt around and tying them behind my back. I whimper. Holy hell, this is hot.
“So soft.” He runs his hands down my back to my ass before trailing them to my thighs. “So perfect.” I turn my head to peek over my shoulder at him. He drops to his knees, spreading my legs wider before he pulls me down the table more. “And all mine.”
He buries his face between my thighs from behind. His tongue thrusts in and out of me only to slip free and tease my clit. Over and over he does this, bringing me to the brink only to pull back. It’s the best kind of torture.
“Antonio,” I moan, pushing my hips back while lifting my ass.
“Don’t tease me,” he growls. I’m about to tell him he’s the one doing the teasing, but the words die on my lips when he grabs my ass and spreads my cheeks. His tongue takes a long lick to stop at my back entrance. I gasp when he presses it into me there.
It’s dark and dirty, and there is nothing I can do to stop him. He’s got me bound. He can do anything he wants. That only makes my desire spiral out of control.
“Please,” I beg. He gives me mercy, his fingers going to my clit as his tongue keeps teasing me with erotic thoughts. With only a few strokes, I’m going off. I cry out his name as I come hard.