Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 85976 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 430(@200wpm)___ 344(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85976 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 430(@200wpm)___ 344(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
“We’ve been up in my room for too long already,” I said in a rough voice.
“We have a lot to discuss,” Maddox murmured, “And I’m not done.”
“Maddox,” I said but he pushed to his feet and silenced me with a hard kiss.
“Lie down on your bed.”
I did as he asked despite my worry over someone interrupting us. I stretched out naked as Maddox stalked closer. He kneeled on the bed between my legs, and sat up on his heels, admiring my body. He grabbed my ankles and raised my legs as he moved closer until my butt rested on his upper thighs. His cock slid along my slit but didn’t enter me. With his hands on my ankles, he spread my legs in a wide V. Finally, and with a perfect view, he pushed his cock into me slowly. With every inch of him deeper in me, I could feel him claim me more. He kept up the slow movements, and I could feel every inch of him stroking my inner walls and his piercing teasing my G-spot. But the angle didn’t give my clit any friction.
Still, I was getting closer and closer from the deep penetration and from watching Maddox’s cock enter my pussy.
“My clit,” I whispered thickly when I was close again.
“Not yet,” Maddox said.
“Maddox,” I muttered.
“Not yet.”
I was starting to lose my mind, writhing to get some friction but Maddox parted my legs even wider which made him slide deeper but deprived me of any clit action.
I raked my fingernails along his thighs but he only smirked.
A knock sounded. “Marcella, Dad’s getting impatient. You better stop whatever the fuck you’re doing and come downstairs before he comes up and kicks in the door.”
Maddox grinned and I parted my lips to warn him but he pressed his thumb over my clit and slammed deep into me, hitting my G-spot, and I couldn’t hold back. Pleasure raced through me, unstoppable. All I could do was jerk my head to the side and stifle my cry of release in the pillow.
“I’m downstairs,” Amo muttered and his steps faded.
Maddox came soon after, looking way too smug.
He released my ankles and lowered himself on top of me.
“Just because I’m not adopting your name doesn’t mean I’m any less your woman,” I said. “It’s a business decision.”
Maddox smiled strangely. “It’s not just business. I know you, Snow White. This is first of all, a very personal decision.”
He’d caught me. I sighed. “I’m proud of my family. Proud of what the name Vitiello stands for. I’ll always be a Vitiello in my mind even if I changed my name to yours…” I fell silent because the next part was even harder to say. “And to be honest, whenever I hear the name White, I’m reminded of your uncle and I won’t ever give him that power over me.”
Maddox kissed my temple. “It’s okay. But don’t expect me to take your family’s name. The name Vitiello holds the same negative association for me.”
“We are each other’s, no matter what names we choose,” I said firmly. Maddox’s arms around me tightened.
I was excited about my bridal shower. Many had expected a small affair, just like the wedding, as if I had reason to hide my love for Maddox and everything associated with it. For a while I had been worried about people’s reactions, caught in old habits, still hungry for validation. That was over. I didn’t need someone’s validation who didn’t care about me or know more about me than general gossip.
Maddox showed up on the morning of my bridal shower, looking sexy as sin in his leather jacket and rugged beard. I was still in my nightgown and a bathrobe. Maddox’s expression told me he appreciated the sight greatly even if he couldn’t show it with my mother and Lora around.
“Thank you for picking up the cake samples,” Mom said with a genuine smile. She and Maddox got along really well. He could be a real gentleman if he wanted. “I need to head to the appointment with the florist. Or do you need my help with the cake?”
“We’re going to be fine. Maddox and I are going to eat the cake and choose the best flavor.”
“The guy loves string cheese and tootsie rolls,” Amo muttered as he came down the staircase to accompany Mom to her appointment. “If he gets to choose the flavor, we’ll get popcorn and bacon grease.”
“Sounds amazing if you ask me,” Maddox said with a grin.
Valerio, who’d followed close behind Amo to accompany Mom and get a haircut afterward—his hair almost touched his shoulders by now—said, “I’d vote for popcorn and bacon grease too.”
“No bacon anything. Remember we have a few vegetarians on the guest list.”
“Let them eat the napkins. They are fully compostable. I’m sure that makes them edible,” Maddox said. Amo chuckled and actually high-fived him.