been transported into another realm for a moment, in the land of thick clouds where time and space no longer mattered—a true heaven.
Then she crashed down. All her bones and muscles had turned to jelly, and reality welcomed her into its cradle to the fact that her lovers weren’t finished yet. Her cunt was still filled with fire and her ass was battered to the point she couldn’t feel anything but thick, viscous pleasure. Another climax seized her by surprise. She floated again.
Though indistinct, she heard the inhuman roar of tigers storming the room. All the hair on her body stood up. She opened her eyes to see that Gunnar was grimacing as he pumped his last load of semen into the depths of her cunt. And behind her, Tyler did the same. He climaxed as he bit her shoulder, sharp fangs piercing her flushed skin.
The effect sent her into her third orgasm in a row. This time, the rapture trapped her for what seemed an eternity. She was dimly aware that when it was over, Gunnar was carefully moving her body to his side, sliding his flaccid cock out of her cunt. Tyler spooned himself behind her, arm wrapped around her waist and his cock still embedded in her ass, half-hard, but spent.
“No,” she pleaded when Tyler went to pull his cock out. She didn’t want to lose the absurdly good feeling of having his cock inside her ass. “Stay a little longer. Please.”
“Of course, kitten,” Tyler purred back. He tightened his embrace, nuzzling her neck. She muttered her thanks before sleepiness lulled her into dreamland. A train of thought flashed in her mind as she finally surrendered to the temptation of the Sandman. Th e way Bengals fuck …
Chapter Four
Nicolla smoothed the creases from her skirt before she stepped out of the elevator, padding towards the lobby of Rush, Kaplan, Sigler, Durbo and Associates. Ms Prissy’s boutique firm occupied the whole penthouse floor on Praxa Tower, one of the most prestigious buildings in downtown Romana.
She felt nervous. What would happen if she couldn’t pull this whole thing off? She would be screwed. She loathed lawyers of all kinds. Lawyers were what had got her into this clusterfuck of trouble in the first place. If she hadn’t signed the contract with Harry Strickland, she wouldn’t have got herself into this enslavement. Damn him and damn all lawyers.
“Ms White.” The receptionist startled Nicolla from her reverie. “You are five minutes late. Mr Sigler couldn’t make it this morning, and Mr Rush asked for you to go directly to his office.”
“Shit,” Nicolla muttered under her breath. She didn’t know where Mr Rush’s office was. Kelly had lectured her about everything she had to do in the meeting, including where the conference room would be. She was supposed to get in, do the interview and get out, pronto! Would it sound strange if she asked the receptionist to show her to own boss’ office?
Nicolla thought hard for a second. “Could you be such a sweetie and help me carry this?” She feigned as if her wrist was hurt. The receptionist caught the briefcase just in time. “I sprained my wrist when I got out of the car.”
“Sure, Ms White.”
“Thank you so much, I really appreciate it.”
“No problem at all.” The receptionist waited for her.
Nicolla waved at her. “No, no, you go ahead. I need to check on something.”
“Certainly.”
The receptionist walked through the grand lobby to the main corridor. Nicolla followed behind her while pretending to make a call through her wrist comm. They walked into a labyrinth of wood-panelled corridors before stopping at a private lobby. The receptionist nodded at the guard as she walked past him then punched her password on the data reader on the wall. The reader approved her code and blinked green. The door whispered open. A middle-aged woman dressed in a conservative suit rose from the desk when she saw Nicolla. “Ms White, Mr Rush is expecting you.”
Nicolla retrieved her briefcase from the