Total pages in book: 161
Estimated words: 149338 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 747(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 498(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 149338 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 747(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 498(@300wpm)
As soon as I laid her down on my bed, she reached her arms up above her head. Waiting for my next move.
Lowering my frame on hers, I grasped her hands, caging her in with my arms. Her heartbeat drastically accelerated, and I swear it echoed through the room.
“Te amo, cariño.”
She took in my words for a few seconds, relaxing her body underneath mine. I reached for the hem of her dress, pulling it over her head. Leaving her in just her panties that I proceeded to tear off her luscious ass. She watched with hooded eyes as I undressed and crawled over to her again, placing my body right where it belonged.
On top of hers.
I could feel her thoughts raging war in her mind. She immediately shut her eyes when she realized they were telling me everything that maybe she couldn’t.
“Open your eyes, Sophia,” I murmured so low she could barely hear me.
She swallowed hard before opening them again. Her eyes were filled with unshed tears. Seeing her like this was my undoing, I couldn’t take it anymore. I gripped the sides of her face.
“I’m so fucking sorry, baby,” I breathed out against her lips. “I can’t change what we have been through these last few months. I can’t take back everything I wish you hadn’t seen. I don’t ever want you to be scared of me. I would never hurt you. I would die before I could ever fucking hurt you.” I kissed her lips, her cheeks, the tip of her nose, and all over her face as I slowly moved my hand down her neck. “Do you understand me? You’re the only light I have left in my life. My salvation,” I urged and she nodded, claiming my lips with hers, keeping our eyes wide open.
I rubbed along her smooth skin, trailing my fingers over her naked body. My forehead resting on hers as I slowly moved my hand back and forth, caressing her in a way I used to. How I knew she loved. Wanting to bring back the passion between us. Ignite our flame that started to burn out weeks ago.
“You’re all I ever wanted,” I exhaled as she inhaled. It was like we were breathing for one another. “There’s my girl,” I groaned, positioning myself at her opening. I started to ease in, thinking how much I missed her sweet pussy, once again claiming what was mine.
She froze, pushing me off her. “I can’t do this,” she snapped out of nowhere with a cold and detached voice, making me jerk back, stunned.
“The fuck?” was all I could manage to say.
She continued to try to push me off her. “I can’t, Alejandro. Please, I can’t do this.” She shoved me with her hands, scooting out from under me. Leaving me wondering what the hell just happened.
She grabbed her dress off the floor and threw it on, immediately rushing out of the room, getting away from me as fast as possible. Ignoring my plea for her not to go. I found my slacks and quickly slid them on, not bothering with a shirt. I rushed after her, needing to stop her from walking out on me. There was no way in hell I was going to let her leave here without telling me what the fuck was going on.
Stopping dead in my tracks, I saw her standing in the dining room. A look of horror spread across her face as she took in every last detail of the night we were supposed to have. The food was all laid out perfectly on the table, champagne still chilling in a bucket of ice, candles spread out all over the room, adding to the romantic allure.
“What the fuck was that, Sophia?”
She cringed, stepping away from me, surrendering her hands to stop me. “I can’t believe you did all this. Fuck…” She grabbed onto the back of the chair in front of her for support. Looking up at me through tear-filled eyes. “I can’t do this anymore.”
“Can’t do what exactly? What can’t you fucking do?”
“Us.” She gestured between the two of us. “This.”
I jerked back like she had hit me. “You don’t mean that,” I stated, stepping toward her again.
“Stop! I can’t pretend anymore. It’s too real. Your life. This life you were born to lead. It’s too fucking real. I was almost raped. I thought you were my hero, my savior, when all along you were the reason,” she spewed, causing me to step back, narrowing my eyes at her with the realization of her words. “I watched your mother take her last breath as she died in your arms. Murdered in cold blood. I watched your sister leave the only family she has behind. Running away from this life, instead of embracing it. I’ve seen the blood on your shirts and knuckles, I’ve seen the guns you carry on you all the time. I’m not stupid, nor can I continue to pretend to look the other way, Alejandro. I’ve seen you change from the boy I once knew, to a man I hardly recognize. You are slowly turning into your father and that’s a scary thing to watch. Michael was right. I don’t know you at all. I know the boy I fell head over heels for as a girl. But I don’t know the man who is standing right here in front of me. You’re a fucking stranger.”