Page 42 of To Catch A Rook

Marco Alvarez had the audacity to believe he was invincible. I had removed the cocks of many an invincible man, and he was next in line.

“I was crowned Queen, Marco. I didn’t need to take the throne to prove my dick is bigger than yours.”

I slid out of my seat and smoothed down my skirt.

“No need to threaten me,” I declared cheerfully. “I know exactly where I stand.”

My face was frozen in its perfunctory mask, but I couldn’t stop the challenging wink.

“I’ll see you at the ribbon cutting on Friday.”

And soon, I’ll see you at my black site.

“You have a beautiful smile, Aaron. Please use it.”

Hillary turned to face the cameras with a well-placed smile of her own as she muttered the admonishment under her breath; the quiet command hung loosely on her tongue.

I forced the subtle smile I had perfected in a mirror decades ago; one that conveyed warmth without attachment, humility without admission, charm without interest. A slight flash of teeth with a bow of my head. It would be all this crowd would get out of me today.

Not that I didn’t agree with the cause. Our joint venture in the tech sphere would bring thousands of much-needed jobs into Carlisle and the surrounding towns. The educated and the blue-collar workers would get their equal share, and our company would reap the rewards of high profit in a boom market.

Money my parents had no rights to. Another move in the forward direction.

Hillary cut the garish pink ribbon that had been of her choosing with flourish, and the burgeoning crowd cheered when she tipped her glaring pink hardhat in their direction.

She was a beautiful showman, and the people loved her.

I was her accessory, the wealthy man she had convinced to be a part of the endeavor. The people couldn't care less about me, save for the cohort of women who continued to throw themselves at my feet, as if I would hand-select one of them to bring them to bed.

I squinted into the barrage of women who’d showed up today, all hovering at the front of the crowd like a pack of fertile wolves in stiletto heels and revealing skirts. I felt no emotion or desire whenever I briefly caught sight of their perky breasts and bright lips. Their bodies blurred together into one thirsty entity.

Surprise filled me when a familiar face held my stare in earnest—my employee from Club 7—the one whose name I didn’t know.

A question from a media hack pulled my attention, and when I returned for a second glimpse, she was gone. But I was certain it had been her.

Why would a highly paid prostitute attend an event like this?

An irrelevant question when my life hung in the balance. Even so, it intrigued me. Perhaps I was clinging to any morsel of distraction that could relieve me of my mental burdens.

Hillary’s soft hand landed gently in the small of my back and nudged me leftward to leave the podium. I cast one more practiced smile, waved to the crowd, and sauntered off into the wings of the makeshift public relations staging.

“What’s with you today?” my blonde companion asked with a confused frown, her blue eyes scanning my face for any signs of inner turmoil. She was astute,Mi Reina, and she would read the story on my skin too clearly for comfort. I needed to divert her.

“You are not fucking me anymore,” I commented casually, lazily rolling my neck and adjusting the cuffs on my suit jacket. “I’m finding it hard not to be … distracted.”

It was not a lie, and yet, a total misdirection. I had missed the softness of her flesh and the warm slickness of her cunt, but I knew those days would come again—they always did. My conversation with Veronica and Vicente had left the rancid flavor of death on my tongue, and I had found no substance that would rid me of its sourness.

The breathy sound of an exasperated scoff met my ears. “Nice try. You have an entire arsenal of employees to help you with that problem. Tell me the truth.”

Fire licked up my spine as I stared into her gaze, finding the fierce raging sea of challenge in her eyes. My redirect had been meant as her distraction, not mine, but I was finding them to be one and the same.

The corridor of the building was empty as the crowd dispersed beyond its walls. The factory would open tomorrow and welcome six hundred new employees to build computer parts for Google and Apple. But in this moment, we were alone.

I shifted my weight forward, closing in on her smaller frame like a predator cornering prey. She backed up against the wall, and allowed me to hover over her as I took up all the space between us.

I brought my face to hers and tilted my head to brush the bridge of my nose up the column of her neck, inhaling the notes of vanilla and honey in her perfume. She shuddered but made no move to lean into me. Instead, she tilted her head to the side, increasing my access to nip and suck at her pulse points.

“The truth,Mi Reina,” I whispered into the shelter of her skin, “is when I am fucking them, I am fucking you. I only see your face. I only feel your wet cunt wrapped around me. I only feel your tight ass holding onto my cock.” I wrapped my hand around hers and brought it to the swell of said cock in my dress pants, its angry head desperate for her touch. “If I need to vacate Club 7 to indulge in the real thing, so be it.”

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