Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22232 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 111(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22232 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 111(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
Closing the bathroom door, I flick the light on and head for the shower. I turn the water all the way to hot, and then step beneath the spray. If I plan to get any fucking work done today, I’m going to have to use my hand and beat myself off because there won’t be finding any whores to fuck, not after what I did with Rose last night.
She is it for me, and as soon as I get my urges under control, all will be well between us. It’s controlling myself and being gentle that terrifies me the most.
Taking my cock into my hand, I squeeze the organ, a hiss expelling past my teeth.
“Fuck,” I whisper as I lean forward and rest my forearm against the tile. I stroke my cock hard and fast, remembering how good and tight I fit inside Rose. Fuck, I wish I was fucking her right now, instead of my hand.
My balls ache, begging for release as I pump faster and faster until pleasure and pain blend together. Thrusting my hips forward, I tighten my hold, squeezing tighter as I picture my hand as Rose’s snug little pussy.
So tight and warm.
Clenching my jaw so tightly I feel my molars crack, I explode, my cock jerking as ropes of sticky white come hit the wall and drip down the tile. All I can do is stand there, my chest heaving, and my heart racing as exhaustion overcomes me. Sleep isn’t an option right now, not when I have to meet up with Nick.
Releasing my cock, it falls limply against my thigh. Slowly, my breathing returns to a normal rate, and I finish showering before turning the water off and stepping out. I dry with one of the fluffy towels hanging from the rack.
When I’m done, I toss it to the floor and walk back out into the bedroom, stark-ass naked. Rose is still in my bed, our bed, sleeping, her head tipped back, her lips parted. Even asleep with her hair going in every direction, she is the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. Of course, my cock decides to stir to life, and I’m forced to put my clothes on and grab my stuff before I’m tempted to crawl back into bed and between her legs.
I press a soft kiss against her forehead before I walk out of the bedroom, closing the door behind me. Descending the stairs, I spot Daniel, one of my men, walking toward the kitchen. He is still young and in training, but someday he will be a great collector.
Clamping a hand on his shoulder, I stop him dead in his tracks. He twists around to face me, a scowl on his face, which drops as soon as he realizes who it is that’s stopped him.
“Rose is upstairs in my bedroom. Do not let anyone go in the room, and do not let her leave the house. If something happens, call me asap.”
“Of course, sir,” he gulps.
“This goes without warning, but if you hurt her, lay a single hand on her, I will kill you.” I don’t even have to think about the threat. I’ll do whatever I have to, to protect her.
Daniel’s eyes bulge out of his head, but he nods, nonetheless. I give his shoulder a tight squeeze and then release him. No point in scaring him further, he’ll spread the word to the rest of my men and if anything happens, which it shouldn’t, but if it does, he’ll call me.
“Make sure she’s got breakfast too,” I tell him heading out the front door. Guilt gnaws at my insides, but there isn’t anything I can do about it. If I stay upstairs with Rose, I’ll ravage her alive. Take and take until there’s nothing left to take. I want her badly, and I’m consumed with need, consumed with want.
We need space, at least for her. It won’t be good if I’m tempted to take her again so soon, especially after having her for the first time last night.
Pushing the guilt away, I walk out of the house and straight to my SUV. My men will protect her with their lives. Without looking back, I pull out of the driveway and head to the strip club to handle business.
When I arrive at the club, Nick is waiting in my office, sitting back on the leather couch, his feet up and resting against the table. I shove them off the table and shake my head.
“You’re late, boss, and I’m tired, so I was taking a little nap,” Nick tells me.
I snort, “Napping on the job, you think this is a daycare or something?”
He shrugs and sits up, stretching his arms over his head, “If you’re done complaining, maybe I can give you the dirt I found on her family and Drake?” I shove down into my chair and sigh. I’ve been waiting to hear about Drake, and Rose’s pathetic foster parents since she told me about what happened to her. I promised that they would all pay, and I have every intention of making sure they do.