Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 35213 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35213 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
I curl my fingers up, stroking against her g-spot. She's so tight. Cristo. I can't wait to feel her wrapped around my cock, fucking owning me. I already know she's going to do it. As soon as I get inside her, I'll become hers to command. I'll crawl through hell on my hands and knees to please her.
With a pussy this good and a mouth that smart, who could blame me?
I nip her inner thigh and then move back to her clit, running my tongue in circles around it, teasing her. Torturing her. Fuck. I could do this all day and not grow tired of listening to her broken little whimpers. She's wrecked, tears running down her cheeks, sweat plastering her hair to her face.
"Don't make me take it, Genesis. Give it to me."
"What?" she shouts through a sob. "What do you w-want?"
"Your heart, tesoro," I whisper, flicking my gaze up to hers. "I want your heart."
Her eyes widen, her mouth falling open.
I stroke against her g-spot again, pressing firmly.
She breaks as she falls, wailing my name. Her defenses shatter as the orgasm flings her skyward. When she lands in my arms, for the first time, she's stripped bare to me, completely defenseless, and I realize she just handed me the keys to the fucking castle.
I sweep in, occupying every inch of space she surrenders.
Chapter Seven
Genesis
"Look at me, tesoro."
I peel my eyes open, my heart pounding like a jackhammer to find Gabriel standing over me with his massive erection in his fist. His eyes blaze with unholy fire again, lighting him up with an energy I've never seen.
If this is hell, it's beautiful.
"L'amore domina senza regole."
He works his fist up and down his length, his eyes locked on me. He growls words in Italian that I don't understand, but I read the dark promise in his eyes. I hear it in his tone. Whatever he's saying, he means every word.
I can't look away from him as he jerks himself off, using my body to fuel his need. Moisture slicks the head of his cock, making my mouth water.
I want to know what it tastes like. What he feels like in my mouth.
I roll to my side, balancing on my knees as I scoot toward him.
"Cristo!" He snarls like a wild beast when I flick my tongue out to taste him. His free hand sinks into my hair, tugging my head back. "You want to taste what you've caused, tesoro?"
"Yes."
"Then open that smart fucking mouth." He hooks his thumb between my lips, gently exerting pressure.
I whimper as he slips his cock between my lips, feeding it into my mouth. He's big and hard, stretching my lips to capacity.
"Ah, goddamn," he groans, gripping my hair tight. "You're going to be the perfect little cocksucker, aren't you?"
I moan at his filthy mouth. The way he talks to me and the things he says to me should piss me off…yet they don't. They make me ache to blow his mind. I want to please him, want to make him crazy. I don't know what that says about me. I don't really care anymore.
I think I stopped caring when he kissed me before we even left Valentino International. Everything else has just been me trying to deny just how badly I want this man. He could destroy me just as easily as Alexander Santorum, but I don't care if he does. I want to burn for him. I want to burn with him.
If the whole world goes up with me, so be it.
At least it will have been my choice.
I crawl forward on the hard wood, not caring at how it digs into my knees. The slight pain only makes me want him more. We're fire and ice together, and in this moment, that's the only thing that matters.
I hollow my cheeks, sucking hard as his hand in my hair tightens.
He roars a curse up at the ceiling, roars my name.
"Fuck!" His hips pulse in greedy, restless movements, as if he can't stay still while he's in my mouth. As if I'm driving him out of his mind. He pants and curses and swears. "Good girl. Cristo. You're such a good fucking girl, tesoro."
I moan around him, my heart swelling at his praise. Part of me lives for it. Dies for it. The deepest, darkest part of me exists for it.
I have no idea what I'm doing, but I bob on his cock, taking as much of him as I can. I choke on him, and I love it. He does too. Every time I gag, he growls my name.
"Enough," he rasps after several blissful moments. "Enough, tesoro." He pulls back, slipping from my lips long before I'm satisfied. Before I can even protest, he hauls me up, flipping me to my back like a ragdoll. "Spread your legs. Let me see my pussy."