Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 45702 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 229(@200wpm)___ 183(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45702 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 229(@200wpm)___ 183(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
I mean, taken by the most incredible man alive? No need to snatch me. I would have come the second you told me to.
Did he just almost call me Jasmine?
Hmmm.
Despite my growing arousal, I give him a sidelong look, but there’s really no telling with the man. He’s just too mysterious.
Too cocky.
Too damned perfect to even try to work out or even stay mad at either.
His attitude is like his body. Big and rippling with strength as well as plenty of secrets to explore.
Well. Maybe one less secret now I can see his grand prize rod through his jeans.
Kinda takes away the mystery in one easy step.
Holy moly, this is amazing, truly terrifying.
I wish he’d kiss me if I make him so damned horny.
“Why wouldn’t you just ask for my number?” I ask, hearing the sass in my voice, trying to match his own.
“I mean… You could’ve just said, ‘Hi Jazz, how ‘bout we go to your place…,” I say.
Watching his expression shift as I realize I’m doing that thing I do when I’m nervous.
I talk way too much. And from today, it looks like I can add fainting to the mix.
But crap, if I’m giving this guy a raging hard-on, he needs to understand the effect he’s having on me.
As if reading my mind, he leans over me. I keep my eyes open and focus on his until our lips almost touch.
It feels like the craziest, most dangerous thing I’ve done to date.
Even making everything else that’s happened today suddenly worth it.
He’s actually going to kiss….
The hammer blow on the door he’s locked makes us both jump with a start.
But Rocky’s not scared.
He looks angry at the interruption, his whole body relaxing when he keeps close to my ear as he whispers to me.
“I’m gonna do a lot more than just kiss you,” he growls in a promise, one of his huge hands squeezing the whole left side of my chest, making me moan in pleasure.
My hand reaches out to touch his bulging dick, just in case this is my only chance.
“And if I tell everyone who you really are?” he adds, making me stop suddenly, my eyes opening with realization.
“…Well. Maybe, just do exactly as I tell you, and I won’t have to tell them,” he rasps, smiling again. The look of a man who knows just what he wants and is more than halfway to getting it.
“Hey! What’s going on in there?” a gruff voice calls out, thumping on the door again.
“Alright. Alright!” Rocky calls out, moving out of the way just enough to open the door a little.
Keeping the perfect view of his ass and massive build within my view.
It’s almost like he’s getting off knowing how much I get him off….
How pretentious.
How…How wonderful.
Sigh.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Rocky
“What do you want?” I bark, keeping the door open just a crack.
It’s one of the regular men, non-family but trustworthy.
God knows we pay them enough, but sometimes they just need to be told to fuck off.
Reminded of their place. And I don’t mince my words when I do just that, especially when I’m about to show Jasmine just how pleased I am to have her home for a while.
“Uh… Sorry Mr. Martinelli,” the guy says, sounding wounded. “I didn’t realize it was you,” he murmurs meekly, thumbing the hat in his fingers and looking at the floor.
“Well, it is me, and she’s mine in here. Mine!” I snap, sounding like a spoiled child.
But I’m nowhere near enough to feel spoiled just yet.
Hell, I’ve barely got a hand to her yet, and the way my dick’s twitching in my jeans?
I need to get inside her, fill her with my seed before I go insane.
I gotta get Jasmine outta here. Get her where nobody’s gonna bug us.
If she stays here, I’ll never get to do half of what I feel the need to do.
But I’m already thinking way past third base.
I’m way past pleasuring her clit with my tongue until she comes on my face first and then creams all over my rock-hard dick.
I’ve got a billion babies in me, and all I want right now is to put one of ‘em inside her at any cost.
“It’s just…Well, your father asked me to come and keep watch as well,” he adds, letting me see how torn he is between taking abuse from me versus a direct order from my father.
“I see…,” I murmur, glancing back to make sure Jasmine’s still there.
“Don Martinelli said he wants to see you again…There’s been some news about the Portello's,” the guard remarks.
I nod absently, craning my neck to see Jasmine.
She’s there, alright. And fuck if she doesn’t look cute when she’s scared.
Really, I’m double-checking this is actually happening so I can plan my next move.
Having a fucking babysitter while I guard our prisoner wasn’t exactly what I had in mind.