Total pages in book: 149
Estimated words: 141255 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 706(@200wpm)___ 565(@250wpm)___ 471(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 141255 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 706(@200wpm)___ 565(@250wpm)___ 471(@300wpm)
He let out a little groan and his sleeping face was looking very sexy, very aroused. But then his eyes opened slowly and he glanced at me for a split second and then he winced and backed away.
“Fuck,” he grunted.
I was now on my back, looking at him and he was standing up.
She was lying there looking gorgeous with her copper hair wavy and fanned across the pillow, her eyes sleepy, and a sexy smile on her face.
I’d gotten instantly to my feet. Her eyes landed on my groin. I had a raging hard-on. Fuck! I stumbled to the bathroom and slammed the door. Fuck! I punched the wall, breaking the drywall with my fist.
When I came back out, she was still in the bed, blankets pulled up to her armpits, and she was looking at me with fear on her face. I hadn’t meant to scare her. I needed to get us outta here so I could tell her the truth. But it’d have to wait.
I sat on the edge of the bed. “Don’t be afraid.” I reached over and touched her face with my palm. Her eyes moved over my face and she gave me a little nod. Then she flung the blankets back and spread her legs wide, took the t-shirt and whipped it over her head. She was naked and spread eagled. Again.
Damn it. This chick was definitely damaged. I was not taking advantage of this.
“Felicia.” I looked at her disapprovingly.
Fuck, she was beautiful. Slim and toned. Great tits, long legs, fully waxed pussy, no landing strip. Blue gems peeking from her belly button. I had gone soft as I punched the hole in the bathroom wall but of course at that sight my dick had a mind of its own.
“Please, Master. Let me take care of that for you,” she whispered, looking down at my groin. “I’m ready for you.” She reached down and spread her folds apart with her hand splayed and her middle and ring fingers parting those folds and she was ready all right. She was glistening. I let out a slow breath.
“Not here,” I said, having trouble taking my eyes off her pussy. I tore them away and looked at her face. I was shaking my head and skimming my teeth across my bottom lip.
She moistened her lips with her tongue and looked at me flirtatiously.
“Not here, Felicia. I wanna get us home.” I tried to push my anger away.
Something flashed in her eyes and it just about knocked me over. Maybe the word home was having some sort of effect on her. She looked lost, in pain, her lower lip started to tremble and then she seemed to pull herself together.
I took the comforter and covered her up.
I lifted the phone off the base and hit 252. Rafe Ruiz answered on the first ring,
“Mr. Ferrano! How are you this morning? Is everything to your liking so far?”
“Very much so,” I said, “Please have Felicia’s things sent to my room so she can get dressed.”
“Immediately, Sir. Will you be dining in your suite or in the dining room for breakfast?”
“My suite,” I said. The less time spent with these scumbags the better.
“When you finish breakfast, please call me and I can take you to meet Mr. Chen for your tour and meeting. We can see to Felicia as well.”
“See to her how?”
“D-does she require any care?” he stammered nervously.
“Care?”
He let out a nervous laugh. “Forgive me, Mr. Ferrano. I’m not aware of your preferences but we offer after-care services should your Felicia require anything. Physical therapy for her muscles, any medical care, waxing, etcetera.”
Sick fuckers.
“No, I don’t want her seen to. I told you last night no one was to fuck with her. She’s mine; I’ll see to her,” I bit off, “She stays in my room during the tour and no one touches her, no one even talks to her.”
“Absolutely understood,” he said quickly. “Kindly call me when you’re ready for your tour.”
I hung the phone up and then muttered “fuck sakes” under my breath.
Felicia was staring at me wide-eyed.
Emotion came over me and before I calculated the move, I grabbed her and pulled her against me in a hug. “Not a single one of those fuckers will lay hands on you again, I promise you that.” A hand was on her naked back and another in her long, silky hair. It was wavy, untamed; it felt good between my fingers.
She was stiff for a beat but then put her arms around me and sank in, then softly said, “Master…thank you.” There was a lot of emotion in her voice. Her naked tits were against me. I had to let go. Now.
I shook my head and let her go.
Her eyes were big, her bottom lip quivered, and she was trying to hold it together but clearly didn’t know what to make of me. I gave her space.