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)
She’s almost too snug, but the sparks the tight fit prompt are deliciously arrogant.
Valentina’s mangled scream dots my hand with condensation when I flex my cock, ensuring she knows exactly how deep I am, and then I lower my hand to her clit. Her whimper when I roll the nervy bud with my thumb tingles through my balls. It’s the desperate noise of a woman who hasn’t climaxed in months, as if the endless orgasms I’ve given her the prior three days were merely a prelude to how combustible our exchanges can be.
“Go slow,” I order when she gradually ascends, withdrawing at the same painstaking pace she used to welcome my cock inside.
She follows my command to a tee… until she reaches the wide girth of my crown. Then she slams down like the monster dick her sexy curves will forever inspire isn’t girthy enough to slice her in two.
“Christ, dolcezza.” My hands shoot for her hips as cum gathers at the base of my dick. I love when she loses control and isn’t ashamed by it, but this isn’t how our exchange was meant to be. I’m meant to be bending her will, not the other way around. “You feel so fucking good sucking at my cock and wordlessly pleading for its cum.” Her expression reveals the luscious soreness rocketing through her core when I meet her movements, pump for pump. “That’s what you want, isn’t it? My cum coating the walls of your pussy and ass. You want me any way you can get me.”
I palm her ass and squeeze when she nods.
“But that isn’t all you want, is it, dolcezza? You also want me to chase you and bow at your feet.”
Again and again, Valentina rises and falls on my cock, accepting a little more each time. Her pelvis grinds against my V muscle as the hue of her excitement spreads from her cheeks to her neck. She’s almost too tight, but my body ignores the bite of discomfort.
“Answer me.”
Our moans align when I fuck her harder and faster. I drive in deep, stuffing in every hardened inch of my cock until pain flitters in her eyes along with desire.
“If that’s what you want, there’s no shame in admitting that. If you want me to burn the castle, I’ll burn the castle. If you want me to terrorize the world, I’ll terrorize the world.” I grunt when the walls of her pussy clamp around my thrusting cock. “If you want me on my knees, kissing your feet, I’ll do that, too. You don’t need to run to achieve any of those things, Valentina. You only need to ask.”
My confession has her body going pliable under my touch and her head thrusting back.
Or was it because I said her name instead of her nickname?
As her hands brace the roof of the SUV and she thrusts her fantastic yet still-covered breasts in my face, shudder after shudder works through her wary muscles.
Her body convulses for several long seconds before the most beautiful expression I’ve ever seen crosses her face. She’s caught in the throes of ecstasy, and I’m barely one step behind.
I just have one matter to take care of first.
Returning the confidence a soon-to-be dead man stole from her.
26
VALENTINA
Pure hell. Gut-wrenching torment. That’s how I’d describe the last fifteen minutes of my life. But if I’m honest, I’d also admit it was the most uplifting confidence boost I’ve ever had.
Giovanni’s tongue is wicked, and not solely when it’s lapping up the multiple arousals he forces out of me in a short period.
It should have been a stretch to make me come once, but I stopped counting at four.
I feel good, and not all the sparks are compliments to Giovanni’s amazing cock and wicked mouth. Some are because I didn’t succumb to his demands at the start of our exchange. I was horny, there’s no doubting that, and seemingly submissive, but I could have thrown Valeria under the bus to save myself.
I didn’t because I have values—unlike her.
“Thank you,” I murmur under my breath when Giovanni hands me the underwear I removed earlier. I slip them up my shuddering legs as our SUV slowly merges toward the curb of the downtown district.
When the creak of the swinging sign at the front of the pub projects through the tinted windows, I wait for the familiar weight of exhaustion to settle in my bones. I appreciate having the capability to work and that not everyone is as fortunate, especially when you only have a foreign bank account, but this place is as draining to my energy as the hours I spent walking the halls of the surgical ward, waiting to hear if my mother’s operation had been a success.
Alessandro is a misogynist pig. It takes everything I have not to slap him each shift, but I have to do this. If Valeria is right and Giovanni is only with me because he’s desperate for an heir, I need something to fall back on when my world once again implodes.