Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 93482 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93482 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
That was it. That had to be it. Why the maids could find nothing, because nothing was at the house. She kept all of her dirty little secrets in a safe deposit box so her husband would never find them.
Gently, I grabbed each side of Rose’s face and pulled her lips toward mine, kissing her. She had given me exactly what I needed, and she didn’t even know it.
When she opened those perfectly plump lips for me, I took every advantage. Pushing her upper body down to lie on the desk, I kissed my way to her neck, sucking the little spot between the delicate column of her throat and her clavicle.
“If your mother ever tries to raise her hand to you again, I want you to run. Come straight to me. I will be your sanctuary and keep you safe from her.”
Rose tilted her head and laughed.
“You can’t protect me from her. There is no saving me from her.”
“Promise me you’ll come here and let me protect you,” I repeated, a little firmer this time, my hands moving her knees apart, allowing me to stand between them.
“You can’t—”
“I think that I have more than proven that I can do whatever I wish,” I interrupted. Just to prove my point, I pushed her skirt up to her waist and then ripped off her white cotton panties.
She gasped, but before she could ask what I was doing, I pressed her feet to the desktop, dove between her thighs, and started licking.
“Oh, fuck,” she whispered, and her hands went to the edge of the desk and held on so tight her knuckles whitened.
“Promise me or I am going to spank you until your ass is as pretty of a pink as your cheeks,” I growled, before sucking her clit into my mouth.
She muffled her pleas, trying to keep her voice down.
“Say you will come to me for protection, or I am going to shove my cock down your throat so hard you are going to taste it for a week,” I said before licking into her dripping channel.
She was panting but said nothing.
“Say it, or I will make you live in this room, chain you naked to my bed and have you warm my cock every night.” I slid two fingers inside her and pressed my thumb against her ass while I flicked her clit with my tongue.
She came for me, hard, her back arching up, her lips opening in a silent scream of pleasure.
I kept fucking her with my fingers, pressing against her G-spot and pushing against her ass.
“I will not stop until you say it,” I warned before going back to her clit.
She came again, her thighs shaking against the desktop. I fucked her with my fingers even harder, growling at her to say it between licks of her clit.
“Fine,” she panted after her third orgasm, her pussy dripping so much honey she was leaving a puddle on the polished wood. “When my mother raises a hand to me, I will tell you and I will let you protect me.”
I gave her one more orgasm, pressing my fingers into her G-spot hard enough she squirted just a little as she came.
Fuck, that was hot.
Any other time, I would stay and see if I could make her do that on my cock. But right then, I had things to deal with.
I stood, wiping my mouth on the back of my hand and looking down at my angel. She was battered and bruised, but still had the most amazing, satisfied look on her beautiful face.
“Stay here. I’ll be back for you,” I said before kissing her hard, ignoring the possessive way my heart lurched at our kiss.
I would deal with all of that later.
First, I had to deal with Mary Quinn.
CHAPTER 19
THOMAS
Ihad been waiting for this for so long, to find a single crack in Mary Quinn’s perfectly executed control, that my body buzzed with excitement. I hadn’t felt like this since I was a small boy waiting to run downstairs on Christmas morning.
After my sweet angel had given me the information that I needed and I rewarded her handsomely for it, everything seemed to snap so perfectly into place. All that was left was to see if I was skilled enough to pull this off.
Promptly at three p.m., Mary Quinn waltzed through the front doors of the church, dressed in a Chanel suit, her Birkin bag hanging off her arm, the glint of her key ring shining where it poked out of the side from under the unlocked flap. I plastered a fake smile on my lips and tried not to roll my eyes as she walked across the marble, her heels clacking with every single step.
“Where is everyone?” she said, barely looking at me.
“I’m sorry. I thought you were aware. The location of the meeting for this week has been changed, the board is meeting at an afternoon tea restaurant downtown. Something about testing their food to see if it was a possibility for catering?”