Run to Him: The Full Novel: A Domination/Submission Alpha Male Billionaire Suspenseful Romance (The Billionaire's Beck and Call Book 4) Read Online Free PDF Page A
Author: Delilah Fawkes
watched me watching.
“Please, Lucy,” he said, his voice as calm and natural as if he were pouring me a cup of coffee instead of getting head from a strange blonde, right in front of me. “Have a seat.”
I hesitated, then, following his hand with my eyes as he gestured to a wingback just across from him. From them . I took one step forward, then a half step back, almost falling off my heels.
His low chuckle sent shivers up my spine.
Just who does this asshole think he is?
The sound of his low laugh was like the hearth fire, melting away any fear inside of me and stoking my anger up to a hearty blaze.
Did he set this up just to laugh at me? To see if I would crumble? Run away, maybe? What is this, some kind of twisted game of sexual “chicken”?
If it was a game, I had news for him. Little Lucy Willcox didn’t fuck around when it came to playing games. I always played to win.
My stubbornness was legendary.
I stomped over to the offered wingback and plopped down in it, crossing my legs as well as my arms. I looked at him expectantly, and valiantly tried to ignore the slurping sounds issuing from the mouth of the petite blonde on the ground not four feet away, gagging around the thick shaft of my mysterious admirer.
“You wanted to see me, Mr…?”
I sat stiffly in the chair, not daring give away how uncomfortable I really was, how afraid… or how incredibly turned on I was, and how deeply ashamed of that realization.
“Alastor,” he replied. “Lucas Alastor.”
He pushed down hard on the blonde’s head, urging her to take him deeper, even as he watched me, his face calm and impassive. The woman gagged, but he didn’t let up; didn’t let her recover. She inhaled a noisy breath around her mouthful of cock and kept sucking, moaning around him as she took all he had to give. The top of her short red dress was pulled down, her tits exposed and bouncing as he fucked her eager mouth, her cheeks ruddy and shining with saliva, her lipstick smeared and mascara running.
“Mr. Alastor,” I began, and winced.
My voice was higher than it should be; my throat tensed and shoulders high. I urged myself to breath.
“Mr. Alastor, I came here tonight against my better judgment because you asked me to hear you out. I’m here, now, so… what exactly did you want to discuss with me?”
He smirked, then, looking me over as if he were impressed. His eyes were piercing, even in the low light, his face stern, but with hints of mischief around the mouth and eyes that made him incredibly handsome and dangerously sexy.
“Very well,” he said, grinning even wider, his breathing still calm and steady, considering the enthusiastic blowjob he was receiving. “I called you here on a matter of business, Lucy. Well… mostly business, anyway.”
He gripped the blonde’s hair with two hands now, pushing her down forcefully onto his cock, making her sputter. His legs were spread wide, bracing himself on either side of her as he used her mouth like a fuck toy.
I squirmed in my seat and tugged down on the hem of my dress. As much as I hated to admit it, even to myself, my panties were soaking wet, watching him like this, using some woman in front of me, like it was nothing. My pussy was on fire, my body tingling each time he pushed down and his shaft disappeared almost fully into her wet, hungry mouth. My nipples stiffened beneath the gauzy fabric of my dress. I wondered it he could see them.
“I’m looking for an assistant, Lucy. One who can attend to me day or night, at work, as well as in my home. One who can work despite certain… distractions, shall we say, and who can be discreet.”
He cocked an eyebrow at me, then, and I nodded at him, urging him to continue.
“I need someone who can take dictation while I use one of my toys, for instance.”
“Your… toys?”
“Like now, sweet Lucy. Here.”
He kept his eyes locked on mine, forcing the woman’s head down again and again.
“I don’t even know this
“Please, Lucy,” he said, his voice as calm and natural as if he were pouring me a cup of coffee instead of getting head from a strange blonde, right in front of me. “Have a seat.”
I hesitated, then, following his hand with my eyes as he gestured to a wingback just across from him. From them . I took one step forward, then a half step back, almost falling off my heels.
His low chuckle sent shivers up my spine.
Just who does this asshole think he is?
The sound of his low laugh was like the hearth fire, melting away any fear inside of me and stoking my anger up to a hearty blaze.
Did he set this up just to laugh at me? To see if I would crumble? Run away, maybe? What is this, some kind of twisted game of sexual “chicken”?
If it was a game, I had news for him. Little Lucy Willcox didn’t fuck around when it came to playing games. I always played to win.
My stubbornness was legendary.
I stomped over to the offered wingback and plopped down in it, crossing my legs as well as my arms. I looked at him expectantly, and valiantly tried to ignore the slurping sounds issuing from the mouth of the petite blonde on the ground not four feet away, gagging around the thick shaft of my mysterious admirer.
“You wanted to see me, Mr…?”
I sat stiffly in the chair, not daring give away how uncomfortable I really was, how afraid… or how incredibly turned on I was, and how deeply ashamed of that realization.
“Alastor,” he replied. “Lucas Alastor.”
He pushed down hard on the blonde’s head, urging her to take him deeper, even as he watched me, his face calm and impassive. The woman gagged, but he didn’t let up; didn’t let her recover. She inhaled a noisy breath around her mouthful of cock and kept sucking, moaning around him as she took all he had to give. The top of her short red dress was pulled down, her tits exposed and bouncing as he fucked her eager mouth, her cheeks ruddy and shining with saliva, her lipstick smeared and mascara running.
“Mr. Alastor,” I began, and winced.
My voice was higher than it should be; my throat tensed and shoulders high. I urged myself to breath.
“Mr. Alastor, I came here tonight against my better judgment because you asked me to hear you out. I’m here, now, so… what exactly did you want to discuss with me?”
He smirked, then, looking me over as if he were impressed. His eyes were piercing, even in the low light, his face stern, but with hints of mischief around the mouth and eyes that made him incredibly handsome and dangerously sexy.
“Very well,” he said, grinning even wider, his breathing still calm and steady, considering the enthusiastic blowjob he was receiving. “I called you here on a matter of business, Lucy. Well… mostly business, anyway.”
He gripped the blonde’s hair with two hands now, pushing her down forcefully onto his cock, making her sputter. His legs were spread wide, bracing himself on either side of her as he used her mouth like a fuck toy.
I squirmed in my seat and tugged down on the hem of my dress. As much as I hated to admit it, even to myself, my panties were soaking wet, watching him like this, using some woman in front of me, like it was nothing. My pussy was on fire, my body tingling each time he pushed down and his shaft disappeared almost fully into her wet, hungry mouth. My nipples stiffened beneath the gauzy fabric of my dress. I wondered it he could see them.
“I’m looking for an assistant, Lucy. One who can attend to me day or night, at work, as well as in my home. One who can work despite certain… distractions, shall we say, and who can be discreet.”
He cocked an eyebrow at me, then, and I nodded at him, urging him to continue.
“I need someone who can take dictation while I use one of my toys, for instance.”
“Your… toys?”
“Like now, sweet Lucy. Here.”
He kept his eyes locked on mine, forcing the woman’s head down again and again.
“I don’t even know this
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