Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 94692 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94692 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Nate adjusted himself and removed his mask. “Do you think he’s good for anything else?”
I let out a breathless chuckle. “Doubt it. Some become astronauts, some become world leaders… James became a cocksucker.”
“He likes to get fucked also,” Jordan mumbled.
“He’s not getting credit for being born with an asshole, dear,” Nate drawled.
I stifled a laugh and groaned instead. Fuck me, I was getting close.
Before I could give him a warning, I decided to keep my mouth shut. I pushed him down on my cock harder and faster, and I let myself get swept away by the pleasure. Warnings were too considerate. I’d rather see him choke and splutter. Make a proper fool of himself.
Or maybe he was greedier than that. Maybe he was the greediest of them all—because when I felt the orgasm take over, it was as if he knew. He managed a quick breath before he sucked me in again, tightening his lips, humming around me, moaning around me. I felt him breathing shallowly, rapidly, through his nose just as I started coming.
Motherfucking hell…
“Ohhh, I wanted to make Daddy come,” Jordan whined.
James swallowed me over and over, with each release, but it didn’t escape my attention that the slut kept some of my come in his mouth. He pulled out and sucked me in a few times more before I grew too sensitive and nudged him off me.
“Thank you, Sir. I can’t wait to do it again.”
“Fuck,” I breathed. “You’re welcome.”
Nate was on his way over to us, something I didn’t register until he was leaning over James, grabbing his jaw, and kissing him hungrily.
I blew out a labored breath and tucked myself in.
“Savor every fucking drop he gives you,” Nate said quietly.
“Yes, Sir,” James replied, out of breath. “May I service you too?”
Nathan brushed his thumb over James’s bottom lip. “Too greedy. Pace yourself.” With that, he straightened and peered down at me, and he smiled. “You look like you need a nap.”
I chuckled gruffly. “I wouldn’t mind one.”
He extended a hand to me. “Too bad you have an interrogation to get to. And I think you should bring Jordan. James and I can watch from the outside.”
Not a bad idea. It would do Jordan good to watch me up close in that setting.
I grasped Nate’s hand and hauled myself up off the couch, and I swooped in and kissed him firmly.
The masquerade ball was all but forgotten on the second floor, where half a dozen friends had gathered outside one of the interrogation rooms. Reese, Walker, Macklin—with his arms folded over his chest and an “I can’t believe this is happening” look on his face, Penelope, Nora, and little Noa.
It hit me that the Tenleys weren’t participating in the Game either; they were organizers. No masks, just nice suits.
I handed over my suit jacket to Nate and adjusted my vest.
“KC’s inside going over evidence,” Reese said. “River will be here with Shay in a few minutes.”
I inclined my head and ushered Jordan into the room. I pointed to a corner. “You’ll sit there on the floor and don’t say a single word unless it’s yellow or red. Am I making myself clear?”
“Yes, Sir,” the boy mumbled.
Reese leaned against the doorway. “Has he misbehaved already?”
I eyed Jordan, who finally had his metaphorical tail between his legs.
“More like my curse of being a fun-loving Daddy,” I reckoned. “You go about your life, and then a brat comes along thinking you don’t got what it takes to put him in his place.”
Reese chuckled. “He’s gonna learn, I guess.” He cocked his head and smirked when Jordan looked at him, all hesitant-like. “Have you ever asked your Daddy what makes him a good Sadist?”
Jordan swallowed and shook his head.
“That would be your first mistake,” Reese murmured. “Enjoy the show.”
He walked out and closed the door.
Jordan wasn’t cocky anymore.
I sat down at the table, where KC had a few printouts lined up. Security footage from outside—with time stamps. The window of opportunity, so to speak. Photos of the spray paintings. A list of details, such as the time it would take for Shay to walk from their house up the road to here. A list of his closest friends.
Penelope wasn’t on the list, but Nora was. Lane, Tate, Macklin…
KC made some notes and then tapped one of the printouts.
I looked closer.
I grinned.
Nate set three bottles of water on the table when River arrived with Shay.
“Have a seat, Shay.” KC gestured to the chair across from us.
I folded up the sleeves of my shirt and observed the guy. Shay was young, in his mid-twenties, tatted up, and one of the fighters in the community. He lived for adrenaline rushes and fear play; not a whole lot scared him in the kink world. But hand in hand with his bad-boy attitude came a cheeky Middle who didn’t mind goofing off with his Daddy.