“Your games end here,” I tell him, shoving the folder across the smooth, varnished desktop. “Vera is not yours. She is free of any contract you have with her father.”
“No, she’s not mine, but like the contract states,” he speaks, chuckling while he pauses for effect, “her firstborn will be taken and raised by the rightful owner of the organization. You will not raise that child, and you and your sleeping beauty will forfeit your heir. That is, if you stay with her. If you decide otherwise, perhaps I can rethink my terms.”
“That’s bullshit!” My voice booms in the large room, the echo of it bouncing off the walls as my rage takes over. I circle the desk, my hands on the arms of his chair as I lean in to meet my father’s glare dead-on. “Nothing I have, nothing that Vera and I build together, will be yours. Do you understand me, old man?”
“What you don’t understand is that I can find you. Anywhere you run or hide, I will hunt you down, and I will take what is rightfully mine.” His sneer is ever-present, but I chuckle loudly at his statement. What he doesn’t know is I will take him down, but I don’t tell him that. Not yet. Once Dax has the information I need, I’ll be delivering my father straight to the authorities. And then he will spend his life in prison.
“Stay out of my life. Stay away from Vera. And never contact me again,” I tell him, playing his game, ensuring he thinks I’m oblivious. I turn and head for the door, stopping short before I glance over my shoulder at him. “And if you do decide to act out your childish games, I’ll come for you, and I won’t stop until I watch you take your final breath.”
The moment I’m free of the building, I take a deep breath and tap out a message to Dax, letting him know about the encounter. His response is what I want. “We’ll get the sonofabitch.” Nodding to myself, I make my way to the truck and hop into the driver’s seat. Time to go back to Vera and talk her out of her stupid plan of sleeping pills and sex.
Even as I weave through the streets, the idea takes hold of me, and by the time I’m pulling up to the apartment block, I’m hard. My cock aching for her, and I wonder if I can try to show her pleasure and find my own release just like a normal man.
Pushing my way through the doors, I step into the waiting elevator and hit the button for the top floor. With every passing number, I wonder what she’s been up to. I have a feeling Vera’s been snooping, but I know there’s nothing I want to hide from her. Even if she’s gotten into my computer, there aren’t any secrets between us, not anymore.
After I open the apartment door and step inside, I shut myself in and call out, “Vera?” but get no response in return. “Beauty?” I call to her again, but still, she doesn’t reply. My feet move quickly as panic sets in, and thoughts of my father doing something to her while I was in his office makes me race up the steps toward the bedroom.
None of the other doors are open, and when I step into the bedroom, I find her on the bed, her body wrapped between the sheets, her back bare to my gaze as the material covers her pert ass.
She’s naked.
She’s asleep.
And my zipper gets even tighter.
“Vera?” I whisper as I move toward the bed. When I reach the mattress, I find a note on the pillow beside her. Picking it up, I scan her neat, scrawled handwriting.
My Broken Prince,
I want to try this. I want you, inside me. Even if I’m not completely lucid. I love you, Logan, and I trust you, no matter what.
Your Sleeping Beauty
“You bad fucking girl,” I mumble to myself while shaking my head. I cannot believe she did what I told her not to do. Thankfully, she didn’t leave the goddamned apartment. Setting the note on the nightstand, I go to her, tugging at the soft sheet, and it falls away, gifting me a view of her smooth, curvy body.
Her ass is pert, the cheeks calling to me to touch her. Spine sneaking from her neck down to her beautiful behind. I want to lick my way from bottom to top. Her thighs are slightly splayed, one knee bent at a ninety-degree angle, offering me a glimpse of her smooth pussy.
Her long, dark hair is fanned across the pillow, her pouty lips slightly parted as she breathes deeply. She’s completely and utterly at my mercy, and my cock happily throbs against the material of my jeans, wanting a taste of her tight, sweet cunt.
This is pure torture.
I shouldn’t do it.
But I know nothing can stop me now.
31
Logan
Tugging at my T-shirt, I pull it up over my head. My hands move quickly, unbuttoning my jeans and pushing them down my thighs. Keeping my boxer briefs on, I scoot onto the bed behind Vera.
She’s warm and soft. I trail my fingers over her shoulder, reveling in the tiny goosebumps that rise on her skin. A small whimper falls from her lips as I make my way over her breast, taunting the nipple between my thumb and forefinger. I twist it, tugging until it hardens into a peak. My mouth waters to taste her, but I refrain for now. Instead, I move my hand to the other nipple, finding it pebbled, and I offer it the same attention as the first.
Her body is perfect. Even with small, silver stretch marks in places, and the gentle nips of what I can only assume are scars from childhood, she still is utter perfection. I lower myself toward her thighs, tugging her gently until she’s on her back, her legs splayed, offering me a view of her smooth, yet perfectly trimmed cunt.
The mound has a dark patch of hair, but the lips of her pussy are smooth, and I can’t stop my thumbs from tenderly touching them, feeling her warmth. I open her to my gaze, taking in the slightly wet, glistening pink of her entrance.
I lean in, my nose inches from her as I take a long, deep inhale. Her scent is like a drug shot right into the vein. The high is like nothing I’ve ever experienced.
No noise comes from her mouth, but when I make contact with her pussy, my tongue lashing the smoothness, a gentle mewl tumbles from her, and I continue my ravaging of her tight, beautiful cunt.
With every lap of her, I feel her wetness coating my tongue. I can’t stop, my eyes shut tight as I focus on her, only her. I don’t think about anything outside this moment of contact. My tongue darts into her, tasting the sweetness, and I’m lost, a man in the middle of an ocean, and all I want is her as my savior.
Her body trembles and I can’t help but enjoy the way she’s responsive, but not coherent. The darkness clouds my mind as I think about taking her right now. Shaking my head, I taunt her with my index finger, teasing her entrance as I slide one digit into her tight pussy. The gentle pulses of her cunt feel like heaven when I slide in and out gently.
“You’re so beautiful, Vera,” I tell her as I finger-fuck her while licking at her wetness that coats my tongue. The flavor bursting on my taste buds. My body aching, my cock so hard, so painfully rigid, I can’t focus on anything other than the need to come.
Once her body has responded, her cunt wet and needy, I pull my finger out and kneel between her thighs. Her body limp and lifeless, waiting for me. I can’t stop myself from pushing down my boxers and taking my cock in hand. The silky-smooth flesh hard, engorged with desire for her. I fist myself before tapping the crown of my dick on her clit a few times, earning myself another gentle mewl from my sleeping beauty.