Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 81767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Merrick pulls back as I feel him climax, his warmth filling me simultaneously with Soren’s grunting release. The feeling of them both coming inside me sends me over the edge into the throes of my own powerful release.
As my vision blurs from the overwhelming pleasure, I collapse against Soren, gasping for breath. He wraps his arms around me tightly, holding me close as the final tremors of orgasm shake our bodies. Merrick pulls out slowly, a soft gasp leaving my lips at the loss of him. He kisses my shoulder gently before moving away.
I see him move toward Braken and hear him say, “Now it’s your turn to come. Put that dick of yours in my mouth.”
Braken chuckles darkly from his perch behind the desk, watching us with a heat in his eyes. “You don’t need to ask twice,” he says, rising from his seat as Merrick approaches him.
He places his hand on Merrick’s neck, guiding him down onto his knees. Merrick doesn’t hesitate. He’s eager, hungry even, and he doesn’t waste time before taking Braken into his mouth.
Soren tightens his arms around me as we watch them together. The sight is intoxicating; the way Braken holds onto Merrick’s hair while he thrusts into his mouth. Merrick takes him expertly, bobbing in perfect rhythm with Braken’s hoarse moans.
Braken’s eyes are half-closed with pleasure as he thrusts into Merrick’s mouth, his fingers tangled in Merrick’s hair. With his other hand, he clutches the edge of his desk, knuckles white. The sight of such a powerful man losing control under Merrick’s touch sends a new wave of desire coursing through my veins.
Soren’s fingers slip lower down my body, stroking lightly over oversensitive skin still recovering from my previous climax. He watches me closely though darkening eyes, taking in my reactions.
Braken’s breath comes in heavy pants and grunts as he climaxes hard, mouth parted in silent ecstasy.
Merrick continues to service him dutifully until every tremor has subsided. Only then does he release Braken from his mouth, licking his lips as he rises to his feet with a satisfied smile.
“My sexy genies,” I murmur as I close my eyes, feeling as if I may never be able to stand. “I can’t wait to give more commands.”
Chapter 36
Braken
There is only one tried and true way to get people to start talking: blackmail.
It’s also the thing you do when you don’t have shit to go on. But unfortunately, that’s true for me.
Nexxor still doesn’t have a lead on who Mr. Silk could be, though thanks to my handsome pay increase, he watches the burner phone 24/7. I send Jasper to retrace James’s steps based on a few text messages on his phone, but it is all drug deals and debt collectors.
Blackmail is my last resort and only hope. I don’t even know if Mr. Silk will turn on the burner phone now that the job is done, but according to Nexxor, he’s turned it on and off a few times a day. Not long enough to get a location or much to go on, but long enough to see any bait I send.
I changed my mind, I type into James’s text thread, pretending to be him. I want more money. Now.
The answer doesn’t come for a few hours. I spend the time in meetings with stakeholders and higher-ups about the newest hotel’s progress. Luckily, things are going according to plan, but any further obstacles, and I might be up shit creek. All the hoops I have to jump through to get the casino don’t mean shit to bald old men who need money to pay for their sugarbabies.
When I make it back to my office, I check James’s phone. Two new messages, one from his baby mama asking where the hell his child support payment is, and another from Mr. Silk just a few minutes ago.
You aren’t getting shit. Don’t message me again.
Hook, line, and sinker.
If you don’t meet me, I’ll go straight to the cops.
It’s a weak threat, and when I get an answer ten minutes later, Mr. Silk knows it, too.
The cops lmao. Sure, go for it. You think they’ll believe you? They have more shit to deal with than some convict loser.
Mr. Silk’s snappy answer has more bark than bite, but it does tell me one thing: he’s a cop, or at least has something to do with one.
No one else would be so certain the cops won’t investigate the matter. And my guess is, if it really is a cop, he’s the one holding up Mason’s murder case in the first place.
Clever bastard.
You wanna bet? I like my odds. Big Brother is always watching.
My response is a gamble. I don’t know how Mr. Silk and James met, and I don’t know if they’ve ever seen each other in person. I’m banking on the latter. Either that or Nexxor somehow pulling off a miracle since Mr. Silk has kept his phone on for a bit. The three bubbles of a new message appear and disappear a few times before he finally answers.