Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 79685 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79685 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Suddenly, I’m filled with an urgent need, and sitting up, I take hold of my shirt and pull it over my head. I unhook my bra and drop it on the floor before I lie down again, my skin touching his.
I swear my soul sighs at the relief I feel, then Santiago pushes me onto my back again. “You need me to touch you everywhere, mi sol?”
I nod, and when his hands grip my breasts, a sob bursts from me, and I keep nodding. He ducks his head then sucks my left nipple into his mouth. For the longest time, he caresses and kisses my breasts, then his palms rub hard over my stomach and abdomen, and taking hold of my pants, he drags the fabric down my legs.
Lying on the couch, my eyes are locked on his as he touches every inch of my body, and when he gets to my ankles, he presses tender kisses to the scars.
I’ve never felt so loved in my life. There’s nothing sexual about this experience, and it feels as if he’s cleaning my body in a way I’ve never been able to.
Everything calms down inside me again, and Santiago notices. He crawls up my body and lies down on top of me, then just stares into my eyes.
With a tender expression softening his features, he asks, “Better?”
I wrap my arms around him. “Much better.”
“Good.” The corner of his mouth lifts. “You are fucking beautiful.” He kisses the tip of my nose. “And all mine.”
In every way but one.
SANTIAGO
As soon as I’m sure Ciara’s fast asleep, I quietly get out of bed and leave the bedroom. I pull the door shut and head for the stairs.
When I step into the foyer, I see Samuel sitting on the couch in the living room.
He turns his head, and seeing me, he asks, “Everything good?”
I shake my head, my tone low and deadly as I say, “Get Marc to keep an eye on Ciara. I want you with me.”
Only wearing a pair of sweatpants, I walk to the back entrance and leave the villa. The night air is cold on my skin, but it does nothing to cool the rage swirling in my chest.
Ciara’s tears and the desperation on her face for me to erase his fucking touch are the only things I see.
Reaching the heavy door, I yank it open and take the stairs down to where the fucker is lying asleep.
Samuel comes in and says, “Marc is in the villa.”
Standing beside Nolan, I slap his cheek until his eyes open. “Time to wake up. If I can’t sleep, neither will you.”
His head rolls from side to side, and he groans from the pain he’s in.
Bracing my hands on either side of his head, I lean in really close and growl, “Ciara’s asked me to cut off a specific body part, and I can’t deny her a single thing.”
I straighten up and look at Samuel, “We need pliers or tongs. I don’t think he’s big, so tweezers will do as well.”
“No,” Nolan sobs. “Please. I’m begging you.”
Samuel brings the pliers, and as he sets them down beside Nolan, I say, “Remove his pants.”
“Please,” Nolan cries, his voice pitching with raw panic and fear as Samuel tugs the fabric down, exposing Nolan’s pelvis.
He begins to weep, and I stare at him, but it does nothing to appease the rage inside me.
How many times did my woman beg him?
How many times did she cry?
“Did you care when Ciara wept?” I growl. “Or did it feed your ego?” I grab the reciprocating saw and switch it on. “You fucking enjoyed it when she begged you to stop. You savored her tears. Didn’t you?”
He shakes his head wildly. “No. I only wanted to love her.”
My eyes snap to Samuel as I gesture at Nolan’s limp dick. “Hold it up with the pliers. I want to make sure I get all…three inches?” I shake my head. “Did you miss a growth spurt or two?”
Samuel pulls a disgusted face as he pinches Nolan’s dick with the pliers, pulling it up.
“I know,” I mutter. “But it’s the only part Ciara wanted removed so we’ll all fucking power through for her.”
Nolan’s weeping increases as I bring the saw to his dick, and I say, “I swear, if your blood splatters on me, I’m going to fucking beat the shit out of you.”
It only takes one swipe of the saw, and for a moment, I worry whether I got it all. “Is that it?” I ask Samuel while Nolan’s screams reach that annoyingly high pitch I fucking hate.
Samuel tosses the bloody flesh to the side of the room. “Yep.” It looks like he’s going to gag, and I stand back.
“Just don’t puke on Nolan. I don’t want him getting an infection,” I order.
Samuel holds a hand up, and it’s touch and go for a second, then he says, “I’m good.”