Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 70525 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70525 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
I don’t fully understand it, but there’s no denying it. I have all this pent-up sexual energy towards them all, and my fingers work faster as my need spirals out of control.
I just need to find my release. I need to come. If I don't soon, I feel like my body may ignite, incinerating me with desire.
Chapter 7
Arsen
I stare down at the numbers laid across my desk, trying to make fucking sense of things. It usually isn’t difficult; I handle the books day in and day out with incredible ease.
Millions of dollars have crossed through my hands. Laundering bills, forging notes, tweaking gambling odds…nothing green is beyond my expertise. So why am I so fucking confounded now?
It must be her. Caroline.
I can’t get her out of my head.
She’s a delicious creature. Her curves are fantastic. The way she carries herself, for being as innocent as I think she is, is absolutely tantalizing.
Jesus Christ, I just can’t get any of it out of my mind. And that fucking perfect ass! I just want to sink my cock into it, balls deep.
I have to take her for myself.
I look down at my phone, the light glinting off its gold-plated case. Who would be the most useful and the least likely to mention things? I pick the phone up, taking a moment to appreciate the soft golden case then dial away.
“Justin. It’s Arsen. Stop sucking off your gun for a moment. I have a question,” I say with a light laugh.
Playing the odds, it’s not entirely unlikely he’s busy tasting his guns at the moment, even as busy as we all are. Weird ass motherfucker and his obsession with taste.
“Where’s that girl being holed up?”
He takes his time responding. “I wouldn’t say she’s holed up…she’s in the guest penthouse. You know the one,” he says.
I can hear him licking his lips over the phone. Yeah, like I said, dude has some kind of oral fixation.
“Mm…good choice, at least,” I say. “I suppose I’ll go see how she’s enjoying her stay so far.”
I hang up the phone, hoping my all-consuming desire didn’t carry through my voice on the phone. I’m curious how she likes the room, as well as the things I planned out for it.
I wouldn’t say I didn’t spare any expense, but I did go out a little more than I usually do after I saw the pictures of her, putting some extra efforts into providing her all the frilly little things a girl should appreciate.
A girl like that can’t exactly be seen with me without looking fucking drop dead gorgeous and totally fuckable. Which she already is.
I take an elevator to her floor. The elevator itself is on the outer edge of our building, and I have a fantastic view of the entire city as I ascend.
The lights of Manhattan twinkle like diamonds, and I feel like their rhythmic glow is a brilliant reminder of the fact that we collectively own all of this. It’s a good feeling.
I press my hand to the glass and grasp the entire view held in front of me. The world’s at my feet.
The ding of the elevator rips me from my avaricious thoughts. I remember that more important—and far more interesting—matters are at hand.
Caroline.
The name echoes in my mind, urging me forward with the need to see her.
I exit the elevator and head down the long hallway to her room. I could’ve taken a closer elevator but I can never really pass up a view like that one has.
The hallway itself is fairly plain. We take some security precautions in place of a little more lavishness, which is a shame, by the way. Many of our mazelike hallways look identical to confuse anyone who thinks they’re bold enough to try to explore or invade without our permission. I, of course, know every inch without any trouble.
Reaching her door, I raise my hand to knock out of sheer habit. I stop myself, remembering that she is, in fact, our prisoner. We want her to have certain comforts, but also to remember why she’s here and who she is.
I open the door silently and peek around. Curiously, she’s not immediately visible in the main sitting room area. The bathroom door is open and the light is off, so no sign of her there either.
Then I hear a light moan. I silence my steps and peek around the doorway to the bedroom. There she is.
And fuck.
The gorgeous Caroline—bare, nude, legs spread wide on the bed right in front of me, enraptured in her throes of self-stimulated passion. I watch with hungry eyes as her fingers plunge deep into her soaked cunt.
Holy fucking hell, is that hot.
I lean against the door frame silently, appreciating the fact that her eyes are shut tight while she fucks herself. She bites her lip as she rubs furiously at her clit, and it suddenly dawns on me that she’s rather inexperienced in the ways of the body. She seems to be having difficulty finding her release.