Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 67553 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 338(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67553 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 338(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
I’d instructed Daniil not to breach the ship because of just how vast it was. There were so many places to hide and even more places to hole up and wait to ambush someone.
I was not interested in having any of my men die today because of something stupid I’d asked them to do.
No, the best strategy was to hope that Cayden was still okay and wasn’t being tortured, and they had an ulterior motive in taking him, not to just kill him.
The woman behind the desk looked at her watch, and I knew that she was about to head outside for her smoke break, leaving her station unattended for at least the next fifteen minutes.
I’d watched her do it four times now, and I knew that I should probably leave. But I couldn’t.
My body craved the woman with a ferocity that I was damn tired of fighting.
After today, having her in that office that Cayden used to clean his money, I realized that fighting this was futile.
That wasn’t going to stop me from trying, though.
Maybe she would get smart and tell me to fuck off.
Maybe she would offer up some resistance, and I would be able to get my composure back.
Or maybe…
I walked across the lobby the moment that the front desk clerk disappeared outside and around the corner.
My fingers went to work on the computer, and I nearly laughed when I saw the attendant’s login credentials written on a Post-it Note stuck to the computer.
Seeing no reason not to use the easy way, I logged in, then found what room Brecken was in.
It was, surprisingly, the biggest room they had available.
Unsurprisingly, the reason she had the biggest room was because she was sharing a suite with someone else.
Fuckin’ awesome.
Luckily, there were two rooms in the suite, and I wouldn’t be visiting her with someone in the room.
At least, that was what I thought.
When I used the keycard I’d made for myself to get in, I quietly walked through the dark entry and nearly cursed when it was so easy to get in.
There were fucking locks for a goddamn reason.
I’d have to reiterate how dangerous life was and that she needed to start taking better care of herself.
My eyes took in the multitude of bags that were on the floor in the living room and the poor excuse for a couch that was squeezed between a desk and the wall.
I peeked my head into the first room I saw—which wasn’t closed—and noted that there were two queen beds in the room.
Both of the beds were occupied.
Shit.
I walked into the room on silent feet and checked out both occupants, noting neither one was Brecken.
I walked out of the room just as quietly as I’d entered and went to the second door, this one luckily closed.
The second room’s door squeaked slightly when I opened it, and I cursed the intrusive noise.
Then I saw that in this room, there were also two beds. And again, both beds were occupied.
Goddammit.
My plans started to alter the moment that I stepped up to the first bed.
Another woman.
Not Brecken.
Completely out, and older.
I moved to the other bed, and there she was.
She was wearing a t-shirt and nothing else.
Her tiny tits were braless, and the tips of her nipples were visible through the gray fabric.
I pulled the bedspread down, revealing her panty-covered ass.
Boy shorts that barely covered her ass.
I ran my finger along the line of her panties, starting at her outer hip, and running along until her thighs touched on the inner edge.
She shifted, moving more onto her belly than her side, hiking one leg up and straightening the other.
My cock instantly went hard.
Not that it wasn’t already well on the way to hard after seeing her in a shirt and panties only.
“Mmmm,” she groaned in her sleep.
I glanced through the darkness to the bed beside me and realized that the woman was wearing earplugs.
I could see them glowing in the dark pressed into her ear.
Grin spreading wide at the sight, I turned back to the bed and studied the woman in front of me.
I knew what I should do—that was leave and never come back.
But what I should do, and what I did do, were two different things.
Shifting my cock into a more comfortable position in my sweatpants—clothes that I’d put on to blend into the background a little more—I tucked it into my waistband and slowly put a knee to the bed.
Brecken still didn’t move.
I knew she wouldn’t wake up.
I’d spent a lot of nights in her apartment the last couple of weeks.
And in those weeks, I’d realized that the woman could sleep through a bomb going off.
Which, in my opinion, wasn’t a good thing.
At least, any other time but now.
Today, though, I wanted to play.
I wanted to get her worked up.
I wanted to make her pussy weep.