Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 44212 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 221(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 147(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44212 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 221(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 147(@300wpm)
My only problem now is that I hadn’t expected to be sideswiped by the girl I’d just left alone in my bedroom upstairs. My beef wasn’t with her it was with her old man. But from the first time I sunk my dick into her my shit has been off. Just like a fucking skirt to mess shit up.
9
Damien
* * *
I looked down at the phone in my hand and thought of my enemy and what comes next. My first strike had been to take his most prized possession, his beauty queen daughter. The girl was barely nineteen and had already won enough crowns to fit the heads of the European monarchy.
If he knew he was gonna be an asshole he should’ve kept her well hidden instead of parading her gorgeous ass all over the news media. What the fuck ever. I’ve already spent way too much time thinking about her fine ass. Time to go to work.
I had a plan of action in my head but who knows what could go wrong? Being back stateside was like culture shock. In the jungle I just had to give the word to get shit done, no question.
I had cops and politicians in my pocket. Not to mention judges and whoever else could be of use. Here, I’d need to set up a whole new network but who had the time?
I’m not sure if her old man hadn’t done his homework, if he hadn’t known that my dad had a son out there somewhere when he started his shit. If that was the case then he’d been in for a rude awakening.
Dad and I may have been separated by miles, but through the years the old man had really reached out and we’d done a good deal to bridge the gap. I got to know him as a man and I liked who he was.
It was a shock the day he’d told me he was proud of me, proud to call me son. That was after I’d sent him a dossier on myself. I thought he had the right to know what his child had become. Lucky for me he only saw the training and toughening up shit and none of the fuckery I did that would land my ass in ten jails if it came to light.
Then he’d died suddenly a week ago and left me everything, with a stipulation in his will that I come home. I guess I could go from underworld boss to legitimate businessman, but it was gonna take some doing.
Plus, I don’t see why I can’t blend the two together. No way am I giving up all my contacts and shit. I was already making plans to bring some of my team over once I got the lay of the land.
I got tired of my own company when I realized I couldn’t make the call. It was selfish as fuck, but I wanted one more night with her. One more night of her sweet softness before everything goes to shit.
* * *
She was just coming out of the bathroom when I walked into the room. She looked up shyly as I entered and not for the first time I wondered how someone like him could’ve fathered someone as sweet as her.
I didn’t say anything as I held her eyes with mine and crossed the room. I took the towel she’d been using to dry her hair from her hand and dropped it to the floor, before pulling her into my arms. “I want you again.”
She didn’t have a chance to answer because I lowered my head and fed her my tongue. I made easy work of the towel she had wrapped around her, letting that too drop to the floor at her feet before lifting her up and walking the few steps it took to reach the bed.
Because I knew what she felt like, how she tasted and what being inside her again was going to do to me, I had a fever in my blood. But I told myself that this time I was going to take my time. That this time I’ll make sure she’s as hooked on my shit as I seem to be on hers.
She tasted like she’d just come out of the bath, warm and sweet as I nibbled my way along her neck down to her tit. I teased her nipple with the tip of my tongue until she squirmed and opened her legs wider.
Her hands pulled at my shirt to get it off and I helped her before going back to her nipple. I wanted her screaming before I took her, that’s the only reason I didn’t take my pants off. I knew once my cock got anywhere near her scent the jig was up.
So I took my time making love to her nipples, bringing both to hardness before making my way down her middle to her sweet spot. I didn’t have as much time before to really look at her. But now I did.