Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 78076 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78076 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
“How do you get them to keep their mouth shut?”
“We don’t,” he said with a slight shrug. “Most of the police force is on my payroll, so sometimes they’ll be dispatched to investigate what we’re doing. I let them do what they’ve got to do…and then they’re eventually called off by my guys. No one has to die.”
“Why do you spare them?”
He considered my words for a long time. “They’re just doing their jobs, right? Looking for a paycheck to support their families and whatnot. Besides, they take care of the little guys on the street, so I don’t have to. We’re allies—even if they don’t know it.”
I believed he wasn’t pulling my chain, making me believe in some lie.
He sank in the chair, arms crossing over his chest, his head cocked slightly.
“I said I was sorry—”
“But it was immediately followed by a justification for your assumption. You basically said, ‘I’m sorry I accused you of something so disgusting, but it was a fair assumption because of A and B.’” He continued to stare at me with those angry eyes. “In case you haven’t noticed, I get pussy without even asking for it. I definitely don’t need to take it by force.”
“And if your men were to do that?”
“They definitely aren’t doing it on the job. We’re too busy working. And we have a running tab with the brothels, so they can get their jollies there.”
“Is that what you do?” I asked point-blank.
“Yes.” He answered my question without hesitation, without shame. “I pay for sex regularly—except for now, of course.”
Now I did feel a bit foolish for assuming he was anything like my father. Never met a drug lord so blatantly honest. “I really am sorry for what I said.”
For the first time, the coldness melted off his face, and his body became less rigid. “Thank you.”
“You seem like an honest guy.”
“Too honest—as I’ve been told.”
We sat there in silence for a while. He stared at me. I stared at him. His quiet rage seemed to evaporate slowly as the minutes ticked by.
“I was just about to make dinner. Would you like to join me?”
He gave a slow nod. “Sounds good, sweetheart.”
We’d just finished dinner when he abruptly walked away.
Headed for my bedroom, he stripped off his jacket and left it on the floor. His shirt came next, a breadcrumb trail leading through the open door to my bedroom. He sat on the edge of the bed and unlaced his boots before he yanked them off and unbuttoned his jeans. He stood up and pushed those down before he removed his boxers.
Hard as a rock.
He looked at me across the room. “Get your ass in here, sweetheart.” He lay back on the bed, his back supported against the headboard, his fat dick propped up against his stomach.
The glass of wine hovered at my lips for seconds, mesmerized by the naked man now in my bed. I finally drank the red at the bottom of my glass before I entered the bedroom. My heart was always in my throat when it came to him. I experienced this indescribable rush that made me feel numb and also alive. He made me just a little bit nervous, but not nervous enough that I wanted to run away.
At the foot of the bed, I undressed, taking my time removing every piece of clothing as his eyes took me in. When my bra was gone, his eyes were right at my tits, and that hard dick suggested that he wasn’t thinking about my confession, that he didn’t think about the men who’d come before him, especially those who weren’t invited.
I removed everything else, standing there in nothing but my birthday suit.
With his fingers locked behind his head, he looked at me appreciatively. “Now show me how sorry you are.”
The baritone of his voice was seductive. The deep look in his eyes had the pull of a magnet. He guided me toward him with his silent command, and after I crawled up the bed and his long body, I parked my sex right on top of his.
His big hands immediately went to my ass, and he kneaded my cheeks as he looked at my tits. He leaned forward and kissed the valley between my tits, playing with my ass as he guided his tongue over my skin. He tasted my nipples, kissed the hollow of my throat, rocked his hips slightly so he could grind against my sex.
His rock-hard length was perfect against my clit, the pressure just right to make my thighs quiver. My arms hooked around his shoulders, and I arched my back as he guided himself inside me. His head pushed past my entrance, and then I sank down his length, my nails clawing deep into him all the way down.
His hand suddenly gave my ass a hard smack. “Fuck, I missed this pussy.” He guided me up and down, wanting to take me hard and fast right from the start. With my palms on his shoulders, I rode him at the pace he commanded, that big dick filling me over and over. It was so good. I started to dread when this situationship would be over because no other guy could fuck like this one.