Page 89 of Speak No Claim

The way she purred, melted, begged for mercy. Over and over again. I wouldn’t stop until she couldn’t walk for days, feeling me every second between her legs.

My dick, my fingers, my tongue, my mouth…

“Uhhh…” I groaned out a little too loudly on the edge of coming, but not quite there yet.

My dick was getting harder to the point of pain until finally, I came so fucking hard I saw stars. My entire body shook with the most intense orgasm of my life.

“Fuck!”

My biggest fear had come to life. Her poison infected me, and it was keeping me alive.

The irony was not lost on me.

Hennessy

“Oh!” my uncle’s fiancée, Elizabeth, announced, walking into the kitchen while I cooked. She looked at me like I was crazy. “You know we have a chef, right?”

I smiled at her, trying to be friendly.

She took a peek into the pots. “What are you cooking?”

“My uncle has never cooked for you?”

She scoffed out a chuckle. “That’s not how our relationship works.”

“You don’t cook for him?”

She laughed. “We have a chef, one of the best in the world. He doesn’t want me cooking for him.”

“Hmm, food is the key to a man’s heart.”

She was quick with it. “Which is why I hired the best for us.”

“I see…” I hesitated for a moment. “Well, your chef doesn’t cook Peruvian food.”

“Is that what that is?” She inhaled, looking all around. “Smells good.”

I smiled again. At least she was trying to play nice. We were getting somewhere, but as soon as it occurred, it was over because she informed…

* * *

“We’re going to my brother’s house for Thanksgiving tomorrow.”

Chapter

Twenty-Eight

Hennessy: Tis the season to be jolly.

“We do it every year,” she revealed. “You’ll get to meet the family. They’re dying to meet you.”

I jerked back. “Me? Why?”

“You’re my fiancé’s niece. Of course they're dying to meet you.”

Unable to resist, I blurted, “Did you know my father?”

“You could say that.”