Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 77265 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77265 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
I yelp when he rises to his feet with me in his arms. “Where are we going?”
Someone whistles and we hear a few catcalls.
“I need privacy with you, love.”
He takes me around to the front of the house and sets me down on the top step. The sultry look in his eyes tells me what he wants and I’m glad to give it. I yank at the buckle of his jeans, eager to pull his cock out. He grunts when I finally free it, grabs onto the railing, and leans toward my waiting mouth.
I take hold of his thick, hot dick and lick the salty tip. The sound he makes sends heat waves rippling through me. I’m not one to tease, going straight for my goal of swallowing his length. He lets out a string of curse words that makes me giggle once I’ve stopped the gag reflex.
His hand caresses my head as he slowly bucks against me. I’ve learned how to relax my throat so he can easily slide down it. It’s a bit uncomfortable, but I love how quickly he comes. It feels that good to him.
“Oh fuck,” he groans. “I swear you kill me when you do this, love. I want to last, but it feels so fucking amazing.”
My nostrils flare as I bob up and down, encouraging him to fuck my throat. It only takes a few more of his thrusts and he’s over the edge. Spurts of salty heat gush into my throat. I swallow them and his spasming cock over and over until he’s spent.
He staggers away from me and all that’s left of him is a string of cum that runs down my chin. I watch him as he puts himself back in his pants and make a show of using my finger to push the remnants of him back into my mouth.
“Tell me when I can be inside you again,” he growls. “Not just your mouth. You.”
I rise to my feet and fling my arms around his neck. “Not soon enough.”
It takes every ounce of self-control in me not to beg for him to fuck me anyway, doctor’s orders be damned. Thankfully, he keeps his desire in check.
“Come on,” Caius says, pulling away and taking my hand. “Date night isn’t over. You owe me a dance.”
I flash him a stupid, lovestruck grin.
And he gives me one back.
Caius
Pounding on our bedroom door has me jolting up, panic clawing at my throat. Kaitlyn shrieks, Sunshine barks, and Nova lets out a furious howl.
What the fuck?
I burst out of bed, throwing my jeans over my boxers on the way out the door, not bothering with a shirt. Romy’s voice can be heard calming the girls as I exit the room.
“You have to see this,” Koyn rumbles, motioning for me to follow him.
I make my way to the living room area in the clubhouse, where the television is on. There’s a news alert from the White House.
President Huxley is dead.
“What the hell is going on?” I ask, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. “How did he die?”
The press secretary, with tears in his eyes, explains how the president was found this morning having apparently hung himself from his bathroom door with a bed sheet.
“There will be an intense investigation,” the press secretary vows, “but our initial findings indicate it was a suicide. Vice President O’Malley will be sworn in as president very soon. As more information is given to us, we’ll pass it on to the American people. It’s our hope to be as transparent as possible.”
Someone cuts in and barks out a question. “Do you think the suicide has anything to do with the evidence and footage leaked by hackers last night? Was he responsible for those terrible things they claimed? Is that why he took his life? To avoid the consequences?”
“That is all. Thank you.”
People talk all over each other, but the press secretary leaves the podium, not answering any of the questions, despite his proclamation of transparency.
Nees mutes it as the newscasters start discussing it. “Holy shit. That’s wild. The trash takes itself out.”
“He killed himself,” I mutter, astonished. “Unbelievable.”
That man tortured me as a teenager. He fucked with my head so incredibly much that I was practically foaming at the mouth to give him even an ounce back of what he gave me. I wanted to make him pay for what he did to me and Romy. I’d had dreams of carving excruciating pain from every inch of his flesh. Admittedly, Dragon gave me some gruesome tips.
“It’s not what we wanted,” Koyn states, arms crossed over his barrel chest, “but it’s something. At least we know his power and influence ends with him.”
One down, two to go.
Huxley, Gideon, and my father, Orion, were the masterminds behind everything. It’s crazy to believe we’re making progress on our plan, even if it’s not going exactly to plan.