Total pages in book: 247
Estimated words: 248926 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1245(@200wpm)___ 996(@250wpm)___ 830(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 248926 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1245(@200wpm)___ 996(@250wpm)___ 830(@300wpm)
Usually a question like that and those statements would give me pride, but this time they made me nervous. Was this my mouse’s desires or the inner needs of Lunita? And if Emily watched me kill Fela, would Lunita return to join the fun too?
“Kaz?”
I blinked. “Did Fela mention anything else?”
She frowned. “He brought up Daryl and how they planned for me to kill you. He was trying to fuck with my head and taunt my. . .darkness as well as keep me on the phone.”
Little do you know, Fela? You do not want to taunt Lunita.
Someone knocked on the door.
I sighed. “I will be right back, mysh.”
“What?” She tugged at the binds. “Don’t leave me here.”
“I am getting our order.” I grabbed my robe and put it on. “You will still be in my sight.”
“You better hurry your ass back here.”
“Yes, mysh.”
“I mean it, Kaz.”
“I would never abandon you.”
“You do and I am going to get free and come for you.”
My cock jerked.
“I’m serious!”
“Hmmm. You always turn me on with your threats.” Tying the robe’s belt, I walked away, went to the door, and opened it five inches.
David’s face greeted me.
I raised my eyebrows. “Where is my order?”
David gestured to the long silver cart, covered with items. Tons of fruit filled crystal bowls—sliced plums and peaches, strawberries and cherries. In the center, there were cups of warm honey, caramel, and chocolate.
A large knife lay on the side of the cart.
David smirked. “Baba saw me pushing this up and advised that the baby will need all four food groups.”
“Tell, Baba, that I will definitely consider that.” I winked at him. “You can leave the table. I will push it in.”
“You?”
“Yes. I know how to do things for myself.”
David’s smirk widened, telling me he knew exactly what was going on. “Well. . .I do not want to interrupt your. . .feast, but the couple is here.”
I gazed at the cup of melted chocolate syrup. Steam rose from the top. “What couple?”
“The couple that is supposed to take care of Paolo.”
Fast, I waved my hand. “No.”
David stepped back. “No?”
“Absolutely not.”
“Do you want me to tell them to go”
“No.” I lowered my voice. “Have them stay the night. Check them into a nice suite. Also, tell them to order everything, even a masseuse if they desire it.”
“O-kay.”
“Emily and I already argued tonight, David. I need sex and sleep. We can deal with this hard topic tomorrow.”
David nodded. “Enjoy your evening, Kazimir.”
I watched him walk off.
Damn you, Pavel. Even from the grave you cause problems.
My stomach twisted with the reality of what could come tomorrow. Maxwell claimed that Emily had imprinted onto the boy. I had already told her several times that he couldn’t stay with us. It was time to end this situation soon.
After David disappeared, I stepped out into the suite’s hallway.
My men turned the other way.
I grabbed the end of the cart, pushed it into the dining area, and then shut the door.
Emily sighed. “It’s about time. Who was that?”
“David brought my order.”
“And what is your order?”
“You will find out soon, mysh.”
“I want some dick.”
I chuckled.
“Right now.”
Stop saying that. You make me want to stuff you.
I placed the cart next to the end of the table where her head rested.
“Let us begin.” I dipped my finger into the warm chocolate. When I lifted my hand, chocolate dripped from the tip. The alluring sweet scent rose in the air.
“Mmmm.” Emily smiled. “What did you order? It smells good.”
“Open your mouth.”
She parted those full lips.
“Stick out your tongue.”
She did as I said.
I brought the finger over to her mouth. Chocolate dripped along her breasts. Then, I dove my finger into her mouth.
Groaning, she sucked on my finger, making my cock deliriously jealous. The warm, wet pressure of her mouth triggered a bolt of heat to surge through me.
I slid my finger away and then licked up the drops of chocolate from her breasts.
“Oh.” She writhed under my tongue. Her stiff nipples jiggled.
I moved away.
She pouted. “I want more.”
I smiled. “More chocolate?”
“More of your tongue.”
A dark chuckle left me. I grabbed one of the peaches, dipped it in caramel, and fed it to her.
She groaned with pleasure.
“Which did you like better, mysh? The chocolate or the caramel covered peach?”
She smirked. “I liked your tongue the best.”
“That was not an option.”
“Still, I want your tongue.”
“Is that all you want?”
“Your cock too.”
“Hmmm.”
“And I want to see you.”
“Do you now?”
“I want to see that damn six pack and those biceps bulging as you fuck me.”
I took off the robe. It fell to the floor.
“But most of all. . .”
Quirking my brows, I grabbed a sliced strawberry and dipped it in the warm honey. “Most of all?”
“I want to see your cock going in and out of me.”
I gritted my teeth, trying to restrain myself.
“Now, Kaz.”
Another dark chuckle left me. “But, I am spoiled?”