Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 125243 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 626(@200wpm)___ 501(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125243 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 626(@200wpm)___ 501(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
As I scratch my cropped beard, I stop acting like a pussy and enter my room. The first thing I spot is Azra. The next is a large, shiny black limousine rolling through the main gates of the estate.
I groan when I realize it’s our ride to the gala.
Who the fuck hires a stretch limousine to attend a charity event?
It’s long enough to qualify for its own zip code, glossy enough to reflect every streetlight in the city, and dramatic enough that every pedestrian we pass will stop to stare.
Talk about not reading the room.
It screams “I’m rich as fuck” as loudly as it does “And you’re poor as dirt.”
My family thrives on theatrics. Making sure everyone in this town and the hundreds nearby know who we are has skyrocketed our reputation. Pompousness, like a stretch limousine, signals exactly who’s arriving and how grateful you should be to be graced with our presence.
Normally, I feed off the hype, but tonight, it grates on my last nerve.
That probably has more to do with the silence of the person who’s been hogging my room all afternoon, but it doesn’t change the facts.
Azra sits behind a vanity mirror, torso angled toward it, pretending she’s as fascinated by the impromptu makeup tutorial Lucia is giving her as Valentina and Camille are. Even while interacting with my family as if she’s a major part of it, she hasn’t uttered a word to me once in the past seven hours. Not a groan or a huff.
It’s driving me insane.
She looks surreal in one of the dresses I selected. It hugs her curves perfectly, but she didn’t stop there. She added a chiffon headpiece with gems woven through the hem like constellations. The gems create a rainbow halo around her hair, resembling diamonds.
She’s an angel summoned to earth to put in place the fool who dared to offend.
God, I fucking hope so.
I like her fiery. I feed off her sass. But she folds too easily.
I hate that more than I hate the possessive jerk who acted like a dick this afternoon. I want the version of her who bites back and challenges me. The one who won’t let me get away with murder, even if I committed it in her honor.
She didn’t display an ounce of that woman in that abandoned field twenty clicks out of town. She caved like releasing a torrent of my cum would douse the jealousy burning me alive.
For half a second, she was right.
Everything came undone when she climbed onto my bike, like sucking my dick was a chore.
The only thing that’s kept the tension high for the past seven hours is her silent treatment.
What I said about being a sick fuck who gets off on controversy was the truth. Azra’s glares every time our eyes accidentally collided have kept my dick hard all afternoon. Its throbs would only be more enjoyable if her lips were hovering above my crown while she bit back at my scorn with an edginess I’ve never experienced from a woman before.
Too worked up wondering how her plan will play out tonight, I cross the room and catch her reflection in the mirror.
“Your lipstick is a little too perfect.” I roll my tongue between my teeth before covering my niece’s ears with the pink headphones she’s rarely been without this past week. “Maybe we should mess it up?” The vein in Azra’s neck throbs, but it calms down after my next three words. “With my dick.”
Lucia’s disgust is silent, displayed with a screwed-up nose. Valentina’s been in the picture longer than Lucia, so she vocalizes her disdain with words. “Matteo—”
“It’s fine,” Azra cuts in. “I’m used to handling beasts.” Her head snaps toward me, eyes sharp. “Thanks for the offer, but I’m good.” She turns up the volume on Camille’s iPad, fully engrossing her in the footage of her dance recital last week, before murmuring, “The cook gave me a toothpick to remove the shredded coconut from my teeth, so your services aren’t required.”
Valentina chokes on her spit, and Lucia slaps her hand over her mouth.
I grin, loving that I forced her to respond.
Desperate for more, I say, “Didn’t hear any complaints when you were gagging on my cock.”
“Have you ever had a pubic hair stuck in your throat? It doesn’t matter how thin and short it is, your throat will spasm.”
After a narrowed glare too quick to give me any satisfaction, she turns back to face Lucia, ending the game before it truly started.
Fine. She wants distance? I can give her that. Especially if it’ll prevent me from whipping out my dick to prove her lies as fraudulent. It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve flashed one of my brothers’ bed companions, though it would likely be the first time they killed me for it.
After snatching a pair of slacks and a buttoned-up shirt from the walk-in closet, I leave the room faster than I entered it.