Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 70928 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 236(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70928 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 236(@300wpm)
Another groan rumbles from him. “Fuck, you have no idea how badly I needed you.”
As I come down from my high, Christiano’s hand rubs up and down my front, giving me the impression he doesn’t plan on stopping.
Ducking his head, his lips close around my breast again, and when he sucks, there’s a zap of electricity all the way to my clit. I clench involuntarily around his cock, and it makes a grin tug at his lips as his teeth work my nipple into a stiff peak.
He frees my breast before licking his way up to my mouth. “All. Fucking. Mine.” His eyes flick to mine, and when I see the possessiveness in his gaze, I know with absolute certainty there won’t be any stopping him.
While he was working the past few months, I’ve been obsessively thinking about what he said. I already knew there would be no changing his mind, but as I stare up at him, it really sinks in that I can’t fight Christiano.
Just like I couldn’t stop us from having sex, I won’t be able to stop him from marrying me because I have zero control where this man is concerned.
Panic shoots through me, and I push as hard as I can against his chest, while snapping, “Get off me!”
He pulls out of me, his expression instantly turning dark and thunderous as he rolls onto his back.
I scoot off the bed and run to the bathroom. I make sure to lock the door behind me, and while Christiano’s release trickles down the inside of my thighs, I open the cabinet and grab a Xanax. Shoving it into my mouth, I swallow hard to get the medication down.
God.
All the thoughts and emotions that were silenced by the passion return like a tsunami, and I quickly cover my mouth with both my hands to smother the sounds of my panicked gasps.
No! How could I get so lost in him?
It takes a few seconds before the medication kicks in, and when the worst of the panic is smothered, I think to clean myself.
Jesus, Christiano has probably been with half the women in New York, and I just let him fuck me bare.
Thankfully, I’m on the pill to regulate my menstrual cycle, but that won’t save me from an STD.
The thought of Chrisitiano being with other women fills my chest with unreasonable jealousy, and once I’m done cleaning his release off me, I grab a towel and wrap it around my body.
I hold my hand in front of me and wait for the trembling to stop before I unlock the door and yank it open. Walking back into the bedroom, I switch on the light. My eyes fall on Christiano’s bare chest, and now that I’m able to see his tattoos clearly, I’m struck speechless.
Across his heart is my name, and right beneath it are the words, ‘Pi sempti mia.’
My Sicilian is very rusty, but I think I know what it means.
“Forever mine,” Christiano whispers, his tone intimate and possessive.
Then I notice two cuts. One across his forearm and the other over his ribs. They look fresh.
Thank God I just took a Xanax because as I look at the wounds, I spiral a little, thinking how easily he could’ve been killed.
I rip my eyes away from Christiano, and walking to the closet, I grab my silk robe. I put it on before letting the towel fall to the floor, and with my back turned to the bed, I ask, “Are you clean or should I visit a doctor to check for STDs?”
The bed creaks, and a second later, I’m grabbed by the arm and swung around.
As I gasp, Christiano leans down and growls, “You think I’ve cheated on you?”
My mind scrambles, and I blurt out the first thing I can think of. “It’s not cheating if we’re not together.”
His expression becomes grimmer, and anger makes a dangerous light shine in his eyes. “I never gave up on us, Sienna. Not for a single fucking second.” He leans in even closer. “Unlike you, I keep my promises. I haven’t been with any fucking women, and I never will be with anyone but you.” He inhales a harsh breath. “So no, you don’t have to check for STDs.”
Realizing he’s gravely offended, I quickly give him an apologetic look. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”
“Didn’t know what?” He pulls away fast, as if touching me burns him. Snatching his shirt from the floor, he yanks it on while his voice cuts sharply through the air. “Didn’t know I love you, or that what we have means so little that you think I’d cheat on you the moment things get hard?”
He sits down on the bed, his breathing harsh as his temper spirals out of control. When he reaches for his boots, I dart forward and shove them away.