Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 32396 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 162(@200wpm)___ 130(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32396 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 162(@200wpm)___ 130(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
He just knew what was good for business. Having a crying, sniveling woman trying to entertain men was not good for business. Instead, he used women who were happy to get a paycheck at the end of the night, and the men were more than happy and came back for seconds and more. That was good for business, and he supplied the security.
Then, he finished the night with finding Ben fucking Hunter in one of his casinos again, losing money faster than he was making it. His reasoning was he had Beth, so he could enjoy all the fun he wanted. Rome didn’t like that.
The man had no respect or regard for his sister, so he personally taught him a lesson. Ben was permanently banned from his casinos, and he was already reaching out to the smaller ones.
He didn’t know what Beth saw in her brother as the man was a complete tool who was more than happy to use his sister as leverage. He knew he shouldn’t care, but he did. Beth had done nothing wrong to her brother, and yet he treated her like that, which didn’t sit well with him.
He took a long swig of his whiskey, relishing the burn as it slid down his throat, and he released a sigh. The last thing he wanted to be doing was drinking alone.
There was a woman upstairs, and he wanted to see her. He’d already eaten out this evening, and now he made his way upstairs, feeling the anticipation flood him with every passing second. Arriving at his bedroom, he opened the door and stared into his room, to see the beautiful woman lying in bed.
He stepped inside and approached the bed, watching as she slept. She was facing the en-suite bathroom, curled up on her side, hands beneath her head. Some of her hair had spilled across her face. She looked so peaceful in sleep. Rome decided to leave her, as he made his way toward the bathroom, stripping out of his clothes.
His bruised and busted knuckles caught his attention. Clenching his hands into a fist, he tightened them, feeling the skin crack a little. He relished the pain as it was a reminder of how far he’d come.
He used to fight every night, working his way up to where he was now. Rome hadn’t known fear since he was a boy, when he had feared the slash of a belt, or a stick, or anything his old man could get his hands on.
Pushing those thoughts to the back of his mind, he stepped into the hot shower and allowed the day’s mess to wash away from his body. Lathering a sponge, he worked it over his body, all the time imagining Beth in this very shower just hours ago. He couldn’t believe he had missed that.
He finished cleaning his body and then started working on his hair. Once his hair was done, he turned off the shower, then stepped out. He dried himself and wrapped a towel around his waist before entering the bedroom, only to find Beth was sitting up in bed.
“You were asleep,” he said.
“I know, and then you came home.” She stretched out her body, and the oversized shirt she wore was suddenly pressed taunt, and he got to see her full, ripe tits, with the hard nipples pressing against the shirt. She looked stunning.
“Did you have a good day at work?” she asked.
He knew he should tell her to mind her own business, but he had a feeling she wasn’t asking him because of some strange desire to ruin him. She was asking him to be polite.
“Good and bad.”
She ran fingers through her hair, and he stepped toward the bed. Reaching out, he cupped her cheek, tilting her head back, and he stared into her eyes. They were so wide, and a shade of blue. He had blue eyes, but he knew they weren’t as bright as hers.
Without another word, he slammed his lips down on hers, silencing any protest, and he heard her moan as she gave in to him. Sliding his tongue across her lips, he plunged into her mouth and deepened the kiss. He pushed her back against the bed and followed her, climbing between her spread legs.
Resting one hand beside her head, he stroked down her body, grabbing the shirt she wore, and tearing it from her. He tossed it to the floor and then pressed his lips against her neck. He trailed his lips down her body, going to each full, ripe nipple, taking one, then the other between his teeth. She cried out, arching against him.
“That’s right, baby, enjoy it.” He moved to the other breast, teasing her hardened bud. He loved her tits, and knew he was never going to get enough of them. They were full and ripe, and ready to be sucked. His mouth watered for a taste. He could gladly spend all night sucking her nipples and full tits, but instead he began to slide down.