Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 36839 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 184(@200wpm)___ 147(@250wpm)___ 123(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36839 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 184(@200wpm)___ 147(@250wpm)___ 123(@300wpm)
"I can't stand you."
"You wish that was true."
She pulls my hair again.
I grind my dick against her again, breathing her in. "Fuck, you smell good."
"You smell like trouble."
I chuckle against her skin, my hands digging into her luscious ass. "Baby, I'm your favorite kind of trouble and you know it."
"Whatever," she mumbles.
I tip her head back, kissing her once more. She goes pliant in my arms this time, her body softening. When I grind my dick against her again, she circles her hips, a soft moan pulled from deep in her chest.
"You want to come, bella? Right here, right now?"
"I…" Fear and excitement war in her eyes. She wants it, but she's scared.
I push like the asshole I am, dragging her out of her comfort zone. It's what she wants. She's just too fucking afraid to reach for it. Her heart and body are beginning to catch on, but her mind isn't done rebelling against the thought of us yet. Too bad.
I balance her on my thighs, holding her gaze captive as I quickly undo her pants. Her breathing picks up speed, her eyes darting toward the door and then back to me.
"Diego…"
"Don't scream and no one has to know, bella."
She bites her lip, the pulse in her throat fluttering wildly.
I slip my hand into her pants, my eyes locked on her face the whole time. As soon as I touch her, the fear disappears. She arches upward, moaning. Goddamn, she's beautiful.
"Don't scream," I remind her, circling her hard little clit with my finger.
She nods, catching her bottom lip between her teeth to keep herself quiet.
I don't drag it out. As much as I need her out of the FBI…I don't want it to be this way. I won't allow anyone to see her like this except for me. Her pleasure is for me alone. I own it. I control it. I'll work like a fucking dog to earn every drop of it.
I play with her, rubbing her clit in tight circles until she's mewling in my arms, unable to stay still. Her sounds grow louder, her eyes dazed and glossy. One day, I'm going to fuck her in front of a mirror so she sees herself like this.
"Diego, I…I…"
"Come," I growl. "Subito."
Her eyes lock with mine as she unravels, coming with a soft groan. My cock throbs, begging for attention as she squirms and shivers her way through it, trying like hell to keep quiet and not let anyone know what's happening in here.
Somehow, she manages it. We don't get caught.
"That can't happen again," she says a few minutes later, pressing her hands to her cheeks as she stares at me across the table.
"Don't make me prove you wrong right here and now, bella. I think we've tempted fate enough for one day." She may think she's strong enough to resist me, but deep down, she knows she isn't. It's the only reason she's trying to fucking hard to establish that boundary. She doesn't trust herself not to cross it.
I'm not playing by her rules, though. I'm making my own.
She drops her hands, her eyes narrowing. "Did you come all the way here just to piss me off?"
"No." I grin, lacing my fingers together behind my head. "That's just an added bonus."
"I can't stand you."
"Do you want me to prove just how much you can stand me, Athena?" I quirk a brow. "It's not my bosses on the other side of that door."
She growls in wordless frustration. "Why are you here, Diego?"
"You know why I'm here, bella. You ran out on me."
She actually squirms in her seat, her gaze sliding away from mine. "I wonder why?" she mutters under her breath.
"I know why. You like me and that scares the hell out of you."
"I don't like you."
"No? Your juices on my hand say different, goddess."
"We are not talking about this. I have questions for you."
"So do I. Why are you on this case?"
"Because it's my job."
"Why this case? Why you, specifically?" I press, leaning back in my chair, trying to get a read on her.
"Why not me?"
"They want you to fail, don't they?"
The faint tremble in her hand is all the answer I need.
"Cazzo!" I growl, my temper rising. "They gave it to you because they knew you would fail, just like every other agent has for the last year."
She lifts her head, meeting my gaze. "It doesn't matter what they want because I'm not every other agent, Diego. I'm not going to fail."
She says it with so much confidence my fucking cock turns to steel. Competing desires war for dominion. Part of me wants to scoop her up and kiss the shit out of her again. The other part wants to bend her over and spank the hell out of her.
Does she even know what's at stake here? Not my freedom, but her life? A delicate truce we've spent the last year forging between the five families? If we go down now, this entire city will fall to chaos, and no one will be able to do a damn thing to stop it. Rafe and his alliances are all that hold the other families in check. If he's removed from the board now, the other families will wage war to claim his throne.