by Lan LLP
“Lil, just eleven hours and twenty-four minutes left,” he reminded before he dressed me in his long sleeved flannel pajama top and bottom. “Damn it,” he gritted with his eyes sealed. “Even in men’s flannels, you still look fuckable,” he confessed after the last button was done. “It doesn’t matter what I cover your body with. I already know what’s underneath. You’ll always be the one craving I’ll never be able to tame.”
Pushing my memory from last night aside, I continue to dart my head in the extra bedrooms down the hallway. Each room is spacious and exquisitely decorated. Finally, I spot a captivating set of hazel eyes staring back at me from a sun-drenched bay window. I love the way the warm rays wrap around his body, enhancing the striking glow of his flawless complexion. I thank my lucky stars daily that this handsome man is all mine.
“It’s about time you find me,” he smirks with the lure of his index finger. “Come here, my princess.”
“What are you up to?” I inquire as I meander over to his “come hither” finger motion.
“I’m taking you to a magical ball. But before we can go, you’ll need to select a gown.”
Carson takes my hand and leads me to a walk-in closet. It’s practically empty besides for the ten garment bags hanging on the center rack. The bags are grouped in pairs of matching colors.
“Go ahead. Unzip them to see what’s inside,” he urges with eagerness for me to unveil his surprise.
One by one I unzip the bags to reveal the most glamorous gowns I’ve ever seen. I’m in awe as I run my fingers over the jewel details and fine fabric. I can only imagine the countless hours of labor spent on these dresses. Four out of the five reminds of me of Disney princesses. My eyes are drawn to the beautiful satiny violet one. I slip it off a velvet hanger and model it in front of me. The silk flows gracefully like streaming water from waist down. A gold and pearl-beaded trim wraps from the front, along the collarbone and all the way down the small of my back.
“Try it on,” Carson encourages after taking a seat on a leather bench by a mammoth framed mirror. “I want to see you in all of them.”
“Why so many choices? One would’ve been more than plenty.”
“Because I can. And besides, I enjoy seeing you undress for me,” he answers with a smirk.
“You don’t like this sexy flannel on me?” I trifle as I sway my hands down the length of my body.
“Stop teasing and remove your clothes or I’ll have to do it for you.”
“Alright, Mr. Impatient.”
Grabbing the hem of my shirt, I slip it off without bothering to undo the buttons and then drop it on the carpet. I note the smoldering gaze of Carson’s hazel eyes appreciating my striptease from the mirror’s reflection. Purposely, I shimmy his loose pants down my hips and bend over to pull one leg out at a time. Loose strands of my dark hair fall to one side of my neck, brushing against the carpet. Just like in Hong Kong, my legs are spread apart and my ass is displayed for his viewing pleasure.
Oh yeah, I’ve got him exactly where I want him, lusting for more of me.
His tongue sweeps sensually across his top lip as he continues to take in the vision of my almost naked frame. God, he’s so freaking sexy. The musing expression on his face implies to me that he’s imagining how many ways he can take me. My panties are getting wetter by the second thinking about him entering me. I want him now desperately. Why hasn’t he attempted to make love to me yet? As of early this morning, Dr. Laurent’s restriction has been lifted. Once again, pushing my pride aside, I turn to face him. Taking baby steps, I sashay my way onto his lap and circle my arms around his neck.
“Don’t you want me anymore?” I pout with a teasing grin as I outline his face with one hand.
Rising to his feet with me in his arms, he takes several steps out of the closet and tosses me onto the bed. My heart flutters from the suddenness of his reaction.
“You have no idea how badly I’ve been wanting you,” he confesses as his eyes secures my willing body in place. “I was planning on romancing you first, but scrap that idea for now. I’m going to fuck you until you’re tender. Every time you feel an aching sensation from that area, you’ll remember that I was there, filling and making you scream your heart out.”
Holy hotness! I think I just had a verbal orgasm. Is that even possible?
