Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 88182 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88182 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Prime lets me down. I drop to my knees and suck his dick clean, head buzzing, but he pulls me back to the couch and pins me down, ass in the air, cock filling me from behind. He fucks me like that, one arm held behind my back. “I love you like this, baby, your pussy filled to the brim. You can barely think. I can barely breathe. I want to break inside your lovely cunt so badly it drives me wild.”
“Don’t stop yet,” I plead, riding on the edge. “God, keep going, I’m so close.”
He slams into me and pulls my hair. He forces my face back and kisses me over my shoulder, one hand cupping my breasts as he rips into me over and over. “Delicious,” he moans. “God you’re so good.”
“Prime, fuck yes, please, more.”
He gives me every inch, moaning my name, as lost as I am, and we fuck and writhe like that, the world gone except for him, and when he whispers in my ear that he loves me, I finally break.
The orgasm shatters me. I come so hard darkness tunnels my vision. I moan and squeal as he thrusts, slamming against my ass, and roars as he comes too. I feel him spill hot and warm on my back, as far up as my shoulders. He covers me, pumping his cock desperately, and falls back with a gasp for air.
I stay on my belly, stretching like a satisfied cat.
“God damn look at you,” he says, patting my ass lovingly. “So damn pretty.”
“Yeah? I bet you love it. Can you get me a towel, please?”
“I think I’ll leave you like that.”
“Prime!”
“You’re so lovely covered in my cum.”
“Towel!”
He smacks my ass harder. “What’s the magic word?”
“Right now.”
“Good enough.” He returns with a wet rag and gently cleans me. When he’s done, we dress, and I end up with my feet in his lap. He rubs them absently, smiling and finishing his coffee as my eyes get heavy.
“You just about fucked me to sleep, you know that?”
“Go ahead and get some rest if you need it.”
“Not yet. I need to hear about where you’ve been.”
“Ah, yeah, that.”
“Prime—“
“No, I’ll tell you. Remember my friend Shawn? And what happened to him? Well, I told you about that guy Alfonso, the one who showed me the ropes early on…”
He talks about his visit. It’s clear it hurts, seeing Alfonso again and reliving the old days. I listen and don’t interrupt until he finishes. “After I left, I went for a drive. Do you know how drugs move out of the city?”
My eyebrows arch. “I’d be pretty bad if I did.”
“They go by truck mostly. Easiest way of getting across the country. But they need to be properly packed and hidden, which is where my people come in. Sometimes though, there are delays. The trucks break down. They get caught at a weigh station, something like that. A cop pulls them over.”
“Okay… I mean, I love talking logistics, but where are you going with this?”
“Fontana’s bleeding. The whole outfit’s falling apart. My payments are the only thing propping them up.”
“And if those payments don’t come…”
“More pressure.” He shrugs and leans his head back. “I’m not saying it’ll fix everything, but it’s another step in the process.”
I sit up and curl against him, kissing his neck. “You know what you need to do, right?”
“I’m coming up with some ideas.”
“Prime.” I touch his cheek and make him look at me. “You can’t do this alone.”
“I don’t have another choice.”
“You have to tell Stellan.”
He goes still. His legs tense. He shakes his head. “I can’t do that.”
“Prime—“
“I betrayed him. Stellan told me not to make any deals without him, at least none that include the Famiglia. And you know who runs the trucking depots?”
My stomach twists. God, the lengths he’s going to protect me. “You have to tell him. Stellan’s your friend, right? It’s the only way we get out of this.”
“No.”
“You said yourself, the delays are pressure, but not enough. Stellan can tip things.”
“No, Deanna.”
“You have to. It’s the only choice.”
He curses and pulls away. I reach for him, but he slips from my fingers. I watch him pace across the living room, beautiful, a pissed-off caged tiger in the flesh. “I’ve given everything to the Corsetti. The Famiglia is my life, at least it was, until I married you.”
“They’ll understand.”
“You don’t know gangsters.”
“But I know you, and Stellan does too. Tell him the truth. Swear you’ll make amends and really do it. But if we want to find a way to tip the scales against Fontana, we’re going to need Stellan. You can’t do everything alone.”
“It’s always been that way. I’m nothing but trouble. Look at what I’ve done to you.”
“Stop it.” I get up and go to him. He doesn’t resist when I touch his chest and get on my toes to kiss his neck. “Talk to Stellan. You’re a good man, Prime, you have to stop thinking you’re toxic.”