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)
Remorse is her first reaction when a juicy droplet of blood rolls down my neck.
Mine is much more deprived.
A loud knock wobbles her door. “Azra!” The caller’s nasally tone is hiked with jealousy, but I still know who’s knocking.
Even dweebs have memorable voices.
Antonio pounds at her door again. “Open the door… now!”
As fast as Azra’s expression shifts from remorse to panic, her entire demeanor changes. The little firecracker holding me hostage to the wall vanishes as her hellion mask softens into an angelic one.
“One moment,” she calls out, her voice almost childlike. Her teeth graze her fuckable lips as her eyes trace the crimson line spilling down my throat. “I spilled something.”
Antonio’s fury doesn’t evaporate. He knows there’s only one thing men like me spill within minutes of entering the room on the heels of a beautiful woman. It isn’t blood. Well, not my blood.
“Now, Azra!”
At Azra’s fearful reaction to the scald in his tone, I vow to torture him slowly. She looked seconds from burning the world to get her way before he showed up. Now she’s barely a shell of the woman who held me captive with more than a weapon.
When Antonio slams his boot against the door’s lock, the zipper in my pants bites into my cock. Azra doesn’t remove the bloodstain from my neck as a sweet, innocent woman would. She doesn’t wipe at it with her hand or use a tissue.
She demolishes it with her tongue.
Fuck me, it would only be hotter if she were licking her virginal blood off my cock.
“What’s going on?” Antonio asks, his pupils as wide as mine as he bursts into the room.
“Nothing,” Azra replies, slowly backing away, leaving me and my ten-inch dick to its own mercy.
There’s no hiding a dick as big as mine, so I’m not surprised by Antonio’s next line of questioning. “Did he touch you?” He strays his eyes to me, acting like I won’t kill a man for speaking to me with the wrong tone. “Did you fucking touch her? She’s my fiancée.” He bangs his chest all macho-like during his last three words, doubling my wish to cave his face in with my fists.
After dumping the letter opener onto her bed and adding to the throbs of my cock with a stern yet silent warning for me to follow her command, Azra beelines for Antonio.
“He isn’t interested in me like that.” She cups his face, then dances her eyes between his. It’s not hard considering he suffers from short-man syndrome as much as he does short-dick syndrome. “He was acting on behalf of his niece. He thought I didn’t want to be here, so he was saving me from what he thought was a forced arrangement.” Her butter-wouldn’t-melt-in-my-mouth voice takes care of my erection. It’s nowhere near as enticing as the salacious imp depriving my thoughts of morals only seconds ago. “I just finished telling him how much I can’t wait to be your wife, and that there’s no other man in the world for me but you.”
Her cutesy expression immediately dispels when she cranks her neck back to face me. She glares, and once again, my dick wrangles with my zipper.
“My words were very convincing. I think I got through to him. He just wants to make sure you’re okay with his plans first.”
My arched brow assures her in no uncertain terms that she’ll pay restitution for her lie with more than words, but before I can work out if the shiver that arrives with her nod of confirmation is in excitement or fear, Antonio rejoins the conversation.
“You don’t want her?” He inches back from Azra, his expression far from nice.
He’s lucky Nico stole my gun when he drags his eyes down Azra’s frozen form.
“Like, I get it… but also…” A wolf whistle finalizes his reply.
How fast his jealousy simmers genuinely confuses Azra.
I’m a little more clued in, though I will forget that the moment we’re alone.
That dumb fuck just showed his hand, and I will expose his stupidity for all it’s worth.
After a gawk long enough to guarantee he’ll piss blood for a week the instant I return from taking Azra to the closet airport, he locks his eyes with Azra’s and asks, “Are you packed?”
Too shocked to speak, Azra glances at a suitcase at the foot of the bed, then back at Antonio before nodding.
“Good.” He nudges his head to the buckled door. “Then I guess you’re free to go.”
With his “she’s my fiancée” rant still ringing through her head, Azra tries to make sense of the situation. “But… I thought—”
Antonio doesn’t give her the time of day. “Papa directed one of the SUVs to the back entrance. It’ll allow your departure to be discreet. Discretion might find you a new sucker sooner rather than later.”
I picture his intestines hanging out of his navel. Hating how fast he’s knocking down her confidence, and more than eager to begin retribution, I gather Azra’s suitcase, then step into the hallway, tugging Azra behind me.