Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 55782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 279(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 186(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 279(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 186(@300wpm)
“Corfu. I own a villa here on the beach. Well actually, I own the whole beach. So, we will have plenty of privacy and security. No one comes on this island without my knowing.” Holy shit!!!! He owns a whole beach.
“Wow. I have never been to Greece.” I am about to thank him for bringing me when he slows down and in front of me is the biggest fucking villa I have ever seen. When people say villa, I think a tiny little hut or something. Maybe surrounded by some flowers to make it look appealing. This? This is a freaking mansion on a beach. The outside is cream and gold. The pillars are practically shining as the sun beams off it. The steps leading up it to are covered in some sort of marble, that looks like you’re walking on a cloud. I knew he was wealthy. But this makes my family look like mere paupers. “I thought you said this was a villa? This is not a villa Sax. This is…...paradise.” I say with exasperation because it’s true.
His arms wrap around me. “No baby. I haven’t taken you to paradise. Yet. Now, let’s go inside.”
Shit. I am going to need to throw these panties away. Walking into the VillaMansion, it is even more amazing than the outside. It's all creams and beiges. Furniture made out of linen and cotton. Carpet as plush as my ass, and shelves and shelves of books. It feels…. homey. Like it was meant for a family to live in and enjoy. Not like a showpiece. It makes me fall in love with it even more. But now I am curious. “Why Greece? I guessed you were Mexican or something. Not Greek.” I don’t know how I got so bold as to openly admit that I have been thinking about him so extensively, but oh well. It's out there now.
“My curious one. My father is half Spaniard and half Italian. My mother is Mexican, but she has Greek ancestry. So, I speak, Italian and Greek but mostly Spanish.”
“Wow! It must be amazing to have such exotic and deep roots. And to know about them.” I have often wondered what made my father the way he is. My grandfather died when I was very young, so I don’t remember him. And my mother, well she doesn’t talk about her life before she met my dad at all. It's like she came from the clouds and poof.
“Do you not know your ancestry pequeña?”
“No. Nothing.” I say barely above a whisper with my head down. Just answering that question from him makes me feel ...less than. It's so frustrating. I have always been this confident, self-assured person. I have never felt less than anyone. Something about Saxson though, makes me feel...inferior.
“Hey. You pick your head up. You have nothing to feel any type of way about. What you didn’t get from the family that made you, you will get ten times over from the family we make together. I will be your roots baby. Count on that. Now come. Take my hand and follow me. But only if you’re sure. Once you put your hand in mine willingly, you are essentially signing on the dotted line before the papers have been set before you. Do you understand what I am saying to you?” My heartbeat is increasing as my mind races. Going over the words he just spoke, assigning meaning to each and every one, trying to expel the hidden implications.
“Is this like some Anastasia and Christian type shit? Cause I have to tell you, as hot as Jamie Dornan is, I will castrate you if you hit me with a belt.” Don’t get me wrong, I was as intrigued by the movie as the next person, but the bitch was crazy for going back.
“Listen brat, I don't know who the hell these people are you are talking about, but I promise you, when I beat you with something it won’t be no belt and the end result will be you covered in my saltwater milk. Now come.” He says, holding his hand out. My mind just went from being in shock that he has never heard of 50 Shades of Grey to panting picturing the rest of his sentence. I place my hand in his because I am done making excuses. I want him. I need him. Hell. I love him. I think for me it was love at first sight. He invaded my mind, my senses, my desires. He became my everything, before he became my anything.
“Ok Saxson. Lead me.” I say. Knowing in my soul, I am not going to regret this.
10
Saxson
Leading her up the stairs, I can feel the blood pumping through my body. I feel like I did when I was 16 and I was fighting in the underground clubs. Adrenaline pulsing through my veins. Mind coursing with so much chaos and righteous noise. Ears ringing, body twitching and ready to go. This has been my endgame. Getting her under me and claiming her. Her fucking 18-year-old pussy won’t know what hit it when I am done bludgeoning it to death. In fucking shreds is where it is going to be.