The Boss Assignment (Rogue Protectors Book 3) Victoria Paige (top 100 novels of all time TXT) 📖

cool off these frustrations because you … you refuse to fuck me. I’m alive and breathing and I need you.”

Charly didn’t know what she was asking for and she wasn’t helping Antonio’s hunger for her. In slow degrees, he restrained his ‘wild Charly craving’ under his skin. “Get on the bed.”

Her eyes slitted. “Are you going to fuck me?”

“I’m more than going to fuck you, gatinha,” he rasped. “You don’t want to be treated like crystal? Then I’m going to torture you the way you’ve been torturing me for the past few days.”

“What do you mean?” she asked. Despite her defiance, her nipples visibly tautened into pencil erasers.

Instead of answering her, he continued his commands. “On the bed. On your hands and knees. And stick your ass in the air.”

Excitement gleamed in her eyes as she did as she was told.

Cristo, she was perfect.

“Stick your ass higher, Charly.” Antonio approached, planting a knee on the bed and leaned in before sinking his teeth into the flesh of her ass.

“What the hell?” She reared up, but he forced her back down with a palm on the small of her back.

“Head down. Ass up,” he ordered. “You wanted this. You take it the way I give it. Got it?”

A mulish silence hung between them and his mouth twitched. An odd mix of playfulness and control influenced this anticipation of their physical relationship.

“Got it,” she whispered.

He controlled the urge to rip the last offending piece of clothing that hid her pussy from his eyes. As he slipped off the scrap of fabric, his mouth craved to taste her.

Mine.

As his finger traced the evidence of her arousal, the scent of peaches and musk hit his nose. “Ah, I missed this.” His hand massaged the globe of her ass while he burrowed his nose in her core and his tongue speared her entrance, lapping up the dewy sweetness he had not tasted in a month. Growing increasingly frenzied, Antonio couldn’t get enough and a growl vibrated in his throat as he ate her, her cries of pleasure spurring him on to give her what she wanted.

He slipped a finger inside and she pushed against him. “Look at you. So wet, so ready for me.”

Antonio rose behind her.

Lining up his cock, he gripped her hips and plunged inside her.

Charly fell forward and screamed into the mattress.

“Charly,” Antonio gritted, nearly blinded by the tight cinch of her pussy. “Did I hurt you?”

She was shaking her head.

“Words, mue amor,” he growled.

“I’m fine,” she wheezed. “Oh my God, how did I forget you were so big?”

Antonio smirked. “Thank you.”

He withdrew and slammed back inside her and started pumping.

Jaw clenched, he withheld himself from ejaculation. It had been too long. She was so beautiful, naked on all fours and he was the bastard who couldn’t get enough of her.

He flipped her over. Hooked her legs under his arms and drove back into her.

He wanted to see her come. Wanted to see her break apart in his arms.

“Think I’m still treating you like crystal?”

“No.”

“You like it this way, gatinha?” he ground his hips and her pelvis bucked against it.

“Ahhhh,” she yelled. “Too much, Antonio.”

“Are you hurting?”

“No, I can’t come again … oh my God!”

“You will.”

He pounded hard in grinding thrusts. A sheen of sweat coated their skin, their breaths came faster and, when Antonio couldn’t hold back anymore, he surrendered everything.

He exploded inside her, his thrusts erratic as he gave her every last drop of his cum. He released her legs, but propped himself up so he wouldn’t crush her, slowly rocking, his breathing serrated. Her hand reached up and cupped his jaw.

His unfocused gaze sharpened on crystal blue irises. “I hope I fucked you properly.”

The corners of her mouth tipped up. “That’s a start.”

He arched a brow. “I swear, meu amor, if you say it was only satisfactory, you may not be able to walk for a week.”

Mischief glinted in her eyes. “Well … in that case …”

Charly stretched like a satisfied cat, wincing a little as her muscles complained. But it was a delicious soreness. Well-fucked and well-loved soreness. Poor Antonio. She seduced him mercilessly in the past four days until yesterday afternoon, he finally succumbed.

She should feel bad. The struggle he had to be gentle with her was palpable, but she was truly okay. More than okay. While she was feverish for the first few days and she became aware that Antonio was staying in the hospital room with her, and she’d been furious at him. She heard him questioning the nurses, telling them to be careful when they drew blood, intimidating them when he determined they were not on top of things.

Charly remembered telling him to “Fuck off.”

When they were alone though, he would be at her side the whole time, solicitous of her. There were also times she could feel his fear, threatening her to get well or else. Arrogant through and through. Charly didn’t doubt he could drag her back from the brink of death with his commanding voice.

And where was her lover?

She went to the bathroom to freshen up. After Charly turned off the faucet, she heard a bump, some clattering, and a curse. She smiled and walked back to their room. Crossing the threshold was Antonio carrying a tray. On it was her breakfast complete with a full glass of orange juice—for vitamin C, he said.

“You don’t have to keep bringing me breakfast up here,” Charly chided as she walked over to help, but one look from him and she shrugged, letting him take care of it.

He headed directly to the balcony where they’d been sharing their morning repast since the day they’d arrived in this house.

“When will Ida arrive?” she asked.

Oscar and Nico had flown back to Brazil and would be returning with Ida in tow. The housekeeper just needed to train her replacement.

“Are you getting tired of my cooking?” Antonio set the plates of scrambled eggs and bacon, toast, and jam on the round center table.

“I would hardly call