Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 96129 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 320(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96129 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 320(@300wpm)
I didn’t know why that was such a turn-on, but the orgasm hit me like a wave. Not one of those tiny little waves that hit the beach every so often. A huge wave. One that took me under and took the strength from my arms. Somehow, Dom kept fucking me.
“Fuck.” His movements slowed. He took his hand away from my clit. I felt his dick pulse inside of me. “Fuck. Fuck. Goddamn, Roselyn.”
The sound of my name coming from his lips when he was groaning like that, made me come again.
18
DOMINIC
She was avoiding me. I bet she thought I was sleeping when she left my bed in the middle of the night and went back to the guest room. I let her think I was, not because I didn’t want to drag her back into my arms and pin her down and fuck her senseless until she couldn’t tell what was right from wrong, but because I knew not to push her. Some women you could smother into submission. Rosie wasn’t one of them. Instead of working out at home, I grabbed my things and headed to the gym. Rocco and Gio would be there at this time. Sometimes Lorenzo joined. Dean rarely did. He had a state-of-the-art gym at his huge mansion anyway; it wasn’t like he needed to leave the damn place for this. I checked in at the front and headed back to the weight section. Gio was spotting Rocco as he benched. I looked at the weights on either side of the bar.
“You added another plate to your set,” I commented. “Impressive.”
Gio snorted. “Be impressed when he doesn’t need me to spot him, because he can barely lift his arms five times.”
“Fuck you.” Rocco let the bar hit the rack and sat up on the bench as G laughed. From the look of his shirt, I could tell they’d been here a while.
“How was your ridiculously short trip?” I looked at Gio, who shrugged.
“It was nice until the hurricane decided it was heading straight toward us and we had to run home.”
I laughed. “I bet you’re upset it’s going to miss the island entirely.”
“I am. Isabel isn’t.” He rolled his eyes but smiled. “I guess one of us has to be nice, right?”
“Right.”
“You haven’t been here in a while,” Rocco said.
“I needed a change of scenery.” I walked over to the power rack and set up the bar for my squats.
“I told you not to face the treadmill at the wall. If you face it out, at least you’ll have a window to look out of.” Rocco picked up his jug of water and started guzzling.
“You look at the wall when you run?” Gio frowned. “Why?”
“Because not all of us have a treadmill that faces the entire city,” I said. “Besides, the treadmill has a built-in television. Rocco’s just being an asshole.”
Gio shook his head and moved on to the free weights. “Still nothing on Gabe?”
“Nothing.” I set the bar a little higher than it was and locked it, turning around as I stood beneath it. “Nothing is good, though. My dad doesn’t sound worried.”
“Huh.” Gio didn’t sound convinced by this.
I started my squat exercise. Radio silence meant that he wasn’t kidnapped for ransom. If he’d been kidnapped at all, someone would have already found out and told us about it. That was the thing about all of these wannabe gangsters. They liked to show off and boast about the things they did. It was how they ended up locked up. Or dead. Sometimes in that order. So no, I wasn’t worried about Gabe. I was a little pissed off at him, but I wasn’t worried.
“Have you been to The Nutcracker yet?” I looked at Gio, who was doing curls.
He was a donor at the ballet. At a few of them, actually. He’d say it was because of his sister Catalina. We all knew it was because he wanted to fuck all of the ballerinas. Well, used to, past tense. He’d been married almost a year now and I swore that even if the finest Playboy model walked in here naked, he probably wouldn’t care to look. He was ridiculous, but that was G. Once he committed to something, he was all in.
“Not yet.” He lowered the weights to the ground and picked up lighter ones. “Isabel wants to go with Cat, so I’ll probably sit this one out.”
“Look at you being all loyal and shit,” Rocco said with a laugh. “It used to be that you were there before, during, and after to check out the new dancers.”
“In another life.” Gio lowered the weights to take a break. I went back to my next set of squats. “I don’t give a shit who’s on stage or off.”
Rocco shook his head. “So whipped.”
“Guilty,” Gio said, curling his right arm again.