Semua Bab Sin: Ninety Days With The Sorvino Don: Bab 61 - Bab 70

I gently laid her on my bed, and God, the sight of her there sends me into overdrive. I have to constantly keep telling myself that I have to be gentle. That I have to take this slow.I slowly remove her pants and take in the sight of her. There she is, laying on my bed in nothing but a bra and panties. I am in heaven!I climb up on the bed with her, being careful not to hurt her. I kiss her again, showing her what she means to me. Then I begin my slow descent down her body. Kissing down her face, her chin, down her throat and across her collarbone. I kiss down the vee of her breasts and unclasp the front clip of her bra, releasing her breasts from their confines.I slowly kiss and suck one nipple, while I play with the other, pinching and teasing it to a perfect peak. Addison is moaning and wiggling on the bed, running her hands in my hair. I know that she loves this and so do I. I switch breasts, making sure to give the other one just as much attention as the first.The little moans

***SUMMET'S POV***I am having fun with Michelle, we are chatting and getting to know one another more when the chime winds starts blowing. "The rain is going to start pouring down soon*" Mich says, her rosy cheeks sweet. "Yeah! We need to go inside," I mutter. I know that is not what I want to say, but I need to run away from these things. "But the rain hasn't started yet. Let's go check out on the apple trees, maybe some apples have fallen," she exclaims. My eyes widen at that idea. "I want that," I muse out. We rush to the garden and I stand in the middle of a couple of trees, glistening with apples. "Oh, see that one, it's ripe. Can you climb a tree?" Mich asks and I not my head positively. "I can do that. Wait, let me see," I utter, taking off my shoes and walking towards the tree. Rain starts pouring then. "What a good weather to play under," Michelle adds. "Yes, but we could catch a cold," I say reasonably. "Uh huh! That's not what I can't to hear,

***SINCLAIR'S POV***The anger in me is pulsing out my veins and with each streak I make, it feels like a wounded animal. With all these creeping through my mind, I want to hurt someone. Anyone. Two hours since I have been in the hospital and no one has uttered a word to me. The nurses keep running around and doctors wouldn't fucking let me in, except if I can prove that I am somehow related to Summer. The file I was asked to fill is still empty and my eyes are hooded with displeasure. I fucking don't know basic facts about my woman. The double doors swing open in come in two men I have become acquainted with; Smokey and Gunner. Although Smokey looks like a wounded cat, his friend is hiding behind him, his eyes watching my men as if they will pull out their guns at them. "Don Sorvino," Smokey greets when he is a few steps away from me. I nod, "Smokey, Gunner. I'm sorry to call you this impromptu, but I also received a call that Summer had an accident and went unconsci

***MICHELLE'S POV***Fear grips my throat as I look around the room I have been kept in. I don't know how long I've been holed up here but this is not good. I shouldn't even have run away, but my conscience wouldn't let me stay there, knowing I hurt Summer so badly. She could even die. "No, no! She wouldn't," I let out, crying gently, letting all my tears run down my cheeks. The house is a two-storey building and the surroundings are just grass and neighbors. I wonder if someone could hear me out. This is one of those times I hate being a Sorvink because I get targeted. I've been threatened once and Dad put bodyguards on me. I don't know how long I kept resenting it until I couldn't do so anymore. Now, I've been kidnapped. With tears running down my eyes, I walk over to the window and try opening it. Locked.Of course, it has to be locked. No sensible kidnapper will leave the door open for their price to run away. When I hear footsteps in the hallway, I rush b

***SUMMER'S POV***The pounding sounds in my head are disheartening, especially when I open my eyes and feel the room spinning around. The white-painted walls are strangely familiar, and I can hear my heart beating in my ears. When I hear two familiar voices speaking, I open my eyes, happy to know that the men fit the voices."Smokey? Gunner?" I call out gently and I am surprised they rush to me, holding each side of my hand, squeezing it gently. "Oh, Summer. We are so sorry that you had an accident. Are you alright? Does it hurt? Should we call the doctor?" Gunner answers a number of questions, his blue eyes sparkling as he watches me intensely. "I'm fine, Gunner. Just a mother of a headache," I screech out. He nods, his eyes glancing over at Smokey before landing on me. "Is anything the matter?" I inquire, raising my brows at him.."No, of course not," Gunner drugs. Smokey hands me a glass of water with a straw on it and I occupy myself drinking from it, contented