Playette Read online T.L. Smith

Categories Genre: Action, Alpha Male, Dark, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 66102 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 331(@200wpm)___ 264(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
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It’s how my child will rule and die as well.

It’s the circle of life in my family.

There’s no way out.

There never will be.

I’ve come to live and learn this. Also accept it as I’m the last breathing Moretti. The rest of my family have been killed off or have died of old age.

And I have to carry on the tradition.

This was my father’s last dying wish.

And I hated that fucker, with everything I am.

He ended up being the fucking shittiest father a son could be given.

But he was my father, none the less.

Even up until the day I killed him.

“Jasper…” she stops from touching my chest and concern flashes in her green eyes, “… did I lose you for a second? Are you okay?”

I lift my hand and slap her on the ass. “Move, Isadora.”

She does as she’s told. She leans in and with the touch of her lips my father’s memories are gone and in their place is all her.

What a good way to replace that sadistic prick.

She throws back her head and a smirk touches her lips as her mouth opens in pleasure.

“Jasper.” My name on her lips pushes me on, but she stops rocking on my cock, so I take control pushing her forward and back making her orgasm last even longer. Isadora collapses onto my chest, her hair falls over my face as she catches her breath. “I would like to do that again. After my vagina heals, that is.”

I touch her hair, it’s soft and beautiful. It sprawls out all over my shoulder as she lays there. Stroking my fingers through it, she starts to drift off, then just before she does she bounces up. “Bathroom,” she says running.

I wait for her to return and can tell she’s washed her face. She walks back over and lays next to me, her head falling back on my chest as I moved to the head of the bed when she was gone.

“This is nice. Do you do nice?”

“No,” I reply truthfully.

“You should, sometimes it’s good to take a break from a hectic lifestyle.” Her green eyes look at me as she waits for me to speak.

“I killed my father, too. Did I tell you that?”

Those beautiful green eyes that were looking sleepy are now wide. Telling her should be a risk, let’s be honest though, I could kill her before she speaks of it. Which I won’t.

She shakes her head.

“It was his time to give up what I’d worked for and he didn’t want to.”

Her soft hands stroke my chest. “Did you like your father? Not love him. But maybe like him?” she asks. No one has ever asked me that before. What a strange question.

Did I like him? Before everything I would have answered yes, before he became a ruthless leader who killed everyone in sight that is.

I answer her truthfully. “No. I appreciated who he was as a leader, but not so much as a man. His choices were harsh, brutal, and he didn’t see things from a business perspective. He merely saw things the way he wanted them to be. I quickly changed and fixed that. Now I do nothing for personal gain, it’s all from a business perspective. For example…” I sit up and face her. “You. I’m fucking you right now because when I do it makes me a better man. I think clearly, and when I don’t have you, or sex in general, I become agitated and don’t get things right.”

“Is that the only reason you’re fucking me?” she asks.

“No,” I answer.

She smiles.

“I’m fucking you because I want to know what you’re hiding. You interest me, and because your pussy tastes like my sweetest treat.”

“Talk about making a girl swoon,” she jokes, while fanning her face.

“You should get some sleep,” I say to her.

“Are you going to stay?” She lays her head back on my chest.

My fingers run through her hair, feeling the silky smoothness. “For a little while.”

It doesn’t take long and she’s asleep, and when she does drift off, I’m right behind her closing my eyes.

That never happens.

I sleep alone.

I don’t trust anyone.

Least of all women.

And least of all her.

14

Isadora

When I wake he’s still here, his hands are on my side, as I stayed glued to him during the night. Pulling away, I slide out of bed and notice his phone on the floor. Picking it up, a voice startles me. “I’ll take that.” I turn to Jasper and notice he’s seated in bed, still with no clothes on and looking perfect with his chocolate hair ruffled from all our sex.

Passing it to him, he flicks it on, and when he does it automatically starts ringing. Immediately he answers and puts it on speaker as he stands to pull up his jeans.

“Boss, we know what it was.”

I freeze.

Jasper doesn’t look at me as he reaches for his shirt, sliding it over his head.



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