Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 88326 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 442(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88326 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 442(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
“This is important to me.”
“I know, baby,” he said gently. “But you need to put your need for vengeance aside for the success of the operation.”
“I’m going.”
He sighed again before he looked at me. A long silence ensued as he stared at me, his eyes possessing a haze, as if his thoughts were elsewhere. “How about this? Cosa Nostra and I go first. Take out the guards and security outside and secure the perimeter. And then you come in, and we hunt down Warren together. That’s the best compromise you’ll get from me.”
I didn’t care about the small fish that Wolfe and the others would handle. All I wanted were the two men who had killed my father. “I’ll take it.”
A slow smile crept on to his lips as he looked at me. There was a lightness in his eyes too, affection mixed with respect and love. “Fuck, you’re so hot when you want to kill everyone.”
Cosa Nostra prepared to depart Palermo for Caltanissetta. Wolfe took me back to the house so I could pack a couple things because we weren’t sure how long we would be stationed there. I grabbed a bag and threw in some clothes, my toiletries, and my makeup. I collected everything I needed from the bathroom and then returned to the bedroom, seeing Wolfe sitting on the edge of the bed in nothing but his boxers.
I stilled at the sight of him. He somehow looked lethal and terrifying…and utterly delicious at the same time. He lacked a knife or a gun, but his strong build and distinct ink all over his skin would make any grown man fear him.
But what scared men only turned me on.
He stared at me with unblinking eyes, telegraphing the same intensity he had shown me across the table with my father and brother sitting right next to us. Possessive and aggressive, he somehow touched me across the room.
Then he gave a subtle nod. “Get your ass over here.” It wasn’t remotely playful. It was an order from a lieutenant.
I set the bag on one of the armchairs near the window and walked over, seeing his head slowly tilt to continue to meet my gaze. When I got closer, my hand went to his shoulder and felt the searing heat at the contact. And then I crawled into his lap and straddled his hips.
He grabbed my shirt and tugged it over my head before his fingers quickly unsnapped my bra. He hooked his arm around my lower back and kissed the valley between my tits. Then he sucked one nipple into his mouth before he moved to the other. His kisses were aggressive and forceful, tasting me and sucking me and even biting me. His mouth moved up my neck, and his hand dug into my hair and gave a gentle tug on the back of my head. “My tough fucking bitch.” He smacked my ass with his palm before he squeezed the cheek. “So fucking hot.” He rose to his feet and carried me with him effortlessly. Then he threw me on the bed, making me land on my stomach. He was on me right away, slipping off my shoes before tugging down my jeans and panties. He grabbed a pillow and shoved it under my stomach before he dropped his boxers and moved on top of me.
His big dick pressed between my cheeks as he breathed next to my ear. Then he guided himself inside me and shoved himself hard, entering me without the gentleness he usually extended.
He felt fuller at this angle, so big I thought for a moment it might split me in two. But I wouldn’t mind the pain one bit.
He balled his hands into fists on either side of me as he held himself up and pounded into me viciously, fucking me like a whore rather than the woman he loved. Gave me all his length like he didn’t care if it hurt me.
It was worth it. Every inch was worth it.
“Tough.” He said each word between his thrusts. “Fucking.” He made the headboard tap against the wall with his quick movements. “Bitch.”
I’d assumed it was going to be a quick fuck before we headed out to join Cosa Nostra, but he fucked me twice, back-to-back, like he didn’t need a moment to get the wind back in his sails. Now he was squeezed between my thighs with his arms pinned behind my knees, fucking me as savagely as if it was his first opportunity to have me.
My nails dug into his arms as I held on tight, feeling my body dip into the bed over and over as he rammed his massive length inside me. Like it was a personal challenge he’d accepted, he tried to make me come as many times as he could just to see me cry. And every time I released, the surge of tears got heavier. My cheeks felt so red, it was as if blisters had formed on the skin. “Cristo…”