Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 84843 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 424(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84843 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 424(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
With him deep inside me, I reached between and began to stroke my clit.
“Yeah, that’s it, baby. Make yourself come all over my cock. I want to hear it. Come on.”
I sank my fingers into his shoulder as I worked myself to orgasm. I came, and he didn’t let up, pounding his way inside me, pulling me down one final time to flood my pussy with his cum.
We were both panting by the end of it.
My hair had fallen forward, and Earl pushed it back. He brought me in close and his lips on mine was the best feeling in the world.
The way he touched me made it harder for me to deny my feelings. I hated lying to him. Hated lying to myself.
This wasn’t good.
Sex was amazing, but at no point Earl did promise more than this.
I didn’t see a future for us. He’d never granted me the chance of having one.
“You’re fucking amazing, you know that?” he asked.
“You’re not so bad yourself.”
The words he said. I easily forgot that he’d taken me as payment. All he’d ever wanted was my hymen, my firsts. The way he talked, it was like we were in a relationship, and each time, I kept on falling for it. I had to learn this meant nothing.
We were a business deal.
That was all.
****
Earl
I got a call from my yacht.
A plea for help.
I’d rounded up my men and went to where it was docked.
Blood covered the walls and floor. I’d discovered ten dead bodies. The three women who’d opted to work for me were slashed up.
To many, this sight was disgusting. With the life I lived, this was child’s play. Wrong, but not unexpected.
This was a clear message, and Knight, the piece of shit, had sent it to me.
My men were already in the process of cleaning it up. Bodies would be destroyed and everything cleaned up as if there was no evidence. My cell phone rang, and I saw it was an unknown caller, but I wasn’t a fool.
I ignored the call.
I wasn’t going to give Knight the satisfaction of gloating.
With the mess being cleaned, I left the doc and found my right-hand man, Ford, waiting. He was the one person I trusted. He’d proven himself to me time and time again. I had no reason to doubt his intentions. He got off his cell phone.
“Security footage shows ten men entering the yacht at which point everything goes black. Within twenty minutes, it’s all back on, and the yacht looks untouched,” Ford said. “The clerk had to use the bathroom. It was the only time he wasn’t manning the desk.”
I could leave a trail of bodies up and down the city, but that was how amateurs played.
If I lost my temper now, Knight won. He’d been wanting my spot at the top for a long time.
My cell phone alerted me to an email.
Without a word to Ford, I opened it up. It was from an unknown sender. Most of these went to spam, so I was more than pissed I was being distracted.
However, I clicked on the wrong fucking thing and opened it to find a picture of Ashley in my apartment. It was taken outside of the building, but I saw her clearly. She stood a few feet away from the window, looking out over the city.
She was terrified of heights, and closing the curtains was a real challenge to her.
Who’s watching her?
The words came with the attachment.
I pulled up my caller ID and started to make a call to the men I left in charge of her safety.
No one was picking up.
“Get me back to my apartment.”
Ford had seen the email and already responded, putting a call out to his men, trying to get one of them to answer.
I ended up calling through to the apartment, but it rang and rang.
The dock was a good thirty minutes away from my apartment.
“Fucking put your foot down,” I yelled at Ford.
I didn’t care how this made me look. The only person who mattered was my woman.
Ashley. She was in danger, and it was all my fault.
I had to get to her. Save her. Protect her.
My heart raced as we made our way through the city. As he drove, Ford was still making calls, trying to find out what the hell was going on, and I was close to losing my mind.
I needed to get to her, to make her safe.
Ever since the accident, I’d put all the necessary precautions in place. More men in the building. I never took her out. I’d even resorted to playing games with her so she didn’t get bored.
Whatever she even suggested, I got her.
I kept her safe.
There was no way Knight should have known about her, unless he had known about her and he’d used this as a distraction to get me out of the fucking house.