"Well, about Rose's family?"
"I will deal with it. Thank you, Ethan." I wave him away and he flashes me a smile, but he doesn't leave fast enough for my liking.
I'm so close to exploding in such a short time that every part of my lower half trembles and aches from the constant sucking and bobbing from Rose's mouth.
As soon as Ethan closes the door, I push away from the desk but Rose follows, keeping her mouth latched onto me.
As she sinks down once again, I slide my hands into her dark hair and cradle the back of her head, then I prevent her next rise and instead thrust my hips upward and shove my cock deep into her throat.
Rose chokes and a convulsion shudders through her body, but I hold her there, and as her throat works against the intrusion, massaging my cock in tight waves, I finally reach my end. I come down her throat with a trembling gasp and hold her in place until every last pulse has poured down her throat.
Only then do I release her.
She draws her head back with a hoarse, wet gasp and then gives me the most dazzling smile I've ever seen.
"Rose… are you insane?"
"Maybe," she admits while licking her lips, then she leans forward and delicately kisses my softening cock. "You really shouldn't let me get bored."
She might actually kill me, and at this rate I'll be happy to go.
10
ROSE
Life on the Belyaev Estate is calmer than I expected.
Before the wedding, Mathew would spend hours detailing how tyrannical and horrible Konstanin was and how he deserved everything that was coming to him.
Over and over again, he would lament about how he would take everything by force if he had the manpower to back it up, but because he doesn't, he's reduced to sneaky methods like trafficking me under the painful threat of losing my family.
I braced myself for horror.
But in the month I've been here, I haven't seen a single horrible thing from Konstantin or the people around him.
I'm not naive enough to think it's all lies—after all, reputations are always born from some form of truth—but Konstantin is… nice.
He's kind to me.
Great in bed.
Gives me more freedom than I've had in months and doesn't question what I'm up to or where I've been.
I'm sure Calvin reports it all back to him if he asks, but it's almost as if he trusts me.
He certainly trusts me enough to plan this party and I've thrown myself into the task over the past few weeks. It's easy to get lost in the excitement.
The party might be a ruse to try and get information out of his generals and slip bugs into their phones, but it's a party nonetheless.
I sit out on the patio with my phone in hand and scribble down the last of the flowers required for the ballroom.
The party I have in mind requires a very specific kind of atmosphere to get these people to open up, so I've chosen roses.
Roses are romantic at a glance, but even more so if every hired dancing girl keeps one between her teeth while approaching a target.
Those men won't be able to resist.
"Do you think a sculpture is too much?" I glance up at Calvin and squint against the sunlight. "It's too much, isn't it?"
