LOGINRonan Klein's POV
My room reeked of sex and wine.
I opened my eyes and feel the full glow of the sun on my face as it peeps in through the windows of my penthouse.
I feel a soft groan besides me. My hands roam and they touch something hair. I stroke it and I feel it open. I lift my head and see voluptuous burnette on my bed. By her side is another. This one curvy and heavy, her breast large and her dark skin a delight to stare at. Her short cropped hair is tainted gold and she looks gorgeous with her lips slightly open as she sleeps.
I notice we are all naked. I see stains on their hips and ass and I know it must have been one hell of a night.
I take my dick in my hand and stroke until it's hard and erect. I want to stick it up a pussy and I chose choosing the dark skinned one.
I grab her from put my fingers inside. Wow...she is hot and tight. My dick strain. It wants to be buried in her folds. It wants to dig into her like a drill until she screams for mercy. She stirs and open her eyes. Then she smiles when she sees me
I slap her bum playfully. She lies on her chest, her stomach on a pillow and her legs spread apart and ready for me to dig in. I can see her clit is swollen and hard. I stroke it and she moan. I pinch it and she moans even harder.
" Yes, Papi....stroke my pussy..." She says, spreading her legs even more.
The other girl stirs and smiles. She gets up and kiss me full on the lips. I kiss her back. Then she turns and puts my dick in my mouth and begin to suck it.
Wow....I am on fire .....it's so good I groan with passion.
" Go girl....you are hot."
The dark skinned girl goes behind her and begin to finger her open pussy. She touched her stroking then licking and sucking.
She moans aloud then dip my dick deeper into her throat almost gagging on it.
I feel my cum pour out of me. I turn her around roughly then grab her from the back and begin to fuck her. She opens wider moaning words that I can't make sense of.
The other girl lie before her and she begins to eat her pussy.
The sight bless my mind and I began to pound faster and faster. My hand hold her waist and pound harder. I can no longer hold myself.
I was boiling inside, the sensation between my legs was so sweet, I couldn't describe it.I reach out and grab her nipples squeezing them hard.
"Hmmmmm...." I shout as I climax
I hear my door burst open.
“Ronan!”
My father’s voice cut through the haze I was seeing like a like a blade.
I wave at him like a conductor leading an orchestra. I hear the girls groaning.
It was sound so divine. I finally shake then fall on top of the dark skinned girl. I feel her under me. My
hand crushing her breast in my fist. The other girl lay back equally exhausted.A smile tugged at my mouth, the kind that always irritated him. I didn’t bother covering the women. If Lucien Klein was offended by nudity, he’d lost that luxury many years ago.
“Morning, Father,” I said lazily turning to him.Lucien Klein stood framed in the doorway like a storm in human form. He is tall, sharp, wrapped in a tailored suit darker than sin.
His eyes is that piercing dark, the same shade all Kleins inherited and it gleamed with fury.
