Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33162 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33162 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
“Your panties are soaked, Chloe.” He slid his fingers beneath the elastic and stroked through her slit. Roman pressed two fingers inside her and she let out a moan.
There was sudden pressure at the top of her bodice and she heard fabric tear. Opening her eyes, she was shocked to see that Roman had torn the dress from her body.
He took one of her tits into his mouth, biting at the tip. His other hand gripped the flesh of her ass, tightening his hold to the point of pain, but not going over it. He added another finger into her pussy, using his thumb to stroke her clit.
“You want my cock, don’t you?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Then get my cock out, baby.”
She reached for his pants and released the button, followed by the zipper. He was already rock-hard. Wrapping her fingers around the base, she began to work his cock as Roman did the same with her pussy. Suddenly, Roman pulled his fingers from her and spread his hands either side of the sofa.
“You know what to do. Take what you want, Chloe. Fuck me.”
He didn’t help, not as she grabbed his cock, and lined it up to her pussy. She had never done this before, but it was like they were magnets. She placed the tip of his cock against her, and then, inch by inch, sank down onto his length. They both cried out, but still Roman didn’t touch her.
She sat on his cock, taking him to the hilt. Chloe closed her eyes and reached out, grabbing his shoulders, using them as leverage as she began to work up and down his length, driving harder onto him.
“That’s it, baby, take it all. You want my cum, don’t you, ride it, fuck yesh. Let me see those tits bounce for me. You’re all mine, Chloe. Only my dick will satisfy you. Fuck yeah, I know you’re close, stop and make yourself come all over my cock.”
She kept one hand on his shoulder and the other reached between her legs and began to stroke her clit. She was so close, and with his cock deep inside her, she wasn’t able to prolong it. She came hard and fast. Any other time, she would have been mortified with how quickly she came, but not this time.
Returning her hand to his shoulders, she held onto him and began to fuck him, wanting him to fill her pussy. She stared into his eyes. Even as she had fought it, there was no denying it. She loved this man with all of her being.
She rode his cock, and when she felt him pulse inside her, it was her name that spilled from his lips.
Chapter Six
Roman checked over the necklace. It did look exactly like the one in the pictures he’d seen, but this could have been one of many produced. According to Chloe, her father had this one specially engraved.
“Where is the engraving?” Roman asked.
The man shook as he reached out and turned the locket over. “You need to open it, sir.”
Roman checked the lock and flicked it open, staring down inside. There were no pictures and as he held it up to the light, he saw the engraving, Mine Forever.
This was Chloe’s mother’s locket, given to her during her courtship with Chloe’s father. It was a sweet kind of romance when he heard Chloe talk about it.
He dealt with the man who had the ability to find anything, paid him a great deal, and then sent him away. He’d left Chloe at the apartment today so he could take care of some of the more delicate sides of his work. She didn’t need to see a few men get hurt, and she didn’t need to know that he was on the hunt for all the possessions she had no choice but to sell.
There was no way for him to acquire the house, as it had been purchased and knocked down as some kind of start-up neighborhood thing. He had looked into it—Chloe’s childhood home was no more, and the land where it stood actually had two homes now.
The locket was something he’d gotten along with several other items of furniture and trinkets. When the time was right, he’d take her to where he’d stored them all, but not now. Running a hand down his face, in the privacy of his office, he opened the locket again.
“My parents had this … love. I don’t know how to describe it. They just seemed to gravitate toward each other. Wherever he was, she wasn’t too far, and vice versa, you know.”
He didn’t have a clue.
Love wasn’t something he was accustomed to in his world. It was death, power, and greed. The women were usually as bloodthirsty as the men, determined to make it in this world. Their constant thirst for power rivaled their husbands’.