Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 34419 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 172(@200wpm)___ 138(@250wpm)___ 115(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34419 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 172(@200wpm)___ 138(@250wpm)___ 115(@300wpm)
But I don't care.
Maybe it's because the shitty part of my life has finally come to an end, and it's God Himself deciding to instantly heal the wounds of my past. I know it seems equally stupid to believe that it's also God who wants me to belong to a man like Cesare Marchetti, but...
That's what my heart tells me, dammit.
Men like my foster dad can never hurt me again, now that I'm the property of Boston's most powerful and dangerous mafia boss. I'll always be safe and free, and while I know someone like Cesare can hurt me even more—-
I know it's never going to happen because I trust him.
I trust him with every beat of my heart, I trust him with every fiber of my being. And when I think about Cesare, it's not fear that grips my body but—-
Curiosity, I hastily tell myself.
It's the safest way to classify the emotions coursing through my blood, and so for the next half hour that's the only thing I allow my mind to focus on.
I'm curious about how things between Cesare and me will further progress.
I'm curious about what today will bring.
I'm just curious, that's all.
But excited?
"Nope." I say the word out loud, in case it makes a difference. "I'm absolutely not excited—-"
"About what?"
Holy...freaking...shit!
Powerful strong arms slip around me from behind, and I can only gasp as my back falls against his chest, and I realize he's just as naked as I am.
Gaaah.
Self-denial is moot at this point, with how every inch of me has started to tingle in the most lewdly vivid way possible. I'm absolutely, shamelessly, and arousingly excited...and so is he, if the way his cock is throbbing so violently against my ass is anything to go by.
My heart skips a beat when Cesare's mouth nuzzles my ear, and another gasp spills past my lips as his hands slowly sweep up until they're able to start kneading my breasts like they're dough to be sensually molded for his consumption.
"Have you soaped yourself yet, tesoro?" Cesare whispers.
The truthful answer to that would be 'yes', but instead I hear myself croak out, "Not yet?"
"Good."
My knees threaten to crumble at the purring tone of his voice, and when he spins me around, and I have my first eyeful of his masculinely nude form—-
Oh...boy.
My throat dries up as I slowly run my gaze over every chiseled edge of his figure. His whole body looks like it's steel encased in bronzed flesh, and he just looks so much bigger when he's nude like this. I've heard people say that size doesn't matter, but...how long did Cesare say his dick was again?
Because I think I'm going to beg to differ.
I think size does matter, and when I try eyeballing its length—-
One, two, three...oh, shit.
I stop counting as soon as I get past eight inches. My height and frame are average at best, and I have a hard time wrapping my head around the possibility that my body can accommodate anything longer than a banana. Or a Venti cold cup. Or—-
You're getting hysterical, dude!
I silently take in big gulps of air in an effort to calm myself. I'm definitely excited still, and turned on for certain, but the way I can see Cesare's boner actually still swelling in size is also making me feel just a wee bit...apprehensive.
"You're looking a little nervous."
Grrr.
It's that tone of his again. The one that's uniquely able to taunt and seduce me at the same time, and as much as it makes me want to throw a punch at his perfectly gorgeous face—-
The moment I see the sculpted muscles of his arms flex and bulge as he pumps out body wash into the palm of his hand, it's all over for me, too.
Shiiiiit.
A smirk curves over his lips as his gaze drifts down my trembling body, and I realize as soon as I look down that what he's staring at are the pouting pink tips of my breasts.
"May I begin, tesoro?"
His hands have already claimed my breasts before he's even finished speaking, and my body starts writhing helplessly when he plays with them like they're his favorite toys to squeeze.
Aaaaaah.
I become a mindless slave to passion as he starts soaping every inch of my body, and the way his hands caress my flesh oh so slowly and thoroughly is an exquisite torment in itself.
His touch is as unbearable as it's addictive, and the water that's still cascading down my body has nothing to do with how my nether lips are getting wetter and wetter by the second.
My knees buckle for real when he finally inserts his hand between my trembling thighs, and Cesare's chuckle plays into my ear as I end up clutching the broad slope of his shoulders for balance.
My nipples scrape against his chest just as his fingers find my clit, and it's the beginning of the end.