Total pages in book: 142
Estimated words: 131330 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 657(@200wpm)___ 525(@250wpm)___ 438(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 131330 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 657(@200wpm)___ 525(@250wpm)___ 438(@300wpm)
I’ve had my eye on Ryatt for a while. He’s not someone I would ever want Aspen getting caught up with, and the fact that he’s sitting beside her at the bar makes my skin crawl. He’s charming and plays the part, effortlessly getting women to fall for his game. It usually doesn’t take long before he’s taking a woman’s hand and leading her into a private room, and every single time, without fail, those women have left with him afterward. I can’t put my finger on what it is about him that gets under my skin, but let’s call it a gut feeling.
I don’t like him, and the second I catch him breaking even the slightest rule of my club, he’ll be out.
Relief drums through my veins as I watch the stiff way Aspen holds her shoulders. She engages in conversation with Ryatt, but while she’s smiling and being polite, she’s not falling at his feet, and it’s not long before Ryatt bows out, clearly not up for the chase.
I need to keep my eye on Ryatt when it comes to Aspen, but let’s face it, she won’t be coming back here. Not if I have anything to do with it.
Once Becs and Aspen disappear from the screen, I delete that footage and follow their trail to the VIP area. A strange bubble expands right in the center of my chest, and I try to shake it off, not understanding it. It’s not as though I don’t already know what’s about to go down.
The second the girls reach the floor of the VIP area, Caesar Eros moves in behind Becs, his hand plunging between her legs, and my heart kicks into gear, only after a short conversation, Caesar ushers Becs away, leaving Aspen to explore on her own. I make a note to come back to Becs, feeling that it’s only right for me to delete that footage as well.
I fast forward through the footage as Aspen sits at the bar, and the more she sips on her drink, the more confident she appears. It’s not long before someone approaches her and as he puts his hands all over her, mine clench on the table.
I have no right to get fucked up over that, and yet here we are.
My irritation is short-lived when something catches her eye and she stares off across the club. Her attention is gone for only a second, but it’s enough to put her in motion. She steps right out of the guy’s arms, and judging by the direction she walks, I know this is it. Hell, I remember walking that way and disappearing into the dark room. I hadn’t expected anyone to come in so soon, but the second she did, a strange chill swept across my body.
There’s a determination in her stride as she steps into the dark room, and I mentally high-five myself for making sure my security system was fully equipped with night vision. I see the nervousness in her eyes, but I don’t need to see it. I felt it radiating off her and could sense her determination. She was there to do one thing and one thing only, but I was also determined—determined to make her come alive and discover just how fucking good it gets.
I feel like too much of a fucking perv watching it, so I put it in fast forward and skip through the best fucking night of my life, watching as I press her into the wall and taste her before having her hold the bar above her head and drilling into her.
Had I known that was Aspen, maybe I would have done things differently, taken it slower and been gentle, but I’ve never been the type to hold back when it comes to sex. I give my all, every fucking time.
I watch as Aspen comes for the second time, and it takes everything in me not to stare as her tits bounce with every thrust of my hips. My cock twitches in my jeans, painfully hard, but it’s practically been that way since the moment I walked in here.
The footage goes on and on, yet I’m painfully aware of the fact that I haven’t put it in triple speed yet. As the scene plays out and I carry her to the table and sit her down to remove her boots, my phone rings loudly in my pocket.
I hit pause on the tape, the angle of Aspen’s leg as I remove her boot perfectly showcasing her glistening cunt, and despite calling on my every last shred of willpower, I can’t find it in me to look away. Not anymore.
Answering the phone without looking at the screen, I lift it to my ear, squishing it between my shoulder and face to free up my hand. After all, I’m getting really fucking close to needing it wrapped around my cock.