Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 94124 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 471(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94124 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 471(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
“Oh… God…” I murmur through the tang of blood filtering across my taste buds. I bit him firmly enough to bleed, but I’m swamped with too much ownership to care.
I want him to wear my marks and know where I touched him for days.
Imagining him discovering my dental impression days after our romp denotes a bomb low in my stomach. An orgasm shatters inside me, but it doesn’t weaken Giovanni’s pace in the slightest. He continues to toy with my clit while fucking me deep and hard.
He drives into me on repeat until I’m overwhelmed again. I don’t conceal his brilliance this time around. I shout it for the world to hear, certain if I die from the exhaustion of too many orgasms, I want it marked on my headstone.
“Yes! God, yes!” I shout when the tension becomes unbearable for Giovanni as well. My insides clench around his fat cock as spurts of his release double the wetness between my legs.
I did that.
Me.
And the knowledge is powerful.
With his cock still sheathed inside me, Giovanni leans his back against the sofa he was seated on hours ago, pulls me into his chest, and then buries his nose in my dark locks.
That safe feeling I was experiencing earlier returns more powerful than ever, and euphoria pumps into me as I relish his closeness.
It’s comforting in his arms. Right.
It feels like home, and before my foggy head can warn my heart to slow down, the steady rhythm of his heart and the gentle lulls of his chest drift me into a peaceful slumber.
10
GIOVANNI
Since I wake before the sun, the city is still wrapped in a blue-gray hush that only comes before dawn. The penthouse is quiet. The only sound is the soft, steady rhythm of Valentina’s breaths. She’s lying beside me, restfully sleeping.
After rolling to my side, I prop myself on one elbow and watch her sleep. Dark-brown hair spills across her pillow, and her nostrils flare slightly as she takes shallow breaths. Unlike last night, her brows are smooth and trouble-free.
Although this could be my cockiness talking, I swear a satisfied smirk is hiking one side of her lips high.
Our connection last night exceeded my wildest dreams. That brutal, frenetic spark I felt for her the second I saw her turned into something wild and dangerous. My obsession with this woman is a wildfire raging through everything I thought I knew about myself and turning it into ash.
It could burn me if I’m not careful.
Until the early hours of this morning, I took her every way imaginable, but my hands still ache to touch her. I want to feel the quickening of her heart rate in the seconds leading to her climax, and the sting of her nails as they scour my back when the intensity becomes overwhelming. I want to hear her scream my name, and I may get the opportunity sooner rather than later when she shifts slightly.
Her sleepy murmurs bring a smile to my face. Her mumbles are undecipherable, but as she nestles deeper into the sheets, looking at home, I take them as a compliment.
She’s comfortable here. Protected.
I could stay like this forever, but the world has other plans.
My phone vibrates on the nightstand, shattering the peace. I ignore it, but within seconds of me silencing it, it buzzes again. Cautious not to rouse Valentina, I reach for my phone.
Matteo’s name flashes on the screen, and I roll my eyes. My brothers have been texting me nonstop for the past hour, but Matteo’s messages are hard to overlook. It isn’t that he has a habit of making things urgent when they aren’t. It’s because I know he is as deviant as his messages suggest.
Matteo:
You’ve got five minutes to message me back before I show up at your penthouse with my dick hanging out.
He believes he has the biggest cock in Caruso history.
I’ve yet to reach the same conclusion.
My phone buzzes again.
Matteo:
And I’ll bring Nico, Elio, and Dante with me.
I’d like to say they lack the audacity to go against me like this, but having previously faced this threat and lost, I slide out of bed. Killing family members is against the rules, but I wouldn’t be able to restrain myself if Valentina saw a single inch of my brothers’ cocks.
Since our father is already broken-hearted from the death of our mother twelve months ago, I must do everything in my power to keep another mafia war off the table. Answering my brother’s text is the easy way out.
After covering Valentina’s luscious curves with a sheet, mindful my brothers prefer FaceTime chats over standard calls, I grab my phone and pad barefoot onto the balcony. The view never fails to remind me that Carlisle is unlike anywhere else in the world. The city sprawls along the coast, and its ancient Sicilian heritage clusters in a patchwork of traditional and modern elements. Beyond the rooftops of the terracotta buildings my family is endeavoring to save, the Tyrrhenian Sea glimmers a vast, restless blue that holds the secrets of the families who’ve lived here.