Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 69610 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69610 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
“We don’t. But we’re not going to know we can trust anyone we send in, it’s a risk we have to take. I have a feeling about her, though. She’s ... got balls. I think she’ll be up for it.”
“She’s. A. Fuckin’. Girl.”
“Yeah, a very attractive, very strong fuckin’ girl. If anyone can get information, it’s someone that looks like her and has her edge. Trust me, when you meet her, you’ll see what I’m talkin’ about.”
“Not fuckin’ convinced,” I grunt.
“Don’t have to be. Just wait and see.”
I lean my head back and growl, “I’m in a shitty mood, so I’m done with this conversation. Send fuckin’ Bree in here, and get out.”
He chuckles. “Good to have a woman now so I don’t have to stick it in those bitches. You ought to try it, bro.”
I straighten and shoot daggers at him. “Watch your fuckin’ mouth, Maverick. Or didn’t you hear the part where I said I’m in a bad fuckin’ mood?”
“Always in a bad fuckin’ mood,” he grunts. “Sendin’ your little woman in, but you should try gettin’ a regular, maybe a certain piano-playin’ angel.”
If looks could kill, my brother would be dead.
“Get out.”
He grins at me then turns and strides out. Fuck me. I’m starting to think I didn’t miss him as much as I thought when he was gone. Fucking royal pain in my ass. I lean against the old desk in my office and try to ease the tension. Too much happening, not enough results coming back. It’s starting to eat at me. I don’t like being beaten, and I don’t like someone outsmarting me.
I’ll find that Trey fucker, and I’ll bring him down.
“You wanted me?”
I look up to see Bree, one of the club regulars that the men pass around sauntering in. She’s an attractive girl, rough as hell around the edges, but she has a nice set of tits and a good ass. She does the job. She doesn’t complain. She’s easy pickings.
“Yeah,” I mutter, nodding toward my desk. “Bend over it.”
“Ohh,” she croons, walking in, tiny skirt riding so far up her ass I can see the cheeks poking out from beneath it. “Not often I get called in by the top dog. Having a bad day, Prez?”
I stare at her, my eyes no doubt indicating that I’m not in the mood for conversation. I’m horny, my dick fucking hurts, and I can’t get Amalie out of my head. As if to add to everything I already have going on, I don’t need whatever this infatuation is with her to weigh it all down even further. Gotta turn my mind off. The girl is obviously not interested.
So, why the fuck can’t I stay away?
Bree leans over my desk, looking back at me, blue eyes, blond hair, as I said—attractive. She wiggles her ass, and her skirt rides up, showing me she’s not wearing any panties. Her pussy is pink and wet, and my dick rises to the occasion. I jerk the drawer open and pull out a condom, then I use my teeth to rip the packet while I free my cock with my other hand. I roll the condom on and step up to her.
I’m fully clothed.
This won’t take long.
I press my cock to her entrance and push. It slides in with ease, not surprisingly. Bree is no stranger to having a cock rammed into her. She moans, wiggling her ass more, and I put my hands on her hips, shoving my dick in as far as it’ll go.
Then I fuck her.
I don’t fuck her nice. I never fuck nice.
Never. Not once in my life.
I pump my hips so hard her body makes the whole desk rattle. She cries out, whimpering, moaning, screaming, and I thrust until my balls drag up toward my body and my dick swells, then I cum with a grunt, letting my head fall back, letting each pulse fill the condom. After a few seconds, I pull out and turn, disposing of the condom and doing my jeans up.
“Later, Bree,” I say to her.
“Oh, Malakai,” she says, shuffling until her skirt goes back down. “You have the face of an angel but the heart of the devil.”
I glare at her.
She winks at me.
Then she leaves.
Thank fuck.
~*~*~*~*
AMALIE – NOW
“I see you’re early today,” Theo says to me the second he opens the door to Caiden’s parents’ house. “It’s lovely, as always, to see you, Amalie.”
“What kind of mood is he in today?” I ask him, handing him my coat.
“The same as always. His parents are out, but he has a new carer. She’s in there with him.”
She?
He allowed a female carer?
That’s odd because he refused one before. I’m glad for him, though. Maybe changing things means he’s starting to want to venture outside of the world he’s plastered himself into.