Series: Werewolves of Wall Street Series by Renee Rose
Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 59360 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 297(@200wpm)___ 237(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59360 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 297(@200wpm)___ 237(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
He can’t.
It’s just as Madi and my mother predicted.“Without the wolves Odin wasted on the attack on the island and in Sweden, Aiden doesn’t have the numbers to face us. He will have to back down.”
It was a calculated guess. And it was right.
Without shedding another drop of shifter blood, we won.
My pack turns as one and kicks clumps of snow and leaves with their back feet. Like dogs do when they’re covering their shit. I can hear Aiden’s teeth cracking in his clenched jaw.
I trot away, my paws light on the black earth and patches of snow. When I break from the trees, I stretch my nose forward.
Somehow, there’s an orange spice scent on the air, even though I know Madi is safe in the Blackthroat mansion. In my bed. Knowing her, she’ll be wearing a windows dress begging for me to punish her for disobeying orders.
I can’t wait.
Epilogue
Madi
“Take off your clothes and kneel on the bed, Ms. Evans.” Brick uses his curt boss-hole voice. “Show me that you’re ready.”
I kick off my heels and strip out of the brick-red designer dress I wore to Torrent today. There’s no peekaboo cutout in this one–Brick says if I wear one of my old Moon Co dresses, he’ll have to accompany me to work and kill every man or woman who looks at my cleavage.
It’s been two weeks since I started working for my grandmother, and I actually enjoy it. Maybe it’s my new luna powers, or maybe it’s knowing I don’t need the money or the job, but I don’t let anyone give me shit.
Including Eleanor. I’m setting boundaries for our relationship, both working and personal. My mom hates it all, but I did convince her to cash the two million dollar check Eleanor’s lawyer wrote her. That will allow her to buy her apartment, so she doesn’t have to worry about rent hikes anymore. Not that any of us will be under financial strain again. Brick already bought an entire apartment building near NYU for Brayden to move into, and he’s trying to convince my mom to move in here. She’s still wary of him and his money, but I expect he’ll win her over soon.
Despite the fact that Brick has added me to all his bank accounts, it still hasn’t sunk in that I’m a billionaire now, too. And that’s without the inheritance Eleanor is supposedly leaving me.
I met my father/sperm donor. We had a super-awkward coffee date that I kept to under a half hour. I got the feeling he cared less about the fact that I was his daughter than he did about his mother putting me in a position of power at Torrent.
I can’t believe I ever equated Brick with rich, self-absorbed men like my father and his brothers.
All of it slides off my back, though. Because every evening a sexy billionaire shows up on the top floor of Torrent cosmetics to pick me up, wine and dine me, listen to my day, tell me about his, and make me scream his name in bed until I’m hoarse.
The moment we walked into the penthouse tonight, though, my doting fiancé disappeared, replaced by the deliciously gruff Big Bad Boss.
I leap onto the bed and assume a position of servitude–on my knees with my palms up on my thighs, awaiting instruction.
“Thirty-three seconds, Ms. Evans. You’re late.” Brick’s look might be stern except for the amber gleam of pleasure in his eyes. “Interlace your hands behind your head.”
I obey, and the position lifts and spreads my breasts for his inspection.
He strolls to the side of the bed and pinches one nipple. Both respond–stiffening and tingling as they lengthen. My pussy clenches.
“With all due respect, sir, you didn’t give me a time limit.”
He tsks and pinches the other nipple, harder than the first. “I shouldn’t have to, Ms. Evans. I expect your complete competency, and thirty-three seconds isn’t fast enough.”
I’m already wet for him. All he has to do is pull out that bossy voice, and I melt into a puddle at his well-shined shoes.
“Now, are you going to continue to argue with me, or are you going to take your punishment like a good girl?”
The quivering muscles between my legs lift again at the word punishment. Still, I look up through my lashes at him. “I am only stating facts, sir. You did not set a clear expectation for how quickly I should disrobe.” I keep my voice low and demure, despite my bold gaze.
He fake-frowns. “Impertinence will also be punished.” He palms both my knees and nudges them apart. “Spread for me. I want to taste that honey you’re making.”
I slide my knees open.
He strokes his middle finger along my slit, parting my plump folds. I’m slick down there, and the moment he drags the moisture up to my clit, a small orgasm ripples through me, causing my inner thighs to shiver and shake as my pelvic floor squeezes.