Semua Bab The Skull King: An Alpha Male Dark Mafia Romance: Bab 11 - Bab 20

A week had come and gone, but I didn’t hear from Cassini.I expected her to call me when the sex with her husband became too unbearable and she needed a fix. I expected her to cave when the memory of us turned stale and she couldn’t get off to it anymore. I expected her to call me when she wanted a new memory, a memory that would give her a climax so profound, it would make up for the misery she’d experienced over the last several weeks.I was confident she would call—eventually.I sat on my throne at the Underground, drinking scotch on the rocks while I watched all the men gather for the auction. All rich and powerful men with specific tastes in domination and torture, they were disgusting bastards. But they paid top dollar for a beautiful woman with a rich father. Every Friday night, we cleaned up with almost two hundred million.Not a bad way to make a living.I liked to pay for sex. It was less complicated that way. I paid them handsomely and told them exactly what I wanted. There

I’d rather it not wait. I liked having the house to myself while he was gone. I liked pretending that he didn’t exist at all until he walked in the door later that night. I retracted my coldness. “Good…you work too much.”“You’re right,” he said. “I do.”I ate my breakfast and felt the weight in the pit of my stomach. I had to spend the entire day with a man I despised. Our marriage was bearable because we never spent any time together. Now I would have to spend the whole afternoon with him. We didn’t have anything to talk about now, so what would we talk about then? “You seem different, Lucian. May I ask why?” Something had come over Lucian and turned him into a different man. Weeks ago, he was cold and callous, but lately, he’d been soft, kind, and affectionate. That sweetness had escalated until he resembled a stranger.“I just thought I should spend more time with my wife.”Couldn’t he spend more time with one of his whores?“Lately…it’s different.” He dropped two cubes of sugar i

“I feel so sexy.” I leaned forward and pressed my hands against his chest for balance. I rocked my hips slowly and pushed back into him, forcing his dick deep inside me before I slowly pulled away again. I wanted to treasure every single inch of that behemoth, to give it the love it deserved. It was a gift from God and should be worshiped accordingly. Even though I kept my movements slow, I knew I was going to come. It never took long with this man, maybe a few minutes. I stopped because I didn’t want to explode so soon, didn’t want to show how lonely I was in that horrific marriage.He grabbed my hips and forced me to keep going. “Don’t do that.”My nails clawed into his chest. “Do what?”“Hold back. Come on my dick as much as you want, as quickly as you want.” He dragged my hips harder, tilting me at the right angle so my clit dragged against his body. He held his head up from the bed slightly, his neck strained as the muscles and tendons flexed. Regardless of his mood, he wore the

BaltoHer eyes were closed as she lay next to me, a beautiful woman with beautiful curves. She had the sexiest hips, the kind that gave birth to gladiators. She had a lone freckle on her right hip, and I found my tongue migrating there whenever I kissed her. She had the smoothest skin, like olive oil had been drizzled all over her.I noted her light breaths and the gentle way her chest expanded in her sleep. She was out cold, and I wasn’t going to wake her up. If her husband discovered she was missing because she was out all night, I didn’t give a damn.I hoped he found out.My eyes moved down to the enormous rock on her left hand. The diamond was so large, it was obnoxious. It didn’t represent love or commitment. He just wanted to be vain, to show off his beautiful wife and the things he could afford to buy her. A truly wealthy man didn’t care about flashing his wealth. If he were actually rich, he didn’t need to prove it.When she explained her marriage, it only infuriated me. She s

10Balto“Where’s my money?” I bypassed all of Case’s security and made it into the large room that served as an office. There was a dining table scattered with papers, and Case sat there with his brother across the table from him.Case looked up, his green eyes burning with savage fire. He was a strong man with his muscular shoulders and chiseled forearms, and his profound poker face made him a respectable opponent, but he was no match for me.No one was.“Stop knocking out all my guys to get in here.” He dropped the pen he was using for his paperwork. “Walk in like a normal person.”“But it’s much more fun my way.” I eyed the bar next to the window before I helped myself to a drink. I made my usual—a scotch on the rocks. I took a seat and got comfortable, like I owned this place as much as they did. “Plus, it teaches you how lax your security is. You need to hire better men, more men, if you really want to keep people out.”“I don’t want to look too suspicious,” Case said. “After al