Total pages in book: 161
Estimated words: 151410 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 757(@200wpm)___ 606(@250wpm)___ 505(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 151410 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 757(@200wpm)___ 606(@250wpm)___ 505(@300wpm)
I smirked against Aurora’s pussy as I tasted the remnants of her arousal. My own need pounded angrily in my pants. This was only the starter.
I shoved to my feet, my hand still pressed against her mouth. I lowered it and grinned at her stunned face, but then I kissed her. I couldn’t stop kissing her.
“If my family finds out, they’ll force me to move back in with them to keep me away from you, then I won’t be able to babysit Battiste for you anymore.”
“There’s not enough blood left in my brain to worry,” I said. “This is the third orgasm I’ve given you, and you haven’t returned the favor yet.” The thought of having Rory blow me behind her parents’ house made my cock even harder.
Aurora shoved my chest. “It’s only fair after my shitty first time, and I never asked you to do that.”
She couldn’t even put into words what had happened. Adorable.
“I have to go inside before Dad comes looking for me here. This isn’t a game,” she hissed. “Give me my panties back.”
With a smirk, I bent down, enjoying the sight of her glistening pussy under the hem of her skirt as I picked up the remains of her panties. I held them out to her.
She picked them up with two fingers, her eyes widening in realization. “You ruined them.”
I leaned toward her. “I love ruining your underwear in every way possible. But what I love even more is ruining every shred of your innocence, sweet Rory.”
She tossed the panties at me and slipped away. This time, I didn’t chase her and allowed her to escape into her parents’ home.
Stuffing her ripped panties into my pocket—I’d add them to my collection—I strolled away from the Scuderi mansion.
Luck would have it that Fabiano crossed my path.
He barred my way, his expression one that would have spiked my hunger for violence with a stranger. “Where’s Aurora?” he demanded in a hostile tone.
“I’m doing a nightly workout. I haven’t seen Rory,” I lied easily.
“And your workout led you into my garden?”
“I wasn’t aware that I wasn’t allowed on your premises.”
He moved closer. I had half a mind to show him Rory’s ripped panties. I was fucking tired of his obvious aversion to me being around her. Sure, I was bad news, but that didn’t mean I had any intention to hurt Rory.
“I don’t care if you’re on my premises, but it’s strange to find you here when I can’t find Aurora anywhere.”
“Dad?” Rory called from the patio.
“See, your daughter is safe and sound.”
Fabiano glanced between Aurora and me.
“If you don’t mind, I’d like to do my workout now,” I said sarcastically.
Fabiano gave a terse nod before he headed toward Aurora, probably on a mission to interrogate her. As expected, Aurora ignored me, but her flushed face made up for her lack of acknowledgment.
I headed toward the pool for an unplanned swim exercise, which would also serve as a cool-off after another encounter with Rory that left me with a case of blue balls.
Rory thought I’d lose interest once I’d fucked her, but every encounter with her only left me hungry for more. Rory wanted more; she wanted parts of me that I didn’t want to share with anyone, but I wondered if maybe we actually had a chance if I tried hard enough. Maybe following my demons was really just me choosing the easy way.
Alessio came to the pool when I did my last lap and squatted beside the edge, a cigarette dangling from his mouth. “Massimo and I are wondering when you want to head out tonight.”
“I think I’ll pass tonight.”
Alessio raised an eyebrow. “We didn’t go on raids for two nights because business kept us busy, and you want to go without for another night?”
I swam toward him. “You sound as if I’m addicted to it.”
“Your actions indicate you are. You are addicted to the highs it gives you. The thrill of the hunt and the torture is your drug.”
“I’m not a fucking pussy. I can control my urges. They don’t control me.”
“That’s probably a phrase an addict would say,” Alessio said. He pushed to his feet and stomped his cigarette out with his steel-tipped boot. Admittedly, seeing the shoes he always wore during our raids made me eager for the hunt.
“Is this your attempt to better yourself for Aurora. If so, kudos to you for even trying.”
His tone made it clear I wouldn’t succeed.
I sat up with a hoarse roar, sweat covered and with my knife clutched in my fist. Where was I? I shoved to my feet and turned on the light, searching my surroundings for signs of the horrid scene I saw playing out mere moments before.
My room wasn’t covered in blood, not a single droplet. I ran a hand through my damp hair, my heart slamming into my rib cage.