Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 67966 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67966 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
“I swear I can look at you like that forever.”
Galan hooked the chain around Casey’s throat, smoothing his hands over his collarbones.
Casey released a full-body shiver.
The heavy metal was a weighty reminder that his Sir was always with him, even when he wasn’t. The collar was a symbol that he was claimed. His Master’s tangible promise to be responsible for his needs, wants…and happiness.
He pulled Galan down and kissed him, but this time, it was full of heat and craving. Casey lifted his thigh up Galan’s legs and ground himself against his thigh.
Galan growled in his ear, gripping his hips hard enough to stop his sultry grind.
“I want you upstairs in your condo, on your knees in the center of the bed, wearing nothing but this sexy mask and my collar.”
Casey thought he’d come right there in his dress pants. He was supposed to respond, but he didn’t know how. His head was spinning.
“You better get moving. If you’re not in position and still by the time I get up there…” Galan wrapped a restrictive palm around Casey’s throat, resting it on his collar. “I’m going to punish you, and I’m sure the last thing you want is me pounding your freshly spanked ass.”
Casey’s dick leaked enough to make a visible stain, but it didn’t stop him from hauling ass toward his room.
Belladonna Mansion
Virginia Beach Oceanfront
February 2nd, 12:41 a.m.
Sharpe made sure his glare didn’t linger too long on Lincoln’s handsome fucking face. He’d never been one to care about his appearance, but the sight of Lincoln in that trendy tuxedo made him fight the urge to adjust his collar or smooth his palms down the front of his shirt.
Dammit, I should’ve at least worn nicer shoes.
Sharpe wanted to investigate Belladonna, but he’d never be able to concentrate with Lincoln as his tour guide.
How could he divert his gaze from that tight ass?
Sharpe couldn’t allow his neglected cock to control him.
Lincoln was all looks, swagger, and confidence. A dynamic trio that made Sharpe question the real reason he was at Belladonna after midnight.
Lincoln punched in a complex code on a keypad before pressing his palm against a scanner.
A towering wrought iron gate separating Thorn’s property from the rest of the city eased open.
Lincoln led him around a full-length pool with aqua blue water overflowing into a rock-enclaved Jacuzzi.
Jesus. The lifestyles of the rich and privileged.
The damn pool house was bigger than the single-family homes in his neighborhood.
The back of the mansion was made of floor-to-ceiling gleaming windows, designed with mirrored panes so no one on the outside could see in.
Now he was intrigued.
Lincoln slid one pane of glass to the side and gestured for him to enter first.
When he was inside the screened patio, the first thing he heard was soft jazz playing over some kind of home surround sound, as if he were in a spa lobby.
Once in the house, the opulence inside matched the exterior. He took in the lofty ceilings as Lincoln watched him with an amused grin.
Lincoln walked him past a string of sitting rooms too fancy to be sat in, then a dining hall with a table set for twenty as if Thorn entertained heads of state.
Sharpe muttered under his breath, half scoff, half begrudging admiration.
The kitchen hit next. A gleaming, oversized cathedral of marble, chrome, and steel, with a stove so polished he’d be too intimidated to turn it on
He’d stick with his two-burner electric.
A tall man in a lustrous black suit stood at the large island in the center of the kitchen floor. His outrageous black hair would’ve looked messy on anyone else, but it worked for him. He set down his large bag and gave Lincoln his attention.
“Hey, babe, you headed to Clarence’s?” Lincoln asked the Adonis.
The guy nodded while keeping his calculating eyes on Sharpe.
“Axel, this is Detective Sharpe. Sharpe, this is Axel. He’s been here the longest out of all of us.”
Lincoln leaned in and kissed the guy’s cheek.
“Hmm.” Axel walked toward him and stood so close that Sharpe became uncomfortable.
Axel didn’t extend his hand. Instead, he leveled those deep, unguarded eyes on Sharpe, a gaze heavy with unspoken depth, searching him in silence as though he could see every chink in his armor.
Sharpe ground his teeth, seeking Lucas’s gaze before he realized what he was doing.
“An emptiness resides within my soul,
A quiet ache that makes me less than whole,
I long for whispers from you,
Like a parched flower, I thirst for your sun,
For the sweet solace of your heart’s embrace,
And yet…I run”
Axel cocked his head to the side and hummed thoughtfully before he went back to the counter and grabbed his bag.
Sharpe didn’t realize he’d been holding his breath until he exhaled with a choked gasp.
Lincoln kissed Axel on his way to the door.
“Be careful out there, and text me when you get home, love.”