Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 37123 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 186(@200wpm)___ 148(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37123 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 186(@200wpm)___ 148(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
I pull out my phone and swallow some more whiskey. Fuck it, it’s time to break the news.
Owen answers on the second ring.
“How’d it go?”
I frown, and my silence is deafening. Owen swears.
“Shit, brother. What happened?”
“The plan…” I frown. “So, the plan’s changed a little.”
“Fuck. Is he dead?”
I snort. “I wish. It turns out, he wasn’t there.”
“Shit,” Owen growls. “Well, he’s always there on Thursdays, right? Check with that call girl about next week, and then you can just—”
“Someone else was, Owen.”
“What.” He swears. “What the fuck happened, Kill?”
My frown deepens.
“He wasn’t in, but his…” I glance down the hallway towards the bedroom door, and my cock fucking twitches.
But his gorgeous, fucking perfect, sassy as fuck, tempting as sin, makes my dick hard daughter who I’m fucking obsessed with was.
“His daughter was there. Nicole.”
Owen swears again. “Shit! Did she see you?”
I clear my throat, wincing.
“Uh, yeah.”
“Fuck, man. Fuck! Shit, Killian, this ain’t—”
“It’s handled.”
He pauses.
“Jesus, man,” he growls. “You really are stone cold—”
“No, not like that.” I sigh, slugging back more whiskey. “I’m at the Cape house.”
There’s a second of silence before he swears again.
“Oh fuck, Kill. Don’t tell me—”
“Yeah…”
I clear my throat as he groans.
“Owen, I couldn’t just leave her there. She saw me. I think that might have done a pretty good job of making sure we never get within a fucking mile of her old man.”
Owen groans. “So you’re at the house, with this chick.”
“Yeah.”
“You don’t see how that’s a big fucking problem?”
“Of course I do,” I growl. “But I’m handling it.”
“It doesn’t sound like it, Kill,” he mutters. “Sounds like you’re drinking whiskey and wondering what the fuck to do now.”
“She can be leverage.”
There’s a long pause before he answers.
“That’s cold, brother. Even for us.”
“It’s fine,” I growl.
Owen whistles.
“You’re a hard bastard, you know that?”
“Yes, I do.”
He sighs.
“Look, let me talk to Grey myself,” I growl. “I want to be the one that breaks this to him if that’s cool.”
“No can do, Kill,” Owen mutters. “He’s on a smuggling run up to Canada for the next few days. Only brought a burner with him, and I’m supposed to be his only contact.”
“Shit.”
“I’ll call him. We’ll discuss all of this and get back to you.”
The line goes dead, and I put the phone back down.
Shit.
I’ve neglected to tell Owen that Nicole seeing me is entirely my fault. I know damn well that the second I saw that it was her in that condo, I should have walked the fuck away. But my obsession wouldn’t let me. My addiction was too strong. My desire for her hooked me deep and wouldn’t let go.
That’s why I still broke in there. That’s why every shred of self-control blew away like dust when I spotted her panties. That’s why I stayed when I should have gotten the hell out of there. And now, here we are.
I glance down at the bulge in my pants, and groan. Fuck, even just knowing she’s down the hall, tied up and fucking naked has my cock throbbing and pulsing, and leaking precum into my boxers. I grunt, feeling my balls swell with cum as my hand tightens to a fist.
I think of her soft, perfect body—those curves, those freckles, that long red hair I want to wrap in my fist while I sink my thick cock into her tight little pussy.
I growl, reaching down and cupping my fat cock through my jeans before blowing the air out through my lips.
I should shower.
I stand and yank my shirt off, when suddenly, I hear a crashing sound from the bedroom.
Fuck, now what.
I growl, barreling down the hallway and almost taking the door off its hinges as I crash in—just in time to see Nicole struggling to squirm through the damn window.
…Naked, squirming, and with that tight little ass and fucking perfect little pink pussy thrust right up in the air. I growl, frozen to the spot as my cock pulses thick and hard between my thighs. My jaw clenches, my eyes narrowed right on her pouty little lips and that pert, curvy ass before I shake my head and rush back to reality.
Shit.
I lunge across the room, and Nicole screams when she feels my big hands on her hips, yanking her back in. She hisses and writhes and tries to kick me again. But I know she can fight this time, and I’m ready—grabbing her tight against my bare chest before I toss her back down on the bed. I yank my belt off, and with one deft motion, I’ve wrapped it tight around her tied wrists and lashed it to the wrought-iron headboard.
For her ankles, I grab a pillow and tug the case off it, twisting it and tying it tight to the binds on her ankles and then to the footboard of the bed. I stand back, and I grunt as my eyes take in the unobstructed, unmarred view of her tied, stretched out, and utterly naked for my hungry gaze.