My groin convulses from the carnal tone of his penetrating voice as I watch him undress his sinful body. His shirt and pants land on the white carpet next to his feet. It’s now my turn to appreciate the vision of his hot maleness and welcome his thick erection inside me. Stepping to edge of the bed, he grips my ankles and yanks me toward him until my buttocks slam into his pelvis. My body is bent at ninety degrees with my spread legs rested against his chest. The pacing of my hammering heart is all I can hear as my sex dissolves with anticipation. Carson has my complete attention. Oh hell, he can have whatever he wants right now. With both hands, he grasps the elastic of my soaked panties and tugs them off.
“So wet and so mine,” he purrs. “I want your sweetness on my tongue.”
Dropping my legs to hang over the bed, Carson falls to his knees and buries his head between my thighs. Piercing his moist tongue directly onto my clit, he strokes it gently, up and down first before circling around it without mercy but with meticulous skill.
“Ah…ah…,” I moan as my body arches in response to his taunting licks. “Oh god…ah…uh…I can’t hang on much longer.” My fingers rake through his dark hair frantically, pulling him in closer as I tilt my pelvis into his warm mouth.
“Cum, baby. I want to see that satisfied glow on your beautiful face,” he coaxes and then plunges his tongue in and out of me, pushing me into the first of twelve promised orgasms. It’s so intense that even my toes are curling around that decadent sensation. “One down. Eleven more to go,” he boasts with a dimpled grin as if he just took the words out of my mouth.
“At this rate, you’ll be meeting your quota by noon,” I trifle while pulling his face to meet mine.
“Is that so?” he responds with his narrowed eyes gazing down at me playfully.
“Yes.”
“You should know I don’t take challenges lightly. And I rarely fail at anything.”
“I know. I’m banking on it.”
“Enough talking. I have eleven more orgasms to deliver,” he declares with a wink and then dives into the crook of my neck, caressing me with his fresh minty breath laced with my essence.
Hooking my thumbs into the waistband of his cotton briefs, I slide it down his tight ass to free his erection. I grip his firm shaft in my hand and give it a gentle squeeze and stroke.
“Mmm…,” he moans. “I’m going to enjoy being inside you.”
His hands glide along my sides to my butt and then down the back of my legs. Once again, he grips my ankles and lifts them so his hardness is pressed against my moist folds.
“This will be deep,” he warns. “Let me know when it’s too much.”
I nod my head while gazing into his doting eyes and softly answer, “I will. I want this to be about you. I want you to cum hard.”
“It’s always about us and never just about me when we’re together,” he corrects. “Trust me. I won’t have any trouble cumming hard and being completely satisfied.” His declaration makes my heart smile.
Gripping his stiff erection with his palm, he traces it down the length of my slick folds and then guides it gently inside my channel. His fullness fills the area, giving me pleasure beyond heaven’s limits. God, he feels so good. If I can stay fused to his body like this for the rest of my life, I’d be utterly content. With one last thrust, his entire shaft is buried deep inside me.
“Ah…,” I groan, feeling the depth of his penetration. My god, it’s deep. My fingers claw the sheets, gripping them tightly inside my fists.
“Too deep?”
“No,” I murmur.
“Continue?”
“Yes.”
With both hands, he grasps my hips, a
nchors his feet to the floor and thrusts fiercely in and out of me. The heat of his passion burns inside me as he attacks my body with desire. His dilating eyes are locked on my face.
“Look at me,” he commands. “This is what your body does to me.”
His face is glorious, blushed and glowing with need. His body is strong, toned and perspiring from making love to me. All I can see is a virile man more handsome than any man I’ve ever known. He is perfection on earth.
“I’m dependent on you,” he confesses. “I love you.”
“I love you, too,” I whisper.
The intensity of his pounding continues, fueling the fire that’s growing inside me. My legs are locked against his chest with his arms. His eyes are slowly rolling back. He’s close. He’s on the verge and I’m here with him. My legs are released from his hold. They wilt to his sides. We’re now facing each other. Breathing is a chore as my chest heaves up and down for air. His hands are on my breasts, cupping and kneading them, pinching my nipples.
