Page 5 of Poisonous Kiss
“Why does that bitch need a dress that expensive?”
My jaw tics hearing him call her that… “Watch the way you talk about my wife.”
“She’s nothing but a stepping stone, son. Once I get rid of her father, you can drop her ass on the side of the road and move on.”
Little does he know that she is a stepping stone for me to get rid ofhim. I found out about my dad’s extracurricular activities on the black market. He’s working with shady doctors who are not giving organs to the correct people. He’s the middleman in an underground organization dealing with said organs and although I kill people for speaking wrong to me, most people that are on organ donation lists deserve it. The people that my dad is working with do not. I at least have some morality here.
Once I get rid of my father, I will also gain his power and his monetary value. I’ll be able to shut down his little underground operation and have no one to answer to but myself. I’m counting down the days…
My father might be complaining about twenty-five thousand, but he doesn’t know that I have dealings behind his back. Several of the contracts that have backed out because of my father’s arrogant attitude, I have been able to swoop in and deal with them on the side without him knowing. I have a cash flow that my father would drool over, and I’ve done this all myself. Twenty-five thousand is just a drop in the bucket when it comes to my finances.
“Mmhmm,” I reply.
I walk away and into the kitchen before I send a bullet through his skull. I want him dead, but not just yet. If she helps me get rid of my father, I’ll do whatever she wants. If she wants a million dollars and her freedom? Consider it done. Wants me to fuck her ten ways to Sunday? I’m game. She’s hot, but I won’t agree to commit. I’ve never been one for long-term anything. I’ll let them stick around for a while and then move on to something else. And that’s if they even want to stick around. I have very particular tastes in the bedroom…and out. I tend to scare women away when I show that side of myself, very few truly can handle it.
I can’t wait to see if my River will be able to take it. We will be married, so obviously we’ll consummate our marriage. Will she want to be on her back while I slowly thrust in and out, or will she run from me? I want to see the fear in those baby-blue eyes and see what color they are when she chokes on my cock.
I look down and stare at my erection pushing against the slacks I’m wearing. I palm it and will it to go down, but I know it’s not going anywhere. With River overtaking my mind, I’m sure there’s going to be more hard-ons than just this one. I’m going to need to find a way to handle this little problem until I can finally marry this woman and bend her over to take care of it for me.
Fuck. I unbutton my pants right there in the kitchen and pull it out. The thrill of getting caught makes my pulse skyrocket and cock throb. I run my finger over the slit to collect the clear fluid that has started leaking from the tip and drag it down the side of my shaft. There’s not enough lube, so I look around the kitchen for what I can use and immediately reach for the olive oil on the counter behind me. I quickly take the cap off, cup my hand, and pour just enough to fill my palm. I let the oil warm slightly in my hand before letting it drip over the top. I grip myself around the base, slowly tug up, and run my hand back down.
“Fuuuuuck,” I groan.
Who knew that warmed cooking oil would feel so good? I look up and make sure no one has made their way into the kitchen before I continue chasing my release. I keep my strokes slow at first, savoring the way the oil lets my hand glide so smoothly over the length. I close my eyes and imagine her on her knees below me, and I shudder with the image that pops into my head. Her blue eyes looking up at me. I imagine pushing my head past her lips and her sucking me into her throat. I speed my strokes up and keep my hand in time with what I imagine her headbobbing would be, and don’t last long. I come in long spurts across the back of the kitchen island.
“Fuck,” I curse.
I milk the rest of my dick and grab the paper towels off the countertop. I wipe my hand off and wipe the oil off myself. I am tucking myself back into my pants when Ethan walks around the corner.
“What the fuck are you doing?” he asks.
“None of your fucking business.”
“Well, goddamn, someone is sensitive.”
“What the fuck do you want?”
“Oh just curious about who you’re marrying since you’re myBROTHER.”
“No one you’d know, one of Dad’s employee’s daughter.”
“Hm, well, I wish for nothing but the best.”
“Thanks, man.”
I can’t tell him about my plan, or Father’s. Either way, someone is being taken out. It’s just who moves quicker. No need to worry him about it.
Four days until thewedding, and I have my fitting today. I chose a gray tux to go with my wife’s color choices. The gray will complement the stupid honeysuckle flower she specifically picked for me to wear as my boutonniere. I have to remind myself that in four days I’ll have my hot-as-fuck wife riding my cock and paving the way to my freedom. If this makes her happy for now, so be it.
The thought of her makes my dick jump to attention. The seamstress chooses this moment to look up from her position at my feet and stares directly at my crotch. She continues to stare until I clear my throat.
“Ahem.”
She immediately looks up at me, and my cock deflates. She’s not my River.
Since when am I hung up on one girl? I need to cut the shit. I’m using this girl to get what I want. I’ll give her what she wants and then I’m moving on.
CHAPTER 4
