Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 92254 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 461(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92254 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 461(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
“Do it,” I gasp, and he slides himself in again.
He explodes on my tongue. I make muffled moaning noises as I struggle to swallow every drop. He pulls back and some spills from my mouth and onto the floor. He’s breathing hard, gasping for air, and I am too. My lips are messy with spit and cum, and he drags me to my feet.
He kisses me hard. Like he doesn’t care that he can taste himself.
His hand grips my frizzy hair tight, and he turns me around. He wrenches my jeans and panties down, wrestling me into position as he palms my pussy. “Mine,” he whispers in my ear. His palm presses into my lips and I’m dripping onto him. “All fucking mine.”
His fingers glide into me. I push back against him, basically spineless with how good this feels. I’m jelly, brains a soupy mush, as he palms me roughly and tells me how he’s going to shove his sloppy fingers in my mouth when he’s finished.
It wrecks me. I come for him seconds later, already buzzing on the edge. I nearly collapse, but he’s a man of principles. He makes sure I suck him clean when I’m all through.
“You hunted me down for that, didn’t you?” I ask, breathing hard as he gently helps me get my panties and jeans back into place. He’s surprisingly tender about it. His lips brush my neck and he’s breathing hard like he’s struggling to control himself.
“Not at first. The idea occurred to me on the way.”
“You’re a bad man.”
He nibbles my ear. “Yes, I am.”
I turn and kiss him. I like the way he kisses me back with warmth and passion. We linger there in the darkness of the empty building, our breathing echoing off the walls around us. He strokes his fingers over my body softly, caressing me, petting me.
I don’t know why, but I feel deeply safe in his arms. He stays there holding me, breathing my smell, and he tells me how pretty I am and how much he likes keeping me close.
It feels right. This isn’t how I expected the night to go, but it’s somehow better.
Then we leave. He slips his hand into mine and holds it as we head down the quiet street together. He pulls me against him and squeezes my palm, not looking at me as we approach the mansion’s entrance.
“I know what you’re going to do with that lockpick set,” he says, gazing into the distance.
I feel a chill in my stomach. I grimace slightly. “How’d you know?”
“For once in your life, resist the temptation. Trust me, Lena.”
“Why? What are you hiding?”
His expression is dark and haunted.
“Some doors are better left unopened.”
Chapter 20
Arsen
Tigran looks very unhappy as I adjust my black button-down shirt. “You look like a fucking waiter.”
“That’s the point.”
“Except waiters aren’t six-foot-four and covered in tattoos. You realize half the people in there are going to recognize you, right?”
“I have a plan.” I take out a black surgical mask and pull it over my face. “How’s this?”
Tigran rubs his temples. “That’s… barely better.”
“All I need to do is get inside and wait. I’m going to stroll straight into Aunt Sona’s fucking party.”
“It’s a silent auction, not a party.”
“Does that matter?”
“Absolutely, yes. There isn’t going to be a lot of loud music or flashing lights to hide behind. This is a bad idea.”
I turn away from the mirror. Tigran’s right, but I put a time limit on how long I have to solve this fucking civil war issue. If I’m going to get it done in less than a month, I have to take some risks.
“Just stay nearby in case it goes bad.”
“It’ll go bad.” He checks his weapon to make sure it’s loaded. “But I’ll be around. Scream if you need me.”
I pause to lightly pat his cheek. He glares at me. “You’re a good brother.”
“Better than you deserve.”
I can’t argue with that.
The hotel is a beautiful early twentieth-century building right in the heart of Baltimore with great views of the harbor. The place is always crowded and nobody looks at me twice as I walk out from one of the more secluded bathrooms and head down the hall toward the event space.
Aunt Sona spared no expense and invited half of the city’s elite to her little charity gathering. But I doubt it was out of some sense of civic duty. She doesn’t give a shit about childhood education or whatever the auction’s benefiting. These people are here because she wants them on her side as this war begins to heat up.
I’d do the same thing in her place.
Hell, I am doing the same thing. Only I’ve been making smaller, more individual visits to ensure nobody defects against me.
I manage to reach the ballroom without anyone saying anything. I walk around the edge of the room, almost invisible. The people here don’t bother looking twice at staff. To them, any man or woman in cheap black slacks and a crappy black button-down is less than human. We’re basically drink-and-food dispensing robots in their minds.