Total pages in book: 123
Estimated words: 114584 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 573(@200wpm)___ 458(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114584 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 573(@200wpm)___ 458(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
“A warm hole to sink into.”
“I can’t remember the last time you went somewhere to get pussy.”
“I can’t remember the last time you held back on taking something that is rightfully yours.” Obviously, he is referring to Elena, and again his comment sparked rage inside of me. He would be lucky if I didn’t murder him by the end of the day for insulting me like that.
“I’m still your boss, Markus. I make the rules, and I say what the fuck goes. Or did you forget that?” I hiss and shove from my chair. I wasn’t sure I could kill Markus. He was a friend who always had my back.
There isn’t an ounce of fear on his face as I walk over to him, my hand on my gun. Markus looked at death the same way I did. Eventually, it would come for us. It was inevitable. The only thing is, you never know when it will happen.
“Let’s fucking go before I murder you,” I say, pushing past him and out the door.
Calling for the driver, he arrives outside at the same time Markus and I do. We climb into the black SUV, and we drive to Dimension. Markus and I are both silent during the drive, and it gives me a moment to clear my head.
When we arrive at the run-down building, I decide there is no better time than now to check in on the staff.
“Check with the bartender and see how everything is going. Let them know we will bring someone in soon,” I tell Markus as I check my phone, my finger hovering over the camera app. Watching her isn’t going to sedate my need or help matters. I need to fuck someone, someone who can handle a hard pounding. God knows if I fucked Elena the way I want to, she would break in half beneath me.
Markus nods, acknowledging what I’ve asked him to do, and we walk in together, the two guards who usually man the doors aren’t in place, which angers me. Walking inside, I survey the bar; there are a few patrons in it, and the stage has a couple men sat eye-balling the dancing chick. Music beats through the place, and a stripper works the pole, grinding her ass against it like it’s a cock. Stale smoke filters into my lungs when I take a breath, combined with sweat and perfume.
“I’m going to go check the viewing rooms and see if I can find any available pussy,” I tell Markus, who gives me a chin nod and heads off to the bar.
The long hall off to the right of the stage is where Roberto’s office used to be and where all the rooms are for the private dances that take place, and by private dances, I mean fuck sessions.
Numerous doors lead into different private viewing rooms, and as I walk down the hall, I try and decide which room to walk into.
My balls ache, and my cock has permanently been stiff since Elena arrived. Maybe taking the edge off is what I need.
A door opens, and a dark-haired, half-dressed stripper crosses in front of me, and I don’t even think, I just react. Grabbing her by the arm, I harshly tug her back toward the door she just came out of. She lets out a gasp, which she covers with a seductive grin when she realizes who grabbed her.
Women fawn over me, toss themselves at me, begging for me to fuck them, and luckily the women here know just how I like it. Hard and fast.
“Mr. Moretti,” she purrs as I open the door and walk inside, her body rubbing against mine like a cat might rub against someone’s leg. Releasing her as if her body is fire, I take a step back. She knows why I’ve grabbed her, and she knows if she does well, she’ll get a nice tip.
“Get on your hands and knees,” I growl and watch as she complies eagerly, scurrying over to the bed without question, and nothing like I imagine Elena would be if I ordered her to. Knowing how innocent and naive she is, I bet she’d cry, and I’d have to force her.
Annoyance spreads through me like a wildfire at the thought. I want to get my dick wet since I know I’ll have to wait till next week, at the very least, to fuck my virgin bride, not be beaten down with thoughts of her while I’m doing it. My annoyance boils over, becoming pure anger. I don’t understand why every thought I have leads back to her.
The brunette on her knees looks at me over her shoulder and licks her red lips while batting her eyes.
“I’m going to fuck you hard and fast, and you aren’t going to whimper, cry, or say a word. Do you understand?”