Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 34295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
"You feel so good," I moan, pinching my nipples. "Feel how I take you, Luca." I lean forward, putting my mouth close to his ear. "I'm such a good little princess for you, aren't I?"
He growls, his upper body tensing as he yanks hard against the chains. The ring in the wall groans and then rips free, flying like a missile across the room.
I squeak in shock…and then I'm on my back with his hand around my throat.
"You want to play, bella?" he growls, pinning me to the bed beneath him as he slams into me in one deep thrust. "You want to make me crazy?"
"Yes," I moan, not denying it. He wouldn't believe me even if I did. After five years, he knows exactly how my mind works. He knows what I want and what I need, often before I do. And he spends hours giving it to me. When the twins go down for the night, it's his turn to play.
"Then take it, you filthy little princess," he snarls, clamping his free hand over my mouth to stifle my screams as he gives me exactly what I wanted. He fucks me hard, his hand tight around my throat.
I claw at his arms, screaming in ecstasy as he builds me up and knocks me down twice in rapid succession. The third time, I manage to pry his hand away from my mouth.
"I'm pregnant!" I cry, my body bowing to his again. Waves crash over me, dragging me under. Somehow, I manage to keep my eyes open.
His eyes widen in shock as my confession registers. He curses, his body locking up as he follows me over the edge.
"Merda," he groans, quickly rolling off me. "Get these fucking chains off me, bella. Adesso."
Crap. He's mad. Maybe I shouldn't have chained him up and told him in the middle of an orgasm. But it seemed only fair since I'm positive that's exactly how I ended up pregnant again. It's how I ended up pregnant with the twins, too.
I sit up and unbind his wrists.
"Please don't be—"
He hits me like a bullet, scooping me up into his arms. "Bella," he breathes, spinning me in circles and laughing. "Bella principessa. You're pregnant? Cristo. You're pregnant!"
I sob, tears spilling over to run down my cheeks. "We're pregnant, Luca."
I may carry the babies, but he's there every step of the way. When I was pregnant five years ago, he was incredible. He took such good care of me and our babies. He took care of everything.
By the time the twins arrived, he and Marcello had hammered out the details of an alliance between the Genovese and Valentino family, paid off my father's debts to the Maceos, and secured the Genovese throne for Marcello. My father wasn't thrilled to lose the power, but by then, no one really cared what he had to say. Luca himself had a better chance of being voted in than my father once word leaked—with Luca's help—that he'd tried to force me into a marriage I didn't want to save his own miserable neck.
My mother didn't speak to him for a year. He's tried to make amends since the twins were born, but I'm not ready to forgive him yet. I'm not sure if I ever will be. I allow him to see them only with supervision. And I never see him alone, either. He hurt me to save himself. Now that I have kids, I understand even less how he could do it. I no longer try. It's his burden and his shame to live with.
Alessandro Maceo apologized to me a few years ago. He said he never should have agreed to the contract. And he was sorry that it had come at such a high price for me. I'm not sure if he meant it. His family isn't exactly known for being scrupulous or moral, but Luca and Rafe keep a close eye on him. I don't think we have to worry about anyone else being forced into a marriage they don't want while the Valentino family is in charge. They've made it clear where they stand on the issue and what the consequences will be.