The Token 8: Kiki: A Billionaire Dark Romantic Suspense Read Online Free Page A

them against myself. Soon I’m pumping with vigorous abandon.
    My finger goes to her engorged clit, slick with her arousal, and I pinch it in a vicious little pluck.
    Chloe screams, “Yes!” Her hips buck wildly against my one-handed hold.
    I flatten my thumb against her clit and feel her cunt give a tight squeeze that has me hitching my breath.
    I use the cramped backseat to cup her body against mine, and her back arches against my chest as I ram her hard and fast.
    She groans, and I give it to her deeper, faster, aiming for her throat with each brutal stroke.
    “Chet!” she screams.
    I unload inside her, my course of cum hot and thorough, exhausting me of my anger and lust.
    Not lust for Chloe, but for a dark-eyed, defiant beauty I’m beginning to want to fuck more than I want to live.
     
    *
     
    As usual, I'm untroubled by silences.
    Chloe's no exception.
    I take a puff from a Marlboro cigarette and blow a perfect ring into the car. It's instantly sucked out the cracked window as I speed toward Chloe's estate.
    “Those will kill you someday,” Chloe says sulkily.
    My eyes flick to her crumpled dress. She tries to smooth the rippled material over thighs that still quiver.
    My lips quirk as I take another drag. “We all must die,” I reply cryptically.
    She crosses her slim arms and pouts.
    Another affectation which doesn't move me.
    “What was that?” Chloe asks with her palm toward the backseat.
    I blow smoke toward the slit above the glass. “That was fucking.”
    “I know that!” she yells, crocodile tears crawling out of her eyes and sliding down her face.
    I loathe this part. It appears Chloe and I might be winding toward an end. Of course, if she had been a little more civil to Mick and Faren, our tête-à-tête would have had longevity.
    She's fun to fuck.
    I pull into the circular drive at the palatial grounds of her parents’ holding. If my residence weren’t as grand, I might be impressed. This estate dates back to the very earliest settlers in Washington state in the mid-nineteenth century.
    Huge pillars rise from a modernized, stamped concrete porch made to look like cobblestone, and they secure a Grecian-style roof and Roman-topped columns of imported marble.
    Indigenous brick and granite from antiquated local quarries sculpt the sides with interlocking, contrasting corners. The alternating materials use rich, natural color to add depth and texture.
    I roll the window down and light another cigarette. My personal trainer has a nose for my illicit smoking and makes Saturdays the most grueling of all work outs. 
    “What part of our arrangement is unclear?” I ask without looking at her.
    “You're tired of fucking me?” she asks.
    I hear the tremble in her voice. I don't have to look at her to understand her lips are vibrating with her emotion.
    “No,” I say tightly. “I like fucking. I especially like my brand of fucking.” I look at her and flick the cigarette out the window in a practiced toss.
    Chloe draws away from my expression.
    “I have been honest with you from the beginning. I’m rich; you’re rich. We want for nothing. I do not wish to marry you, have a baby with you, or love you. I want to fuck you my way, and you agreed to that and to attend the tiresome functions I must be present for. That was it. What is confusing about that?” That's a speech for me.
    “I thought… I thought it'd be more.”
    I laugh from my belly, folding an arm over my stomach. It's so inane it's funny.
    Chloe hits my arm, and I catch her wrist before it leaves the sleeve of my five-hundred-dollar tailor-made silk button-down.
    I squeeze the small bones of her wrist together and am rewarded by her whimper.
    “Chet,” she whispers.
    Her need to be dominated brims in her eyes.
    “Don't hit me.”
    I release her wrist, and she rubs it.
    I continue, “Tell me what I told you when we first met.”
    She folds her arms under her breasts and my eyes track her hard nipples.
    Even now she's aroused. If