Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 102184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 511(@200wpm)___ 409(@250wpm)___ 341(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 511(@200wpm)___ 409(@250wpm)___ 341(@300wpm)
She gives me a coy look from beneath her lashes. “I never said you’d be fucking me.”
“If anyone’s going to be watching you having sex, it’ll be me doing the fucking. I can promise you that.”
She stares at me for a long beat of time, thinking. Breathing. Driving me insane with lust. “You never finished what you started the other night, when we were alone upstairs at the club.”
My hand twitches to touch her again. “Do you want me to finish?” I need to hear her give me her consent.
She bites her lower lip. “Yeah.”
“I’m such a bad man, aren’t I?” I move closer so I can position my hand between her legs. “I never finished off my greedy girl, did I?”
She shakes her head.
“I’m sorry for leaving you wanting.” I inch my hand up her thigh. “Let me take care of that ache you have for me right now.”
She moans as my hand traces higher.
“Spread your legs for me.”
She obeys and slips her hands on my shoulders. We’re nearly nose to nose, and her lips are so tempting. My cock grows, and I’ll have to take care of myself later. Because this is all about her right now. This is all about giving her the relief she so desperately needs.
“You’re so tight,” I say when I push a finger, and then another, into her entrance.
Her head falls back, and she moans as I pump my fingers, rubbing the heel of my hand against her clit. Her nails dig into my shoulders, and I wonder what it would be like to fuck her. How good her slippery cunt would feel wrapped around me.
I play with her pussy, feeling her walls constrict around my fingers. I push in a third finger.
“You like that?” I ask, already knowing she does by the way her body moves along my hand.
“God, yes,” she murmurs.
She rides my hand as I finger fuck her. My heartbeat pounds in my ears, and all the blood has rushed south, wanting more than anything to free the beast waiting to ravage her.
She hooks a leg around my waist and I watch as her mouth forms into a perfectly shaped O. Ah, she’s close which has me swimming with pride. “You’re going to come for me, aren’t you?”
“Yes. Yes.”
Her body is ready to unravel around me, and I pick up the speed. She leans forward, biting into my shoulder as she comes.
Swan keeps her eyes focused on mine as she moans through her orgasm.
After her body has calmed, I move away, but I can’t stop looking at her. She’s beautiful out here with the moonlight shining down on her like she’s an angel of the night.
“You’re stunning,” I tell her, my voice low and husky.
“So are you.”
I lean back, enjoying the cool night air against my skin.
She scoots closer, her hand reaching out to grip my dick. “Your turn.”
I want to talk to her about the prostitution ring. Ask her if somebody propositioned her to join. Maybe she’s already joined.
That thought enrages me and has my cock going from hard to soft in a matter of seconds.
I ease her hand away. “I have to ask you something.”
She licks her lips. “Ok, go ahead.”
I lean back, not really sure how to approach the subject with her. “There’s something going on in my club.”
She studies me. “You mean about the girls being murdered?”
I nod. “I need you to be completely honest with me.”
Her eyes grow bigger. “Absolutely.”
“Has anyone asked you to be part of something illegal?” God, I’m fucking this up. I don’t know how to come right out and ask her if she’s involved. And if she is involved, then what? What will I do?
“Illegal? Like what?”
“Prostitution?”
She gasps. “Is someone running a prostitution ring out of your club?”
I nod again. “Yes.”
“How do you know? How does it work?”
I want to tell her everything but first I need to make sure she isn’t involved. “You need to tell me you’re not involved.”
She grabs my hand and places it over her chest. “I swear to you, I’m not.”
I stare into her gorgeous green eyes, getting a little lost before I tell her everything Kurt told me. I explain to her about Kurt and Derek’s fight. I tell her everything I know.
“Can I see the card?” she asks.
“Yes.”
“Can I ask you something?” she whispers.
“Sure.”
“Who do you think is behind it?” Her eyes won’t meet mine, and I’m a little perplexed by her question. Not because she’s asked it, but because I have to actually try to think of who could be behind all these murders.
“Honestly, I don’t know.”
“Do you think it’s someone from the club?” The worry in her voice is tangible. It makes me want to wrap her up and protect her from this crazy world.
“I do.” Maybe I shouldn’t be talking about this with her, but there’s something about this woman that makes me want to bare my soul to her. To trust her. “I want you to know something, Swan.” I move across the hot tub until I’m right in front of her. “I’m doing everything in my power to catch this asshole and bring him to justice.”