Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 33078 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 165(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33078 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 165(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
The bacon is crisp, and I have it warming in the oven until she’s done with her phone call. I bite my cheek. The phone call is making me nervous. Hell, everything about Bianca this morning has me on edge.
She’s mad at me. I don’t know why.
I’ve been wracking my brain trying to figure it out. With the edge of my spatula, I ease her eggs over just a touch toward the side of the plate. I don’t want the syrup to touch them once I pour it over the pancakes. She wouldn’t like syrupy eggs. I can’t let that happen. She deserves the best.
I stand up straight. “Shit.” I should’ve made her some oatmeal to go on the side, something with spiced apples. She’d love that.
Whirling, I hurry to the pantry and grab a Granny Smith and a container of quick oats. All I have to do is make a simple syrup and cook the apples for a short while in the syrup and some cinnamon with a dash of vanilla at the end. The oats can cook at the same time, and then I can mix it all together.
I eye the stack of pancakes. Maybe I should just start over so everything’s hot and fresh when she comes back.
Reaching for the plate, I stop when I hear the slightest grunt.
It’s been hard for me to keep myself in the kitchen while she’s been in the bedroom talking with Angelica–and likely telling her sister exactly why she’s upset. I want that information almost as badly as I want Bianca, but not quite. And, since I want Bianca more, I minded my business in the kitchen and allowed her privacy to speak with Angelica. But the grunt I just heard–that didn’t sound like something Bianca would share with her sister. It sounded … I can’t think of a word, but my cock certainly likes it, because I’m suddenly hard as a rock.
I drop the oats and the apple on the counter and stride around toward the bedroom. The sound comes again, and my cock kicks at my zipper.
“What the fuck?” I whisper under my breath and stop right as I get to our bedroom door.
It’s shut. For privacy. I shouldn’t go barging in there when Bianca clearly wanted to keep her discussion between her and her sister.
Even so, I put my palm on the handle.
“God, what the hell is even in there?” Bianca mumbles. “This should be easy. Maybe I should add another finger? Go deeper?”
My eyes widen so much that I swear I must resemble a cartoon character.
“Don’t look, Mama Kitty. This is X-rated business.”
My mouth goes dry. I can’t think. Everything in my head is a gray tornado of twisting reason and failing resolve.
I turn the door handle and push it open slowly.
Bianca is on the bed, her legs spread wide, and one of her fingers is deep inside her pussy. She arches, a hiss coming from her mouth as she seems to try to push even farther into her pink cunt. “It’s not there.”
“What’s not there?” I stalk to her.
She jumps and yanks her finger out of herself.
I catch her wrist and plunge her finger into my mouth, sucking her taste from them as she stares up at me with a startled expression.
Once her finger is licked clean, I pull it from between my lips. “What are you doing in here, sweetness?” My voice is low and gravelly, stretched taut just like my control.
Her cheeks flash a deep pink, and she slaps her legs together. “I, uh. I was um …”
“You were fingering my pretty pussy,” I fill in for her. “You were touching what’s mine.”
“Yours?” She blinks.
“Mine.” I bite down on her finger, and her eyelids flutter.
“B-but you didn’t want to, you know, last night. You stopped–”
“Because I can’t bear to hurt you, sweetness.” I cock my head to the side. “Did you think it was for some other reason?” That’s when the lightbulb finally goes off in my thick head. “That’s what you were angry about?”
She glances away.
I know a tell when I see one. I’d be a shitty torturer if I didn’t.
“Ah.” I climb onto the bed, spreading her knees apart and leaning down to blow on her tender skin.
“Fernando.” She holds my gaze. “I thought maybe … Maybe you realized you didn’t want me.”
“Didn’t want you?” I snap my head up, then crawl up her body and claim her mouth in a bruising kiss. How could she ever think I didn’t want her? I want her so badly I’d turn my back on my family just to get a taste of her. And to make her mine forever? I’d do any-fucking-thing she asked. I pull back, and she catches her breath as I run my tongue along my lips, savoring her taste. “Are you saying you want me inside you, sweetness?”