Page 5 of Charity's Redemption

His thrusts continued through the rippling waves of rapture until he found his own release. Warm bursts exploded inside of me as his motions seized into jerky, shallow strokes.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” he said, his compliments sending a fire of red across my skin.

Nico pulled my nipple into his mouth, sending currents of static down to my belly.

“I don’t know about that, but thank you.” I laughed.

Nico bit down on my breast in response.

I squealed as I recoiled and slapped his chest. “Ow.”

“I’m going to teach you to accept my compliments.”

There was no amount of torture or pleasure in this world that would have me accepting compliments without self-doubt sinking in first like an inescapable bog. But if he was willing to give me a bit of that special mixture, I’d let him try.

I hadeverythingto gain.

“Yeah. Good luck.”

Nico bit the other side of my breast, this time his teeth sinking in deeper, making my core clench around him. “Ow. Okay, okay. Thank you for thinking I’m God’s gift to men.”

He released me, then kissed the reddened flesh. His Moreno chocolate eyes stared into mine as he smirked. “Let’s not get too dramatic here.”

I kissed his full lips as we laughed, his cock still twitching inside of me.

“My days would be astronomically better if you visited me all the time,” I said between kisses and brushing his hair back away from his brow.

I rubbed against him, feeling him harden inside me, but he stilled my motions with his fingers digging into my hips. “As happy as I am at the way this visit turned out, I have to say it wasn’t a social call.”

“Don’t ruin the mood,” I pouted.

He tightened his hands against me, despite my protest.

The moment was over.

We’d had our fun, and now it was back to business as usual.

I exhaled with defeat, then climbed off his lap with disappointment. Having our moments together pulled us out of the reality of our worlds, but the moment it ended, it thrust us back in like a fantastically bad dream I could never escape.

“Lay it on me. What’s the damage?”

I grabbed a handful of napkins and wiped between my legs, catching his cum before it rolled down to my knees.

Nico groaned as he pulled up his pants while I located my shirt. “We are having issues with a Keeper down at Holdings.” He zipped up his fly. “You know the apartment complex?”

I puffed out my cheeks and put my hands on my hips as I looked around.

“Yeah. The one he bought after your dad went to prison?”

He nodded. “Yes.”

Luca bought it to house the women and to filter money through it. He could say he charged premium rent to show a legit income, even though he never charged them a penny.

“So send Max. I don’t deal with the Keepers.”

I bent over and picked up my shirt that was next to the desk, slipped it over my head, and then pulled my pants up.

I’d love to go down there and stab those little fuckers in the eyes, but a beat down was more Max’s style.

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