Page 24 of A Man of Wealth

She begins to move against me, and I bring my hands up to her breasts, cupping them as she rides me. I’m giving her a little control because it’s turning me the fuck on and watching her breasts bounce in my hands is as mesmerizing as watching a pendulum swing.

She reaches above me and grabs a small wooden shelf I have above the headboard. As she leans forward, I feel myself slide deeper. We both groan at the feeling of my cock buried to the hilt inside her, and then our movements begin to speed up as we both reach for our release. I make sure she has hers before I allow myself to go. Feeling my cock coating the inside of her is primal. She leans against me, wrapping her arms around my neck and allowing me to bury my face between her breasts. It’s nearly as nice as having her fine pussy on my face.

She lets out a giggle, and I look up at her.

“Something funny?”

“You called me a curious cat?” she says with a grin. I can’t help grinning back at her.

“You are,” I tease as I tickle her. She laughs and tries to get away, but I’m stronger, faster, and larger. I flip us over and pin her on the bed.

“You know curiosity killed the cat, right?” she says after catching her breath. I run my nose down her jaw.

“It’s a good thing you have nine lives, then.”

I kiss her neck and then her breast. I already feel my cock coming back to life. I look down at her aquamarine eyes that look like a reef on a perfectly sunny day. “I hope you don’t need your beauty sleep because tonight is going to be very long,” I declare as I slowly sink back inside my new favorite place.

Chapter12

Vivienne

I runmy fingers over the tattoo on his chest, following it down to his side. I frown as I feel raised skin beneath it. A scar. How have I not felt this before?

I feel him tense slightly and then his hand is on mine, drawing it to his lips and placing a kiss on it. I look up to find him intently watching me. He doesn’t say anything. I swallow because if he’s unwilling to discuss it, then whatever caused that scar must be bad, very bad.

“So, I guess this means we aren’t mortal enemies any longer,” I muse.

He pulls me up so we’re nose to nose. “I guess we’ll have to channel our anger in other ways,” he says with a wink.

I laugh. “Any ideas on how to do that?”

He smirks, and I roll my eyes as he plants a kiss on my lips. When he pulls back, my stomach growls, and he looks down at it.

“I think I should feed you before you turn into a Gremlin,” he teases.

“What time is it?” I inquire as I look around for a clock but don’t find one. He reaches over the side of the bed and finds his phone.

“Three in the morning.”

“Is it odd that I’m not tired?”

He shakes his head. “Me either. Must be all the endorphins.” He rolls us over and stands up, pulling his clothes back on and handing me mine.

“What about that one?” I ask as I point to his arm. There’s a tattoo of a nine-headed snake-like creature.

“Hydra,” he answers.

“Why a mythological creature?” I inquire as I run my finger over the tattoo. I feel a few faint scars beneath it.

“We all have them. Because if you cut off one head, two more grow in its place. It’s symbolic of the never-ending power of the brotherhood. It covers…” He trails off and clenches his jaw.

“It covers, what?” I prod, trying to feel the scar. He places his hand over mine.

“It’s part of membership…a branding of sorts.”

I raise my eyebrows. “You…were branded?”

He nods. “With the letters for TOD.”

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