Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 68858 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68858 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
I fucked Elena until my balls ached and she was damn near delirious from coming back-to-back on my fingers, tongue, and dick. The taste of her was still on my lips like an addictive drug I wanted to devour all over again. Her juices and blood still decorated my cock like a trophy. My back was a patchwork of angry red scratches--souvenirs from the fiery hellcat I pinned beneath me. When I fucked her again every thrust had been met with sharp claws digging into my flesh, leaving behind marks that would surely scar. I didn't mind. It was poetic in a sense, even as she begged me to stop, she’d claimed me too.
“I'm guessing everything went smoothly with my soon-to-be sister-in-law?” Elias joked, breaking into my thoughts and accurately predicting where they were focused.
“Everything is going according to plan.” I glanced at my watch and waited for the minute hand to complete one full cycle before continuing.
“She’s completely different from Evie,” I confirmed what he really wanted to hear.
“Thank fuck for small miracles.” He pushed himself off the wall and came to stand next to me with a grin on his face. I could hear the relief in his voice. He wanted me to have a partner who would be by my side forever, someone who could strengthen our family ties.
And I wanted the same for him.
Family was everything in our world, and despite the age gap between Elena and myself, and her family being new money while I came from a long line of wealth, the game of roulette was working exactly as it was always intended. I couldn't deny that her parents were skilled players, even if they ultimately lost. Elena had all the potential to be just as ruthless as they’d been. She was a canvas full of potential. The cracks and imperfections only made her more perfect for me, something I could manipulate and corrupt to my heart’s content.
Our union would be even stronger because of it. I was fully aware of how people would perceive our relationship when the news broke that she was the only woman in my life. My plan was to let them speculate until I could reveal the whole truth. My family, a select few close friends, and I knew the real story. That's all that mattered to me. She was mine--to pleasure, to mold, to protect, and perhaps even to destroy if necessary. I wasn’t that concerned about that last bit.
I trusted my instincts when it came to making decisions, big and small. With an endless wealth of knowledge and memories gained from watching over her for the past five years, I had a clear understanding of what to expect. I couldn't remember the last time I had been this excited about something.
As the clock struck two in the morning, the heavy metal door slid open effortlessly, bringing in a warm breeze that I breathed in.
My mind instantly switched into business mode, shutting out all other thoughts. Alfredo, my doorman, escorted the man of the hour inside and then quickly stepped back out, closing the door behind him. "Joshua, I hope you weren't too busy," I greeted him with a hint of sarcasm as I took in his disheveled hair, bare feet, striped boxers, and wrinkled white shirt. Elias chuckled under his breath and reached for his gun.
Joshua paid no attention to my baby brother or me. His focus was fixed on the hooded figures in front of us.
"I apologize for not introducing you earlier. Josh, this is Ryan, Denise, and their daughter who just turned twenty today. Congratulations are definitely in order." As I pointed to each person, their hoods were each removed by one of my men, but they remained gagged. I wanted Joshua to be aware that I knew he had a daughter around the same age.
Another of my men began opening the drums behind us, causing Joshua's eyes to widen with understanding. My family was known for specific methods of execution, and this was one of them.
"What is going on?" Joshua asked, his voice trembling.
"Why don't you kneel down and I'll explain everything," I replied calmly.
He hesitated, struggling between humiliation and potential physical harm if he refused. Finally, with a subtle nod, he lowered himself to the cold stone floor. Elias positioned himself behind Joshua and pressed the barrel of his gun against the back of his head, making it clear we were the ones in control.
"You were supposed to deliver a shipment two days ago," I stated calmly, beckoning for Diablo to move closer with a flick of my finger. When Joshua caught sight of the ax in his hand, he stiffened. "Mr. Escuro, I-I..."
"Don't bother lying to me," I cut him off before he could make excuses. "I saw the man who was supposed to be watching over you. He claimed to have no knowledge of how ten kilos mysteriously turned into eight. He's been loyal to me for years and is now recovering from a broken nose and shattered hands because of your incompetence."