Page 122 of The Guru: Shadow

“I–” But he interrupted her.

“Oh, we figured it out,ma belle, no worries. Only issue, Denny Dumont is very much alive and breathing. But it is not important right–”

So, he knows it is Denny.

“You figured it out? How?” Once again fear greeted her with a plummeting stomach.

Does he know everything? He can’t. He just can’t.

“You, my dear, need some food and liquids first, so eat, and then–”

“Deis, I need to know. Also, what’s going on outside this room.”

“After you ate, we’ll give the war room another try, hopefully without the stabbing and passing out this time.”

“I thought you liked it,” she teased him while taking a bite of the waffle.

“I do, but I would prefer to do it myself and while you beg me for it with my cock stuffed in your mouth.”

His words came so casually over his lips, as if he was telling her about botanics on a Sunday stroll through Central Park. She coughed and choked from his words, and yet, somehow, they made something in her core not only prickle but growl for getting a taste. Maybe it was his blatant openness, maybe he knew exactly what he wanted. Or maybe it was just her, being broken.

“Any other kinks I should be aware of?” she asked after she had swallowed down the waffle with a sip of coffee.

“Many.”

And as she stared at him with drawn-up eyebrows, he added, “They are not much different from your tastes.”

“And how would you know what my tastes are?”

“Your browsing history, that old Tumblr account, and your Reddit, dearest.” His smile was mischievous.

I fucking knew it.

“Stalker.”

“It’s called risk management, if I can get it, others can get it.”

Unable to help herself, she rolled her eyes at him while letting herself fall back on the bed.

On the ceiling, she recognized, the same emblem she had seen in his car.

Definitely a ram. And why couldn’t she shake the feeling she had seen somewhere before?

“What’s it with the emblem?” she asked, pointing at it. “It’s on the ring and in your car, too.”

“That is a tale for another day, now…” And he took the coffee out of her hand. “I want to fuck you again.”

“How about I’ll go to the bathroom first, pee and brush my teeth,” she said and as his eyes became slits, she added with a boldness, which came from god knows where, “and then you tell me what you found out, and if you answer to my satisfaction, I’ll ride you into oblivion.”

He considered her for a moment and then asked, “What are you waiting for?” with a smug grin.

Getting out of bed hurt like shit. Everything in her ached. Maybe riding him wouldn’t be the best idea; her leg felt as if the knife was stuck in there still.

In the bathroom, the first thing she noticed was the sheer magnificence of it. It was the size of her living room. There stood a huge, round, wave-shaped bathtub in front of the windows, and she planned on using it the first chance she got. Everything was marble or expensive-looking wood. Decorated with many plants, there even was a tree from floor to ceiling in it. It was just crazy.

After she went to the toilet, she got in the shower, in need of a quick refreshment. And while she wrapped a towel around her, she looked for a toothbrush, only to find one obviously set up for her. Of course, he had. Or, well, maybe Stella or some other personnel did it. Brushing her teeth, she walked over to the windows, staring down at Central Park.

Just crazy. I’m standing here almost naked looking over Central Park from a penthouse in Billionaire’s Row. There is this man without a conscience who knows somehow everything about me, who violates every rule of privacy, and here I am. Falling for him. Telling him I’m his, for god’s sake. Growling for feeling his hard cock taking me again. This isinsane. I am insane.

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