Page 96 of Queen Of Dark Money

Ifelt the sickening splinter of the cartilage in my nose, heard the crunch of the break as it happened, and felt the blood start to pour as my eyes refocused and landed on a very irate, still shakenKenzie, her scowl as fierce as the face she made when she let go and let herself orgasm on my tongue.

Igrinned through the pain, reaching up to snap my nose back into place.

Ididn’t even flinch.I’dhad my nose broken over the years.Resettingit was nothing to me.Thepain was a fleeting memory once it was back in place.Andthe bleeding would stop.

Ifelt it trailing down my chin, though.AndI’dlook a little rough ifIhad to set foot in an actual courtroom soon.ButIdidn’t give a damn.Mostof my job was done behind a desk or through the proxy of my partners at the firm.

Icould see the blood and my laissez-faire attitude were concerning to her.Couldfeel the apprehension in her body as she stepped back a foot and eyed me carefully.

Istepped forward, and she stepped back, trusting me to lead without admitting it, trustingIwouldn’t back her up against the roof ledge and shove her off it.Itwas tempting,I’dgive her that, but she was too valuable to me to kill off.

Andshe was a pretty little thing, too.Evenif she weren’t invaluable as an asset,I’dkeep her around to warm my bed untilIbroke her.

Itwouldn’t be long-lived, but it would be fun.Shewas the type to fight the whole way.

Step, step, step, andIturned sideways, crowding her in against a wall.Shesqueaked when she realized there was nowhere to go, andIbasked in the moment of fear asIreached beyond her hip and opened the door she had inadvertently leaned against, watching as she fell backward into my rooftop cottage.

WhatcouldIsay?Iwas aCapeCodenthusiast at heart.SinceIcouldn’t transport my vacation house to the rooftops ofKhulaCity,Ihad the best architect in the city build a replica of it on the roof of my exclusive building, complete with an indoor pool, library, and several bedrooms.You’dhave to kill me to drag me out of this place.

Orgive me a damn good reason to move.

Shestared up at me from the floor, sitting on her ass, waiting to see whatI’ddo.Theapprehensive look on her face only spurred me onward.

“Howwas the elevator performance?”Iwaggled my eyebrows at her menacingly, taunting the smile back onto her face. “Iwon the bet.WhatdoIget as my prize?”

Shewas on her feet in seconds, her fist tangling in my shirt at chest level.Shehauled me against her, andIgrowledat the possessive, hot look in those gorgeous blue eyes.Theystared straight into my soul, andIfelt my insides melt from the intensity.

“Thisis your house?”Inodded, my grin stretching the edges of my face. “Good.Showme where the bedroom is.”

Shedidn’t have to tell me twice.Igrabbed her hand and practically sprinted toward my bedroom, which boasted the best view in the city.

Mainlybecause it was entirely glass.

Thewalls, the ceiling, all clear one-way glass, designed soIcould stare out at the stars and the city well into the wee hours of the morning.Ispent most of my working day in windowless courtrooms, stuffy, hot, and confining.IfIwere prone to claustrophobia,I’dhave given up a long time ago.

Theway her eyes nearly bugged out of her head as she caught the view was to die for.EventhoughIwanted to wreck her,Icould appreciate the little things, like her honest reaction to my wealth and whatI’ddone with it.Asoft gasp escaped her lips as she forgot all about me and turned in a circle, soaking it in.

Theway the lights reflected off her skin was intoxicating.

Shedidn’t forget about me for long, though.

WhenKenzieturned back to face me, she was all business, her face stern and shuttered off, emotionless but dangerous. “Geton your back on that bed and get naked.”

Forthe first time in a long while,Iwas stunned speechless as she bent at the waist and started stripping those ruined pants off her legs, kicking the boots to the corner of the room in her haste to get naked herself.

Iscrambled to do asIwas told, suddenly forgetting all about the goal of showing her who the boss was.Atthis point,Icouldn’t care less who was in charge as long as she wrapped those stunning, creamy thighs around me again.Myface, my hips—anywhere, really.

Mypants flew like an abandoned flag across the room, followed by my shirt, andIstepped out of my boxers, cock proud and standing at attention between my legs as her gaze fell on it.She’dabandoned her top, andIcouldn’t drag my eyes away from her perky tits, still red and chafed fromDom’smanhandling earlier.

Iyearned with the desire to cover his marks with my own.

Sharinga woman wasn’t new to me.Hell,Ishared women all the time withRiver.Butwith her, it was different.Withher,Iwanted to be the only man she was thinking of.Theonly one whose seed took root inside her and dripped from that tasty cunt.

Abelated thought raced through me, andIrealizedI’dprobably eaten his cum out of her cunt in the elevator.Butinstead of jealousy, allIfelt was . . . more arousal.

Fuck, my cock twitched at the thought.

Ididn’t like the man she was turning me into.Whathad happened to my single-minded focus on showing her how farI’dcome from our college days?Orthe desire to wreck her for all other men?

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