Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 113710 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113710 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
Desire is.
“Yes,” the stranger moans as I draw my lips close to the cropped hairs splayed across his groin.
He’s still fully dressed, but I have no hesitation in saying his body is divine. His V muscle is well-defined, and the rocks of his hips pushed his dress shirt up enough to reveal the start of an impressive six-pack.
“Just… like… that…” A hip thrust emphasizes each word.
The more I work him, the more his breaths hiss through his teeth. He’s losing control, and I’m only one step behind. I’m hot all over, and my bikini bottoms are slick with arousal.
Fueled by intense arousal, I devour him hungrily, as though I’ve been deprived of a taste I didn’t know I craved until this moment. I swirl my tongue around his broad head with each suck, and I moan when he rewards my effort with a squirt of pre-cum.
He’s close. I can feel it.
The thick veins feeding his impressive manhood throb against my palm as I stroke, paying dedicated attention to the crown. I drag my teeth over the ridges, poke my tongue into his slit, and nuzzle the silky-smooth flesh with my cheek.
“In or out?” he questions as his eyes slowly close while he arches up, stuffing more of his fat cock into my mouth.
Its throbbing mirrors the frantic buzz racing through my core when I murmur, “In.”
Somehow, he thickens even more as our eyes meet and he surrenders to the madness consuming him. Cum pours from his cock as his nostrils flare, but his eyes never leave mine. I pause to savor the taste of him in my mouth before swallowing every drop.
Then I’m rewarded a purely wicked grin.
Chapter 5
Dante
“Fuck,” I hiss, my fingers digging deeper into Lucia’s sweat-soaked hair.
She’s sucked me dry and swallowed every drop of my cum, so the rush of wet heat over the sensitive crown of my cock when she accepts me back into her mouth is too intense to ignore.
I’m still hard enough to drill the Antarctic, and I want more, but since my plan to coax her into my world fell apart ten seconds into her performance, I need to level the playing field.
When Lucia smiles, loving my hissed response, my bone-dry mouth twitches into a playful smirk, and the thrill of the chase races through my veins.
I’m on her before I remember that this isn’t what our meeting is supposed to be about. I kiss her while snickering at how quickly she unraveled my plan.
I was supposed to be calm, professional, and respectful. I came to observe her in a neutral environment so it wouldn’t feel threatening, before suggesting ways she’d be a better fit for my team.
The idea was to ease her into working with me before pushing a personal objective I couldn’t let go of, no matter how hard I tried to rationalize that it wasn’t feasible.
I didn’t come into this meeting expecting my dick to be sucked.
The old, outdated practices of our world no longer work now that I’m a father. My daughter will not be traded to strengthen family ties, and she will not be expected to marry for anything but love. Change needs to happen. That’s why I promised myself I’d step back from my eldest brother’s way of thinking about tossing his woman over his shoulder and forcing an unbreakable connection.
I have no desire to force someone to be with me. I want a real connection.
And then Lucia stepped onto the stage, and my brain turned to mush.
The lights caught her hair first. They were bright enough to make the soft wash of brown look closer to the golden locks I’d envisioned all week while stroking my cock and to emphasize every incredible curve she has.
When she moved toward the pole, the room shifted. It was a subtle lean, as if gravity had reoriented itself around her. I’d rehearsed the respectful, measured lines I planned to deliver, but one spin around the pole and suddenly none of it mattered.
I hate what she has to do to make a living. Everything I’ve done over the past six months to keep my daughter out of a job like this was suddenly in front of me, showing me how much more still needs to be done.
Then I saw how alive she became when she focused on her performance rather than what she was wearing while doing it.
I’ve seen talent. I’ve hired plenty of it in my late twenties. Entire empires are built around people who can command a room. But Lucia’s performance was something else. It wasn’t solely her skill that mesmerized me. It wasn’t even her charisma. It was an instant electric spark that grew impossible to ignore in a shockingly short time. It’s the addiction you don’t see coming until it slaps you hard across the face, and you find yourself spending months in rehab.