Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 34025 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 170(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 113(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34025 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 170(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 113(@300wpm)
In front of the mirror in the Spa restroom, I allow myself a moment to cry. I am not crying because anything they said to me shocked me; no. I am crying because it just dawned on me that I could lose him. He could walk out the door one day and then not come back. The minute the thought leaves my mind, I reprimand myself. This is what they are saying. Here they are telling me about being strong and what do I do? Show I am weak. Knock. Knock. Shoot. I don't want them to see me like this. "I will be out in a minute," I say, trying to not sound like a drowned cat. Grabbing a tissue, I attempt to fix my face so I look less like a fishwife.
"Angel, open the door." Oh, God. His voice makes me shiver but also makes the dam break. The moment I unlock the door, I fall into his arms, sobbing and crying like a weepy baby. "Shit, baby. You are ripping my heart out. Please stop." He whispers in my ear. Lifting me into his arms, his hands go under my ass, and I wrap my legs around his waist. My head falls into his neck, and I inhale, allowing his woodsy, spicy scent to calm me. "I can't fucking take you crying, baby." He continues to whisper to me as he walks. I have no idea where we are going. My eyes are closed, and I am simply weeping into his shirt, soaking him in my fear.
I hear a door close and open my eyes, seeing we are in the back of a car. I know I can open my eyes, especially since the crying is slowing down, but I simply don't want to move. I want to stay right here and continue to soak up his words, his touch, and the smell of his masculinity. I can smell the power within him, if that makes sense. I can feel it as his ripped and corded muscles rub my back and his tight, bulging thighs hold me in his lap. His lips move slowly over my shoulders and neck. My body is long done with the sobs and not teetering on the precipice of pleasure. His words of love and promises, along with the feel of his mouth on my skin, are all it takes to move me from sad to needy. "Hmm." I hum in my throat, turning my head to give him more room.
"Ah. Is my Angel feeling greedy now?" He chuckles into my neck and bites me.
"Julio," I whine into his shirt. My pussy is warming up, slick and itchy, pleading for some attention. I am sore sure, and still a bit swollen, but being in his arms right now, nothing is more important. Smack.
"Stop rubbing that teenage pussy on my zipper, Angel. We have no privacy right now and I would hate to have to cut Scar's fucking eyes out for seeing you ride my cock."
"Yeah, I kind of need these to drive." The laugh comes from the front of the car, and for the first time, I realize we aren't alone. Heat blooms on my cheeks. I was basically trying to get off in front of a stranger. Julio laughs and kisses my lips, slowly and sensually showing me he wants me just as much. His tongue slides into my mouth with deliberate, teasing motions. "Here you go." I break apart from his mouth and turn to look toward the front.
"Don't fucking look at him." my big growly man grunts in my ear. Blushing, I turn and look at him.
"I don't see anyone but you, Julio." His eyes soften, conveying words he can't share with me right now. The door is opened, and he lifts me out of the car. I wiggle in his arms, and he laughs, nuzzling my nose.
"Do you want to get down baby?"
"No." His knowing eyes get hooded as he figures out why I am moving against him.
"Give me a few minutes, Angel." Another gate opens, and then we continue to walk. I notice there is an Orange tree I have never seen before. Realizing we are not back at Jewel's, my head turns, and I get curious.
"Julio, where are we?"
"Home, baby. We are at our home." Oh my God. Are we at his house? I knew he had a place on the grounds, but I was never brave enough to venture past the gardens. 'Place' is an understatement. This is as big as Dario and Jewel's house. Holy moly.
"Wow," I say, unwrapping my legs from his waist. "This place is amazing." The outside looks like a gangster version of Versailles. There are flowers taller than me in the walkway leading to the door. I see what I think is a rose garden in the back of the house with a Koi pond to the left and a fountain on the right.