Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 65039 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65039 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
"Yes I remember."
"Good, you call me if you see them anywhere, especially if it's someplace they're not supposed to be, these people are seriously fucked in the head so don't play around with this shit okay."
"Yes sir."
"That's my good girl, now let me have a look at you make sure you didn't tear anything."
I laid back on the bed so that he could remove the short denim skirt and the sweater I was wearing.
He turned the bars in my nipples slowly which made me a little twitchy, before cleaning them then giving each one a soft peck.
Next was my hood piercing which he spent a lot of time studying and manipulating.
That would've been all good and well if he didn't have two big fingers shoved inside of me.
"Don't move." His growl made me all kinds of needy.
"Well you don't move."
He laughed at me even as he pulled his fingers out and pushed them back in again. Slowly.
"Why are you teasing me?"
I was beginning to think of ways to castrate him when he suddenly stuck his tongue out and licked me, right where his fingers had been.
"I have to reward my brave girl, now don't move love."
Needless to say the next half hour was full of pleasure pain as he teased me with his tongue and fingers while avoiding my clit.
Why he wouldn't let me take him into my mouth and return the favor, I don't know.
"Stop moving or I'll stop."
"Son of a..."
The forceful thrust that followed my outcry only fueled the fire.
"You know...you only pierced the hood, not the hole." That's right I was willing to beg if I had to.
"Angel, don't tempt me, just let me get you off with my tongue."
Which he proceeded to do while I screamed the house down.
* * *
I hate the fact that I'm now fighting a war on three fronts, I don't like spreading myself this thin although one of those battles I'll be more behind the scenes than hands-on.
I don't like having so many irons in the fire at once, each situation needed my full attention to be handled correctly.
Kat has been back to work for a couple days now, her piercings are healing nicely and she's been settling in at home without much fuss, mostly because I know to stay the fuck out of her way and let her do her thing.
Neither one of us has ever lived with a partner before and since she's younger I decided to let her get herself straight first. I know it doesn't matter to me one way or the other what went where and who had how many drawers, as long as her ass was in my bed at the end of every day that's all I cared about.
At night I held her close and secure in my arms, sharing with her the only way I could until she was completely healed.
The night of the mall incident we had been on our way back from another meeting with the biker who had the inside track on the two guys in prison.
Things had already been set off there with one suffering two broken legs while the other was eating through a tube. That was just the beginning, I planned on making sure they never had a safe moment for the rest of their stay behind bars.
Now with the fucking Rossettis on my hit list that shit was closer to home than I would've liked. Not even I knew how I would react to seeing her under threat, I'm apt to believe that everything that happened to her from now on will be measured in my mind against the horror she'd faced a few months ago.
I'm thinking that every small slight to her will cut much deeper with me because of what she's already suffered.
I could leave shit alone, call it a one off, but I know that demented bitch, she wouldn't stop unless I stopped her and I knew just where to hit.
Since she and her brother were so power-hungry and greedy for wealth, I'd seen about annulling some contracts and other lucrative deals that might be in the works between their family and ours.
The board that we have in place to look after the family conglomerate knew better than to fuck with me on anything, so it was just a matter of me choosing which deals I wanted squashed and making it happen.
I have no doubt I could find reasons to legally dissolve whatever binding agreement we might have.
I know one of the reasons she'd tried so hard to make us work was because her family needed me and my wealth and influence to add some life to their festering carcass.
Now she'd just made shit worst for herself and her douche of a brother.
I'd seen the look in her eyes before I'd threatened her, and knowing some of the fucked up shit she'd pulled in the past in her efforts to get me back, I wouldn't put anything past the crazy bitch.