Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 61692 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 247(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61692 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 247(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
“Fine. Just don’t go falling in love with her, Franco. She’s innocent. Our life isn’t something you want to bring anyone into. It’s dangerous. If they see she’s your weakness, they’ll fuck with it.”
“Don’t lecture me, Matteo. I know how to manage my personal life. Love isn’t in my future. I’m going to enjoy her while I’m here. Once I get on that plane back to Europe, she’ll walk away a millionaire and I’ll enjoy my life on the beaches of Sicily. Now schedule that meeting. Let’s get this show on the road.”
With that, I turn and head out of his office with my little brother’s warning on my mind. I’ve only ever felt or been in love once. She was special. Everything I ever wanted. My partner, my slave, and my fiancée. That is until my enemies found out and mutilated her so badly, I didn’t recognize her body. They’d raped her, sliced her open, and left her to bleed on his white rug. I walked into the bedroom and rage fueled me. Hate wasn’t something I’d allow myself to feel, but Cristiano Russo makes it an exception.
Now. Revenge will be mine.
So Matteo has nothing to concern himself about. My heart is firmly locked away. My cock, however, is hard and in need of a tight hole to fuck. Hence the little blonde who’s going to spend six months in my office and dungeon.
10
Raina
Slipping off my shoes, I flop onto my bed and stare at the ceiling. The rest of the day went by without any more conversation between Franco and me. Mainly because he didn’t return to his office. A message on my phone instructed me to finish up my first day early and the car would bring me home to sort out my things. Tomorrow when I go in to work, I’ll be there for six months.
Needless to say, I was angry, disappointed. I wanted to see him again. To talk, flirt, perhaps to feel his mouth on mine. As much as I hate the way he spoke to me, something stirred inside me, which awakened a need for the violent delights he could offer.
When Gio walked back into the office, he didn’t talk much, just explaining that Franco was indisposed for the rest of the afternoon. I wondered if that meant he was with another woman but shook my head to clear my mind of the frustration that brought.
He then handed me my contract and told me to read through it. Most of it is standard terms. I’m allowed to continue my studies, which was a concern I voiced to Franco the night he offered me the initial document. The rest is about my duties in the office, my hours, which surprisingly are flexible, and work with my college schedule. But it’s the last ten pages that have my mind in a spin.
I’m going to be living with a man who wants me to be his slave. A sex slave. Someone who will be there for him to fuck, whip, and train. As much as that should scare me, it doesn’t. My body hums with need.
Before I can replay everything that happened, my bedroom door flies open and there in all her glory is my cousin. “I want all the sexy details. Did you see Gio? What was it like?” Pushing up, I glance at her pretty brown eyes.
“It was… Strange. Yes, Giovanni was there, not for very long. I set up meetings, sent a few emails. It was like a normal office job, I guess.” Shrugging, I wonder what lies ahead over the next six months.
“And Franco? What did he say to you?”
“Basically…” Sighing, I rise and pad over to my dresser. Grabbing a hair tie, I pull my waves into a messy bun and turn to her. “He wants me to be his assistant, but he also wants to fuck me. And he also wants me to move in. To live in the mansion for the duration of the contract. Six months.”
“You’re moving in with him?” she squeaks and I shake my head swiftly.
“Not with him, more like, in an apartment, or suite in the house.”
She stares at me for a long while, and I know she wants to ask more than she has. It’s written all over her face. I don’t blame her. If we had swapped roles, I’d be forbidding her to go.
We’ve always been open about our lives and this is no different. I can’t lie to her and tell her this is completely professional when it’s far from it. The only thing I won’t tell her is his strange kinkiness about taking my panties and possibly jerking off with them.
I also can’t tell her about the emails I saw of what he did to the last man who stole from him. I stumbled upon the email to his brother by accident and needless to say, I’ll have nightmares just from the description alone. I always knew the Cosa Nostra were violent, and looking at Franco, he oozes it, but to actually read about something he did with his own two hands, it changes my perspective.