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Her little hands reached for my bottoms and pushed them off my hips so my cock could come free. Now her confidence returned, her nails dug into me, her eyes reflecting the arousal in my gaze.
Her naked body was indescribable. With nice tits, womanly hips, a mouth perfect for sucking dick, she boiled my fucking brain. I’d wanted to fuck her a moment ago, but now I wanted her to fuck me instead. I pushed down on her shoulder, guiding her to her knees in front of me.
She obeyed, her knees folding underneath her body.
I grabbed her throat and shoved myself inside, so desperate to get that lipstick all over my dick. I didn’t even give her a chance to breathe before I burrowed myself deep inside. I slid across that slick tongue and made myself right at home. With my hand gripping the back of her neck, I went to town. I watched the tears pool in her eyes. Watched the saliva drip from the corners of her mouth like rain falling off the corners of a roof after a storm. Watched her keep up with my demands to get me off.
I gripped the back of her hair as I finished, giving her my entire length as I watched her struggle not to choke. I filled her throat as I watched her writhe while she held her breath, doing her best to keep it together until I was finished.
I finally let her go, and she instantly gasped for breath.
“Come on, sweetheart.” I grabbed her by the arm and helped her up. “We aren’t done yet.” I got her on the edge of the bed and lowered myself to my knees. My face moved between her thighs, and I kissed the wet pussy waiting for me.
Her body gave an involuntary jerk when she felt me. Then the moan followed. It was like the growl of a bear that had finally gotten the honey. Her fingers dug into my hair, and she ground her hips against me, immediately falling into the pleasure my mouth gave her. “Bartholomew…”
When she said my name like that, I could do this all night.
17
LAURA
The butler escorted me to the drawing room, the same room where I’d stabbed Lucas with that burning cigar. Most of my childhood memories of my father took place in this room. In the winter, the fireplace had burning logs. In the summer, the curtains were drawn shut in the afternoons to keep out the sun.
Today, the curtains were open, and there was no fire.
My father sat in the armchair, a drink beside him, his cigar smashed in the ashtray but the room smelling like a cloud of smoke as if he’d put it out right before I got there. He looked at me, his anger barely suppressed behind that furious gaze.
I took a seat in the other armchair, keeping the table between us. My father had never struck me, but I wasn’t sure what he was capable of anymore. I crossed my legs and stared, my fingers curling into a fist underneath my chin.
“I want a name, Laura.”
“So, no small talk, then?” I asked. “Not even a comment about the weather?”
Now he looked even more pissed off. “I’ll find him whether you tell me or not. And when I do, I’ll break both his legs and throw them in my goddamn fireplace—”
“Touch him, and I’ll burn your eyes out with your cigars.” I’d used my inside voice a moment ago, but I exploded like a volcano once I heard his threat. “How about that? You aren’t the only one who can make threats, Leonardo.” He was still a strong man, but without a weapon, I could slam my chair over his head and knock him out cold. Growing up as the daughter of the Skull King had taught me a few things. I was sure he hadn’t forgotten. “Lucas tried to throw a punch, and my man—” I hesitated when I described him that way, because it felt so right to say “—my man defended me. I’m not sorry for what happened, and as a father, you should be relieved that your daughter’s boyfriend isn’t afraid to get his hands dirty once in a while.”
“You’re my daughter now?” he asked coldly. “Because you called me Leonardo two seconds ago.”
I held his stare and let the silence pass. “Lucas will make a full recovery. Let’s move on.”
“Move on? I’m in the midst of a crisis.”
“Then you don’t have time to worry about my boyfriend, do you?”
He sank into the armchair, and once his fingers tapped the wood of the armrest, I knew he was really furious.
“As long as that asshole Lucas doesn’t touch me again, we’ll have no more problems. So, let it go.”
His fingers continued to drum.Tap. Tap. Tap.
“My man finished it, but yours started it. Remember that.”
His fingers tapped for a long time, his unblinking eyes focused on me across the room. Seconds continued, turning into a full minute. It got so quiet that the cars were audible outside the front gate. “It’s ironic, don’t you think?”
What?
“You run off to Paris because you want nothing to do with this life. Because you’re ashamed of what I do. Ashamed of what I’ve built. Ashamed of everything I’ve done to give you the life of a princess. And yet, here you are, in bed with someone just like me.”
