Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 95431 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 382(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95431 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 382(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
“You are skilled. I would have loved to be your teacher,” she says.
I grin before I spin and bring one blade across her body and the other across her center, separating her torso from her legs.
“No,” the last one cries. “Who sent you? How dare you?”
“How dare you?” I snarl. “They are all little girls. Why would you hurt them?”
“We only did what the world would someday do? It was done to us. We treat them better than we were treated.”
“All the more reason for you not to show them such a fate.”
With that, I move forward. I spin around her as she tries to fight me. This time, I slice through the backs of both knees, dropping her to the floor.
Spinning out on my toes, I then leap into the air and spin back in her direction. Her head is bowed as if in surrender. I take it for the respect that it is.
They fought hard. They didn’t make it easy on me. I just danced with grace and fought with skill. I did my best.
I land at the same time that her head falls from her body and rolls across the floor. Chest heaving, I stand and take a bow. This job is done.
I smile and turn to leave, finding Adriano standing right outside the door, shaking his head at me. I shrug my shoulders and start to walk out.
“You never needed me, did you?”
“No, Andiamo.”
CHAPTER 34
In My Dreams
Symphony
“Come here, cara,” Michael croons as he sits in the window seat of my bedroom.
I stand from the bed and move across the room to him, stopping before him in all my naked glory. He bites his lip and reaches out for me.
The moment his warm hand connects with my skin, I moan and shiver. My heart skips a beat. I close my eyes as he glides his palm up my side.
I’ve missed him so much. It’s been so hard to be away from him. There aren’t enough jobs to work off my sexual frustration. I need his touch as much as I need my next breath.
“Come, sit on my cock, baby. I want to feel you around me, cara.”
Opening my eyes, I move to straddle his hips as he guides me over his length. My head falls back as he enters me. I’m already so wet for him.
“Michael,” I breathe.
“You are everything to me. I only want to bring you pleasure,” he groans into my ear as he thrusts into me.
He’s so hard and thick. I work my hips, enjoying the way he fills me. As if he isn’t already pushing me to the edge, he palms my breast and pulls my nipple into his mouth.
“Yes, Michael, yes,” I cry out.
My walls begin to tighten around him, but I’m not ready for it to end. Lifting up, I then climb from his lap and drop to my knees. I need to have him in my mouth.
He groans and drops his head back against the window as I take him in deep. Reaching for my hair, I move it out of the way as I keep sucking. His moans make me excited.
I’m bringing him pleasure. I’m undoing the man before me. A man I know is powerful.
“Sim, baby. That feels so good.”
I work him with my hands and mouth happily. I never want to stop. He gathers my hair into his hands and begins to pump his hips.
His silky hardness in my mouth makes me want to ride him again. Feeling all that power inside me is so thrilling. I take him as deep as I can and hold him inside my mouth.
“Holy fuck, Symphony,” he hisses out.
I don’t stop until I begin to choke. My eyes begin to water, but I can’t get enough. I want more. I want him to come in my mouth.
However, Michael has other plans. He pulls from my mouth and lifts to his feet. Then he lifts me to stand and shifts our positions until I’m in front of the bench and he’s behind me.
Pushing me down with a hand in the center of my back, he then enters me from behind. I grasp at the pillow of the window seat and hold on tight as I cry out his name.
“You like the way I fuck you, Symphony? Do you miss my cock? Do you regret leaving me?
“Your pussy is so wet for me. Are you keeping it tight for me? When I come for you, will you still be mine?”
I pop up from my sleep and look down. My vagina is throbbing. I can feel that I’m wet.
I can’t believe this has happened again. It’s the third night in a row. I palm my forehead and groan.
“How long am I to put up with this?” I say into the empty room.
Michael
“You feel so good, cara. Sing for me. Let me know how good it feels,” I demand as I fuck Symphony from behind.