Page 18 of Brutal Bond

“Mr. Parker?” A look of confusion washes over his face when he sees me.

“Mr. Marshall.” I nod. “I’d like a minute of your time.”

“I’ve made it very clear that I am not interested in discussing this matter with you.” He begins to pick up his pace in an attempt to walk away from me.

“Yes, your assistant has made that more than clear.” I keep his pace with ease. “Unfortunately, I’m a fucking stubborn man who’s very used to getting exactly what he wants.”

“I’m sorry,” he shakes his head, “but you aren’t getting what you want. I will not concede on this matter. I’ll protect those wetlands with my life.”

“I thought that’s what you’d say.” I shake my head.

Reaching his car, he fumbles with the key fob, desperately trying to unlock the door. As he struggles, I take a brief look around to ensure we are alone as I pull a folding knife from my pocket.

He pulls at the car door as I flip the blade open. Gripping the shirt at the center of his back, I throw him into the door with a thud and slam it shut before plunging the knife into his back. He opens his mouth to scream but only gurgles blood as I shove the knife into his chest for a second time. The two will be more than enough to be fatal, but I jam the knife into him one more time simply for being a pain in my ass.

Holding him upright as he gasps for air unsuccessfully, I reach into his pants pockets for his wallet. He crumbles to the ground, eyes wide as he watches me rummage through to see what I can take.

Sixty-four dollars.

I shove the money into my pocket and drop the leather wallet on the ground beside him. Squatting down, I wipe the bloody blade across his shirt to clean it. With a sense of satisfaction, I watch the light quickly diminish from his eyes, I tuck the knife back into my pocket.

“You probably should’ve taken the fucking money.” Condescendingly, I pat his cheek as he struggles to take his last breath.

Rising to my feet, I pull off my gloves and make my way back to my car. The streetlight hits the face of my watch, and I glance at it. Done much sooner than expected.

Plenty of time to get across town for my Chinese takeout.

CHAPTER

FOURTEEN

EDMUND

Being swamped at the new builds—and taking care of my now-passed zoning request issue—for the past couple of days, I left my new assistant in charge of making reservations for my night—or nights—with Harper. Looking over the itinerary she handed me before leaving at noon, she did a remarkable job.

Travel arrangements, dinner reservations at Delilah, and the penthouse suite at the Bellagio. A suite I fully intend to use.

Leaving the office, I head home and quickly pack my bag. My primary focus is on restraints, a Wartenberg wheel, an e-stim wand with a few attachments, and a gag. Finally content with my toys for our trip, I hop in the shower to quickly clean up.

Rinsing my hair and lathering the soap over my body, it becomes quite apparent that my cock has other intentions than a quick rinse. It’s hard—painfully so—at the mere thought of the things I plan to do to Harper this evening.

I haven’t come in the last thirty-six hours, and I waste no time wrapping my hand around my shaft. My thoughts immediately drift to Harper.

Her hands and feet bound securely to my bench as she’s bent over it with her ass and cunt on full display for me. Standing behind her, I stroke my cock as she struggles to stay on her tiptoes to alleviate the strong vibration of the wand situated between her thighs. Her whole body trembles as she suffers through orgasm after orgasm.

My hand slides along my length, from base to tip, direly wishing it were inside of her instead.

“Please…” Her words quivering as much as her body. “I can’t.”

“You can. And you will.” I firmly slap my palm against her ass before slipping inside of her. Gripping her hips, I push her hard against the bench, forcing her to take the brunt of the wand vibrating against her clit as I pound against her ass.

Picking up my pace, I vigorously fist my cock. Desperately needing to come.

Her ass shakes against my hips, and the strong vibrations of the wand travel along my cock. It’s so fucking perfect that I fight the urge—no, the need—to fill her. But when she comes again, with a primal scream as her cunt violently spasms around me, I’m done for.

My cock stiffens, and my firm grip twitches as cum shoots from my tip and is washed down the drain.

“Fuck…” I breathe out as I continue to leisurely stroke my sensitive shaft and shut off the water. I have fantasized about plenty of women with my hand wrapped around my cock, but never about one I’ve already been inside of.

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