I can’t wait to see them later.
“I’m going to come.” Is thatmyvoice? All breathy and needy and full of lust. “Fuck, Julian, I’m going to ...fuck.”
He sucks on my clit, circling his tongue around it, and I come apart, unable to stop the intense orgasm that washesthrough me, leaving me panting and whimpering. Julian stands, unbuckles his belt, and opens his slacks, unleashing his cock, and then he pushes inside me, filling me so completely, I fall over another edge, squeezing around him.
“Jesus, you’re going to be the death of me,” he growls against my ear before slamming his mouth to mine. I can taste myself on his lips, and Iloveit. I lap at him, licking every drop from his mouth. His cock expands inside me even more as he cants his hips back and forth, chasing his own release. “So. Fucking. Mine.”
He pushes his thumb against my clit, and that’s it for me. I fly over into oblivion with him, screaming his name as my body lights on fire for him.
“I’m going to make cookies every day,” I say as he peppers kisses over my neck, “if this is my reward.”
“Angel, I’ll eat this perfect cunt whenever you want, cookies or not. I’m always hungry for you.”
Twenty-One
JULIAN
“I’ll meetyou back at my building in a few hours, after you’re finished shopping with the girls,” I tell my wife as we ride into the city from the mansion.
“We’ve been talking about this shopping trip for the past three days straight in the group text,” Natasha says with a smile, tapping on the screen of her phone as she types out a message. “Apparently, there’s a new line at Dior that Lulu’s dying to see. Until you, I’ve never worn luxury brands. But I have to admit, they’re nice. The materials feel ... well, luxurious.”
I smile and reach over to tuck her silky blond hair behind her ear. She’s wearing a blue dress that falls past her knees, the color of her eyes, with brown sandals and a brown Dior saddlebag that matches. She’s fucking beautiful.
Of course, she’s just as stunning when she’s in sweats, with her hair in a wild bun at the top of her head and no makeup.
I’ll take this woman any way I can get her.
“Your card finally came.” I pass her Black Card to her. “There’s no limit, Angel. Buy whatever you want.”
“That’s dangerous,” she whispers, and tucks it into her purse. “I won’t go crazy.”
“I just told you to buy whatever you want.”
“But it’syourmoney. I’ll get a job, and then?—”
I unfasten her seat belt and slide her over to me, then buckle her into the middle strap and tip her face up so I can kiss the fuck out of her.
“What was that for?” Her voice is breathy, the way it gets when she’s turned on, and it makes me want to fuck her, right here in the car. And I don’t give a fuck that we’re not alone.
“You don’t need to get a job, unless you want one. I have more money than we could ever possibly need, Natasha. Have fun today. Go buy out Dior, or Chanel, or wherever the three of you end up. I don’t care in the least about what you spend, I just want you to you enjoy yourself.”
“You’re a good man, Julian Stavros.”
The driver coughs, covering a laugh, and I don’t bother to hide my own chuckle as I brush my thumb over the apple of her cheek.
“Only for you, Angel.” I love that she thinks of me as good. I’m not, not even a little bit, but I’ll always treat her well. “Each of you will have a detail with you today, but just call me if there are any issues.”
“There won’t be,” she says with confidence. Once we’ve dropped her off with the others—and I make sure that all six men of their detail are acceptable, and make it clear that I’ll skin them alive if any of these women get so much as a hangnail—I head to my building.
Jack, waiting for me outside the cell, passes me the chair that I requested before unlocking the door and opening it for me.
I stride in, carrying the metal chair, and resist cringing at the smell in this room.
My son is still sitting in the corner. His clothes are filthy, and he’s listless and has lost even more weight.
Please let him hear me today.I might enjoy torturing men who deserve it, but this makes me sick to my stomach.
I turn the chair backward in front of him and straddle it, resting my forearms on the back as I watch him sleep.
