Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 35213 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35213 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
My womb clenches at his filthy words. At the possessive look in his eye. At the way he touches me as if my body is his to command.
He keeps his eyes locked on my face as he pushes forward, sliding inside me inch by inch. I keep mine locked on where we're joined, watching him disappear into me. It's the sexiest thing I've ever seen. He's so damn big, so damn hard. He threatens to split me in half as he slides inside.
But I like the way it hurts.
It makes me feel alive in a way I haven't in months. I think a part of my soul died when I lost control of my own future. When a judge handed it to Alexander without even consulting me or requiring proof, a piece of me died. But this man right here? He's bringing it back to life. He's forging shackles on my soul and setting me free at the same time.
"Goddamn," he breathes, leaning down to brush his lips against mine when his hips are flush against mine and the only thing left is pleasure. "You took me like a fucking queen, tesoro."
"I am a queen," I whisper back. "Your queen."
"Mia regina. Mia vita." He kisses me sweetly, and then his hand tightens around my throat. He pulls back, his eyes locked on my face, a wicked smirk on his lips. "Now, be a good queen and come for your king, hmm?"
I try to tell him to go to hell—old habits die hard—but he steals the words from my lips…steals speech from my memory. He begins to move, and I forget I even know words. He starts slow, one long, delicious thrust after another. His length slips from me, glistening with my juices, dotted with the evidence of my virginity.
As soon as he sees it, a growl rumbles in his throat and he goes deeper, striking hard. I rock beneath him, mewling like a kitten as he shows me exactly what it means to find heaven on earth. This right here is it. Him on top of me, pinning me down as he fucks me.
"Look at you," he groans. "Cristo. You're taking me like you were born to fuck, tesoro. Do you feel me in your soul yet?"
Yes. God, yes.
"Gabriel, I want more."
"Yeah? You want this dick?" He drags my leg up over his hip, changing the angle.
I cry out in bliss.
That seems to set him off. He growls a curse and pounds into me, fucking me relentlessly. Every strike of his hips against mine bounces me slightly. I come down on his thighs with a slap of sound, only to immediately lift off and do it again.
"Goddamn, look at you," he roars, releasing my throat to grab my hands. He drags them up over my head, seaming his body to mine. His lips meet mine as he goes wild for me.
I get lost in the rhythm and the pleasure. I get lost in him. He makes it so easy to never want to be found again. Nothing has ever felt this good. He's a cock-wielding madman, fucking me without mercy, without respite.
I come on his cock, shouting his name, only for him to demand another.
"Again," he growls. "Come for me again, tesoro."
I don't see how I can…and yet he makes me. He refuses to relent until I'm screaming and clawing and biting, as wild as he is. Until I'm one detonation away from complete annihilation.
"Come," he demands, his lips at my ear as he flips me onto my stomach and thrusts back into me. He drags his fingers through my hair, craning my head back, controlling me like always. Reminding me who is in charge even though we both know I'm the one with the real power here. "Break for me, regina."
I want to deny him. God help me, I think if I don't, I may never tell him no again. But it's impossible to deny him when he's inside me, pounding so deep I'll still feel him tomorrow. It's impossible to refuse him when I already feel the orgasm building.
He tilts my head, claiming my mouth in a punishing kiss. "Ti amo, piccola fiamma."
I don't need to know Italian to know that one.
As soon as the confession leaves his lips, whispered against mine, every defense I had left against him collapses into nothing. I come screaming the roof down, exactly like he wanted.
"Tesoro, tesoro," he breathes, gathering me up in his arms when I come back to myself. He sits, placing me on his lap, on his cock. His lips move across my face as he lifts me gently and then drops me, making love to me slowly, sweetly, as if he didn't just fuck me into oblivion. As if he didn't just ruin me. "Mia vita."
He holds me close, whispering sweet words in my ear as he lifts me back up into the heavens, and then falls back to earth with me. He's beautiful when he's coming. His eyes turn stormy, falling to half-mast. He groans my name, sinking me down onto him as his head kicks back on his neck. His scarred, beautiful body trembles as he unravels, spilling into me in heavy pulses.