Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 103124 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 516(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 344(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103124 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 516(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 344(@300wpm)
In the back seat of the limousine, I flick my husband a wicked look, the corners of my lips curved with a devilish grin. I lift my foot and brush it against his groin.
He raises his brow, and his lips respond in kind with the same devilish grin.
On repeat in my head is the way he annihilated Simon. Proof that my husband doesn’t need a gun or chaos to bring retribution to his rivals.
I’d be lying if I said it didn’t turn me on.
It does.
Big time.
My whole body is lit with tiny little fires waiting to ignite into one giant wildfire.
I slide to my knees in front of him and unbuckle his belt.
He gives me a heated look. “What are you up to, hellcat?”
“Showing my husband some appreciation,” I say, watching the desire shimmer in his expression as I lower the zipper and reach inside.
His cock is thick and aroused, and I feel the tremor roll through him as I bend my head and slide my flattened tongue over the wide, plush head.
“I think crushing the ego of socially inept prats has just become my new favorite thing if this is the response it gets,” he says, hissing in a breath and dropping the back of his head to the headrest. “Goddamn, I love your tongue.”
I reward his praise with a long, torturous glide up the thick column of flesh.
He rasps in a deep breath, then groans. “Fuck, yes. You make me so fucking hard, Bella. You and that perfect tongue of yours.”
Again, I reward his praise with a slow, vacuumed glide of my mouth down his long, swollen length. His hands grip the bench seat, and his low, shaky moan fills the car.
He thickens in my mouth, and I gag as the engorged head hits the back of my throat.
He chuckles and carves his fingers into my hair. “Such a greedy little mouth.”
While my mouth fucks him, my hands massage his balls, earning me another generous moan. His fingers tighten in my hair, sending a delicious sting across my scalp.
Outside, the hotel comes into view. Any second, the driver will pull up to the curb. But Nico notices too and knocks on the glass, telling him to keep driving.
His driver knows. Of course, he knows. And for some reason, that excites me even more.
“Fuck, Bella.” Nico’s voice is ragged. His eyes glazed. I love these brief moments when he loses control, and it thrills me to know I take him there. “You’re going to make me come…”
I increase my speed, my mouth and lips and tongue licking, sucking and gliding, while one hand pumps at the base of his cock. Nico rocks his hips, driving deeper into my mouth.
With a shudder, he stills, and a salty warmth hits the back of my throat. But I don’t stop. I keep sucking. Keep pumping. Keep taking everything he gives as the tension builds between my thighs.
When I sit back, his hand is carved through his hair and his eyes blaze down at me like glowing embers.
He gently glides his thumb along my bottom lip. “This perfect mouth belongs to me.”
The look on his face and the purr in his voice send my stomach crazy.
Looking up at him through my lashes, I nod, and the scorching heat in his eyes makes me shiver. Yes, it does.
Which is insane, considering I wanted to write his obituary mere days ago.
But now here I am, kneeling at his feet, worshipping his cock, knowing I don’t want any other.
Offering me his hand, he guides me off the limousine floor and pulls me onto his lap. Without a word, he slants his mouth over mine and kisses me deeply, stroking his glorious tongue into my mouth with delicious appreciation. I succumb to the strength of his arms around me and melt into his muscular form, knowing there is nowhere I’d rather be than right here, in the back seat of a limousine, in the strong arms of my man.
When we finally pull up in front of the hotel again, Nico lets me go long enough to climb out but then takes my hand as we run through the rain and into the hotel. We cross the sea of marble floor and run straight into the open elevator.
Once the doors close and the elevator moves, Nico grabs my wrist and spins me around to face the mirror, and he is behind me.
Our eyes lock in the mirror. Scorching heat blazes at me from the glass.
Surprising me, he slams on the emergency button, and the elevator car jolts to a stop.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
“I want you right now.” His eyes trail across my shoulders, down my spine, and over my ass.
In the mirror, his face tightens with lust and desire, and all the things he wants to do to me.