Total pages in book: 140
Estimated words: 140940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 705(@200wpm)___ 564(@250wpm)___ 470(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 140940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 705(@200wpm)___ 564(@250wpm)___ 470(@300wpm)
His eyes hungrily devoured my exposed skin, lingering on the swell of my breasts.
Oh.
My nipples stiffened.
I had chosen the perfect bra and dress for this evening, making sure my ample assets were on full display for Kaz like two full ripe melons on a silver platter ready to be sucked on and savored.
Kaz frowned. “You knew what you were doing when you wore that.”
My heart skipped a beat. “Or you are nasty as hell?”
His voice grew husky. “The moment you slipped that on you knew I would be fucking you inside this club.”
A wicked smile spread across my face.
I did.
“Therefore, we are going to the club’s private nursing area.”
“No.” I tried to let go of his hand. “We are going back out—”
“Mysh.” He stopped us in the center of the hallway.
The man that was behind me gave us a decent amount of privacy, stepping a good six feet away.
Kaz pressed me against the wall.
The world narrowed down to the space between us. His body was a firm barrier against anything that might intrude upon this moment of raw, untamed craving.
“Kaz,” I whispered, my hands trembling as they traced the contours of his broad chest.
Did my touch seep through his shirt and trigger his heart to beat faster?
And if yes, did the rhythm match my own heart as it pounded in my chest?
To my pleasure, he leaned forward and devoured my lips. I chuckled under his hungry mouth. But once his wet tongue slid between my lips, all humor left me.
Lusty longing blazed through me.
I moaned under his roaming hands, teasing and caressing my body, leaving me breathless and yearning for more.
And he didn’t touch me like a romantic lover or a doting fiancé, Kaz’s hands explored with confident ownership as if he understood on the deepest level that every inch of my body, every cell, every drop of blood. . .was all his.
A soft moan escaped my parted lips.
In this moment, nothing else mattered but this intoxicating man ravishing me in the hallway.
He playfully nibbled on my lower lip and pulled away, leaving me weak and wanting more.
It was crazy, but for some reason, I realized that Kaz’s true power lay not in his strength or his position within the Brotherhood but in his ability to awaken a fierce, passionate response in my body that I could neither deny nor control.
Holy shit.
Meanwhile, Max thought I should be working on controlling him with my pussy in New Orleans. What Max didn’t understand was that no amount of Juicy Jigsaw, Salsa Slam, or even Squishy Spider could prevent my ass from getting cock-whipped in the process.
Silent, Kaz pulled back and studied me. “Do you think it was okay for the dancer to touch you?”
“It was part of the show, and I figured. . .”
He raised his eyebrows.
“Well. . .I figured you would love to see a woman touching me.”
His gaze upon me was like a brand, marking me with an intensity that spoke of deep, unyielding possession. “No one can touch you. No. One.”
Our breaths mingled.
I felt the unmistakable power of surrender, the sweet release of yielding to a force greater than myself, embodied by the man who claimed every beat of my heart.
“Okay.” I parted my lips. “Lesson learned.”
He tilted his head to the side. “Have you ever heard the story of Cimon and Pero?”
“No.”
“It was an ancient Roman story about religious duty.”
I smirked, wondering where this was going. “And what happened in the story?”
“A man named Cimon was incarcerated and sentenced to death by starvation.”
“What did he do?”
“Does not matter.”
“It does to me. Maybe, he deserved it.”
“Does not matter.” He raised his hand to my face and slipped his finger along my lips. “His daughter was named Pero, and every time she visited him, she could not bear the sight of her dying father.”
“I get it. Many wouldn’t be okay with that.”
“So. . .” His gaze traveled down to my breasts. “In order to save her father’s life, during those visits, she gave him breast milk on a daily basis.”
“Say what now?”
“When the government saw that Cimon was still alive after many days, they became suspicious of Pero.”
“Man, I’m still not over the daughter giving him breast milk.”
“She loved her father, mysh.”
“I might have snuck in a cup or something and squeezed milk in there, but like. . .my father’s mouth right on the nipple.” I twisted my face in disgust. “No way.”
Kaz smiled. “Eventually, the prison guards caught Pero breastfeeding her father.”
“Fuck. What happened to them?”
“A criminal case was filed against her, but her selflessness and attitude won and turned the heart and mind of the jailer and he granted her father freedom.”
I leaned my head to the side. “And how does this relate to us?”
“The story was to motivate selflessness and love among the Roman people.” Kaz gestured to my breasts. “Therefore, I believe that you need to take your duties more seriously.”