Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 82847 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82847 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
I didn’t realize pussy could cause migraines.
We headed inside to the don’s office, and I was in the same clothes I’d worn the night before. So if Francesca were there, she would know I never went home last night. Not a good look for me.
We stepped inside, Don Mancini leaning against the desk with Elio in the armchair. Andre was there too, like he’d headed back sometime last night. And on the couch sat Francesca, beautiful like a cold morning in her black top and skintight jeans.
I tried not to stare, but I caught her looking at me, and there was a flash of reaction.
Like she recognized my clothes from yesterday.
Leo slowly lowered himself into the armchair and groaned like an old man.
I sat at the edge of the other couch.
Don Mancini stared at Leo with a fierce disappointment. “Have fun last night?”
Leo rubbed his temple before he released a sigh.
“You have your fun between working hours. You don’t show up hungover.” Don Mancini continued to grill his son. “We have shit to do every single fucking day. We can’t afford to have a man on the crew barely able to stand.”
Leo continued to keep his eyes averted and let his father eviscerate him.
“You couldn’t find fifteen minutes to shower before you walked in here?” he barked. “You smell like dirty pussy.” He pushed off the desk with his hips. “Get your shit together. We leave in fifteen minutes.” He walked out, and Elio left the room with him.
Francesca stared at her brother for a while before she shifted her gaze to me.
All I could do was stare at her. Couldn’t explain myself at all, not in front of Andre and Leo.
“You were with her all night?” Andre asked. “Man, you must be broke.”
“I’m broke because I had to pay for Wolfe’s girl too,” Leo snapped.
Oh shit.
It took Francesca a second to understand what he said, but once the message settled, she gave me this look…like she was about to unleash a fiery hell upon us all. Daggers were in her eyes, and she looked like she might pull a gun on me and shoot me right between the eyes.
I should be terrified, but it was hard not to be turned on by how pissed off she was. I’d never seen her look so mad and so beautiful at the same time. I knew I was a complete dick for feeling this way, but I loved how devastated she was. I knew she was into me, but it was the first time she’d put her cards on the table, put her feelings on a sign that was easy for me to read.
She was fucking mad as hell.
Don’t smile, don’t smile, don’t smile…
I felt my jaw work because I wanted to grin wide in sick pleasure, and I had to use all my control to maintain a blank stare as I watched her breathe flames all over me. She didn’t blink once as she stared me down, and if she had a knife in her hand, she might carve my heart out of my chest.
I’d never wanted to fuck her more.
She suddenly rose from the couch and walked off, strutting out of there at full speed, her swinging hips acting like wrecking balls of attitude. She burned hotter than the center of Mount Etna.
I sat there for a second and tried to act as if nothing had transpired. “You really should shower, Leo. We’ve got a long day ahead of us.” Then I casually left the office and made my way into the hallway. I knew she would go downstairs to her office, so that was where I headed, descending to the second floor and then walking through the open door.
She was waiting for me, and she pounced like a jungle cat.
Slapped me so fucking hard I actually stumbled back a step or two.
Cristo, I might have to bend her over the desk and fuck her right on the spot.
She was on me again, and I could have easily grabbed her wrist and stopped her, but I was a sick bastard who loved this shit. I loved how furious she was at the thought of someone else riding my dick. Her palm hit my cheek again, hitting me so hard, I had no doubt there would be a red mark for the rest of the day.
My dick was so hard right now.
She hit me again but didn’t say a word, probably because she didn’t want anyone in the hallway to overhear our fight, even though there was no way they hadn’t heard the loud smack of her palm against my cheek.
After she landed her third hit, she finally took a step back…and her green eyes were rimmed with tears. Tears that started to grow until they overwhelmed her bottom lids and streaked down her cheeks.