Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 70127 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70127 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
“You aren’t going to introduce her to your twin?”
“No.”
“Come on, we’re family.”
“Doesn’t matter. She’s just some woman I’m sleeping with.”
“Then you shouldn’t care about introducing me.” He waggled his eyebrows. “I want to match the name Cassini to a face.”
I rose from the couch and left my glass and the bottle shards behind. “Mind your own business or find a new place to live.” I walked to the elevator, my breath smelling like all the booze I’d just inhaled.
“Maybe I could move in with Cassini. Getting rid of her husband should be easy.”
I hit the button on the panel.
“Who’s her husband anyway?”
“No idea. She won’t tell me.”
“He’s got to be rich and powerful to keep her on a leash.”
He had guards all over his complex and people watching her when he was gone, so he definitely ran some kind of successful and illegal business. “Not more rich and powerful than me.”
“Then maybe you should get her off that leash.” He stood up and faced me from behind the couch.
I stepped inside the elevator and waited for the doors to close. “She’s not my problem.”
He grinned. “Sure…”
16
Balto
I watched her black Bugatti pull into my compound and park in the designated spot where it couldn’t be seen from the gate. The men stood back with their guns lowered because they’d been expecting her.
I waited for her in the entryway, my hands in my pockets so I wouldn’t seem too eager. Unfortunately, Heath probably had looked out the front window to check to see who had come onto the property—and he would see how beautiful she was when she stepped out of the car.
She was definitely beautiful—in a tight black dress with heels.
I’d only seen her in black—and it was definitely her color.
With her hair in slight curls, that same red lipstick on her mouth, and confidence in her step, she was every inch of the woman that’d become my dick’s obsession. Just looking at her now made him hard in my jeans.
My men were smart enough not to stare—because I would take one of their guns and execute them all.
The sound of her heels grew louder as she approached me, the constant tap matching the sway of her hips. Her eyes settled on me, a distant spark that showed how much she’d looked forward to seeing me again. A slow smile spread across her lips, the happiness filling her eyes, and when she reached me, she rose on her tiptoes, cupped the back of my head, and kissed me.
Kissed me like she owned me.
My hand moved under her hair along her neck, and I pulled her closer to me, kissing her like I was the only man between her legs. My fingers held on to her as my arm wrapped around her slender waist. I squeezed her against me as my lips took her softly, hinting at all the things I planned to do to her once we got upstairs.
It’d been five days and five nights since I’d had her last.
That asshole got to enjoy her, while my dick had to enjoy my hand.
But now, she was mine again—even if it was just for a few hours.
With my arm still around her waist, I guided her inside the elevator and to my floor.
She turned into me and kissed my neck as we rose the four floors, like waiting a full minute was just too long. Her lips moved to my ear, and she kissed my earlobe. “I liked your picture…”
The one where my come dripped down my dick like a volcanic explosion had just taken place. I’d never jerked off so fast, but that picture she sent drove me wild. Nothing had ever turned me on so quickly.
Her lips caressed my ear as she spoke. “Now I want to taste you…”
The elevator doors opened to my floor, but I didn’t step into the living room. I was momentarily paralyzed by what she’d just said—and how much she meant it. I found my footing and escorted her inside.
I pulled my shirt over my head and dropped my jeans right in the middle of the room, wanting her mouth around my dick just like she promised. My boxers fell to my ankles and my cock was free, the vein in the shaft so thick, it was impossible not to notice. I’d never felt her tongue along the groove of my crown or her lips against my balls, and now I wanted it more than anything—right in the middle of my living room. “Then get on your knees.”
She obeyed, keeping her dress and heels on as her knees hit the rug.
Watching her do it with such enthusiasm made me want to skull-fuck her. My hand gripped the back of her head as I moved closer to her, my dick pressing against her warm cheek. I grabbed my length and directed it upward. “Suck my balls and work your way up.” I knew how I liked to be sucked off—and I didn’t waste time letting her figure it out.