Total pages in book: 147
Estimated words: 148949 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 745(@200wpm)___ 596(@250wpm)___ 496(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 148949 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 745(@200wpm)___ 596(@250wpm)___ 496(@300wpm)
“I am going to catch you—”
“No, you are not.” She sped up.
However, I was too determined. My cock stiffened as I chased her down the hall. My legs burned as I caught up with her and grabbed her waist.
Out of breath, she laughed against my chest. “I am so out of shape. You shouldn’t have got me. This is a damn shame.”
Groaning, I rubbed my cock against her. “I can train you right now.”
She chuckled. “I’m exhausted. Train me in the morning.”
“I want some pussy.” I captured her face between my hands and pulled her in for a kiss. The tip of her tongue traced the curve of my lips, and then slipped into my mouth. Locked together we kissed passionately, our mouths exploring each other’s warmth and heat.
When we broke apart, she tried to slip away.
I wouldn’t let her. “Tonight, you sleep in my cell.”
“No, Kaz.”
“Yes, mysh.”
“We already went through this.”
“Now I change my mind.”
“That isn’t how this works,” she whispered, even as her hands roamed over my chest.
“Why not?” I slid my hands lower to rest on her hips. “You are mine.”
“This is more than about if I am yours.”
I leaned in closer, landing kisses on her cheek and then the curve of her neck. “It is not.”
“I want to keep you safe.”
“I do not care.” I growled and nipped at her earlobe. “I would rather Lunita slice my throat than sleep alone and away from you.”
“Baby, don’t say that.”
I shoved her up against the wall and kissed her some more, groaning against her lips and fucking her with my tongue.
Yes. She will sleep next to me tonight.
She pulled away and licked her lips. “Maybe, we can make love, but afterwards, I have to—”
“I am the Lion!”
She widened her eyes and then chuckled. “Kaz, if I don’t know that by now, then I have to be a moron.”
“We sleep in my cell together. If you must, we can still lock the door, but I am confident that Lunita will not come out tonight.”
“Oh, really?”
“Yes.”
“Why are you so confident about that?”
“Because I am the Lion.”
“Oh my God. I’m about to get David down here to help—”
“No one can save you from me.” My cock hardened even more.
She smirked. “Okay.”
I raised my eyebrows. “Okay?”
“We can sleep together in your cell.”
I studied her. “Are you trying to trick me, mysh?”
“Lions can’t be tricked.”
I frowned at her. “Is that right?”
“Yes.”
She is trying to trick me, but I will win.
I let her go. “Alright.”
“Okay.” She took my hand, and we strolled toward my cell.
Pay attention. Make sure that she does not win.
Gazing at me, she gave me a mischievous smile. “Did you want to be a rock star when you were young?”
“I wanted to be everything and more.”
“Tisha told me the story about how you got the name lion.” She squeezed my hand. “I was impressed and shocked. You were a very naughty kid.”
“I was, and our sons will be naughty too.”
Her expression softened. “Our sons? You are including Paolo.”
“Pavel and you made me love him, so yes. . .I must start including him from now on.”
Her eyes watered. “Oh, baby.”
We made it to my cell and walked inside.
A distinctive aroma enveloped the space. It was a refined blend of rich leather, expensive cigars, and sandalwood.
My mouse let go of my hand and scanned the cell. “Very nice.”
I smirked.
The cell’s walls, formerly cold and stark, had been covered in dark, mahogany wood paneling, adding warmth and depth to the area.
In the center of the room sat a plush bed with an opulent, gold-embroidered duvet.
I headed that way and then collapsed onto the bed. The softness of the sheets—a blend of silk and cashmere—was a tactile delight for my fingers.
I grabbed a pillow and put it under my head. “Come here, mysh. It is time to tuck you in.”
She chuckled. “Oh, I bet you are going to tuck me in.”
Rather than approach me, she headed towards a luxurious black leather armchair situated close to a small table. On the tabletop rested a brass ashtray, a glittering crystal decanter of aged whiskey, and an antique lamp that filled the room with a comfortable glow. “I really like what you did with your cell.”
“It is not a cell, mysh.”
“No?”
“It is the Lion’s Den.”
“Oh. My bad.” She snickered and touched one of the glowing buttons on the wall.
Suddenly, classic jazz filled the air.
She looked up at the ceiling, probably searching for the hidden sound system. “This is really nice.”
My lids drooped over my eyes. “Only the best for the Lion.”
She walked towards the bed and climbed in, snuggling into my arms. Her warmth felt like a soothing balm against my skin. “You do know how to spoil yourself, Kaz.”
“I spoil those I care about even more.”
She nestled her head against my chest. “Sometimes, I think that you spoil me too much.”