Total pages in book: 331
Estimated words: 315585 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1578(@200wpm)___ 1262(@250wpm)___ 1052(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 315585 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1578(@200wpm)___ 1262(@250wpm)___ 1052(@300wpm)
“Angel,” I decide to call her.
If I believed in heaven, she’d be what I imagine it would look like. Her once tight bun has come loose, and her hair now fans out on the disheveled comforter and around her perfect face. Even with smeared makeup, she’s breathtaking.
“Please?” she begs, her tear-filled eyes searching mine, and just when I think she couldn’t get any more gorgeous, she does.
Her hands find their way to my hair. Nails scrape my scalp while her hips ride my fingers. “Fuucckkk…” Her lashes fall closed, and I push my hand farther into her cunt, feeling it stretch against her resistance.
Her eyes pop open in panic, and she gasps.
“Relax, Eve,” I tell her, working them in and out. I’m moving more slowly than I’d like, but I don’t want to hurt her.
She screams out my name, her hands fisting my hair, and I smile. “You can take it, angel.” You’d be surprised what a body can endure.
Fresh tears fall from the corner of her eyes, and I watch with fascination when she nods her head once. “I…I can take it.”
“Good girl.” I push my hand against the pressure of her body wanting to keep it out. “You’re so fucking soaked.”
Her legs tremble and her breathing becomes labored. “Just relax for me, angel. Let me in.”
“O-kay.” She sniffs.
“That’s it. You’re doing so good for me.” My eyes drop to watch my fingers work in and out of her tight pussy. “Come for me, Eve. I want to see how pretty you are when you get off.”
She cries out. I slap my free hand over her mouth and watch her eyes roll back into her head.
“That’s it, angel. I wish you could see how pretty you look right now.”
Her wet lashes fan her cheeks, and I smile when her soaked cunt tightens around my fingers. She arches her back, her chest swelling when she sucks in a long breath and holds it while she comes.
I gently remove my fingers and my hand from her mouth.
She gasps in a breath, and I stand, allowing her to close her legs. Rolling over, she curls into a ball, and I bring my fingers to my lips, licking them. Closing my eyes, I hum my appreciation for how fucking good she tastes.
I yank my slacks up to fasten them before buckling my belt, then return to the bathroom to wash my hands. My cell vibrates nonstop in my pocket, and I quickly dry my hands off to answer it. “Hey—”
“Where the fuck are you?” Adam snaps.
“I’m coming.” I wish that was the case. I’m so fucking hard right now.
“Haidyn has taken out his Lord. Have you done the same?”
Uh… “No.”
“Then what the fuck have you been doing? We’ve been texting you.” He’s lowered his voice, so I know he’s around a crowd of people.
“I said I’m coming. Chill.” I turn to look at the angel lying on the bed, but there’s nothing other than a disheveled bed. “Be right there.” I hang up and rush into the room. “Eve?” I bark, looking around, but she’s gone. Her ripped dress is still on the floor and so are her heels. My jacket is also MIA, and the door to the suite is closed. “Fuck.” She ran.
My cell vibrates again, and I grind my teeth. “What the fuck do you want?” I demand, looking at the dead guy on the floor.
“For you to do your fucking job.” This time, it’s Saint. “Where are you? We’re coming to you.”
“I’m in the owner’s suite, and I have a body.”
“Your initiation?”
“No.” I bend down and start to dig through his pockets so I can put a name to the Lord I murdered.
“What in the fuck are you doing killing random people?” Saint demands. “You’re going to get us in trouble.” He didn’t feel that way when we killed his plus-one in the poker room.
I ignore Saint and pull out the wallet. Opening it up, I scan his license and frown. “It’s him.”
“What?” Saint snaps, barging into the room.
I look up to see Adam behind him. Ending the call, I put my cell away. Haidyn enters, slamming the door shut. He glances around the room. “What the fuck happened in here?”
“I killed him. My Lord.” I frown. “But this isn’t the picture I was given.” I stand, remove the card from my wallet, and show it to Saint.
Haidyn snatches the license from my hand and places it next to the card Saint holds. “Name matches, but the guy doesn’t look the same.”
“Old picture.” Adam shrugs. “His license photo could be over twenty years old. He’s just gained thirty pounds and grew a beard. I think he looks like the Lord.”
“Whatever.” Saint hands me back the card. “It’s done. Let’s toss him over the private balcony. We’ve got to move on to Adam’s.”