Page 43 of Reluctant Surrender

“I’ll hold still,” I promised, licking my lips again as my eyes stayed glued to the cock in front of me.

“Good girl.” He fisted the base of his cock and took a small step toward me, bringing his head to my lips. I could smell his musk and my cum mingling together and my arousal ramped back up again.

He ran his thumb over my bottom lip. “Open your pretty mouth and leave it open.” He touched the top of my head with a tenderness that contradicted the harsh demand.

As soon as my lips parted, he thrust forward. The silky texture of his cock ran over my tongue and went straight down my throat. I coughed and sputtered, but he gave me no reprieve.

“Open your throat, baby.” He fisted my hair in one hand and held my chin with the other, taking complete control over my movements. I swallowed hard as his cock hit the back of my throat for a second time, taking him easier now.

I tightened my hold on my wrists to fight back against the urge to shove at his thighs. As much as I wanted him to slow down, I wanted him to go harder, to fuck my throat as roughly as he wanted. I was his to fuck, his to punish, his to pleasure. And right now, more than anything I wanted him to feel the same pleasure I had when his mouth had been on me earlier.

“Fuck,” he grunted, stilling for a moment with his cock all the way down my throat. I took a shaky breath through my nose and swallowed again. “Stick out your tongue, angel.”

He yanked out of my mouth and took a half step back. I followed his orders immediately, craving and needing everything he gave me. He stroked his thick shaft while tilting my head back with his other hand, positioning me once again for his own needs.

After his final growl, thick streams of cum splashed onto my tongue. I held still until every drop of the salty, hot cum was received and then I let it slide down my throat before swallowing it. He reached down to my lips, smearing a drop from my cheek across my mouth before pushing it onto my tongue.

“You can be such a good girl, angel.”

Chapter 21

Maggie

Another text message came through from a previous client who wanted to hire me for an upcoming poker match. It seemed a safe job with high-end players in the north suburbs. And it was a charity function, a casino night for a PTA at one of the private schools.

I stared at the message, thinking of the money I could make, how much further it could get me to my goal of getting myself back to where I had been before Dad had cut me off. I could move back to my old neighborhood. I could get the extra shot of espresso in my latte again without worrying about the pennies I should have been pinching.

Lukas would have my ass in a sling if he knew I was even looking at the message let alone contemplating taking the job. It shouldn’t matter, though, what he thought. This was my life, my choice, yet there I sat in the TV room of his house, hesitating because of him.

And it wasn’t only the spanking I’d be sure to get. I could survive his lashings, but the disappointment in his eyes would cut too deep. Only a short month ago, Lukas Kaczmarek had been a friend. A casual friend who I found extremely mouthwatering, and fun to be around, but now he was more. Much more, and with that came risk.

The wrong move could make him disappear. and at some point he’d probably find someone better, someone that he didn’t have to constantly fix problems for, and he’d toss me aside like my father had.

I shoved my phone into the back pocket of my jeans and turned off the movie I had playing on the large screen television. It wasn’t helping to distract from the problems at hand, so I decided to wander around the house. I hadn’t made my way through all the rooms yet; most of them looked outdated and overly decorated. They didn’t seem to fit Lukas’ laidback decor of the rest of the house. He’d mentioned he was still renovating from his cousin’s ownership of the place, so I assumed those rooms hadn’t been touched yet.

I found myself in Lukas’ office. I’d been in there already, but without him there to suck up all the space it felt more spacious. Built-in bookshelves took up one full wall, so I searched the shelves for something that might interest me.

Nothing. While the leather-bound copies all looked pretty lined up together, none of them caught my attention.

I sat down in the chair at his desk and leaned back. Swiveling from side to side, I tried to imagine what it was like to be Lukas. Thrown into heading up an entire faction in Chicago while his brother sat on the throne in New York casting a shadow thousands of miles long. Lukas wouldn’t complain about Christian, his pride would keep him from doing so, but when he talked about his older brother, I could sense the competitiveness in him. It wasn’t enough for him to keep his crew working smoothly, he wanted to outperform any expectations. He would work himself to the bone if it meant feeling safe in the spotlight of success.

His desk was mostly bare. With the sort of work he did, it wasn’t as though there was going to be a long paper trail. And if there was, I doubt I would have been able to read through the codes inside.

But there was a binder on his desk labeled Eclipse. I opened it and began looking over the profit and loss sheets, the income reports, and the balance sheets. I liked numbers. They made perfect sense to me. There was no interpretation needed; two plus two always equaled four. You never had to second guess it; it was always true.

I’d lost myself in the binder, so when the office door opened an hour later it startled me. Lukas waltzed in, wearing a black long-sleeved T-shirt and a pair of jeans. The shirt was tucked into his pants and his thick black leather belt was on full display. My insides trembled at the sight of him looking so forbidding as he walked into the room.

“What are you doing in here?” His brow wrinkled.

“I was bored, since you won’t let me do anything, so I was wandering around.” I picked up the binder.

“So, you’ve been looking through my desk?” He walked around the desk, to look over my shoulder. “At the club financials?”

“I didn’t mean to snoop.” Really, I hadn’t. “But once I flipped it open, I sort of got lost in it.”

“You really need to work on your cover stories, angel.”

“I’m being serious.” I shook my head then pointed at the markings I’d made. “I saw something weird, so then I started looking deeper.”

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