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)
“I wish I could replace my thumb with your tongue.”
Matteo rocks his big dick in and out of his fisted hand three times before he replies, “If only I could, but you’ve been drinking.” He aligns his lusty eyes with mine. “People do stupid shit when they’re drunk.”
“Is that why you bartered for me? Because you’d been drinking?”
Should I even care? The reasoning behind his motives that day won’t change anything.
It’ll only remind me of my own.
“Don’t answer that. I don’t care. I just want to come.”
A jolt darts through me when Matteo growls out, “Then stop treating your clit like it’s fragile and give it the attention it deserves.”
All of me shakes, even my legs, when I pinch my clit. I sink into the mattress as fireworks burst before my eyes. This feels amazing. Much better than any self-stimulation routine I’ve undertaken previously.
The crueler I treat my clit, the wetter I become.
I imagine it isn’t my hands on me. It’s Matteo’s mouth, teeth, and tongue.
“I’m close,” I warn, the tingles too rampant to ignore.
“Watch me, Azra. Give me your fucking eyes.” Matteo’s trousers brush my knee as he moves closer. “Let me see you unravel.”
The slow build of the wave in my stomach intensifies when our eyes lock and hold. He screams my praises without a word leaving his mouth, and I can’t hold back for a second longer. A surge of euphoria floods me as I plunge my finger in and out of myself.
As a climax overwhelms me, I press my lips together to keep myself from waking his family. Every muscle in my body pulls taut as I thrash against the mattress, stars exploding.
I can’t catch my breath… or keep my eyelids open a second longer.
I’m barely coherent as I drift among clouds of orgasmic bliss and pure exhaustion, but I swear Matteo says, “Because I wanted to save you… even knowing you’d most likely need saving from me over all others.”
Chapter 19
Azra
Matteo’s words float me back to reality awfully fast. Don’t mistake me. I’m still airy and tipsy, but you’d have to have a heart of stone not to react to a confession like that.
“What do you mean I’d need to be saved from you more than anyone else?”
He freezes, his cock still fisted.
His expression is unreadable, but something dark flickers behind his eyes.
“You’re a good person, Ruso. You might have a monstrous dick, but that’s the only monstrous thing about you.”
He arches a brow. “Ruso?”
I twist my lips as if I’m not fighting the urge to run my tongue over the slit in his cut penis to gather up the droplet of pre-cum beading there. “Everyone needs a nickname. You’re not a Matt.” He gags with me. “And Teo is what your brothers call you when you’re not pissing them off.” Can you come solely from a laugh? Because I’m on edge just after the quickest chuckle. “I wanted something different. Something just for me.”
The wave in the lower half of my stomach slowly reforms when his cock twitches as I align our eyes. He’s no longer stroking himself, but that doesn’t detract from the size of his manhood. It hangs heavily between his legs, making my mouth water as well as my pussy.
“Ruso seemed fitting. Do you like it?”
“It could grow on me,” he eventually murmurs.
With his quest for release forgotten, he wordlessly asks me to scoot.
Pouting, I say, “I take back what I said. You truly are a monster. Only a cruel ghoul would expect a girl to sleep with that digging in her ass all night.” I thrust my hand at his crotch.
Matteo laughs with a hearty chuckle that cuts through my tiredness like a blade. “About time you learn what everyone else in this town already knows.”
A gasp escapes me when he flips me over before he molds his body to mine. Now I’m certain I’ll skip heaven and go straight to hell. He’s not hard, but he doesn’t need to be for me to feel every impressive inch he has to offer.
“Azra…” he grinds out through clenched teeth when I rub against him, instantly hardening him. “I’m not a good man, and you’re testing every inch of my patience.”
“That isn’t what I want to test.”
His growl rumbles through my body, settling between my legs. “You won’t be saying that when you realize I’m not whatever the fuck it is you think you see in me.”
His voice is low and dangerous, but I’m too intoxicated to heed its warnings.
“Parts of your life remind me of the worst sides of mine. The violence. The power. People show fear when they speak your name.”
His jaw tightens, but he remains quiet, leaving the floor to me.
“But there are other parts too,” I continue. “Parts that remind me of my brothers and how they protect the women and children trapped in the underworld. How they make it safer for people who have no one else to look after them.”