Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 83691 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83691 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
“She’s too fucked up to help you.” Oscar’s laugh brought my attention back to him. “I never thought about having you because you were such a prude, but with a little help, maybe I can have both sisters at once.”
He leaned down to bring the white pill to my mouth and my moment hit. With a cry filled with all my fury, I slammed my fist into his cheek. It didn’t knock him out like I hoped, but it did throw him off balance enough for me to force him off me. I scrambled to my feet and backed away.
“You fucking bitch,” he wailed from the floor. He was crouched on his knees holding his hand to his face, his eyes screwed shut.
I stepped forward and kicked him in the thigh before backing away quickly. He shouted again, his other hand going to grip his leg. I hadn’t kicked him too hard, just enough to ease the strain on my muscles and make a point.
“Don’t you ever fucking touch me again or I’ll fucking kill you.” I wasn’t sure how true it was, but in that moment, with my blood on fire and my heart pounding in my chest, I would.
I backed down the hall, never taking my eyes off him and locked my door as soon as I was in my room. Snatching a pillow and blanket from my bed, I darted back to the door, pressing my back to the wood. I didn’t want to be an easy victim in my bed if he decided to pick the shitty lock keeping him out. I stripped out of my jacket but kept my tennis shoes on in case I needed to run.
Then I fluffed the cheap pillow and pulled the blanket over me, my back still pressed to the only thing between me and the raging dickhole outside.
Not long after I’d settled, I could hear their moans and grunts and my stomach grumbled. Curling in on myself to stop the cramping pain, I plugged my ears and hoped that maybe when I went to the library tomorrow a message would be waiting for me.
2
Erik
“Sorry to interrupt, boss.”
My eyes moved past the breasts bouncing in my face to see Jared covering his eyes as he looked in the opposite direction. The blonde who I was currently fucking turned to look over her shoulder, a coy smile tipping her lips.
“Come to join in?” she asked Jared before turning to lock her eyes on mine. “You know I’m an adventurous type.” She slid up and down my cock again before leaning down to whisper in my ear, “Especially for you.”
Tempting, but Jared’s projects always came first. Always. I gripped her hips to hold her in place, ignoring her pout, and directed my order to Jared. “Continue.”
“There’s a matter that I think you’d want to be a part of.”
“Thank you. I’ll be right there.”
Jared left the room as soon as the words left my mouth. He’d been with me for a while, so he was used to my activities. It wasn’t like he could see anything with the way her skirt draped over where I was buried inside her.
I lifted her off my softening cock and set her on the couch next to me, ignoring the whining protest forming on her lips. Tucking myself back into my pants, I stood, preparing to leave. Her full red lip was stuck out like a pouty child, which contradicted the full breasts spilling out the top of her dress.
“Seriously?” she finally said, her voice shrill and grating.
It was rude to stop mid-fuck and leave her there, but I’d already given her an orgasm before I’d even entered her. Besides, she was just another woman to lose myself inside of for a moment in time. Nothing to keep me from what took priority over everything.
“I have a matter that requires my attention. I appreciate you stopping by for dinner, but I need to go.”
Her jaw hanging open was the last thing I saw before I stepped into the hall. My secretary looked up from where she was packing her belongings into her bag to go home for the day.
“Please make sure Miss Stutz gets out safely to a cab.”
Only a slight twinge of regret pinched my chest at making Laura stay, but I couldn’t waste any more time.
Jared’s office was two doors down from mine. I walked into the generic room with a desk, computer, and chair. Nothing extra besides a diploma on the wall indicating that it was actually inhabited by a person. I moved to the other door on the right and held my thumb over the scanner before hearing a click. This was Jared’s real office.
On paper, his job title was an IT analyst, but in reality, he was a hacker I employed personally. We’d connected a couple years ago by accident when our paths crossed. Both of us were trying to stop a sale of women and I’d been damn lucky he happened to be there. After that night, we talked and I realized he was much better than me at filtering his way through the dark web, so I made him an offer he couldn’t turn down.