Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 92071 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92071 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
My cock was still rock solid.
Just sex, huh?
I left the bathroom and found her lying on her side with her back to me. I picked up another condom from my trouser pocket, sheathed myself and got on the bed. She didn’t turn to look at me.
She gasped as I roughly pushed myself deep into her pretty little pussy. She was tight like a fist, but well lubricated. “I can’t believe how much cock is inside me. I thought it would hurt. But it doesn’t. It feels amazing to be so full and stretched,” she whispered.
I began to take her from behind, thinking only of my pleasure. She panted and moaned before her hips bucked in orgasm. The motion took me over the edge as I spurted and bathed in pleasure.
Chapter 32
Zola
Iwoke up late the next morning with hunger pangs. I was alone, but my thighs were sticky and the room reeked of sex. My body felt sore. Nothing a hot long shower couldn’t fix.
My phone pinged with a text message from him.
I’m having breakfast. Join me in my suite?
My heart skipped several beats as I considered the invitation. I decided I wanted to talk to him so there was no reason to refuse, although I wondered if it would be awkward after last night. I had behaved in such a shameless way. I actually asked him to fuck my mouth. I’d never done that with any man before.
I was hard, but I had to learn to be like him. Just sex. Nothing more.
I dressed casually in sky-blue jeans and an off-the-shoulder blouse and a pair of low-heeled sandals. My hair was in a top bun because it was an absolute mess from the last night.
His men were hanging around outside in the corridor and I was a bit self-conscious as they must know that Dante had spent most of last night in my room, but luckily, they were extremely professional and showed no expression as they opened his door and let me in. I saw he was on the phone so I took a seat opposite him and began to butter a piece of toast.
He was probably very busy so I didn’t expect to stay long, but to my surprise, he concluded his call quickly and turned to me. He was dressed in a dark suit with a beige necktie and looked fresh, alert, and drop-dead handsome. Nobody looking at him would believe he was the same man I was with last night.
“Good morning,” he greeted brightly.
“Hi,” I said and I coughed.
“Are you alright?” he asked.
I nodded and swallowed the piece of toast. I was aware he was watching me.
“Everything okay?”
I managed to work up a smile as I nodded. “Yeah, fine, thank you.”
“Good,” he said. “I have a very busy day ahead so I’ll catch you later.”
“Wait. I need to talk to you.”
“Is it urgent?” he asked. “We can talk when I get back.”
“When? Tonight?” I asked and he nodded. I didn’t think I could wait that long.
“Can I have five minutes?” I asked. “I don’t think it will take longer than that.”
“Okay,” he said, and leaning back looked directly at me.
I was so affected by his direct regard that my throat felt suddenly parched. It became even more cemented in my head that I had to sever my ties with him quickly. He was dangerous to my peace of mind. Last night had been good, more than good, mind-blowingly brilliant, actually, but if that were to continue, it wouldn’t be long before I was hopelessly hooked on him.
And that was the last thing I wanted.
There was no way this was going to end well. I leaned forward, determined to keep the conversation short.
“I want to know what plans you have for Ugo,” I said.
“What do you mean?”
“How do you plan to handle him? Are you going to let things play out according to the law or are you going to take any extra measures? I need a definite answer.”
He stared at me, and to my relief didn’t bother pretending as though he had absolutely no idea what I was talking about.
He straightened and arranged his jacket. “At first I was willing to allow the law to handle it since I wasn’t all that concerned about my safety, but now that you're involved, I will not be comfortable if it’s dragged out.”
At his words, a cold chill ran up my spine. Underneath his fine manners and his fabulously expensive suits, he was a mobster after all. I looked down to hide my expression.
“This is why I don’t want you to go into the witness protection program,” he said and my head shot up.
“I don’t think I have a choice,” I replied.
He shook his head. “The government can’t keep you safe.”
“But you can?’
“Yes,” he said. “You have to trust I will keep you safe because it is the truth.”