Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 84324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 422(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 422(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Reaching for her left hand, I bring it to my mouth and press a kiss to the gold band that sealed her fate to mine.
The air leaves her lungs shakily, but I can still see the uncertainty lingering in her eyes, as if she’s waiting for me to wake up one morning and realize she’s nothing special.
“I don’t lose interest once I have something.” My voice turns deadly calm. “I become more fucking possessive of it.”
Her breath catches in her throat, drawing my attention to where her pulse is fluttering, and I duck my head to press a kiss to it. I trail my lips up to her earlobe and say, “The more time I spend with you, the more obsessed I’ll become.” My teeth tug at the fake diamond earring, which I intend to replace as soon as fucking possible. “You will only sink deeper under my skin. Become more addictive. More impossible to ignore.” Kissing my way to her mouth, I groan, “You’re not forgettable. You’re not boring. You’re not some temporary obsession I’ll eventually get over.”
I lightly brush my hand over her left breast and down to her hip, where I grip her tightly while locking eyes with her again.
Laurie looks completely entranced, and I know if I push right now, she won’t resist me fucking her.
The corner of my mouth lifts in a smirk because I’ve already won half the battle when it comes to owning my butterfly’s heart.
Testing her, I keep my mouth an inch from hers. I massage her hip and push my right leg between hers, hating all the fucking fabric between her pussy and my thigh.
She turns her body into mine, her calf hooking over the back of my leg. Breathless, her lashes lower slightly, desire bleeding over her features.
I allow the moment to build until she lifts her hand and wraps it around the back of my neck while pushing her breasts into my chest.
“That’s it, mia piccola farfalla. Feel the undeniable pull between us,” I whisper so I don’t draw her out of the lust-induced trance.
She lifts her head slightly, narrowing the space between our faces.
“I’m all yours for the taking,” I tell her while grabbing her ass and pulling her right against me, knowing she’ll feel how fucking hard I am.
Laurie's grip tightens at the back of my neck as she pulls herself closer, and when she finally kisses me, I worry I might actually come from this intense moment alone.
Chapter 15
Laurie
Sweet Jesus.
The way Adriano puts me under his spell should be studied.
As I lick the inside of his mouth, his taste addictive, I keep being dragged deeper under whatever dark magic he’s woven around me.
He allows me a couple of seconds before he takes control of the kiss, and with the hard stroke of his tongue, I’m swept up and stolen away from reality.
All the alarm bells fall silent, every single way this man terrified me today is forgotten, and my survival instinct becomes non-existent.
I get completely lost in his kiss, as if I’ve known him all my life, and he’s the safest place I could ever be.
His kisses. They’re otherworldly.
Usually I’m stuck in my head, either wondering if the guy even wants to kiss me, or counting down the seconds for it to end.
But not with Adriano. God, no.
His lips nip and tug at mine in the sexiest way, and those hard strokes of his tongue before he laps at my mouth…Sweet, sweet, baby Jesus.
My hands frame his jaw, and when I feel his bristles scraping against my skin, I let out a satisfied moan.
Suddenly, he lifts his head. With hooded, black eyes and sex written all over his face, his hold on my butt tightens.
As I come out of the spell, I feel his hard-on, and it clears my mind at the speed of light, but before I can extract myself from his arms, Adriano lets me go and gets up from the bed.
Holy shit, I forgot we were lying on his bed.
With my hair probably all over the place, I sit up in the cloud of white fabric and pat over my strands, tucking some behind my ears.
Adriano unbuttons his vest, and when he pulls it off, my eyes land on his gun tucked into the waistband of his pants, and it feels like someone pours a bucket of ice water over me.
Then he takes hold of his gun, and I watch with wide eyes and a bobbing throat as he checks the magazine.
Even my breathing is cautious while my eyes track his every movement as he walks back toward the bed. His gaze flicks to me, then he opens the drawer, and I see boxes of bullets and…Oh my God, he uses XL condoms?
Not wanting to get pregnant, I did a lot of research on condoms and know it means Adriano is packing some serious thick heat, as the size of a condom is usually for girth and not length.