Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 49774 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 249(@200wpm)___ 199(@250wpm)___ 166(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49774 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 249(@200wpm)___ 199(@250wpm)___ 166(@300wpm)
This was crazy.
Maybe it was the medication he’d given her.
She didn’t know.
“You’re a virgin?” he asked.
Her cheeks heated. “I don’t want to keep on talking.”
“It’s fine. If it makes you feel better, I have a knack for making people talk.”
“You do.”
“Yes. It’s why I’m so good at my job.”
“What do you do?”
“I make people talk, spill their secrets, and I protect my bosses.”
He’s mafia.
He’s a monster.
“I’m so tired.”
“Sleep, sweetheart. Sleep.”
Chapter Three
With the breakfast tray fully loaded, Vincenzo made his way upstairs to see his current guest. Not that he imagined she liked being called his guest. He’d watched her several times throughout the night try to make an escape, even though they had been pathetic attempts, seeing as she could barely move.
Clearly, it hadn’t taken her very long to put two and two together to realize who he was, or at least who he was associated with.
Normally, he liked to see that fear that people often got when associated with him. Seeing the look in her eyes though had left him cold. Again, this woman was doing things to him that he wasn’t entirely sure he liked.
This was all a new experience for him.
Opening the bedroom door, he saw she was missing.
Putting the tray on the bed, he glanced around the room. There was no sign of an open window. Just as he was about to check the rest of the house, he heard the toilet flush, followed by running water.
When she opened the bathroom door, she froze. “I just needed to use the bathroom.”
“You’re free to do so.”
“But not free to leave.”
“On doctor’s orders, you must be taken care of.”
“I, erm, I think I should be fine. You don’t have to come and, you know, take care of me.”
“Is it just me personally you have an aversion to?”
“An aversion to what?”
“Taking care of you?” He folded his arms, watching her.
She stood in her underwear with every single curve on display. She had a really nice set of tits, and he loved her hips. Damn, he could imagine holding them as he fucked her hard. She deserved a nice, good fucking. Something hard that made her scream.
Arika glanced down at her body and quickly started trying to hide herself.
“No need to do that for me.”
“I’m … I’ve never been nude before in front of a guy.” She slapped her hand to her mouth, and the jolt once again caused her to wince. “I really need to stop doing that.”
“I brought you breakfast. I hope you’re hungry.”
As if on cue, her stomach rumbled.
“Sit. Eat.”
“Do you always order everyone around?”
“Yes, and I always get what I want.” He pulled back the covers, and she gently slid into bed. He couldn’t help but stroke her skin as he placed the blanket back over her, making it look like an accident. She tensed up, but he ignored that.
Clearly a virgin when it comes to everything.
He put the tray on her lap.
“Now I want you to eat everything on this plate. It’ll do you good.”
She stared at the food, sucking her bottom lip between her teeth.
He wanted to pull it out and bite that lip. Have her mouth open so that he could taste her. She’d look so pretty with his dick sliding between her lips, hitting the back of her throat, swallowing him down. He’d make her take all of him as well, every single inch until he filled her mouth with his cum and watched her swallow every drop.
His dick hardened at the thought, and he quickly adjusted himself so he wasn’t in any kind of pain.
She poured some milk into the bowl of cereal he’d prepared for her. He had a lot of skills in the kitchen, but he didn’t know what she liked just yet. Besides that, the way she kept fidgeting showed she didn’t have an appetite.
“I’m not used to being taken care of,” she said. “I’ve been alone for a long time. I can usually take care of myself.”
“Well, you need someone now. I’ll talk to your boss at the diner. Anyone else I need to speak to?”
“My college professor. Erm, I really need to finish a couple of assignments that I have.”
“They’re not in your bag?” He knew they weren’t.
“They’re at my place. I don’t mind going home. You know. I can rest there.”
“And I can see a lie when I’m being told one. You’re not going home, not yet.”
“I won’t go to the cops.”
“You don’t need to go to the cops.” She had her head bowed over her bowl of cereal. Reaching out, he gripped her chin. “You need to understand something here, Arika. You go to the cops, you die. Who I work for will kill you because you were at the wrong place at the wrong time.”
“It doesn’t exactly seem fair.”
“Life isn’t fair. Now, I will have a friend come here to take care of you while I go to your apartment.”