Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33235 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33235 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
She oozes sweetness and sin, and literally all I can think of as I stand there letting my eyes drink her in is that I want to taste every soft inch of her skin. I want to run my tongue over every line, curve, and crevice, until there’s not a part of her I haven’t claimed and memorized with my mouth. I growl, completely ignoring whoever I’ve been talking to as my cock throbs between my legs. I inhale slowly, as if I could smell her sweet, angelic little cunt from over here, and the thought only makes me harder.
Perfection.
She screams innocence. Actually, in a place like this with the type of guys who work at hedge funds, she screams prey. And it doesn’t take more than a second before the jackals close in. Finance guys are an aggressive lot, and I’ve only hired the hungriest to work for me in this place. But when three of them descend on her, something primal in me roars to the surface.
I’ve spent a lifetime building what I have from scratch, and taking what I want when I want it. And the caveman in me roars at the sight of these lesser men thinking they can even look at her, let alone talk to her. And when one slips a hand over her shoulder, I almost let out a roar, wanting nothing more than to tear his arm off and throw man and limb over the side of the terrace.
I storm towards the jackals, fury etched on my face, when I’m suddenly swarmed by a handful of my trust managers, suddenly deciding that this is the ideal time to come whining to me about some business bullshit. I snarl, catching them off guard as they suddenly step away. They know the look, and they know when they see that fierce, focused drive on my face to stay the fuck away.
I shove past them, but suddenly I come to a stop.
She’s gone.
For a moment, the red rage comes roaring up, but I do see that the three jackals — including the piece of shit I plan on firing immediately who put his arm over her shoulders — are still at the bar.
But my angel isn’t there.
I scan the crowd with cold, piercing eyes, storming through the party without so much as a handshake or a smile back to any that are offered my way. Like I said, there’s only space in my brain for her, and now that I’ve lost her, I can feel the panic boiling up inside of me.
There’s a hand on my arm, and I whirl, snarling until I come face to face with my head of security. He’s stone-faced, but even he has that look of fear in his eyes at having to interrupt me when I’ve got this look.
“What?” I hiss.
But barely a second later, after he’s let me know that one of his men just let “my date for the evening” into my private office, I’m storming away. I shove my way through the crowds to the big curved stairs up to the main offices, taking them two and three at a time and thundering towards my corner office door. I dismiss the man standing guard curtly, and the only reason he’s not being terminated on the spot is that he’s indirectly alerted me to her.
Her, who I don’t know, and I’ve made a point of at least knowing who everyone here tonight is. It’s rare that I open Castle Capital up to anyone but my employees — all of whom have gone through rigorous background checks and are under more surveillance than they know. But tonight’s an exception. Tonight's a necessary lowering of my guard, in “celebration” of my hedge fund merging with Regent Trust.
Merging.
I could laugh. I don’t “merge” with anyone. I conquer. I take over, take control, and take full authority of anything and everything that I choose to. Regent Trust is no difference. Before the ink on the final contract is done, I’ll be gutting their considerable dead weight, taking the valuable assets and people they have, and slicing the rest away.
Tonight, though, is about niceties. Tonight, I schmooze — or at least, the people I pay to schmooze do the schmoozing. But tonight also means a whole bunch of people I don’t fucking know are in my house — in my keep so to speak. My domain consists of the top three floors of this building — my penthouse on the top, the main offices of Castle Capital below it, and the event space, board rooms, and terraces — the less guarded parts of my business — on the floor below that. That’s where the party is supposed to be, but apparently, some people have found their way up here.
Some people like her.
The sound of her little breath catching on those perfect, soft, pink lips as I surprise her has the blood rushing into my cock. It’s a little whimper — so fucking small and innocent sounding, but with just enough desire behind it to make my balls ache for release. I’m barely cognizant of the words I’m saying to her as I stalk towards her, moving until I’ve got her against the wall. I groan, inhaling again and this time I could swear I can smell her soft little pussy.