Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 75968 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75968 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
I was already ready to go, but my body halted, extending the buildup for a second longer because it was just so good.
But his breathing turned harsh and irregular, fighting the fire in his dick because he wanted to come inside me. He held off for me, waiting for me to go first, and like the gentleman that he was, he didn’t edge himself, too proud to show a sign of weakness.
I’d been fucking him long enough to know his tells and his moves, to know how he felt even when he tried so hard to hide it.
I let myself go, both of my hands gripping his wrists for something to hold on to, like I was at the top of the tracks on a roller coaster and I was about to go into a drop. When I fell over, my nails were like claws, and I came around his fat dick with a mixture of cries and screams, with tears that burned my eyes before they streaked to my ears. “Bastien…” No man brought me to the heavens the way he did, made me see the stars that the strongest telescope could never detect.
He didn’t wait for me to finish before he let go, unable to hold on to the railing a second longer. He made the jump, his cock thickening a little more inside me before he released, giving his final pumps full of mounds of seed.
I loved watching him come inside me. Just made me want to fuck him again.
He seemed to have the same idea because his dick was still hard when he finished. He started his thrusts again, this time pounding into me hard enough to make the bed shift and the headboard tap lightly against the wall. He fucked me like he’d wanted to fuck me for weeks and months, like he’d spotted me across the bar and eye-fucked me all night before he finally got me back to his house. His desire bled from his pores, and he took me like it was his mission to claim me, to erase my past and own my future.
3
BASTIEN
Luca walked into the warehouse in his tactical vest, like he’d just moved product. He talked with the guys across the room before our eyes met, and he joined me at the table.
I sat there, a cigar in my mouth and a cold drink in my hand. It was my first night back on the job. It’d been a long twelve hours, and I still had several more to go. It was the first night that Fleur would be by herself, but I knew she could handle it.
She’d died and come back to life, so she could handle anything.
“How’s she doing?”
“She’s better,” I said after I released the smoke from my mouth.
“And you?”
I gave a shrug. “I’ll get there.”
“Did you work it out, or did she take off?”
“She said she’s not going anywhere.” It was hard not to smile as I said that, proud of my woman for being tough and touched that I was worth fighting for. For most of our relationship, I had done all the chasing, but now she chased me. “She moved in.”
“Yeah?” he asked. “Happy for you.”
“Thanks, man. It’s nice to see you supportive for once.”
“You know I’m protective of you.”
“I’m a grown-ass man and don’t need you to protect me, asshole.” I smirked when I said it, so he knew it was all good between us.
“It’s been quiet. The Aristocrats haven’t made their move.”
“They will. Give it time.”
“Won’t Adrien be their target instead of you?”
“No, they’ll want both of our heads. Adrien crossed them, but I hung Oscar for all the world to see.” And I didn’t regret it. He’d killed my woman, so I burned his ass alive. Didn’t care that his wife was a widow, that his kids wouldn’t have a father. He violated the code—simple as that.
“Maybe we should hit them first, then. Nip this in the bud.”
“Everyone will think I’m a psychopath if I do that.”
“You are a psychopath.”
I smirked. “We need to be diplomatic. Set up a meeting. Give us an opportunity to talk it out before we go nuclear. Everyone needs to see that I’m not a vindicative monster who can’t think straight.”
“Well…you did burn Oscar as he hung on Notre-Dame.”
“That was because he buried my girl alive—and everyone should know what those consequences are.”
“Then I’ll see if they’re receptive to a negotiation,” he said. “Does this negotiation include Adrien?”
I took a drink from my cool glass and finished the last of the scotch. “That fucker is on his own.”
“They’ll kill him for his involvement in this.”
I gave a shrug. “Fine by me.”
“What about Fleur?”
“He’s the reason she almost died, so I don’t think she cares too much.”
He sank back into the chair then lit up his own cigar and released a couple clouds of smoke, enjoying a moment of silence between us, two friends smoking and drinking, what we did best.