Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 77054 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77054 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
To one side lies domination.
To the other side lies ruin.
And I don’t like it one fucking bit. I’ll contact the Polish and get the damn weapons.
After briefing my men on how to handle the crisis and paying off the cops snooping around our territory in the wake of the Russians’ attack, I go home, but I’m still brimming with energy. I need a release.
So I change quickly into shorts and a plain T-shirt and go down to the gym. I want to lift weights until my muscles scream, then run until my lungs burn. It’s the only kind of distraction I can allow myself. It’s the only way to find any semblance of inner peace.
But when I reach the gym, my mood sours even further. I’m not going to find any peace. Not tonight, at least.
Because Harper’s busy with a workout.
I’ve stayed away from her since the night she came to my office and spread her legs on my desk. And what a fucking sight her pussy was. She was trying to tempt me into taking her. And Christ, I came so close to doing exactly that. To losing control.
So I’ve been denying myself even a glimpse of her perfect form in the hours and days since then. Right now, I need to focus on the business, and once all this shit has been taken care of, I’ll bury myself so deep inside Harper she’ll feel me for days afterward.
She hasn’t noticed me yet as I slip in quietly through the door. She’s working a punching bag in the corner. By the looks of the sweat drenching her thin shirt, she’s been here for a while already, yet the sharp smacks of her fists making contact with the bag still sound powerful. Her muscles move and clench. She’s sweaty, fucking sexy, and so tempting my cock is already yearning to be free and in her hands once more.
She must sense my presence because she whirls around to face me. Her jaw slackens, then quickly tightens again, as if she’s forcing herself to retain control of her emotions and her actions just like I am.
“Look who it is,” she drawls sarcastically, “the man of the house himself. How nice of you to grace me with your presence.”
“Glad to hear you’ve missed me, kitten,” I taunt her.
“Oh, believe me, I haven’t. Best two days of my life, honestly.”
The corner of my mouth lifts in a grin. “Keep lying to yourself.”
“Ha!” she scoffs. “I haven’t thought about you once, asshole.”
But her eyes tell me she’s lying. She’s thought about me, just as I’ve thought of her. She’s wondered what would’ve happened if I hadn’t walked away and left her on her back on that dining room table, legs spread, mouth open, pussy throbbing for me.
I walk over to her. She stiffens as I get close, but I brush past her and keep going to the water fountain. Control, I remind myself. She’s the prey, and I’m the predator. I force my attention onto the feeling of the cool water slaking my thirst. The fumes from the burning warehouse left a grating feeling in the back of my throat.
Looking in the mirror, I notice Harper’s moved to the dumbbell rack. Her hand is wrapped around a weight, and her knuckles are white from how tight she’s squeezing it.
She sees me looking. Her fists tighten even more, and in a heartbeat, one thing is confirmed. I’m so fucking deep under her skin it’s bothering the living shit out of her. I plan on doing more than that. I want to be her every thought.
I want to hear her beg.
Marcello
I pounce on her in a flash, and she drops the dumbbell on the floor. One of my hands finds her throat, the other clamps on her hip.
“Tell me what you’re thinking,” I growl.
“Nothing,” she says, her voice shaky as I hold her throat tight. “Let me fucking go. I’m just trying to work out.”
“Bullshit. You and I both know you were thinking about something else.”
My fingers curl around her waist and dig into her skin, the mere sensation causing her to flinch, her pupils dilating without her noticing. But I do, and I fucking love it. I press harder on that vein in her neck, and a sexy whimper leaves her mouth, making me hard as a rock.
“You want me … Say it. You’ve wanted it since we sat at that table, where I left you wondering what if,” I say, leaning in to take a whiff of her deliciously intoxicating scent. “What if you let this man take what belongs to him?”
Our eyes connect, and the moment feels like it lasts an eternity before I grab her wrist and shove her against the mirror.
My face is mere inches from hers, her lips quaking with a need I fully understand. The same need has been coursing through my veins for hours, every second of the day I’m away from her too long to accept.