Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27696 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27696 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
But then a shadow crosses over me, and before I even open my eyes, I already know who’s there. Sure enough, Roman’s looming above me, huge and dominant with a dark look in his eyes.
“You’re a naughty girl,” he rasps. “Fucking yourself with a rose in the middle of the day.”
I giggle and smile up at him. “Why, does it turn you on, Daddy?”
The mafia man loves when I call him “Daddy,” and those blue eyes glint dangerously. But he doesn’t even answer. Within seconds, the man is unzipped and that huge, hard cock is out, already dripping from the tip. I moan languorously as he fists it a few times, but Roman’s not wasting time today. He’s on his knees before me in a flash, and then he thrusts all the way in without warning, plunging deep into my small hole.
“Ohhhhh!” is my shrill scream of surprise. But it feels so good too, and soon, we’re going at it like animals in the dirt. In fact, I feel his balls rise, tightening as they get ready to spurt, and the root of his cock literally begins to pulse, he’s so close.
But then, a loud bang makes my ears ring and I blink, startled.
“What was that?” I whisper. My lover sails over the edge then, letting out a powerful growl in my ear as he fucks hard into my pussy, pumping me full of that viscous virility. But at the same time, my man’s also in motion. Even while coming furiously, he rolls us onto our sides until we’re shielded by a bench beneath one of the few trees in the yard.
Then, another series of pops sound and I look at him with surprised eyes.
“What is that?” I repeat.
My man doesn’t even reply. Instead, he pulls out, cock still dripping and twitching, and snatches something from beneath the bench. Wait, what is that? Belatedly, I realize a gun was taped to the bottom of the heavy slab, and to my surprise, my lover appears to know how to wield it. He scans the sky while brandishing the firearm, and sure enough, another loud pop sounds. By now, I’ve realized that those popping sounds are actually gunfire, and a muffled scream bursts from my throat. Roman ignores me, still scanning the sky before taking aim and firing off one shot.
I look up just in time to see a dark-clad figure tumble from the roof of a neighboring building before landing with a muffled thud a mere thirty feet away. If the gunshot didn’t kill him, the drop certainly will.
“Roman, what’s happening?” I cry, tears spilling from my eyes. “Why was that man shooting at us?”
But my lover doesn’t answer. Instead, he turns to me, his expression grim.
“Listen closely to everything I say, Taylor. Everything’s going to be fine, but we need to leave now, so go upstairs and pack a few things. Then, meet me down here.”
I stare at him.
“But where are we going? A safe house? Canada? Mexico?”
He shakes his head, expression grim.
“I don’t know yet, but I promise I will take care of you no matter what. But we need to go now, do you understand?”
I nod numbly, before getting to my feet. I’m still nude and Roman’s seed is dripping wetly down my thigh, but the urgent expression on his face makes me spark to life. With fear rippling through my body, I turn tail and run to my suite before grabbing a duffel bag from the closet and stuffing clothes inside. I don’t know what just happened, but I know I have to trust the mafia man. Otherwise, how will our love survive?
11
Roman
It’s been a week since Taylor and I landed in Moldova. The whole thing was rushed and scary, but my girl was enviably calm during the trip. She didn’t ask questions, merely clutching my hand during the plane ride, although her fingers were deathly cold the entire time. But now, we’re ensconced in a villa in the Moldovan countryside, and as far as I know, no one’s been able to track us.
It's funny. I bought this estate more than two decades ago, thinking to make it the head of my European operations. But plans change, and now the expansive villa is serving as a hideout as I reassess and reposition the Genovese family. After all, the assassination attempt, while surprising, wasn’t a complete shock. I’m the head of a crime family, and even if we’re attempting to go legit at the moment, that doesn’t mean that our enemies just disappear. So yes, the transition will take time, and meanwhile, Taylor and I are staying here.
I sit at a white lattice table in the garden. It’s beautiful in Moldova this time of the year, with butterflies fluttering about the shrubbery and the sun casting warm rays on my back and shoulders. I don’t spend much time in this house, which is unfortunate because it’s so lovely.