Ronan Klein'Pov The envelope felt heavier than it should have been. I sat at the desk, the same one my father used to sign deals that ruined lives and built legacies. The one on which he had died. Eve stayed standing, arms folded, her eyes on me and not on the letter.I broke the seal.The handwriting was unmistakable. It was steady, familiar and alive in a way the dead should not be.Ronan,If you’re reading this, then Lola has finally run out of patience or luck.I frowned.I won’t pretend this letter is about love or regret. It isn’t. It’s about truth, because lies have a way of surviving men.I read on.Lola was never what she pretended to be. She wasn’t complicated. She was angry, ambitious, and hungry and she believed the world owed her something it never gave.My jaw tightened.She wanted money first. Power second then Revenge always.Eve exhaled softly behind me.She came to me before she ever came to you.That was the first blow.She thought she was clever. She thoug
Ronan Klein's POV The study looked like a warzone. Lola was lying still bleeding out on the floor where her body had gone still. My jaw tightened. I knew soon the house would erase yet another sin. It always did. I pulled my phone from my pocket and dialed.Brutus answered on the first ring.“Lola is dead and the study needs cleaning. ” I said. “Come now. Give it a full sweep.”There was no hesitation on the other end. “Understood.”I ended the call and exhaled slowly.Eve stood near the bookshelf, her back to me, fingers sliding a single volume into place with meticulous care. “They’ll be here in eight minutes,” I said.She didn’t turn. “Good.”There was no tremor in her voice. I saw no shock. There was no reaction written on her face. It unsettled me more than panic would have.She had washed her hands in the bathroom cleaning it if the blood that had stained it. “They’ll remove the body,” I continued. “Brutus knows how.”“Yes,” Eve said. “I assumed.”I crossed the room and
Ronan Klein's Pov My fingers trembled on the tablet, zooming in tight on that ring. The gold band with its emerald stone winking like a bad memory. Lola's ring. She was my ex-fiancée. The one I'd fucked hard in every dark corner, her pussy gripping me tight as she screamed my name. Then I tried to kill her, cut her brakes, watched her car dive off the cliff. No body found the body. It was gone. I had hoped she had died. But fuck, here she was, sneaking through my house like a ghost. Eve perched on the bed, her robe half-open, her tits calling to me. "Ronan? What's going on?"I ignored her. My mind raced. Lola knew it all. She knew every dirt, every lie I have ever told. I had to find her and crush her. But my cock stirred, the freaking traitor, as it remembered how she'd suck me deep, swallowing every drop of my cum. "Stay here," I growled. I snatched my gun and bolted down the halls, Light spilled from the study door. I knew someone was in there. It's been unused since my
My fingers trembled as I zoomed in on the tablet. That ring… I knew it. I knew it like a scar I'd tried to forget. I had placed it on the pale, delicate, manicured fingers that were hers. I can still remember the way those fingers had once traced fire across my skin, teasing promises in the dark, now twisted into something sinister.A chill ran down my spine, but it mingled with an unwelcome heat, a remnant of old desires I’d buried deep. I'd seen that ring years ago, glinting under dim lights on a woman I'd once believed gone for good. A woman whose body I’d claimed in heated nights, whose existence should have ended quietly, in the shadows where no one could trace her moans or her betrayals.And yet, here she was.Eve was still sitting on the bed behind me, watching my face with a mix of confusion and worry. Her robe clung loosely to her curves, the silk whispering against her skin as she shifted, exposing a sliver of thigh that stirred something primal in me despite the chaos.“R
Ronan's POV I bolted down the corridor, my heart pounding like a drums being beaten. The scent of perfume hung in the air. It was jasmine and spice, Eve's signature. Or was it Catherine's? She had started wearing it as well, copying Eve like some twisted game. The east wing was dark, doors lining both sides. I had to find her and quickly. I heard the faint click of a door. Door number three? No. It sounded farther. I walked quickly and gripped the knob of the guest suite and twisted. It was locked. I slammed my shoulder against it. The wood splintered. The door flew open.It was empty. The bed was made and it's curtains drawn. But the balcony door swung wide, wind rustling the sheer fabric. I stepped out, scanning the garden below. The rose bush twisted wild, thorns sharp. I didn't see anyone.I heard a rustle behind me and I spun.Eve stood there, her chest heaving and her eyes wide. Her silk robe clung to her curves, half open and showing her boobs. "Ronan? What the hell?""
Ronan's POV The sunroom at the back of the Klein estate had always been Mother's domain. Glass walls overlooked the overgrown rose garden she refused to let the groundskeeper prune, and the air carried the faint sweetness of decaying petals mixed with the bite of her favorite amontillado. She sat in her usual wingback chair, posture perfect, a heavy crystal glass balanced on her knee. At sixty-five, she still turned heads, silver-streaked hair pinned severely, cheekbones sharp enough to cut, eyes the pale blue of winter steel.Brutus shut the door with a soft thud and took his post outside. I crossed the faded Aubusson rug and sat opposite her.She didn't waste time on pleasantries."That Peron woman is a mistake, Ronan."I exhaled slowly. "We've discussed this.""Not nearly enough." Her fingers tightened around the glass. "She smiles for the cameras, plays the devoted bride, but I see what she is. The Perons ruined us once. They took Alessandro, my brother, your great-uncle, and th



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