Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26645 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26645 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
She trusts me? She needs my help?
It’s like my life suddenly makes sense. But I also know, she could ruin me with a look. She could destroy me with a word. But she’s worth the risk.
“Tell me what you need, and it’s yours,” I manage to choke out, unable to keep my eyes from trailing up and down her body.
“May I sit?” She motions toward the black leather and chrome chair in front of me as I bite back the urge to tell her there’s only two places I want her to sit from now on.
On my face or on my dick.
I’m in stunned silence as I nod, and her lush pink lips curve into a smile, then I see it.
My greedy eyes are no longer focused on her for my own lust. No, anger flushes away the warm feelings and in its place is a murderous rage.
On her lip, there’s a swollen cut surrounded by a bruise she’s tried to cover with some make up.
As she sits, her purity and sweetness wrap around me, and whatever hurt her is going to have to answer to me.
“That wasn’t there Thursday,” I grit out through clenched teeth as my fingers flex then ball into fists. “Did someone hurt you?”
Just saying the words sends blades into my heart.
“No, I…” She stalls, and I already know she’s going to lie to me. I wonder what she’s trying to cover. Or who she’s trying to cover for. “I slipped and fell. You know a good lawyer?”
She smiles again, but there’s no humor there. I can tell she’s trying so hard to be strong.
Determination shines in her brilliant eyes, and I am rapt as I lean my ass against the edge of my desk. Her eyes flick toward the front of my pants, where my suit jacket barely veils the rock-hard monster underneath that is making even standing damn fucking uncomfortable right now.
“See, I have a problem. My aunt…” She pauses, wiggling a little in the chair, easing the coat off her shoulders as I reach out to lend a hand, holding it while she pulls one arm out, then the other, revealing the creamy skin of her neck and shoulders. The willowy length of her arms under the thin spaghetti straps of her dress confirms there’s nothing between her tits and the thin silky fabric. “She owns a house downtown. It’s been involved in a court case for a year, and yesterday…”
She takes a deep breath, her chest rising, the pebbles of her nipples like bullets under her dress. I want to listen to her voice and watch her lips move forever. I’m hypnotized.
A dot of a beauty mark above her lip calls for my touch. For my kiss. Her fingers curl around the arms of the chair, turning her knuckles white, and I realize she’s not here to ask me to buy some cookies for charity or sponsor her brother’s little league team.
This is serious.
“See, your company is scheduled to demolish her house. The papers were delivered this morning that the court ruled against us. Her house is forfeited to the state for some project. It’s all bullshit and the officials I’m sure have all been paid off, and honestly, you might be as dangerous as the men that showed up at the house yesterday, but I have no other options. I’m here to beg you, to offer myself, or anything I have, for you to not move forward with the demolition. To do something to stop what’s happening. I’ll do anything. Please, can you help us?”
She’s too sweet and pure for the burden she’s carrying, and I already know whatever it takes, I will figure this out for her, but now that I have a grasp on the situation, that cut on her lip and the other makeup-covered bruise on her chin make sense.
I know Buffalino. He’s not above hitting a woman or having his muscle do it for him.
Rage consumes me. The days of text messages we’ve exchanged did not prepare me for the onslaught of feelings I have for this girl.
“Sounds like you need a Daddy,” I grunt, the words before I can stop them.
They hang in the air between us as I watch her tits rising and falling with every heavy breath. She licks her lips, and then, the magic happens. She gives the briefest, most imperceptible nod.
Her agreement. Her signature on the dotted line of the deal of my lifetime. My help, in exchange for everything she has to give. And I’m taking it. God help me, but I can’t leave that offer on the table.
I will fix this for her, but there are other forces at play I need to address. The last thing I would do is put her in more danger, so as hard as it is, I’m not going to do what I want, which is to slide that dress up, spread her legs and eat my fill of that heavenly nectar that’s waiting for me between them.