Page 10 of Lord of Debauchery

Exhaustion was coming close to settling in. It was funny how that occurred right after being near two explosions. I laughed as I finally headed toward the gorgeous set of curved stairs leading up to the various floors. The banister was ornately carved by an artisan, perhaps one local to the area. Every adornment was coastal and inviting.

What I needed to be certain of was that she didn’t have another phone, already having called the cops. While my family had control of our own police force in New Hampshire as well as several others in the surrounding cities, Maine was like the Wild, Wild West as far as I was concerned.

I took the stairs two at a time, waiting on the landing as I listened for any sign of her. From the sound of the slamming door seconds before, I didn’t think she’d had time to rush up to the third or fourth floor, but I would soon find out. As I scanned the hallway, I noticed one door was closed. Grinning, I moved toward it using long strides. With one hand on the doorknob, I tried to contain my amusement as I turned and opened it.

True to what my instinct had told me, the stunning, wet woman came flying from one of the rooms where the door had been left open. In her hand was a lamp held over her head. She issued a cry like a wild animal as she lunged toward me.

I wasn’t into hurting women, but I wasn’t going to add being rendered unconscious to the night’s activities. Without any trouble, I snapped one hand around the base of the lamp, the other around her throat again, but I didn’t bother pushing her against the wall this time.

My mama hadn’t raised a fool. She’d try to punch me a second time. If she did, I wasn’t entirely certain what my reaction would be.

It had been a long-ass night.

With the lamp jerked out of her hand and tossed, I pushed her back to the bed, the force of my fast walk driving us both onto the bed’s surface. The full weight of my body crushed hers, yet she was doing everything in her power to fight me, twisting and turning while attempting to pummel her fists against my face.

It had been a long time since I’d felt a curvaceous body underneath me. I certainly enjoyed her ability to fight but within seconds or so had experienced enough. I yanked one of her arms over her head then the other, giving her a stern look.

“Why don’t we try our introductions over again. Shall we?”

“Fuck you,” she hissed, surprising me all over again by wrapping her long legs around me in a tight squeeze, somehow managing to roll us both over.

Now this was a switch.

“Let me go or so help me God. Who are you? What do you really want? I don’t have any money here if that’s what you’re thinking.”

Her demands were acrid sharp, but I also detected something fascinating. A hint of desire. Perhaps much like I felt, but this was no time for acting on my carnal needs. For all I knew, another brigade of the suicide assassins had followed us yet again, even though I wasn’t certain how. “Do I look like a typical robber to you?”

She wrinkled her nose, her struggles to get out of my hold continuing. “No, but the three goons downstairs look like thugs and all four of you smell like a chimney stack. You are criminals. Right?”

With that, I rolled her back over with ease. This time I shifted back and forth, allowing her to feel how excited she made me.

Her eyes opened wide with terror as well as disgust.

“Let’s just say I’m not one of the good guys, but I have no intentions of hurting you. I simply need a place to stay for the night and a good meal for myself and my soldiers.”

“Soldiers. We’re not in the middle of a war. Wait a minute. You were in that explosion. Weren’t you?”

“Maybe.”

Without any hesitation, she flipped us back over, our bodies now close to the bed’s edge. At this rate, we’d be tussling on the floor soon. Not that I minded the floor in the least.

Or any other location where I could spend it with a beautiful woman. At least by her rolling me back over, her robe had come untied, revealing the sexiest pair of breasts I’d seen in a long time in a crimson bikini top.

My balls were rock hard, my cock throbbing.

“Some people are after you boys. Aren’t they? And stop being aroused. You disgust me.”

“The answer to your question is that my family has enemies who followed me to your lovely shore.”

“So how did you get here?”

“We walked through the woods for about two miles.”

“You broke in,” she continued.

One more time I rolled her over and we were ready to be dumped off the bed. This time I leaned far enough over so our lips were as close to touching as possible. Just breathing in her natural scent was enough to get me high. “I will happily pay for any damage and pay double whatever the costs of the rooms typically are if that makes up for my indiscretions.”

She took several deep breaths, acting as if she was still in control of the situation.

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