Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 17073 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 85(@200wpm)___ 68(@250wpm)___ 57(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 17073 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 85(@200wpm)___ 68(@250wpm)___ 57(@300wpm)
Everything about Salvatore is so fucking hot, but the way he can’t get enough of me has to be the best part. He sucks my digit clean before he parts with it to kiss me again. As our mouths meld together, I rock back and forth, adjusting to his size.
Not that I think it’s actually possible. Every time I move up and back down, his cock manages to find new and tantalizing ways to tease and pleasure me.
While we make out, I start bouncing harder, faster, and deeper. I gyrate my hips as my body starts to rattle from sheer delight. Salvatore adjusts his hips lower in his chair until half his ass is hanging off the seat.
He plants his feet firmly on the ground, and with his new leverage, he starts thrusting his hips in time with my movements.
“Jesus Christ, you feel so fucking amazing,” I mutter and sputter words that sound foreign to my ear.
Salvatore doesn’t reply. He can’t. Too focused on his task of delivering absolute satisfaction. His growls and groans fill my ears. He isn’t worried about who hears him, and I manage to follow suit, allowing my shrieking moans to escape against his lips.
“I’m going to fill your warm cunt, baby.” Salvatore’s vulgar words are precisely what I need to hear. They switch my brain off and hurl me over the edge of absolute gratification.
My skin tingles with pure electric energy, and my body shakes in ways I never knew possible. The feeling of my climax around his cock makes Salvatore buck his hips in a feverish need for his own release.
“Fill you up. Claim you as mine.” He struggles to get the words out, but he needs to say them.
I have my own things to say, even if they come out in a disjointed mess. “I’m…” Two more hard thrusts nearly knock the words out of my mouth. “Already yours,” I finish.
With it, Salvatore loses control. His chaotic rhythm starts to speed up as he drives every inch he has to offer into me.
He releases his hot, sticky liquid inside of me with three powerful thrusts before crumbling into his chair. Spent, exhausted, and heaving air into our lungs, I give him a tender kiss.
A sign of what’s to come, I suppose. That I’m not going anywhere just because of what happened.
“Boss, I need to tell you som—” Dante Vitorri says from the door as he barges in without knocking. “Sweet, baby, fuck. I didn’t see nothing,” he roars as he makes a quick escape from his interruption.
Salvatore and I chuckle against each other’s lips. Lost in the clarity of release, our loving embrace, and the promise of our bright future.
EPILOGUE
SALVATORE
Six Months Later
Dante and Romeo sit in front of me. Their wives are at the bar, collecting drinks and greeting the horde of familiar faces who attended each of our weddings.
“I never thought I’d see the day where the Lion got hitched,” Romeo says, easing back in his chair. “Think it’s going to be harder keeping your boys in line when you’re the one bending at the knee for your wife?”
Dante chuckles, and so do I. I’d usually be against this sort of insubordination, but considering I’m moments away from sharing my first dance with my wife, I don’t give a shit about Romeo stepping out of line. It’s all fun and games anyway, and he’s just throwing back what I dished him when he was in the same position.
“If you knew what was under that dress, you’d know why I do my best work being bent over in front of her,” I wink and get up from my chair. “If you’ll excuse me, gentlemen—”
“Boss, before you go.” Dante raises a hand to stop me from retreating too soon. “We’ve got some news about Harry.”
“He’s not dead before you get your hopes up,” Romeo cuts in. It’s like the two of them rehearsed this. “But we’ve bashed his mercenaries for six months, and it’s eaten into his wallet.”
“He won’t be bothering us anymore. This time, he really knows what will happen if he steps out of line again,” Dante concludes.
“I don’t give a fuck about Harry right now,” I scoff. “Glad you did it, but today isn’t about me or our business. It’s about her.”
I gesture toward the dance floor, where through a sea of moving bodies, Silver sways in her father’s arms. I’m glad we’ve managed to do right by the people of Delta County, and knocking Harry from his perch means that people like her dad—the good, salt-of-the-earth kind—stand a fighting chance.
But discussing it here is a disservice to Silver. Tomorrow is another day.
I cross the distance between me and Silver in an instant. Her dad catches my eye as I approach them, giving me a tender smile. I return it with a nod of my head.