Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 90268 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 451(@200wpm)___ 361(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90268 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 451(@200wpm)___ 361(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
The council still had me track her every step and report back to them, and I did. She started researching the Brotherhood. She wouldn’t find anything. No one ever did. She became extremely curious about the Devereaux name.
She wasn’t aware, at least not by me. My sister and her driver were another story. I didn’t trust either of them. Deja would tell her whatever she could to spare me, not realizing they would kill her for it.
I was responsible for two women. One of them was my blood, the other was my sworn enemy. Or at least she was supposed to be, which was why she was assigned to me in the first place. The council loved their fucking games. It was a way to keep us in line and do as they say.
Blackmail was what ran their world.
We kept whatever we were doing a secret, but it was getting harder by the minute. I didn’t tell her much about me, sharing things that weren’t important. I already gifted her the most important thing to me, the greenhouse. She was a hell of a gardener. In the past couple of weeks alone, she’d turned that place into sunshine and bloom.
There was life in there again for the first time since my mother. You could feel it deep in your bones as soon as you walked in. Plants were thriving because of her, and I wondered if she had the effect on me too.
I never felt more alive than I did when I was stalking her, or when I was with her.
How fucked up is that?
As soon as we walked through the front door, my father went straight to his office like he always did, and I headed up to my room. I spent the rest of the day watching her on my computer screen, thinking about my life and how Hennessy fit into it.
She was never far from my thoughts. She knew who my family was and what the future held for me. We didn’t discuss it, but we didn’t have to. That truth was blatantly staring us in the face. Except when I was with her, I didn’t want to be anywhere else. It was like living a triple life.
We’d gotten closer in ways I never imagined could be possible. She was there when I needed her, and even when I didn’t.
I tried to keep that part of my life private from my father. I knew he was becoming more suspicious, especially after I stopped attending my usual festivities at the Brotherhood lodge, where women ran rampant.
I warmed up some of her food in the microwave in my suite. I kept a mini fridge in there as well. She didn’t stop cooking for me, and if it weren’t for how active my body was on the daily, I would’ve definitely gained weight. I always made sure to return her bag and containers. She was very passionate about those too.
She left food for me at the greenhouse. I was addicted to her meat empanadas, and don’t get me started on her pork tamales. She was a hell of a cook.
I sat at my computer for another minute, seeing what she was up to before jumping in the shower. We were supposed to be meeting later. She said she had a surprise for me.
She walked out of her bathroom, wearing nothing but the smallest towel.
“Fuck me…” I breathed out, leaning into my leather seat.
It was white, barely covering her breasts and pussy. Her hair was wet, scattered all over her face and chest, covering more of her body than the towel intended. Her skin was wet and flushed, all slippery and tempting and warm.
This was pure and utter torture. Worse than the lashes on my back that were healing nicely from her medication. All that ran through my head at that moment was that I was fucked.
I had to get the hell out of there. Turning on the shower, I hoped the cold water would drown out all the images of her riding my cock.
Visions of Hennessy bent over my desk as I thrust into her.
Visions of her on her knees, sucking my dick until she gagged.
Visions of her pussy sitting on my face as she screamed my name.
Visions of fucking her in the woods, in the pool, in the greenhouse.
Visions of her dancing for me with fire all around us.
Visions of claiming her ass.
I growled from deep within my chest.
In a matter of seconds, I fucked every hole on her body, claiming her in every position known to man. I watched her tits bounce as I gripped her thighs, wanting to mark her. Leave my imprint on her like we were animals. It was so primal and raw. I’d never been with a virgin, and she didn’t have to tell me that she was. I knew.