Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 88114 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88114 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
I lean back and kiss him over my shoulder as he presses his thick tip against my gaping, wet entrance, and he slowly slides inside. He goes deep and I gasp, whispering, moaning as he fills me. He fucks me from behind like that, taking me slow at first, then hard and savage. I’m bent over the piano, my hair pulled, my ass slapped and spanked. “Leave a bruise,” I moan. “Leave a fucking bruise, Kellen.”
He spanks me hard and growls in response. I work my back, bucking along his shaft. “Come on, asshole, spank me.”
His eyes gleam as he spanks me again and again, fucking me hard, hand fisted in my hair and pulling rough. I groan and grunt in response and take him deep and yes, fuck, yes, the pleasure and pain mingle to create utter and wild ecstasy in my brain, euphoria rips down my spine and builds in my core, and I swear I’m ripped away into rapture. His hard palm on my soft skin and his thick cock stretching me out drives me to oblivion.
I want it, every inch. I gasp, panting, and he keeps going until I finally reach the end, the bliss, the peak. I come, moaning his name, “Kellen, Kellen, oh god, fuck yes, Kellen,” and he fucks me, spanks me, and finishes deep between my legs. He fills me deep and when we’re done, we collapse onto a couch I bet hasn’t been used in years.
“I forgot to mention,” I say, kissing his neck and touching his cheek as he hugs me close. “You can live here too, if you want.”
“Oh, yeah? You think there’s room?” His breath is warm against my ear.
“We’ll manage.”
“That’s very generous of you.”
“Thanks, I try.”
“But how do you know I want to live with you? Might ruin the mystery a bit.” He bites my earlobe and I push him playfully.
“I have a feeling we can make it work. Separate wings might be a good idea.”
“I like it. I can chase you through the halls before I take you.”
“Easy, there.”
“No, babe, I don’t want it easy.” He kisses me softly and holding me tight against him. “Easy is boring. I want the ups and downs and the heartache and the yearning. I want it all with you. Now, come here and make it hard for me, darling.”
Chapter 32
Kellen
Haze from half a dozen lit cigars rolls around the ceiling beneath the fan and the overhead lights make shadows twist over the long mahogany table deep in the heart of the mansion. Hayle family captains sit around lounging, smoking, watching me. Finn’s there with Angus, along with Burke and a few of his neutral friends, and several of the captains that have officially come to my side: Rogello Galofre, Jacob Townsend, Tovia Macondo, and a few others.
Tara sits on my left, right where she belongs. I put her in a gold dress and studded her with jewelry, and she looks like a movie star from the twenties, like a fucking goddess sitting among mere mortal men. She glows, beautiful, and it’s hard to keep my eyes off her.
I notice several of my men looking at her too.
I don’t know if I’m angry or happy. I wanted her around to distract them, but also because I want them to understand how deeply she’s involved in everything.
But to have her ogled like this?
Fuck, I don’t know if I can resist the urge to break someone’s knees tonight.
“Gentlemen, thank you all for coming,” I say and Burke laughs.
“We’re not fucking gentlemen, Kellen, god damn it. Let’s not pretend like we are.”
The others all laugh. Burke beams at them. He’s popular among the other captains and the lieutenants—power didn’t go to his head and he still acts like one of them instead of like one of the biggest bosses in the family. Humility sometimes can be its own strength.
Even though it’s all bullshit with Burke.
“All right then. Thank all you fucking scumbag loan sharks and killers and thieves for coming to my humble abode.”
More laughter. I grin at them.
“Not that we had a choice,” Tovia says. He’s a thin man, dark hair, dark eyes. “Word’s out about you. Seems like the whole family’s having a civil war now.”
“This isn’t a war,” I say, shaking my head slowly. “The war’s been fought. The war’s already over. Those few captains and crews that still back Hugh won’t last for long. They’re few, and getting fewer every day as the fucking cowards run from the city and hide out in other states. We’ll hunt those bastards down and they’ll end up dead in their beds before long, but first it’s Hugh. We need him, and we need him now.”
Some more murmurs. Burke leans forward, puffing his cigar, and uses it to point at me. “How do you propose you do that, eh?”