“Feel me. Crave me,” he purrs. “Cum for me, baby.”
What else can I do but yield to his command. His mouth melts over mine, devouring with desperation. His kisses have never been this needy. My lips will pay for this pleasure later on.
“Uh…uh, he groans and explodes inside me. I join him a second later with orgasm number two. His body falls on top of mine, his beating chest resting. It speaks to me, telling me he’s satiated.
“Two O’s in less than twenty. You’re beyond impressive, Mr. Bradley,” I trifle.
Lifting his head away from the crook of my neck, he tells me, “If I can have my way, I’d spend this entire day making love to you.”
“Then why don’t you?”
“Commitments, Lil. We have an event to go to. But after that, we’ll have the entire night.”
“You promise?”
“Yes,” he replies with his killer dimpled smile. “For now, you have five gowns to model for me. I promise I’ll behave between changes,” he vows with a wink.
Carson Bradley
“My favorite is the ivory,” I vote. “All the other ones remind me of ordinary princesses. There is nothing ordinary about you. Come closer. Let me get a better look at how beautiful you are.”
Lil makes her way toward me, dragging the sheer train of her dress behind her. I purposely had the designer create this gown with a lotus flower in mind. The soft layers below her hips resemble delicate petals. The upper part of the dress molds seamlessly around her breasts and around her tiny waist. The rhinestones on the tiara and gown are all genuine, but she doesn’t have to know this fact.
“You’re even more stunning up close.”
“You sure know how to flatter a girl,” she replies with a Southern drawl and that irresistible smile.
“I sure do and then some.” I copy her accent. “Come here my southern bell.”
She unzips the back of her dress, steps out and lays it gently down on the bed.
“No ripping allowed,” she teases with a smirk.
“You know me so well,” I agree and fasten my arms around her tiny waist.
“Now, how about working on my third O?” she insists while tracing her finger along my bottom lip and then kisses me gingerly.
“Your wish is my command. With me, you’ll always get whatever you want.”
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Nik and Remee are holding Lil captive at the penthouse as they transform her into Lucy, my cousin from the South. Lil was ecstatic to see Remee enter through the pantry door. She welcomed her with open arms. Remee appeared to be equally excited. Besides for Bianca, I haven’t met a person who hasn’t fallen instantly in love with Lil. She has a genuine kindness that people are drawn to. I certainly was at first sight.
While they occupy Lil with makeup, hair and accessories, I use this opportunity to sneak to the office. Luke sent a text early this morning. He believes Sasha is on the verge of purging her sins. He witnessed Sasha and Bianca’s outburst outside a lounge last night. Bianca slapped her across the face in front of countless innocent bystanders.
Sasha screamed, “You can’t use me and then dump me like trash. I’ll tell them everything.”
Luke reported Bianca grabbed Sasha’s arms and threatened her, “Who do you think they’ll believe? A crazy prescription addict like you, or me? I’ll deny everything.” She then shoved Sasha to the ground and shouted, “Get the fuck out of here. I don’t need you!” Sasha ran off crying hysterically.
I plan on meeting with Sasha as soon as time permits. It appears that she’ll need a shoulder to cry on and a friend to bare her soul to. I’ll have her confession in writing by the end of next week and Bianca locked up soon after that. Finally, I’ll be rid of Bianca. Now, onto my other dilemma: Find the assholes who kidnapped my researchers. I’m very close to making that desperate call to Mateo. I’ll give Alpha and his team til the end of this week. After that, things will be handled differently.
“Hello, sir,” Owen greets me the second the elevator doors part. He appears anxious and unusually fidgety.
“Owen.”
“Mr. Bradley, Alpha’s team stumbled across new information.”
“Go on.”
“Ms. Sorté paid a visit to the Montgomery property two days ago.”
“And why am I just getting this news now?” Irritated, I question, as we pace to my office , passing Evelyn’s timid head nod.
“Her identity wasn’t confirmed until this morning.”
“What do you know about their connection?” I probe while taking a seat behind my desk.
