Total pages in book: 132
Estimated words: 127249 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 127249 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
He scratches the scruff on his jaw. “It’s gone a bit further than that.”
I narrow my eyes. “What do you mean?”
“When we first met, she asked me if I was single.”
“Tell me you didn’t say yes.”
“Have you looked into her eyes? Show me a man who can look into those baby blues and say no.”
Letting the door handle go, I face him squarely. “What the fuck happened?”
“She kissed me, so I kissed her back. Things got pretty heated before she ended it. She asked me out on a date.”
I clench my jaw. “And you said yes.”
“She caught me off guard.”
“Jesus, Reino.”
He makes a face. “I know.”
“Stay away from her. Got it?”
“Loud and clear.”
“Good.” I open the door and get into the driver’s seat. “One complaint from Jasper, and I’ll have your balls on a platter.”
I shut the door on his unreadable expression, leaving him with that, and then I drive to the condo where I shower and change.
I told Tatiana I sleep here when I work late at the office, but I also use the condo to get cleaned up whenever I don’t want to walk blood into my house. It became a stopover to shower and get rid of evidence after a hit. Emily is a pro at burning my clothes and using the ashes as compost.
When I’m freshly showered and dressed in clean clothes, I go home and head straight for the bedroom. The house is quiet. It’s early, but Tatiana is usually awake at this hour. I’m surprised to find her fast asleep in my bed. A glass with wine residue in the bottom stands on her nightstand.
I strip quickly, sheathe my cock with a rubber, and get into bed. There’s only one thing that takes the edge off better than a strenuous workout or burying myself in paperwork, and that’s losing myself between her legs.
Hooking her thigh over my shoulder, I move her panties aside and go straight for my target. Before she’s fully awake, I already have my tongue inside her.
Chapter
Twenty-One
Tatiana
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I’m drifting in a sea of pleasure, a thick bank of lust rolling in like soft mist over the shore. A wave of need gently nudges me closer to the rising tide, closer to reality, but I’m not ready to wake up from this dream.
I stretch like a cat, soaking up the heat that travels over every inch of my body and teasing all the follicles on my skin into goosebumps. “Mm.”
“That’s my girl.”
Dante’s deep, seductive voice reaches me as if it’s echoing from inside me.
“Come for me, darling.”
Giving in to the incredible rush that sweeps through me and pulls in one direction, I open my eyes with a cry of ecstasy, embracing the passage from sleep to consciousness and also the man who kisses his way up my stomach.
I’m wet and hot from his tongue between my legs, all my most sensitive parts throbbing from my explosive release. Flutters linger in my belly, sparked back into vicious flapping when the man I love and adore nips the sensitive spot where my neck meets my shoulder.
“Dante,” I moan, breathing him in.
He smells like shower gel and that understated, sophisticated scent of leather and virility, of a beautiful, powerful, and dangerous man.
Our eyes meet when he lifts his head to stare at me with a cocky smile on his sexy lips. I’m lost in the depths of those amber pools, in the flames that burn for me, and in the ink that covers his skin. A delicious weight presses between my thighs, its hardness a promise of new and fiercer pleasure.
Threading my fingers through his hair, I hold on to that gaze so that I can etch the fire reflecting his own need into my memory. I can never get used to the fact that I have this power over him, that he wants me so much he seems to be in pain. I get a little drunk on the knowledge each and every time.
The growl that rumbles deep in his chest is an affirmation of my thoughts. The intention in his eyes is so darkly predatory that it’s scary. It’s the wild look in the golden eyes of a lion about to tear into its prey. It’s the feverish regard of a devoted believer looking upon his god as he goes down on his knees to pray.
He pushes my nightdress up to my waist and hooks his fingers into the elastic of my panties. I let go of him and lift my hips on his silent instruction, mesmerized by the maddening passion drawn in stark lines on his handsome face as I bend my knees to make the task of removing my underwear easier for him.
He draws the panties free and, like I knew he would, brings them to his nose and inhales deeply.