Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 55365 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 277(@200wpm)___ 221(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55365 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 277(@200wpm)___ 221(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
I rub my face. “Is there anything you can do… to, ah, slow that process down?”
“Why?” Vlad asks.
I don’t answer.
“You like this girl? I saw the picture. She’s pretty, no?”
Not pretty. Off-the-charts hot. “Answer the fucking question, Vlad,” I snarl.
“Nyet. There is nothing. It’s too late.”
Fuck. “All right, thanks. Track the income for me and let me know when it reaches two hundred grand.”
“Da.”
“Grazie,” I say back. If he’s going to speak Russian, I’ll speak Italian.
I get off the phone and bump into my little hacker, brushing her teeth in the hallway, listening in.
“Finish up and get in bed,” I command, lifting my chin in the direction of my bedroom. As always, she’s docile and obedient. It doesn’t mean I let my guard down. I zip tie her hands and feet again at night.
She’s been quiet ever since she asked if we’d be friends, which is doing all kinds of crazy things to my chest.
Is she actually... hurt? Insecure?
Or was she just censoring herself—kicking herself for asking when she knows I’m trouble? That she should never even speak my name again after these forty-eight hours are up.
What disturbs me is my reaction to her unease. I’m itchy, like something’s wrong and I need to fix it.
Like I need to say something to soothe her hurt feelings, or ease her mind.
Except I don’t know what the fuck is going on in that brilliant, beautiful head of hers.
I secure her wrists to the headboard of the bed and slide her glasses off her face to set them on the bedside table.
“Most times I’m in this position my clothes are off,” she tells me.
I know it’s a dare.
I know I should resist.
She’s already under my skin. I fear I’m under hers.
But my dick thickens as my mind automatically strips her of her clothing. I stare down at her for a moment, considering.
We lock gazes. Hers is open. Not trusting but certainly willing to receive whatever I want to give. The position probably evoked her surrender, something she’s practiced in those “scenes” she mentioned. It put her in the mood.
Even as I tell myself to walk away, I reach out and tweak one of her nipples through her sports bra.
She arches, asking for more.
“If I take off those clothes, little girl, you’ll be subject to my will all night long. I’m gonna wear you out before I sleep. Wake you in the middle of the night. Fuck you hard in the morning.”
Her pupils dilate. The nipple I didn’t tweak beads up to match the first. She says nothing. Not a word to dissuade me.
Cazzo.
“You got three seconds to tell me no, little hacker. Otherwise I’ll strip you naked and take you as long and hard as I please.”
She sucks her lower lip into her mouth, drags her teeth across it.
Still not a sound.
“One... two... three.” I unclip the zip ties and the padding beneath them and undress her. “Beautiful girl,” I murmur, reattaching the underwraps and zip ties. I lower my mouth to one of her nipples and flick my tongue over it. Graze it with my teeth. Suck hard until she cries out and arches. All the while, I roll and pinch the other nipple between my fingers.
I switch sides.
Her legs grow restless, sliding up and down over the bedsheets, kicking the covers I pulled down before I strung her up.
“Fuck me, Paolo. Put that big Italian cock in me.”
I slap her breast. She pants, excitement flaring in her eyes. I slap it again. “What did I tell you to call me?”
“Mr. Tacone,” she purrs it, like she’s thrilled I’m asking. Maybe she’s hoping I’ll punish her.
That thought gets my dick even harder.
Fanculo.
I climb off her and strip out of my clothes. She watches with avid interest, pulling that lower lip into her mouth again.
“Do I take orders from you, doll?” I ask when I straddle her, walking on my knees toward her head.
Her eyes widen. “No, sir.”
“Are you the one who tells me where to put my cock?”
“No, Mr. Tacone,” she says immediately. Not like she’s scared. Like she can’t wait to see what happens next.
I feed my cock into her mouth, letting it bump the back of her throat.
When she gags, I pull back a little, then go in again before she’s ready.
“No, little hacker. I put my cock wherever the fuck I want to put it, don’t I?”
She makes a muffled sound of agreement. I love the vibration around my cock. I love the way she sucks like a good girl. Swirls her tongue around. Tries to please me even though I’m the one driving. I’m the one pushing in too far and making her eyes water.
“If I want to fuck your mouth with it, I fuck it. If I want to fuck your ass, I’m gonna fuck your ass. Right, doll?”