Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 38829 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 194(@200wpm)___ 155(@250wpm)___ 129(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38829 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 194(@200wpm)___ 155(@250wpm)___ 129(@300wpm)
“It’s all done and waiting on you, sir. We’ve missed you.” I lift an eyebrow and smirk at her. Her smile deepens. “I’ve missed you,” Layna confesses softly.
“I have some personal meetings today. Be at my place at eight tonight,” I order. Her eyes light up. I’m not stupid. I see the dollar signs in her eyes. I just don’t give a fuck. I’ve been locked up for four years. Layna will help work that out for a bit. It’s just one of the reasons I had Hangman move her from the club to my office. If she wants to fool herself into thinking she can use her body to attach herself to me, let her think it. She’s nothing but free pussy to me. That’s all any woman will ever be. I’ll never let another one get close to me again. Olivia taught me an important lesson that I’ll never forget.
“You got it, Blade. Would you like me to bring dinner?” Her question is flirty and filled with an unspoken invitation as she uses my first name.
“We’ll order room service,” I respond. “I have some men arriving in the next hour. Show them to my office and bring us some coffee.”
She nods, still grinning at me. I shake my head and walk into my office. “Can I help you with anything else before they arrive, Blade?” she asks from right behind me.
I turn to face Layna. My hand wraps around her neck, applying just enough pressure to make my dick twitch in my pants. Her eyes dilate, and the hunger on her face is more than evident. “It has been four years, so I’m willing to let it pass this once, but what’s the rule we have here at the office?” She moistens her lips, her eyes hungrily eating me up. When she doesn’t answer right away, I apply more pressure, cutting off her airflow. She can’t talk now—even if she wanted to. I don’t miss the way her nipples pebble under the blue silk shirt she’s wearing. It doesn’t surprise me that she’s not wearing a bra. For Layna, easy access is something she’s always strived for. I happen to like that about her. Her eyes start to water. The tears leaking down and gliding across her cheeks give me a twisted sense of pleasure. Reluctantly, I slowly let off the pressure in my grip. “Answer me.”
“I’m to call you sir or Mr. Aetos.”
“Now, ask me your question correctly.”
“Is there …” She has to stop talking, taking a visible breath and letting it move through her trembling body. She’s not afraid, at least not like she should be. She thinks I still have a trace of the old me lurking around inside my brain. She couldn’t be more wrong. I’m broken, and the only thing inside of me is a beast that constantly needs to make others suffer.
“I don’t have all day, Layna.”
“Is there anything I can help you with before your appointments get here, s-sir?”
I grin. “Since you asked nicely, go in front of my chair and get down on your knees.”
She rubs her lips together and swallows. To anyone else, she might look afraid. I know better. I see victory shining in her eyes. It makes me want to laugh. I’m going to show her how hollow victory can make you feel.
She nods. “Right away, Mr. Aetos.”
I watch her walk in front of me and glance up at the clock on the wall. I don’t have a lot of time, but there’s enough to use her so I can contain the anger inside me. I know that I have to reach out to Olivia today. Just the thought of seeing her again makes me want to destroy everything around me. I take a breath, knowing punishing Layna will calm me—at least for a while. Control is the key here. I can’t fall apart until I have avenged my brother and made everyone involved in his death pay. That’s the only solace I will ever find in this life.
When I get to my office, Layna is on her knees, sitting back on the heels of her feet. Her hands are together in her lap as she looks at me. Her cheeks are flushed. There’s no way she can hide her hunger for what’s going to happen next—or at least what she thinks is going to happen. I have a feeling even Layna is going to be shocked at the new me. I go to my desk and sit down in my chair.
She licks her lips as she looks at me. “May I, sir?” I nod and her hands go to my pants. She quickly works the zipper, taking my cock out. Her hand wraps around my shaft. She holds me in her tight grip. Her eyes lock on mine as she lowers her head slowly, letting her mouth slide down on me. She starts gagging—but like the champ she is—breathes through it before she goes all the way down. If Layna has one issue, it’s that she isn’t a fan of deep throating. She can do it, but she tries to keep her mouth covering just my head way too much. I’m a sport and allow her to pull up twice, stroking me in tandem with her hand. It feels okay, but it sure as fuck isn’t what I want. I wrap my hand in her hair, and as she slides her lips back down, I tighten my hold. When her hand meets her lips, she tries to pull away. I stop her. Her eyes look back up at mine.