Page 29 of Bound to the Crime Lord

I didn’t miss the slight sadness in her features when she noticed I wasn’t turned on by her. She was laying on top of me completely naked, and yet my cock was as soft as cotton candy. But whatever momentary sadness she felt withered and she plastered on a seductive smile.

“I think I can fix this.” She trailed wet hot kisses down my body until she came to my soft cock. She kissed the tip and slowly drew me into her mouth.

I closed my eyes, willing the blood to pour into my dick. But like previous days, every time I closed my eyes I was met with a pair of haunting blue ones.

I pried my eyes open again, my gaze looking up to the ceiling.

“Mm…” Linda worked my cock, trying to bring the dead thing to life.

I stared at Linda trying to work my flaccid cock into hardening, and knew that it would be of no use. There was only one person's mouth that I wanted around my dick, and that was Juliette’s.

Her blue eyes had haunted my sleep for the past two weeks. After that kiss, I had done nothing but think of her. When I jerked off in the shower, it was her lips that I imagined. When I slept, it was her pussy that I would wet my dick with. She had bewitched me in a way that I was not prepared to admit.

I had my pick of the crop. There was no woman that had ever come before me and not dropped their pants in front of me.

Except for her. She was the one that eluded me. She was the one whom I couldn’t quite get a hold of.

“Enough.” I withdrew from Linda’s mouth, much to her dismay. I rolled off the bed and reached for my pants. “You may go, Linda. I’m not in the mood today.”

“What’s wrong?” She sat on her haunches and stared at me with that perfectly rehearsed innocent look in her eyes. I knew Linda well enough to know when she was putting on a show to entice a man. “Would you like my ass today? Or perhaps I could suck your balls, that always gets you off quickly.”

“No.” I didn’t even spare her a glance as I got dressed.

“What is with you these days, Manuel? You ran out the other day like the world was on fire, leaving me again.” The actdropped, and her annoyance filtered through. “Have you found someone else to get you off? You know that no one can fuck you better than I can. Come back to bed and I’ll ride you just how you like.”

She reached for my hand, but I pulled out of her hold. She scowled at my actions.

“Why are you being like this?” she snapped. “Don’t tell me you’ve found love.”

I snapped my neck in her direction, my jaw set hard in annoyance. “Watch yourself, Linda. Need I remind you of your place? You are nothing more than mere property that is passed on from one paying client to the next.”

Hurt flashed across her features, but I didn’t care. She was acting like a claimed woman, when she knew her role was to be nothing more than a whore. There was no shame in what she did. She had chosen this life, and I had never once forced her to stay.

“Surely I mean more to you than just some profiting tool?” The slight crack in her voice only confirmed what I assumed. She wanted to be my woman.

I finished doing up the buttons of my shirt and turned to face her. I moved onto the small cuffs on the sleeves.

“Linda, in what world would you ever be fit to be a Boss’ wife? You’ve worked in a brothel since you were 19, and you are 24 now. More men enter your pussy on a daily basis than they enter a bar. What is mine will not belong to the masses. I have never shamed your work, but you are not a woman I would take as my own. You’re a good fuck, but don’t you ever think that I would walk proudly with you on my arm. You’re a whore, and whores belong behind closed doors.”

Tears pooled in her eyes as she stared at me. Her chest flinched like I had just plunged a knife into her heart.

This may have seemed cruel to others, but I was doing her a service. This was my version of mercy. She needed to understand that beyond this brothel there was nothing that she could get from me. I would not love her, nor would I choose her.

“Must you be so cruel?”

“The truth is cruel, Linda.” I put my shoes back on and rose to my feet. “If you don’t want this life anymore you are free to leave. But if you still choose to be here, don’t be angry with me that I cannot offer you something you think you are deserving of.”

With those last words, I left the room without so much as a second thought.

I had only made it three or four steps out of the bedroom when my phone buzzed in my pocket.

It was Rigo.

“Yes?”

“We have a problem. it’s Juliette.”

My footsteps stopped. “What about her?”

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