Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 62693 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 313(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62693 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 313(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
That’s a shame, really, now he never will.
Like I told Lilith—she’s mine, and by proxy, the children are now mine as well.
“Have Sommers bring him to the warehouse on fifteenth street. I’ll meet them there. Call Harrold to have a clean-up crew on standby.”
“Understood… Matthew, about last night. Do you want to let me in on…”
“No. I’ll see you at the warehouse.”
“Alright,” he says before I disconnect from the call.
I tour the kitchen and see that it is well used. The fridge and cabinets hold a mixture of healthy and not so healthy food in them. Looking around myself, I get the picture of a normal upper-middle-class family home.
How the hell this jackass Marshall could talk Sean into such a huge financial venture is way beyond my understanding. I knew when I was helping them that the risk was going to be too fucking high for my gain/loss ratios.
I allowed myself to get fucked out of five million dollars.
Five million dollars.
Marshall may think we are done with him, but we aren’t. Not by a fucking long shot.
Walking back up the stairs, I move into the bedroom and stare down at the blonde-haired beauty.
Even in the pale light coming through the parted curtains I can see her finely detailed features. Her face looks like it’s been sculpted from porcelain. Her high cheekbones would almost look too much if they didn’t blend in so well with her cheeks. The striking pink hue of her lips are almost red.
Her lips look as if they were meant for two things, sucking my thick cock between them and kissing as hard as I can, even if it bruises them.
Sometime during the night, her hair has become even more tousled, making her look like she has been fucked senseless. I suppose she was.
I can’t help but look down at her slender neck and shoulders.
The blanket covering her is an annoyance but it needs to be there I suppose. The house is warm, but in here it’s a bit chilly. I bet if I were to remove the blanket, and then her bra, her nipples would be tightened into two hard diamonds.
Shaking my head, I look down at my cock. It’s almost as hard as it was when I forced it completely into her this morning.
Hard, but not yet throbbing.
Dropping my boxers down my legs, I lean down kissing Lilith on the cheek. She did so well this morning.
I walk over to the master bathroom and switch on the light. It’s not a large bathroom by any means, and I don’t like how small this house feels.
Things are going to be much easier when we get back home.
The shower was not up to my standards. I want my shower hot as fuck and with space to move around. Not some shitty tub I have to stand in.
Drying myself off, I walk out of the bathroom. It was a long night, and from the phone call with Simon, it looks like it will be even longer before I can get into some clean clothing.
I walk to where I stood before at the bed, looking down at Lilith. She looks so beautiful there. She must sense something different though because her eyes slowly open.
Staring up at me, a half smile forms on her lips before she must realize I’m the one standing before her.
Sitting up, she pulls the blankets around herself as her eyes start darting around the room.
“Good morning,” I say with a smile.
“Good… What happened… You’re naked,” she stutters, her eyes landing directly on my cock.
Nodding my head, I finish drying my head then toss the towel back behind me towards the bathroom. “That happens when I take a shower.”
“Why… we…”
“Yes, we did that this morning. I was planning on making you wait longer before serving me so well, but I could tell you have been suffering for far too long.”
Her eyes grow wider as she says, “You’re talking like I am your slave.”
“You are, for the time being. I am sure you will eventually be more,” I say as I stare down at the blanket covering her body.
Reaching down, I pull it hard from her hands.
She gasps as she asks, “What are you doing?”
“Don’t ever cover yourself like that again when I want to look at you.”
She sits there, her mouth opening and closing in shock.
I walk over to the chair where my clothes have been set and begin to put them on, sans the dirty boxers. It won’t be the first time I have gone home without having a pair of underwear on.
“What time do you take the children to school?” I ask as I start tucking my shirt into the pants.
“Oh my god, you really were serious last night… You’re trying to keep us, aren’t you?”
“Yes.”
“But…” She shakes her head. “I wake them at seven and drive them to preschool and kindergarten by eight.”