Dario’s Jewel – Darios Empire Read Online ChaShiree M

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Mafia, Romance, Virgin Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 54204 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 271(@200wpm)___ 217(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
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“Screw you Hahn. You think you get to sit up here high on the hill leading a double life like you are better than us?! Fucking pretty boy. Can’t even have a meeting without his fucking mindless dogs following him around.” Maggiano chuckles as he finishes his tirade. He thinks he is showing his strength, his power acting as if he is not secretly shitting in his fat as britches. Dumb fuck. Before this moment, I hadn't decided if he would walk out of here with his life intact or if he was going to be lunch for the boars. But now, he has made my decision. I can’t help but shake my head. No one knows how to handle business with class.

My eyes meet the other men in the room that came here, gauging if they share his mind or have one of their own. Huh. Seems they all have some common sense. Out the corner of my eye, I see Scar clinching his fist, ready to take this mouthy fuck out. I give a subtle shake of my head letting him know, not yet. If it were any other day, I would give the signal and walk away. But right now, in my meeting room, in my home, he just challenged me. He just put my power and ability to handle myself out there for all the others to hear. I can’t back down from this.

Motioning with my head, I send Click and Scar out the door noting the objection that needs no words. Scar turns and squints his eyes at me. They are like old men scolding me. The fuck. “Boss?” he says as he holds the door open.

“It’s cool. No worries.” I told him letting him know I am more than capable of handling this shit. Once they have exited the room, I turn back to the mindless pieces of dirt sitting in my space. Hell. I am going to need a shoe shiner to clean off the bottom of my shoes after this meeting.

“What? You think because you sent them out that makes you some big bad motherfucker? Please. You are still a pussy.” he spits out. My head snaps up at the term. Is that what we are doing right now? Ok. I note the other men are squirming in their seats, smart enough to know he has said too much. See, these pricks think because I wear a suit better than them and sit in an office, that I’m weak. They think because I have a crew and an army, that I don’t get my hands dirty. Pussy. Huh. That’s almost funny. This fat fuck wouldn’t know pussy if it hit him in the face, leaking and sticky. Let me show him what real pussy is.

Leaning over my desk, I call Anais. “Boss.”

“Send my toy to the room.” She hangs up no questions asked. Eyebrows raise around the room at the word ‘toy’. I simply cross my arms and lean against my desk waiting. I smell her before the door opens. Everything in me shifts. My body goes from anger and spite to pure unadulterated hunger. My baser instincts awaken, knowing my Queen is going to be in this room full of men who would want nothing but to taste her. I know the view they are going to get because I put my shirt on her before I left the room. I love nothing more than when she is in a shirt of mine and falls asleep or reads a book on her stomach and the shirt rises up, giving my peep show starring her juicy slit.

“Sir,” she says as she walks into the room and acknowledges no one but me. Hell for all of the attention she paid to the fact that we have an audience, you would never know anyone else was in here. Nothing is more powerful than your woman seeing no one but you.

“Ah. My little toy. How are you?” I ask, rubbing her cheeks loving how red they get whenever I call her that. She knows by the tone of my voice and the word ‘toy’ this is going to be about power and obedience. She has learned well.

“I’m good.” she says licking her lips. Her pupils dilate as her chest begins to rise and fall. She gets off on shit like this. So fucking perfect.

“Yes, you are, baby. Such a good girl. Show me. Kneel.” no questions or hesitation she falls to her knees. Eyes on me waiting for me to command her. “Worship him.” the only two words I need to say for her to know I want her choking on my meat. She unzips my jeans and pulls my dick and balls out, rubbing them as she licks her favorite lollipop. When her eyes close, I look at the men in the room and see shock painted on their faces. Smirking, I grab her head and push her down my dick, grinding my jaw, refusing to let these fucktards see how much her mouth gets to me. Shit she is getting too good at this. I feel it as she hollows out her throat and swallows my beast, humming in the back. “Shit.'' I spit out unable to stop myself. I see the other men adjusting their ties, sinking further down into the chairs they are in, trying to discreetly adjust their tiny cocks, as they covet my little gift.


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