Chapter Eight #2
I hit send and waited for a few moments. It shows he’s read it. His bubbles pop up, disappear, and pop up once again before they disappear altogether.
Sliding the phone onto my desk, I put all my focus on the file Thomas sent me.
John Jenkins, forty-one years old, is married with two kids.
CEO of a pharmaceutical company. Worth eight million.
Hired by a partner of his because John is stealing money, dipping his toes in with the Cartels, and threatening to have the partner's family murdered, but not before having him watch his wife and little girls be used first.
My blood boils reading the last part. What kind of sick fucking person says something like that? And I know he’ll do it too. One thing in this life, everyone doesn’t think like me. Money is the root of all evil, the heart of the beast. And men like Jenkins don’t need to be roaming this world.
I comb through every bit of information Thomas has accumulated.
One thing about me is that I like to be ready—no surprises or any undiscovered information.
If I have to wait weeks, I will. I won’t jump the gun.
Everything has to happen in perfect order; one fuck up, and it could cost us all, everything I’ve built for years, imploding in seconds.
The door creaks open, yanking me out of the paperwork on my desk and the laptop with many files open, to see Rowan standing and watching.
“The sun has gone down,” Rowan informs me. With those words, I turn in my chair; the once sunny view is now dark with night. Fuck.
“I’m sorry, baby.”
She shakes her head, walking toward me. “No need to apologize.” As she comes closer to me, her smell hits my nose.
It’s addicting, something I hope I never get used to.
Roses and vanilla, with a mix of her own scent.
She rolls my chair back away from the desk, giving herself room to mount me.
As she does, I quickly shut the laptop and move the papers in one motion.
Rowan quirks her eyebrow at me, but doesn’t speak, as she straddles me.
My leather chair squeaks under our combined weight, but we both ignore it.
It could fall to pieces under us, and we wouldn’t know it, as I capture her mouth, and she feverishly invites me in.
Our tongues roam over the others, her mouth with a slight taste of red wine, making it even more intoxicating.
Our moans intermingle as she grinds herself on me, my dick waking up.
I need her skin, the feel of her velvetiness. My hands become hasty as I yank her T-shirt from her body, her beautiful, full tits now on display, her tan nipples beading with the cool air, and I attack it. Sucking the bulb into my mouth, my hands roam her body, needing to touch every inch of her.
Rowan throws her head back as I bite her nipple, giving her a slight jolt of pain, and she grinds harder onto my aching cock.
Popping her nipple from between my lips, “On your feet.”
Her hooded eyes, full of arousal, watch my lips as she maneuvers her body from mine, standing. With no other instructions, her sleep shorts fall to the ground.
“Fuck.” It comes out more of a moan as I lean into her slight dusting of hair, breathing her in, my hands squeezing each of my chair’s armrest, the leathers protesting under the pressure.
As my tongue slowly run down her slit, I slide into her pussy, tasting her sweet saltiness.
I could feast on Rowan for the rest of my days and be a full man.
“Oh, God,” she pants out, loving the way my tongue works her.
Savoring her taste, I stand up. “Unzip me.”
Her hands flash out hurriedly, unbuttoning my jeans, lowering my zipper, and my dick pops out, needing to be freed from the confines.
Rowan drops to her knees behind my desk, wrapping her small hand around the base of my dick, lining it up with her mouth.
My head falls back as her warm and wet mouth sucks me in, her tongue massaging my shaft as she slowly sucks me in and out.
Her hand cups my balls and carefully plays with them.
As her pressure on my cock becomes harder, my hips buck into her, moving faster.
Loving the way her teeth gently graze over my sensitive cock.
I can feel my balls drawing up before I pull my cock out of her mouth, watching as slobber trails down her chin, all while she looks up to me, ready to give her all to me.
Motioning my finger for her to stand, once she’s fully up, I grab her by her hips, planting her on the desk behind her.
A small yelp leaves her swollen lips. Taking both my hands on her thighs, spreading her legs wide open, before pulling her to the edge of the desk.
I lean in and gently kiss her, while lining my cock up to her waiting pussy, before sinking into my favorite spot.
She welcomes me, forming around, fitting just perfectly, as we both moan out in unison.
Laying her back onto the desk, I pull her legs up as I start to pound into her.
“Fuck, yes. Just like that.” Her words sound bouncy as I push into her, her tits bouncing too.
Looking down, I memorize the way my dick disappears into her, her pussy lips blossoming, stretching around me as each thrust comes out wetter and wetter.
Pulling all the way out, she moans at the emptiness before crying out when I sink all the way back into her.
My balls slapping her ass echoes around the room, her wetness synchronizes with the sounds, making it my new favorite lullaby.
“I’m going to come, baby,” she pants at me, and my pace picks up as we both come. Her pussy pulsates around my cock, making sure it gets every drop of me.
Falling on top of her, I kiss her chest, right above her heart, feeling it beat wildly.
Before I lean up, my hand trails down her stomach, stopping on her scar.
Immediately, Rowan sits up and pushes my hand away; the look on her face has shifted from contentment to anger.
And in that second, I wish I could take my roaming fucking hand back up her body, not touching her scar.
Even though she hates it, I love it. It’s a part of her, her story of survival.
Who this Rowan is now, the one I’m madly in love with.
But to her, it’s a forever reminder of the night all was stolen from her.
I get it, but to me, it’s a badge of survival and tribulations.
I smile weakly at her. “It’s a part of you, my love,” I tell her softly.
“It’s a part of my fucking nightmare, Luca. It’s a daily reminder of everything that was taken from me. A reminder of what the fuck I lived through.”
I interrupt her. “Exactly! A reminder of what you lived through. Of whom you are now.” I keep contact with her while my hand traces down her ribs, and down.
Her eyes watch my hand as her breathing becomes erratic until she stops breathing altogether.
When I trace my finger on the scar around the star, the angry lines are darker than her skin and bulging.
“Breathe, baby,” I tell her as I watch a tear escape, rolling down her cheek. I lean up and lick it off. All the while, my dick still nestled inside her.
“I love you. And I love it. Unlike them, this doesn't soil you. This makes you a survivor. This is a fucking badge of survival, Killer. And nothing to be ashamed of, especially when it comes to me.”
I reach out and grab her shoulders, bringing her to me, holding her tightly, as she cries silently. Her heart beats in rhythm with mine. “I’m so proud of you,” I whisper into her ear. Pulling out of her, I step back and place a kiss on her scar.