Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 72280 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72280 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
She definitely deserved her reward.
I pulled my cock from between her lips before I could climax down her throat. Her lips were swollen so perfectly with her efforts. I sat on the edge of my bed and I raised her to me, her legs straddling my lap as my hand lifted her skirt.
I watched her beautiful pussy sink down onto me, my thickness stretching her while she moaned.
“So tight,” I said, groaning. “So good.”
I ripped her shirt above her head and wrenched her wrists behind her back. Her clothed breasts were in my face, taunting me with their sweetness while I nibbled at her skin. Her hips gyrated against mine, trying to find her natural rhythm while her walls clamped down around my dick.
I thrust deeply into her, rendering her breathless as my cock grew thicker and thicker against her warm, wet walls.
“Camillo. Yes. Please, don’t stop.”
“Beg,” I said. “Beg for what you desire.”
“Please, make me come. I’ll do anything, Camillo. Just please. Let me have you one more time.”
I pounded into her body, her juices splashing upon my skin as her arms pulled taut. I could feel her legs quaking while her pussy vibrated around me, pulling my cock deeper and deeper into her as my balls pulled themselves up into my body.
We came together, a swirling tidal wave of passion, sweat, and sin as my toes curled. My cock spilled into her, marking her mine while she panted and heaved for air. Her hips bucked wildly against me, riding out her own pleasure while my tight curls raked against her swollen clit.
The moment she collapsed into me, we fell to the bed, panting, while her body instinctively curled against me.
I watched as Rose’s eyes fluttered closed, her body glowing with the effort of her lust while I looked upon her in ecstasy. She was the most beautiful woman I’d ever laid eyes upon and I admired her more and more every day I spent with her. The passion between us was overpowering and the orgasms she gave me rendered me senseless. It was unlike anything I’d ever known in my lifetime, the way this beautiful, inexperienced princess made me feel, and I fell more and more in love with her every single day.
We fell into a deep sleep, cuddled against one another until the morning sun poured through the window and my phone rang on the table next to the bed.
I looked at the number and answered it, sitting up as I tucked my cock away. Rose was still sleeping in my bed, her hair spread among the white satin sheets while her breasts settled against her body. I cursed the person ruining my time with her and I was determined to let them know exactly how I felt about it.
However, the voice that assaulted my eardrum boiled my blood and I stood up.
“Hello, Camillo.”
It was the head of the fucking Del Vecchio family.
“You’ve got a lot of nerve calling me,” I said in a growl.
Rose stirred. I had a feeling this conversation was going to be unsettling for her, so I quickly switched to speaking in Italian. The man on the other end of the line simply chuckled at me, which caused my blood to boil while my hand clamped down tightly around my cellphone.
If I held it any tighter, it was probably going to break.
“I saw your goons today,” I said. “You should pay someone with a little more intelligence to follow me.”
“Smarts aren’t necessary to get the job done that I want,” he said. “However, they did inform me of a little girl you were carrying. She has your eyes, you know? And that little nephew of yours? It’s a shame what happened to his parents. Is he coping okay?”
I felt my temper explode in my chest while I tried to contain my outer demeanor. Rose was slowly rubbing her eyes and searching the bed for me, so I knew I had to make this conversation quick. The last thing I wanted her to think was that she was being followed. That she was in danger because of me.
Even though she was.
“What the hell does that mean?” I asked as I kept my Italian tongue smooth.
“It means I still haven’t paid you back for the death of my cousin, my brother, and my uncle. All the family you mowed down over the years, Camillo. You know what they say about karma.”
“Both sides have seen their fair share of blood spilled, Del Vecchio,” I said. “But no one goes after children.”
“Unfinished business has a way of… prompting desperate solutions. Just know I see you, Camillo. Know you can’t run and you sure as hell can’t hide.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE - ROSE
I woke up to the sounds of Camillo speaking beautiful Italian in my ear, but as I collected myself, I realized he wasn’t in bed. My body ached from last night. My shoulders and my ass screamed out for mercy as a smirk donned my face.