Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 65682 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 328(@200wpm)___ 263(@250wpm)___ 219(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65682 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 328(@200wpm)___ 263(@250wpm)___ 219(@300wpm)
His cock is driving in and out of me, hard and fast. Just what I want right now. I grip the sink and arch my back, grunting each time he slams into me. “Jake, yes! More.”
“Every. Fucking. Inch.” He growls, smacking my ass with every thrust.
My last orgasm was mere minutes ago, and already I’m squeezing and clenching around his cock. My next orgasm is barreling down on me quickly, and I push myself back, meeting Jake thrust for thrust. “Yes!”
He tightens his grip on my hips and fucks me hard and deep. His hips move so fast that my orgasm goes from a slow crawl to a sprint up my limbs and my spine. Jake growls as my pussy squeezes him in a vise grip.
“Oh, Jake! Yes!” He keeps pounding through my orgasm, which only prolongs it, and now I’m a sweaty mass of arms and legs and sexual satisfaction. “Shit.”
Seconds later, Jake freezes, and his cock pumps thick and swollen as he fills me up. “Ah, fuck,” he growls and gives my hips a hard squeeze, holding me still as he pumps inside me. “Fuck.”
He laughs and presses hot, sweet kisses from the back of my neck and down my spine. “You’re a wild woman, Valentina.”
I laugh as a shiver rips through my body at his kisses. “There are many more places to sneak off to here in America.” I turn to face him and suck in a breath because he’s just so handsome. “Here, for example.”
“Good choice,” he tells me and takes my mouth again, kissing me until my knees wobble. “Can’t wait to see where I get to fuck you next.”
“Same.” We both clean up and walk out of the bathroom and then to the bar together.
“When can I see you again?” My voice trembles with urgency, my lip caught between my teeth. I can't help the desperation; every fiber of my being yearns for more of him—his touch, his scent, his intoxicating presence. He pivots, his eyes locking onto mine. A smile plays on his lips that melt my insides. When we finally reach my rental car, he opens the door for me, his hand deliberately lingering on my waist. “That depends.”
I sigh and slide behind the wheel, the cool leather a stark contrast it the fire raging inside me. “Depends on what?”
He leans in and kisses me in a slow feverish kiss that leaves me weak. I’m glad I’m sitting because my legs turn to mush. “It depends on when you call me again.”
“You could call me, you know.”
He flashes a crooked grin and steps back, his eyes dancing with mischief. “You know, I just might do that. See you soon, Valentina.”
The sound of his rich, velvety voice sends a thrill through me. As he saunters off to his bike, every movement exudes confidence and power. He swings his leg over the seat, his muscles rippling under his leather jacket. A testament to the raw strength he possesses.
I watch as he starts the engine, the roar of the bike echoing the wild beat of my heart. In moments like these, I understand why I can never get enough of Jake.
As the sound of his bike fades into the distance, I’m left with a fierce longing, a hunger that only he can satisfy.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Dix
“Where the hell were you last night?” Ace’s question isn’t a surprise, ad even though he’s one of my closest friends and the Prez, it’s none of his goddamn business.
“I was busy. You need something?” I hate keeping things from my brothers, but they won’t understand. I know this because I barely understand the pull I feel toward Valentina. She’s the enemy, and I’m fucking her. That’s all they’ll see.
“No, just curious where you’ve been lately.” He eyes me carefully as if he knows something, but Ace doesn’t call me out. He will soon enough, but right now, we have more important shit to deal with.
“We’re meeting with Arturo today to hammer out the details of how we can help him succeed.” His sarcastic tone tells me this might be a short-lived partnership if the usually even-keeled Ace can’t hide his contempt for Los Tres Colombianos. Which makes what I did last night worse.
Way worse.
I fake a smile at the uncharacteristic snark. “Arturo is a drug trafficker. All he’s concerned about is moving his product quickly and getting paid.”
“Yeah,” Ace nods. “But Benedicto is his second in command, and he doesn’t like the deal, no matter how badly they need it.”
He’s not wrong. Moving forward, the Rojas brothers could be trouble.
“Good thing for us that daddy is still running things, then.” As long as the eldest Rojas draws a breath, then this deal is safe. “Hopefully, the old fuck won’t kick the bucket until we’ve had our revenge.”
Ace’s mouth twists into a lopsided grin. “If not, then we simply kill the rest of them.”