Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 104367 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 522(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 348(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104367 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 522(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 348(@300wpm)
I moved upward over her body, feasting on her pretty tits while the tip of my cock rested against her tight entrance. I drove into her pussy in one single, powerful thrust.
She screamed under me, clawing at my shoulder. After a few thrusts, her pussy milked my cock as she found her orgasm.
“Fuck. Fuck. Shit!” I swore, punching the wall. This was a bad fucking idea, but I couldn’t stop myself.
I hated to admit that I fucking loved the idea of making the mute nun sin. The Devil whispered dark promises into my eyes.
Oh, you are going to take her. And you are going to make her sin…and she is going to sin so beautifully.
One last pump, my fist as tight as a pussy could get—although it was fucking nothing to the real thing. My balls tightened as I imagined her body writhing underneath mine as I filled her up nicely with my cum.
Her cunt would be full—and she would be begging me for more.
The pressure finally released, and I came with a hiss, my head banging against the wall. My legs trembled, and I fought to hold myself up. Thick ropes of cum shoot out, coating my hands and instantly being washed off by the raining water.
I kept fisting my cock until every last drop was spent…for the beautiful blonde girl. Squeezing my eyes shut, I tried to get my breathing under control.
What a fucking mess.
But a mess that I apparently just took a liking to. Or should I say, my cock took a sudden liking to her.
I quickly washed off and walked out, drying myself and wrapping a towel around my waist. My legs dragged behind me as I made my way to the bed. Dropping on it, I removed the towel and crawled under the covers.
My eyes started to droop without any problem, fatigue finally taking over. Jerking off always did the job.
But when I closed my eyes again, all I saw was her.
“She isn’t part of the plan,” I muttered to myself. Get your head together. Don’t think with your dick, asshole.
But my thoughts did nothing to appease my sudden hunger. A hunger for a girl that wasn’t meant for me.
“She isn’t part of the game,” I said again.
I was almost drifting off to sleep and felt my lips tilting up in a smile.
Maybe she could be…it would be our little secret.
That was my last thought before sleep took over and dragged me into the darkness.
Where she was waiting for me.
***
“Are you sure you don’t want to meet Ayla one last time? She’ll be disappointed,” Alessio said when we reached the main doors.
“No. Don’t wake her up. Let Maila sleep too. I will see them—and everyone else—when I get back home again,” I muttered.
He stared at me silently and then nodded. I could almost hear his thoughts.
Will you be back home? What happens if you can’t make it—what happens if you never make it back?
The thought left me reeling because it was true. What if I never make it out alive?
But I quickly shook my head. Be optimistic, fucker. Like how you’re optimistic about getting pussies. Just like that.
Nikolay and Phoenix were standing behind Alessio, their faces impassive, hiding their true feelings. Being away from them for a year and now going back again, it was hard. I knew it would be hard, but I didn’t expect it to hurt.
These guys were my family, my brothers, and I didn’t even know if I was going to see them again.
“Ready?” Alessio said.
I took a deep breath and nodded. “As ready as I can be if I was getting fucked in the ass—without lube.”
They cracked a smile and shook their heads. Yeah, that was what I wanted to see. Alessio walked me to the car. The driver opened the door for me, but I paused.
I turned around and looked at Alessio. His fists clenched at his sides, but he nodded, giving me his permission.
Before I could get into the car, he moved forward and wrapped an arm around my neck, pulling me close.
I didn’t think; I just laid my forehead on his shoulder.
It wasn’t weakness. Fuck no. It was love for my brother.
“Promise me you will be back, Viktor,” he said quietly, only for my ears. His voice was rough, maybe even a little hoarse.
I nodded. “I promise,” I returned.
A promise made to my Boss. My king. My brother. A promise to hold and never break.
“Just come back to us safe. Everyone will be waiting for you. Believe it or not, we need you. I need you.”
His hold tightened before he slapped me on the back and stepped away. His face was emotionless again, and I straightened to my full height.
We both nodded, and with a final glace at the estate and him, I got into the car.
The drive to the airport was a blur. Hell, the plane ride was a fucking blur too. I barely remembered anything. I drifted off to sleep and then woke up again as the plane touched down.