Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 92702 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92702 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
“You will do what I say when I say,” I grunt, humping her face, relishing in her increased desperation. “You will be where I want you to be when I want you to be there, and you will ask no questions. I will control every aspect of this situation. You will do nothing without my say-so. And if I find you’ve done even one thing to go against me in any way whatsoever, it’s over. I’ll find some other bitch to fucking breed. Yours isn’t the only pussy in Miami, Alicia. Do you understand?”
Her high-pitched, strangled groans are enough for me, and I release her, allowing her to fall back. She lands in a heap, gasping for air and all I can do is stare down at her. She’s a beautiful, dangerous mess that I’ve tangled myself in. Still on her knees, and fighting to regain composure, I watch as she swipes at her eyes, where tears are starting to form. I feel like an asshole, but I can’t allow my feelings for her to control me. I gave in once before, and look where it got me. I am many things, but I will not be made a mockery by my people, nor will I allow her to think she can bend me and use me. This is for the better—for both of us. I stand and straighten my pants and jacket. It’s the last thing I want to do, leave without sinking my cock deep inside her, but it’s the smart thing.
“I have a few things to arrange before we go. We leave tomorrow night. Be prepared.” She gets on her feet without another look at me and hurries from the room.
Leaving me with a painful erection and the certainty that, sooner or later, toying with her won’t be enough. I’m going to need her again, and not because I want an heir.
7
ALICIA
Shit. Here I am again.
I didn’t think I’d ever see this place after I was so roughly pulled from it. Will there ever come a time when my life isn’t like a giant roller coaster ride? The sense of never knowing what’s happening next isn’t exciting. It’s unnerving. I’m never sure of myself. I don’t even know if I should bother unpacking since something could come up, and I might end up having to pack again tomorrow. Or, more likely, things will change so quickly that I won’t be able to pack at all, and I won’t have time to bring my bags with me anyway. Because I have no say in anything. I’m pulled here and there, thrown into a car, or strong-armed into boarding a jet. I’m a doll, pretty to look at, but my emotions and needs mean nothing to anyone.
And to think, those beautiful gardens are going unadmired right now. That enormous house has nobody living in it but the men who guard it—even then, I don’t think they actually stay inside, but rather in separate buildings on the estate. What a waste.
The sooner I get things settled with Elena, the sooner we’ll go back. Not that I’m in any hurry to leave the country again, not with my husband. I’m still not used to the idea of that word, especially when it’s used in relation to Enzo. He’s on the phone now, pacing around the house. Setting things up for himself. Not that he would bother cluing me in, but then again, I’m not sure I want to know what’s going on in his head. What he’s planning. At least, not when the plans have to do with something other than me. I would love nothing more than to watch Josef Alvarez suffer, but I don’t need to know the finer details. I just have to do my job.
And then, I guess we’ll go back to Italy, so I can have Enzo’s baby.
No, not just his baby. His son because that’s all that matters. Whether or not my child has a penis between his legs is what counts. I’m sick of this whole fucked-up, misogynistic world of his. Plus, how can he expect me to have a child and simply walk away like nothing ever happened? The idea of leaving any child, let alone our own, with him is unsettling.
I didn’t think to ask what happens after I’m finished being bred. He said I could go back to my life—does that mean I’ll return to Miami? Do I get money to set myself up? I was too busy proving myself, following his instructions, that I didn’t think to ask for specifics. I need to do that. I need to get details. Would he laugh me out of the room if I asked to get it in writing? I should probably do that, too, or at least try. I don’t think it’s too much to ask.