Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 106292 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 531(@200wpm)___ 425(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106292 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 531(@200wpm)___ 425(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
She comes hard and fast, her fingers tightening in the sheets. She stays as quiet as possible, clearly not realizing that Zade is already awake beside her. Her pussy convulses around my cock, and it’s all I need to fall right over the fucking edge. I spill my load into her sweet cunt, clenching my jaw as the overwhelming satisfaction tears through me.
Oakley pushes her leg out, collapsing her hips back to the mattress as I pull out of her and straighten her panties, releasing the hold on her hair. She snuggles deeper into her pillow as I step off the bed and fold my cock back into my pants, her eyes glued to my face. “Go to sleep, Pretty,” I murmur through the dark room, her betrayal making something tighten in my chest.
And with that, I walk straight out as the sound of Zade moving across the bed fills the room. He pulls her back into his arms, and not a moment later, she’s falling back into a deep sleep as though nothing even happened, my cum spreading between those pretty thighs.
Chapter 22
OAKLEY
A throat clears at the opening of Zade’s storeroom in his office, and my head whips up, finding Zade leaning against the secret bookshelf door, watching me with an arched brow.
Ahh, fuck.
Sprung.
“The fuck do you think you’re doing?” he asks, finding me spread out on the floor, at least five of the ancient by-law books spread out around me and a highlighter in my hand.
“I, ummm . . .” I start nervously, wondering how best to explain why I’ve just defaced all of these antique books with a highlighter, and hell, maybe even dog-eared a few of the pages. But when it comes to Zade, it’s best just to give it to him straight. At least, mostly straight. “I’m trying to find a way to rise up in power and steal it all out from beneath you.”
He scoffs as if the idea is preposterous to him. “Alright then,” he mutters, his brows slightly bouncing. “Carry on then.”
He turns his back and stalks into his office before heading for the door, and I stare at the empty doorway, almost offended that he doesn’t believe I could actually find what I’m looking for. “Hold up a second,” I call, scrambling to my feet and hurrying after him. I catch up only a second later and trail behind him, infuriated by the way he doesn’t bother to stop and look back at me. “Why aren’t you bitching my ass out like you usually do?”
“Because there’s no point,” he says, striding through the penthouse and out to the living room where Dalton and Sawyer are throwing a football back and forth, making a disapproving scowl stretch across Zade’s face. “I’ve spent years going through those by-laws, trying to figure out a way to take it from my father. If there were a way, I would have done it already.”
Fuck.
“You mean, apart from murdering him in cold blood and stealing it from his cold, dead hands.”
Zade finally graces me with a smile, and shit, it’s fucking dazzling. Butterflies swirl through my stomach at the mere sight of it. “Exactly,” he says, his eyes darkening with the reminder. “But let’s be real. You don’t have the fucking balls to take me out, and even if you did, you couldn’t beat me. It’s over for you, Oakley. I commend you for trying. But no matter how hard you try, you’re no match for me.”
I swallow hard. His words aren’t harsh, just stating the truth. And while I appreciate him being honest with me instead of insulting me with lies, it feels like a bucket of ice water being tipped over my head. No matter how close I get with these guys, their resolve never fades. They will follow through, even if it means killing themselves in the process.
“You know,” I murmur as he continues on his way. “I really like how you underestimate me.”
His lips kick up at the sides of his mouth, and I’m about to start gawking at the thought of me actually making him almost smile when Sawyer throws the ball just a little too hard. Dalton’s stare is locked on my tits, and as he goes to lift his hands to catch the ball, it flies straight past his fingers, crashing into Venom’s small enclosure behind his head.
Glass shatters as the ball slams against the back wall and comes spiraling back out, Venom flying out with it. The snake drops to the ground and quickly slithers beneath a cabinet, terrified, and before Sawyer and Dalton’s heads can even whip around to find Easton, his gun is drawn and bullets are whizzing through the air.
A blood-curdling scream tears from the back of my throat, and I drop to the ground as the boys haul ass, running for their fucking lives. Easton has impeccable aim, so the fact that the boys aren’t already dead on the ground tells me this isn’t about ending them. This is pure punishment. You fuck with his snake; he fucks with you.