Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 78155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
He took a slow inhale, and then his neck tightened when he tensed. He was a man of few words, but he clearly liked dirty talk. Or at least, he liked to listen to it. He got off on an ego boost, a power dynamic.
“I love this dick.”
“Jesus.” His hand moved to my neck, and he squeezed, almost like he wanted me to shut up.
I did this all for him, expected no pleasure myself, just wanted to make him feel good since he always made me feel good. “Come inside me.” Up and down, I moved, sheathing him to the base even when it hurt, eyes locked on his, my hair a curtain of silk around my shoulders. “Come on…” My nails scratched his skin.
The cords in his neck were about to pop.
“Give it to me.”
“What the fuck are you doing to me?” he growled.
“You earned it.” I started to move faster, but I still kept a gradual pace, knowing he liked to savor the feeling of our bodies moving together. He gave me his speed because he knew it made me come, but I knew sensation was his downfall, the feeling of our two bodies gliding past each other in my pool of arousal. “Let go.” I knew he wanted to wait for me to go first, like he always did. But this time, it was all about him.
He inhaled another breath before he placed his hand on my hip to guide me.
I moved his hand away, grabbed the other one too, and pinned his elbows into the mattress with his hands above his head. I linked our fingers together and used his arms for balance, continuing to ride and grind on his dick, seeing his skin redden in arousal, his veins pop in desire.
His hips started to move with me like he couldn’t control himself. His breaths escalated, and he began to slip away, caught up in the desire that drowned him to the bottom of the ocean. He closed his eyes for a brief moment and then tensed when he released, emitting a deep moan that made goose bumps appear over my flesh. Then his hips pumped into me as he finished, his hard body tightening even more and creating rivers between the sections of muscles.
I released his hands, leaned forward, and kissed him. “Now you can take a shower.”
27
LUCA
February ended and March arrived, and with it came the hint of spring. Flowers started to bloom once again outside of balconies and terraces. Instead of women walking in boots through the snow, they wore heels on their way to work.
I preferred winter, personally. I always ran warm, so even in the snow, I didn’t wear a coat. A long-sleeved shirt was enough for me. Even before I’d added a hundred pounds of muscle to my body, I’d been that way. Whenever I had to wear a tuxedo or a suit for an event, I thought I was going to melt.
I stood outside the building at five on the dot, an hour of daylight still left.
Jacques opened the door and stepped out, wearing trousers and a collared shirt with a tie. His bag was over his shoulder. Like he’d had a long day at work, he pulled out a cigarette and lit up before he began his walk to his apartment.
I caught up to him and matched his speed. “Got any extra?”
He halted when he realized I was there, the cigarette sitting between his lips. The sidewalk was crowded because everyone had gotten off work, and they were heading to cafés for a drink and a smoke before they retired for the evening.
He stared at me as the smoke left his nostrils. “I want nothing to do with this. No offense, Luca.”
“Not here to recruit you.”
“I don’t want the association either.”
“I get it. But no one knows I’m here. No one is watching us. And that doesn’t matter anyway because your relationship to your father is still public knowledge. If someone wants to hurt your father, they’re going to come for you. There’s nowhere in the world you can hide. Change your name, get fake passports, live in a hut in rural Russia, you’ve still got a target on your back.”
He took another drag from the cigarette before he took it from between his lips. He dropped it on the ground and stepped on it, like the nicotine wasn’t enough to soothe the tightness in every muscle in his body.
“Let’s get a drink.”
“I’d rather not.”
“You’d rather stand out here next to the road in a sea of people?”
A flash of annoyance entered his gaze, but he didn’t give voice to it.
I nodded toward Le Petit Cream. “Shall we?”
He gave me a glare but didn’t fight it.
I walked up to the café and asked for an outdoor table so we could both smoke. It was already busy, so we were squeezed between two round tables, girls on either side of us smoking and drinking their cocktails and talking about their days at work.