Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 54522 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 273(@200wpm)___ 218(@250wpm)___ 182(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54522 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 273(@200wpm)___ 218(@250wpm)___ 182(@300wpm)
I can hear her soft breathing as she nestles her head against her pillow, satisfied that I’ve agreed to stay here beside her.
“You must have some sort of masochistic wish,” I tease her quietly. “To tempt fate by bringing the man who almost killed you and then captured you so close to you while you sleep.”
Instead of saying anything in return, Isla reaches her hand out toward me. She touches the side of my arm, then drags her fingers down my forearm and past my wrist until she finds my hand. She threads her fingers with mine and wraps her small hand inside my palm, holding on tightly as if she’s afraid that I’ll leave once she closes her eyes.
I don’t leave. Even when I hear her breathing slow and steady into a rhythmic sleep. I stay right there in bed beside her, and I don’t let go of Isla’s hand.
CHAPTER 13
ISLA
Ifeel like I’ve only just closed my eyes for a few seconds before they open again. When I wake up, I’m uncertain about the time that has elapsed. I’m relieved to see that Vincent is still lying beside me with his hand wrapped tightly around my own.
He looks back at me as if he’s been lying here awake while watching me sleep, and there’s an unspoken longing that bubbles up inside me. I turn to face him and slide closer until I’m pressed against him. I lift my head onto his chest and listen as his heart races. Then, I do something that I know will be impossible to take back—I press my lips against his skin and place a gentle kiss against his flesh.
Vincent’s body stiffens, his muscles tense, and the grip that he has on my hand tightens. It’s a physical response to his effort of keeping himself under tight control, one that I feel is waning, especially when I do it again.
“Do you remember what I told you?” he whispers in the dark. “That the next time, I wouldn’t stop?”
It’s a slight moment of pause—he’s offering me an escape from what he’s about to do. I can feel it as he lies beside me. He’s about to give in, to lose control and cross a point of no return. And if I let him, he’s going to take me with him. This time, there won’t be any turning back. This is my one chance to tell Vincent no and keep this violent, dangerous mafia boss from having me.
I run my hand down his inked arm, feeling the weight of this moment as I tempt this untouchable god of wrath and pride.
He hasn’t just trapped me, Vincent has seen me in ways that no one else ever has. He’s comforted me, challenged me, and drawn out a depth of both strength and longing that I never knew existed before. And now, as I realize exactly what I’m about to do, I decide I am no longer Vincent Moretti’s fragile captive—I’m choosing to be here with him.
I kiss him again, letting my lips softly touch the top of his chest, trembling at the thought of what comes next.
Almost instantly, Vincent lifts himself up and rolls me onto my back. He climbs over me, pinning me beneath his body as he lifts my nightgown and hooks his finger into the side of my panties to slide them off. I lean up to reach for him, wanting to kiss him again, but he is in control now, and he makes that very clear.
“Stay,” he commands as he takes off his pants, letting his massive cock fall against my thighs as I try to hold myself still.
When there is nothing left between our bodies, no thin fabric or hesitation to pull us apart, Vincent leans down over me. He hovers against me, keeping his weight on his forearms so as not to crush me, and stares into my eyes with a desire that burns violently hot. Without another word, he puts his mouth on mine, not slowly and definitely not gently—the kiss is one of pure need, gnashing teeth, and frenzied tongue spiraling around one another. If Vincent is truly the Devil, then I’m nothing short of possessed by him now. And when he pushes inside of me, with a strong, swift thrust that causes a gasp from the sheer impact of his cock filling my body, there is nothing I can do but give in to him completely.
I’ve had sex before. I know Vincent has had his fair share, too, but nothing has ever felt like this before. Every push and pull inside my body, and every slow, taunting move that ends with a thrust, I can feel all the way down into the soles of my feet, sends me climbing higher and higher toward ecstasy. Vincent’s hands grip my hips as he drives into me. The relentlessness with which he makes love to me is more than sex. It’s rough, possessive, even obsessive, perhaps, as if he’s marking territory and claiming me as his. But there’s something else there as well, something that emerges stronger with each pulse of his cock inside me. There’s an emotion that I can feel through his frenzied touch and see in his wide-open eyes as he stares straight into my soul. And as I try to hold on to the escalating pleasure for as long as I can, not wanting it to be over as I bask in each intense moment of it, Vincent speaks against my cheek so that I can feel his warm, heady breath sweep over my skin.