Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 96714 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96714 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
I loved it when he did this. There was double the pleasure. I loved him being inside me, and I loved my clit being teased. Ive knew exactly what I loved.
He brought me close to release several times, but he wouldn’t let me find that bliss. He pulled out of my pussy, and I missed his touch instantly. He grabbed my hip with one hand, and the other, I imagined he grabbed himself, ready as I felt the tip of his cock pressing against my core.
Inch by inch, he sunk inside me, going deeper, and once half of him was inside me, he grabbed my hips and slammed the last few inches, making me gasp at the sheer force of it. Gripping the sheets tightly beneath me, I couldn’t control the moan that escaped my lips. It was impossible.
“I love the sounds you make,” he said.
I couldn’t contain them. There was no way.
Ive stayed still, giving me a short time to become accustomed to the feel of his cock within me.
He tightened his grip and then I knew he was about to start moving. Slow at first, making me feel every inch of his length. Then, he began to increase his thrusts, until it wasn’t long before he pounded inside me, making me take all of him.
With the size and width of him, it was next to impossible, but I loved it. He was a mix of pleasure and pain, but it was such a thin barrier, that I loved it more than hated it. I loved having sex with my husband.
I loved Ive’s hands, his cock, his body. I loved being taken by him. Completely.
One of his hands let go of my hip, and he returned to teasing my clit. The orgasm that swept over me was even stronger than ever as I came hard on his length.
Ive joined me seconds later after he fucked me hard, and then spilled his cum deep inside my pussy.
Chapter Eighteen
Ive
Halloween
Benjamin and Hank were found by different police. Benjamin was found floating in the river, his eyes gouged out as well as his tongue. Hank was discovered overdosed, badly beaten, in a stinky hotel room.
Before Ivan left to do whatever he had to do, he told me not to approach either the Irish or the cartel. I was to continue as if Benjamin and Hank were my problem. I wanted to ask questions but knowing Ivan, he already had plans in place, so I continued to deal with business and solving problems. Victor had returned to his territory, as had Slavik and Andrei.
I had ears and eyes everywhere. Even though I wasn’t going to approach either organization, that didn’t mean I didn’t have people giving me daily information about what they are doing.
According to my sources, they had withdrawn, even questioning their involvement with my two thugs, but I knew they were working together on this.
“Sir, Cassie is here to see you,” Vlad said, stepping into my office. Seconds later, the annoying sister that wouldn’t return home, was here.
Rage had tried to get her to leave with him on multiple occasions but it would seem I was the one to take care of both sisters. I knew Charlotte loved having Cassie around. At least, Cassie wasn’t a pain in the ass. She had insisted on going out and getting a job. A job I had to acquire for her, but so far, she’d been perfect at it. It was the clothing store where I’d gotten Sophie fired from.
I’d not heard from Sophie, so I made a note to ask Vlad, to make sure she wasn’t going to cause me a headache.
“You wanted to see me,” Cassie said.
She was dressed in a black skirt, white shirt, and jacket, looking every part the businesswoman.
“Yes, does Charlotte enjoy Halloween?” I asked.
It was a stupid question, but one Ivan had asked me yesterday after our call with the latest updates.
Cassie stopped and frowned. “Halloween?”
“Yes, does she like dressing up, going to parties?” I asked.
She turned a bright red and nibbled her lip.
Folding my arms across my chest, I glared at her. “You have no idea, do you?”
“Back home, Charlotte wasn’t allowed to … participate in Halloween.”
I saw the shame as she lowered her head.
Anger consumed me. I was so pissed off, but instead of being angry, I took a deep breath, and then nodded my head.
“So, you don’t know.”
“No.”
Moving back behind my desk, I stared down at the calendar and then made the decision. One of my nightclubs always celebrated Halloween with a fancy dress-up. Charlotte would find out one way or the other exactly if she enjoyed it or not.
“You can leave,” I said.
Cassie made no move to leave and this annoyed me. Lifting my glare to her, I waited.
“I’m sorry,” she said.
“What exactly are you sorry for? For not fighting for her? For letting your father do the shit he did to her? Have you seen the scars on her back?” I asked.