Total pages in book: 166
Estimated words: 169305 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 847(@200wpm)___ 677(@250wpm)___ 564(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 169305 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 847(@200wpm)___ 677(@250wpm)___ 564(@300wpm)
But I couldn’t get the vision out of my head. Of her glistening pink pussy, so tight and pretty, like a half-bloomed rose, dripping for me.
Waiting for me to take it.
Fuck.
I grabbed my cock by the root, squeezed it hard, and began moving my fist back and forth, gaining speed as the pressure in my balls intensified.
The way she dripped for me.
The way she arched her back.
The way she had my cigar holder in her pussy.
Heat swirled in my stomach, and I came within seconds. The fastest I’d ever come. Jetting further than I’d thought possible.
Thick, hot cum painted my tiles.
I imagined it on her ass, dipping a finger into the pool of it, smearing myself all over her cheeks. Writing my name on her smooth skin in pearly white.
I shut off the water, staggered backward, and pressed my head against the tiles, closing my eyes.
Everything was changing.
Including me.
Ollie vB:
Is it just me or did Zachary pull a Houdini after slicing Brett Junior’s fingers off?
Romeo Costa:
Not just you.
Ollie vB:
@ZachSun, want my advice?
Zach Sun:
Not keen on taking advice from a man who collects more DNA than the FBI.
Ollie vB:
And the DEA, too.
Ollie vB:
Why does everyone here keep downplaying my achievements?
Romeo Costa:
You were saying…?
Ollie vB:
Right. My advice.
Ollie vB:
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Ollie vB:
Lidocaine condoms. So you don’t bust your load in 0.2 seconds.
Ollie vB:
Don’t say I never had your back.
“You look happy.”
The accusation rumbled past Andras’ lips as we danced on the piste. I could practically hear him glower.
His joints cracked like twigs beneath a boot. He was aggravating me, constantly beating at my sword, trying to push me into defensive mode.
I refused to cower.
My eyes crinkled behind my mask. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
I lunged forward, catching his shoulder.
“Very good, Fae. So, tell me, why are you happy?”
Maybe because I barely spent time at that godforsaken house anymore. The idea that it would rot and deteriorate—like the people inside it—no longer bothered me.
Dad wouldn’t want me to suffer to preserve a house on its last legs.
Or maybe because Zach never commented when I intruded into his domain. I’d taken a liking to napping in one of his guest rooms whenever I felt like it.
Spending time in his territory—even when he wasn’t there—made me feel safe. For the first time, I understood why people settled down. Put their faith in other humans and latched on tight.
That sense of security did wonders to the body.
Even my advances on the piste felt lighter.
Or maybe because the two-week mark was just around the corner, and that meant my first paycheck. I planned on cashing that in by asking Zach for the name of a good lawyer.
No point in keeping the good news all to myself.
I panted, twisting in place to avoid his attack. “I’m finally getting a lawyer to fight Vera.”
“Posture. Extend.” He corrected me, swatting my arm with his sword. While I adjusted, he pulled his mask up his forehead, even though we were mid-match. His face appeared before me, inked with confusion. “Where did you get the money?”
I straightened, sliding up from my lunge. “My new boss and I have… an arrangement.”
“Remek. You have a new job.” He yanked the mask completely off his head. “Who is the lucky boss?”
He didn’t smile, nor congratulate me.
Dread trickled into my gut. But I refused to let his lukewarm reaction get to me. He knew how desperately I wanted to contest the will.
This man cared for me. Wanted me to fulfill my dreams. Helped me reach them, even when I could no longer pay him for his time.
“Zachary Sun.”
Andras whistled low, giving me his back as he strode off the piste. “The billionaire with all the blind dates?”
I frowned. “Among other things.”
“Wonder why he’s willing to fund this little project of yours.”
So, I guess we finished practicing for today?
I dumped my mask on the sidelines, unclipping my fencing suit from the wire I was attached to with more force than necessary. It snapped back into place.
Slinging my sword carrier over my shoulder, I jogged behind Andras. “Hey, what are you insinuating? I’m just his housekeeper.”
Although, by now, I had a good idea why Zach had hired me. He’d said so out loud. He wanted me to cure him of his revulsion to humans.
If we were to fall into bed, however, it would be completely consensual and have nothing to do with his wallet.
It didn’t hurt that, lately, I felt seen around him. Protected and adored under the intensity of his persistent gaze.
Did I think the attention would last? Absolutely not.
The man had spent his entire adult life laser-focused on hostile takeovers, jumping from company to company. He could pivot in a blink.
So what?
Why shouldn’t I get to experience hot sex with a handsome man?
My life didn’t have to revolve around practice and work. I didn’t have a boyfriend. His mom still had his face plastered to the walls of every elite dating agency east of the Mississippi.