Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 78850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Like a horse responding to the pull on the reins, she did as I asked. “Come inside me.”
I closed my eyes because it took all my strength not to.
“I know you want to.”
I clenched my jaw tight because I didn’t want it to end. I felt like a teenager who couldn’t conduct himself with a woman. But any man with an ass like this in his face would be in the same predicament.
Against my wishes, she rocked her hips faster, plunging my dick into her creaminess over and over. I could see it build up around the base of my dick and right behind the grooves of the head.
“Come.”
That was the trigger that made me come undone. I closed my eyes briefly as the pleasure started at my stomach and moved down my length. It exploded from my tip, pumping all my desire right into the object of my affection. With a loud groan, I finished, her beautiful ass still right in front of me.
She sat back, right on my dick, and looked at me over her shoulder. “I’ve never had a man last longer than a minute when I do that.”
The anger came out of nowhere, having the bite of a snake. “Don’t talk about other men with me.” My dick was still hard inside her, coated in our mutual arousal.
Her eyes remained locked on mine. A breath passed between us. She didn’t know what to say.
I pushed her off me, making her back hit the mattress, her feet toward the headboard.
I was on her instantly, my hips separating her knees and thighs, my dick burrowing its way back inside her once more.
She inhaled a deep breath in surprise, her palms flattening against my chest.
With one hand fisted into the back of her hair, I took her roughly on the sheets, fucking her like I hadn’t had her in weeks. With every thrust, I claimed her as mine, made her forget the men she teased, the men who used to pay for her services.
She was mine now.
EIGHTEEN
CAMILLE
Outfits were given to me out of thin air. Hugo would lay a new dress across the back of the couch with matching shoes and the jewelry Cauldron wanted me to wear, and I was expected to put it on for whatever event we had that night. Tonight, it was a dark blue dress with a single strap. It was a cocktail dress, tight on my waist and hugging my hips so perfectly it seemed tailored.
We got into the car and left, Cauldron in a gray button-down shirt and black trousers. As with the rest of his clothes, he filled it out perfectly, his shoulders and arms stretching the material. He rolled the sleeves up to his elbows, showing all the cords down his forearms.
“Where are we going?”
“A friend has invited me to dinner.”
“When you say ‘friend,’ do you mean customer?”
He kept his eyes out the window. “No.”
The jewelry he’d given me was much more discreet than the usual diamonds he had me wear. It complemented my outfit appropriately.
We pulled up to the house fifteen minutes later. It was just like Cauldron’s, like all billionaires’. After a while, all the properties looked the same. We were escorted inside then came face-to-face with the owner of the house. “Cauldron, it’s lovely to see you.” He shook his hand.
“You too, Oscar.” After he shook Oscar’s hand, he moved his arm around my waist.
I nearly jumped because he’d never touched me like that before.
“This is my girlfriend, Camille.”
His girlfriend? I snapped out of it and shook Oscar’s hand. “You have a lovely home.”
Oscar smiled at me before he introduced his wife, Martine, who was twenty years younger and supermodel status. She was nice, giving me a kiss on each cheek and a genuine smile. We were escorted to the dining room, where the servants waited on us hand and foot.
“How’s business?” Oscar asked.
“No complaints,” Cauldron said. “I’m due to make a trip out there soon. Keep everyone on their toes.”
Did that mean I would tag along?
“I do the same with my employees,” Oscar said. “You gotta make sure everyone stays honest. Am I right?”
Cauldron nodded. “Always.”
Martine sipped her wine as she looked at me. “How did you two meet?”
Like a deer in the headlights, I just sat there, unsure what to say. Memories of me climbing over his limestone wall to get to his front door came back to me. I snuck on to his yacht and slept aboard until I confronted him far out at sea. If I told them the truth, they’d probably think it was a joke. A very bad joke.
“An art auction,” Cauldron said. “Instead of bidding on the paintings, I bid on her.”
Oscar gave a chuckle like it was a joke.
Even though it kinda wasn’t.
Cauldron moved his arm over the back of my chair, his fingers lightly touching the back of my neck.