“We’re working on it.”
“What the fuck is she up to? I’ve completely underestimated her.”
Is this why she told Sasha she didn’t need her anymore? She’s found a new alliance.
“What about my researchers? Anything?”
“We’ve pretty much ruled out all your competitors but two, the Torres family and the Montgomery family. My gut instinct tells me Montgomery is the one behind this, but we have no evidence to prove it yet. Torres’ are fierce, but not deceitful.”
I slam my fist on the table out of frustration. “Fuck!”
“Sir, the team along with four of Mr. Ly’s men are surveying the Montgomery property around the clock. I’m positive we’ll find something soon.”
“I’m sure you will. Can you send Luke in? Beta switched him out so he can meet with me.”
“Sure thing.”
“Owen, thank you,” I offer after my temper settled down.
“You’re welcome, sir.”
Chapter 18
Carson Bradley
Just when I thought I could wipe Bianca out of my life for good, she finds her filthy way back in. My visit with Sasha will have to wait. She’ll be more informative after another week. Luke agreed. Can’t I just get a fucking break here? Bianca is like that grimy gum that sticks to the bottom of your shoe. No matter how hard I try to scrape her off, I can never get rid of her completely. So irritating.
My driver drops me off at the front entrance of the penthouse. Jeremy, the younger doorman, promptly opens the door for me.
“Hello, Mr. Bradley.”
“Jeremy. And how are you today?” I inquire.
“Very well, sir. Thank you for asking,” he replies and reaches for the door again. “Dr. Zimmer,” he greets the next tenant.
“Jeremy, just call me Stew,” the person behind me insists.
“Okay, sir.”
Honestly. Stewart is right behind me again? Maybe if I rush to the elevator, I can avoid him. I press the up button once and wait.
Come on. Come on.
No signs of Stewart yet and the elevator is about to open for me. Ding. The doors slide open and in I go. Just when I think the coast is clear, Stewart walks up and steps in.
“Carson,” he acknowledges.
“Stewart.”
The air thickens as soon as the doors seal us in. I look straight ahead, ignoring the awkwardness between us.
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“Um…I’m glad to hear Lillian is safe.”
“Thanks,” I respond, surprised. For a change, Stewart isn’t looking at me with his hateful glare.
“Carson, I owe you an apology.” He hesitates. “For years, I’ve been holding a grudge against you, blaming you for something you were unaware of. Andrew clarified you didn’t know I was gay,” he divulges.
“No apologies needed. I’m glad the air is cleared so we can move on. Andrew and Lil will be happy to know we’ve settled our misunderstandings.”
We both remain still until the elevator stops on the fourteenth floor. Stewart proceeds to step out. Before walking away, he turns around and offers a civil smile and nod. I do the same. This may not be a big victory in comparison to my conflict with Bianca, but it is a victory indeed. Finally, something is working in my favor. Lil will be ecstatic with this news.
Lillian Ly
I can’t help staring at myself in the mirror. The reflection should be mine, but it isn’t. I see another person looking back at me with dark, mesmerizing eyes. Remee turned me into an Arabian princess. She kept my mane long and wavy with a beautiful tiara crowning my head. I’m wearing the ivory gown Carson favored along with heels embellished with matching rhinestones. My wrists are adorned with gold bracelets. This time I refused to remove my jade necklace, even though it doesn’t complement the dress. Once was already one too many. I promised my mom I’d never take it off. This is one promise I intend to keep.
“Your beauty is unrivaled,” Carson compliments with his arms around my waist as he gazes at my reflection from behind.
“Thank you, Prince Charming. Why aren’t you dressed yet?”
“It won’t take me long. I want to see Remee’s work. Turn around and face me,” he commands. Skimming me from head to toe with fluid eyes, he tells me, “She is definitely worth every penny I paid her. You look incredible and different. I can’t stop staring at you.”
“I’ll have to start charging you then,” I tease.
“I think I can afford it,” he replies with a wink. “You’re missing something,” he tells me as he tucks my hair behind one ear.