Share

009

Author: Rex Rhezia
last update Last Updated: 2025-11-01 06:40:52

ANDRADE

I leaned back, rubbing my thumb around her butthole, irritation coiling tight in my chest.

I spit into it, fingering her slightly.

The way she was moaning, I couldn't stand it.

It irritated my ears so much.

“Shut the fuck up.” I growled but she only increased her pitch.

Does she really think I'm enjoying this?

I looked down at her butthole.

That's what I wanted to fuck.

I tried to focus, but my thoughts kept drifting back to him.

Elijah.

That kid has wormed his way into my mind in a way I didn’t expect.

“Fuck me daddy.” Her legs began to shake.

Oh fuck this!

I angrily pulled out.

I'd been fucking her for thirty minutes now and I haven't cum yet.

What the fuck?

I'm not even horny anymore.

“Get out.” I simply ordered and she quickly scrambled around for her things and shortly walked out without a protest.

She wouldn't dare.

Elijah.

I poured myself a drink, and lit a joint.

The first day I saw him… it had been interesting.

Sitting
Continue to read this book for free
Scan code to download App
Locked Chapter
Comments (1)
goodnovel comment avatar
Juan
it's so hot how Andrade easily reads Eli. I love alpha males but adore the cute ones ofc
VIEW ALL COMMENTS

Latest chapter

  • The Devil You Know    095

    ELIJAH His hand reached out, fingers trailing lightly up my arm, sending unwanted shivers down my spine. He brushed against my chest, thumb grazing over my nipple through my shirt, making it harden instantly. I clenched my jaw, fighting the heat building in my gut. He kept going, his touch deliberate, seductive as hell—fingers sliding down my side, dipping into the waistband of my pants just enough to tease. I wanted to shove him away, but my body betrayed me, leaning into it slightly. He stopped behind me, his breath hot on my neck. Then his hand cupped my ass, squeezing firmly. Fuck! Fuck, it felt good, too good, and I hated myself for the way my cock twitched in response. I was desperately waiting for that touch, even if I'd never admit it out loud. I'd tried to play it cool, but my body was starting to give in, hips shifting back just a fraction against his palm. “I'm not gay,” I said firmly, my voice coming out rougher than I intended. “You should stop touching me

  • The Devil You Know    094

    ELIJAH My office still smells new—leather, polished wood, glass. It’s stupid, but the scent makes something tighten in my chest. This place… it’s proof that I made it. Proof that I crawled out of the hole they left me in and built something for myself. And I did it fast. Faster than even I expected. I lean back in my chair, fingers tapping the armrest, staring at the skyline through the glass wall. I should feel satisfied. I should feel untouchable. But the truth is I feel something like hunger. The kind that never goes away. I think about everything lined up ahead of me like pieces on a board. Cristian. That bastard is next. He’s the one I want to crush. Not just ruin—crush. The image of it doesn’t scare me. It calms me. He won’t walk away from what he did to me. Not this time. Not ever. Andrade. All that’s left with him are the shares. Once I take them, it’s over. There won’t be anything left tying us together. And maybe then this stupid, empty feeling inside me will s

  • The Devil You Know    093

    ANDRADE I didn’t knock. I didn’t slow down. I didn’t pretend to care about politeness or timing or anything that resembled calm. I shoved the door open so hard it banged against the wall, and the moment I stepped inside, she already knew why I was there. My mother looked up from her desk with that infuriating, satisfied little smile she always wore when she was three steps ahead of everyone else. Like she was expecting me. Like she’d been waiting for this exact moment. I slammed the door shut behind me. “Don’t,” I snapped. “Don’t give me that goddamn smile.” She widened her smile just to piss me off. “Hello to you too.” My jaw clenched. I walked straight toward her desk, pacing like a bomb ready to blow. “Why did you do it?” She leaned back in her chair, relaxed, composed, enjoying every second of my anger. “You’ll need to be specific, Andrade. I do many things.” “You know exactly what I’m talking about. Why did you give him your shares?” She folded her arms, her expressi

  • The Devil You Know    092

    ELIJAH I stood outside Andrade’s office, staring at the tall double doors like they were the last barrier before war. I forced myself to breathe, slow and even. No slipups. No shaking. No hesitation. I had to keep the mask on—nothing could crack this façade. I adjusted the collar of the suit I was wearing. Not my old style. Sleek charcoal gray, sharp shoulders, a cut that mirrored Andrade’s own preferred look. It wasn’t an accident. Every detail mattered. I wanted him to see how much had changed—and how much he had created. I pushed the door open. He didn’t look surprised. Not even a blink. It was like he’d been waiting for me, sitting there in that overly expensive black leather chair behind his glass desk, as if the universe had warned him beforehand. His office looked different, my desk, the one that used to be in the corner, was gone. Not moved. Erased. Like I’d never existed here. Fine. I’d carve a new place out of this building myself. I walked in confidently, contro

  • The Devil You Know    091

    CAMILA I don’t even remember how I got to my mother's door. But I just had to see him. Everything from the moment Eli walked away from me at the altar feels like a blur—like my brain just shut down and left the rest of me to move on autopilot. My mascara has dried on my cheeks in thick black streaks, but fresh tears keep spilling, cutting through the mess. I can taste the salt. I can feel the ugly tightness in my throat. I can hear my heartbeat pounding so loud it makes me feel sick. And it’s his fault. All of this is Cristian’s fault. His door isn’t even locked so I push it open and stumble inside, barely able to breathe. The room is dim, the curtains half-open, and the place smells like liquor and sweat. Cristian is sitting on the edge of the bed with a bottle dangling from his hand, shirt half-unbuttoned, eyes unfocused like he’s been drinking for hours. When he saw me, he jerks upright so fast he almost drops the bottle. “Camila…what the hell…?” he says, voice r

  • The Devil You Know    090

    ELIJAH Camila reached the altar. She stood in front of me, looking like she’d just stepped out of a dream. I returned the same smile. Happy, in love, the perfect husband-to-be. She had no idea that I was looking past the surface, that I could see the girl behind the pain, the manipulative little piece of herself she tried to hide behind sweetness. And I could feel it—I could feel her fear, even as she smiled. She didn’t know how close she was to losing everything. The priest’s voice echoed, drawing attention back to the ceremony. “We are gathered here today…” he began, but I barely listened. Camila's hands trembled slightly as she held her bouquet. Her eyes found mine, and for a second, I almost flinched, almost let myself feel. But I didn’t. I squared my shoulders. I smiled wider. She had to believe I was hers completely. The priest continued, “If anyone here knows any reason why these two should not be married, speak now or forever hold your peace.” The murmurs of the

More Chapters
Explore and read good novels for free
Free access to a vast number of good novels on GoodNovel app. Download the books you like and read anywhere & anytime.
Read books for free on the app
SCAN CODE TO READ ON APP
DMCA.com Protection Status