Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 78076 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78076 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
His fingers stiffened in my hair, and he slowly turned his head to look at me.
“Don’t worry about the boyfriend comment. I was just trying to get my point across.”
He remained still, his eyes on me.
“My father seemed happy to see me…but also cold at the same time. Everyone else looked at me like I was a goddamn ghost or something. Catherine is pinned under my father’s thumb, obeys him and her husband like a dog. I don’t know what to do…”
“I don’t think there’s anything you can do.”
“She’s my sister… I can’t just abandon her.”
“She’s not your responsibility.”
“Well, if my mother were here, she wouldn’t let this shit fly. And I won’t either.” At least, I think she didn’t let it fly. The older I got, the more I saw my father for what he really was. Why would she have married him in the first place? Was he different when they first met? Did the money and power corrupt him later? I grabbed the scotch and took a big drink, let the burn clear my throat of all the bullshit I’d swallowed at the funeral.
“What’s this guy’s name?”
“Lucas. Why?”
“He tried to hit you. You thought there would be no repercussions for that?” He looked at me with that intense gaze, his jawline hard like he was ready to break a fist with his mouth.
“Victor stopped it. I told you that.”
“Doesn’t change anything. You don’t threaten my woman and walk free.”
“I provoked him—”
“Doesn’t. Change. Anything.”
“Bartholomew, just let it go—”
“I don’t let anything go.” His hand moved underneath my hair and gripped the back of my neck. The ferocity was in his dark eyes, like I was the one who was stupid enough to cross him. “Ever.”
His thumbs hooked into my thong, and he pulled it down my long legs. Now I was naked on the bed, and he took his time moving up my body, kissing the insides of my knees, my thighs, and then pressing hot kisses to the area where I craved him most. His tongue expertly kissed me, tasted me, made me shed tears long before I was ready to come.
He continued upward, kissing my tummy, the skin over my ribs, and then sucking my nipples so hard it made me wince. He dragged his tongue up the valley between my breasts then kissed my collarbone. By the time his face was above mine, I was so desperate, I was about to lose my goddamn mind.
His thighs separated mine, and then his big dick sank inside me. Slow and steady, it inched into my tightness before it hit the flood of my arousal. Then it was a smooth entry, his enormous size burrowed into my smallness.
My hands scooped underneath his shoulders, and I hooked my ankles around his waist as I let him dominate me. The heat of his body sealed me in place, his weight pinning me against the mattress right where I wanted to be. My nails dug deeper because it was so good, exactly what I wanted after such a shitty day.
He rocked into me, burying himself more fully with every thrust, staring at me with a look so deep it looked like hatred.
If I hadn’t had him to come home to, I wasn’t sure how I would have survived this day. My fingers dug deep into his dark hair, feeling my body shift as he rocked into me, lost in a heat so searing it was like fucking on the sun.
14
BARTHOLOMEW
I reached for my phone on the nightstand.
We’re ready for you.
I set the phone down and looked at the woman wrapped around me like a blanket. She used my chest as a pillow, used my body as her favorite stuffed animal to snuggle with. With tangled hair and ruined makeup, she was sexed up real good. Made it hard to leave.
I gently slipped from her grasp and replaced my body with a different pillow.
She didn’t stir at all.
I grabbed my phone and walked out.
A change of clothes was in the other room, so I laced up my boots and grabbed my jacket before I got into the car waiting for me downstairs. It took me across town to one of my other properties.
It was dead of night, almost three in the morning, perfect time to be alive.
I walked inside and hit the second floor.
There they were. All four of them. Hands zip-tied behind their backs. Their ankles restrained too.
I noticed the wrench and pile of teeth on the floor. I looked at Bleu.
He gave a guilty shrug. “Warmed them up for you.”
I examined the men on their knees. They seemed to know who I was because one of them pissed himself right there on the hardwood floor. “Who wants to go first?”
“I have a family.” The first one in the row spoke out of terror. “A wife…three kids. Come on, please—”