Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 31205 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 156(@200wpm)___ 125(@250wpm)___ 104(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31205 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 156(@200wpm)___ 125(@250wpm)___ 104(@300wpm)
“No, Vanessa, I simply don’t lose, and I make people pay for their disrespect.”
She couldn’t resist reaching out and placing her hand directly over his heart. “Why haven’t you killed my father yet?”
“Because sometimes you need to know who all the players are before you make the first move. I needed to know if your father was working alone, or if he had someone with him.”
She hadn’t even thought of that. “What did you find out?”
“Your father was working alone. I don’t even know if your mother or brothers are part of his schemes.”
“Why does it matter if they are or not?” she asked.
“So I know exactly who to kill, and how painful to make it.”
“Why does it matter to you what they did to me? If they all worked together to try and get money, why does it matter?”
The hand at her hip slid up, and it was like a path of pleasurable fire worked its way up her body, making her so hungry for him as he cupped her cheek.
“Because you were not part of it, and for what they did to you, and what my father was willing to let happen, all in the name of money. I find that unacceptable, and I am going to do what it takes to make him pay.”
Vanessa couldn’t help it. She just had to kiss him. No one in her life had ever given a shit about her long enough to care, other than Maureen. It was strange, because this coldhearted, ruthless man did seem to care. She didn’t want to ask him, because she couldn’t take the answer, especially if it was entertained, and he was going to call her a fool.
Lifting up, she pushed against him, moving over him.
Vanessa didn’t have a clue what she was doing, but she’d seen enough movies to know how to start sex. She didn’t even care that she was a little tender. All she wanted was to be as close to him as possible.
Diago didn’t fight her as she moved to straddle his waist. At first, she kept kissing him, but hovered over, right at his crotch. She felt an answering need pulse through her, to feel every inch of him against her, so she finally gave in and pressed her naked pussy against him.
She couldn’t hold back the moan that escaped her lips. It felt so good to feel his cock against her. His hands, just as she knew they would, felt so good, and she didn’t want him to stop touching her.
Vanessa had no idea why she suddenly felt this bold, but she was going on pure instinct, on what her body wanted, and feeling him surround her is what she craved.
Reaching out for his hand, he didn’t fight her, and she placed his palm directly over her breast, then took his other hand. Diago knew exactly what she wanted, as he stroked and teased her, cupping the weight of her tits in his palm, and then pushing them together, dancing his thumb across each nipple.
His name spilled from her lips, and she couldn’t keep quiet anymore. It felt so good, and the way he stroked her nipples sent an answering quake straight to her core. He’d already brought her to orgasm, but she felt the need to have another, and she didn’t stop wriggling on top of his cock, feeling him start to thicken. Another moan left her lips, and she closed her eyes.
“If you’re going to wriggle, then do it properly.”
She opened her eyes just as he pulled his hands away from her breasts. She missed his touch, but she didn’t have to wait long, as he moved her into position, lined his cock to her entrance, and Vanessa didn’t hesitate. She knew what she wanted to feel.
Even though Diago was meant to be some kind of monster, she couldn’t help but feel completely safe when she was with him. He wasn’t like any other man she’d ever known. He was … amazing.
Inch by inch, he started to fill her, and she had no choice but to reach out and hold onto his shoulders, for fear of losing him. He was her man. She knew she couldn’t say these things aloud, in case he laughed at her, but this is how she felt. She wanted to belong to Diago, and after what he’d said, she knew she did.
Her loyalty was now to her husband, and if he wanted to kill her father, then he had her complete support.
****
The following morning, Diago had intended to give his wife a break, to allow her body the chance to rest and heal, but Vanessa seemed to have other ideas. He’d gone for a shower, intent on making her breakfast, and at least attempting to try loving this woman. Diago had never tried with anyone, never needed to.