Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 76222 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 381(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76222 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 381(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
Because the truth was, when my plan finally came to fruition, I would be the only one at the top.
“Ήρθε η ώρα να δουμε τον κόσμο να κάιγεται γύρω μας.” It’s time to watch the world burn down around us.
I grinned and replied back in Greek, “Και μετά θα το ξαναχτίσουμε όπως ακριβώς γαμημένα θέλουμε.” And then we’ll rebuild it exactly how we fucking want.
33
TATIANA
It had been two weeks since everything had gone down in the locker room at Butcher and Son, and to say I was surprised things had been normal… was an understatement.
I didn’t know what Gio and my brothers talked about after the blowout, but they hadn’t killed each other, so whatever understanding they’d come to had definitely made my life easier.
I didn’t have to worry about sneaking around behind their backs. I didn't have to lie to them anymore. They might not accept—probably never would, if I were being honest—me being with Gio, but the fact of the matter was, they didn’t have a choice.
Because I was with him—in love with Gio—and nothing and no one would change that.
I glanced over at the man in question, who sat right beside me in his private plane.
The hum of the jet engines was a soothing rumble that filled my ears. I shifted on the buttery-soft leather seat, inhaling deeply and catching the dark, spicy undertones of Gio’s cologne.
He glanced at me, his bright blue eyes a stark contrast to his tan skin and black hair. “So beautiful,” he murmured under his breath and cupped my jaw, his thumb brushing along my bottom lip a second before he dipped in and kissed me.
Long and slow. So thoroughly that I felt my toes curl and my heart race.
But he pulled back far too soon, and I leaned forward, wanting more. He chuckled, low and deep.
“Your neediness is maddening, sweetheart,” he said, and I almost felt hurt until he continued, “I love it too much. But I hope you always crave me this way.”
I loved how his voice became gruff, like he was trying to control himself.
“I do.”
He hummed, and I realized I’d spoken out loud.
He leaned forward, his lips by my ear. “I want nothing more than to fuck you right here, right now.”
I licked my lips and softly moaned at the image that conjured up.
“But I have to have some kind of self-control, baby, especially where you’re concerned.”
“No, you don’t, Gio. I don’t want you to have any self-control where we’re concerned.”
“Dio, ragazza. Le cose che mi fai. Il modo in cui mi fai sentire mi fa impazzire.” God, girl. The things you do to me. The way you make me feel drives me crazy.
His cell vibrated, and he kissed me sweetly before answering it.
I focused out the window at the vastness of the sky stretching out around us. A crystal glass of water was set in front of me, and I glanced about at the opulence of the private jet. But I couldn't seem to keep my eyes off Gio, my gaze always returning to him no matter how hard I tried to take in anything else, as he spoke softly and deeply to someone in Russian.
Gio was always composed, always in control. And even though his tone was easy and steady, there was a tension that always surrounded him that told me how dangerous and powerful he was. It made my heart race.
I tried staring out the window again, but only after a moment of peering at the beauty of the open world around us, I felt him watching me. My eyes went right back to Gio, and I almost gasped at the possessiveness I saw directed right at me. As if he knew damn well I couldn’t stop admiring him.
Staring into his eyes was like falling into an abyss where only the two of us existed.
He hung up without another word, cutting off the other person I could hear still speaking, as he pulled the cell away from his ear then put it down next to him. He cupped the back of my neck and pulled me toward him until our lips met in a soft kiss that soon heated into a frenzy.
And the longer we kissed, the more intense it became. There was no gentleness in the way he claimed me, and I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.
“I want more,” I said against his lips, and he groaned in response.
I arched against him, craving more, needing more of Gio. His touch was addicting, and I knew I’d never get enough. This was where I belonged, and I wanted to stay right here, in this moment, forever.
When he finally pulled back, his breaths were hot and heavy. I saw and sensed erotic darkness pouring off of him.
“I’m going to make you see how much I want you… how much you mean to me, Tatiana.” Gio said the words, low and filled with so much possession I almost told him there was no need to.