Nerthus Before I can catch my breath, he lowers his mouth on my breast, sucking my strained nipple between his lips. Moaning lowly, I wrap my arms around his head, pulling him closer to me, having him groan approvingly. As he sucks at my breasts, I drive my hand through his hair and automatically lift my leg, feeling him grabbing my thigh. He bites into my nipple, making me hiss in pain and releasing him. “We better get back, beautiful.” He starts walking back to the bar as I start dressing back up. “Go to hell!” “Oh, I’m already there, darling.” Calculating the amount of time I spent with my favorite wet dream, it is a good thing that Derek sees me entering from outside. Flattening my hair, I sit back flashing him a big smile and apologize for my long absence. “I had to step out for a bit. Sorry, but the drinks are quite good.” We chuckle through it and engage into our chatting rather fast. I’m surprised that after about 20 minutes, the men sitting next to us get up and leave.
Nerthus I let him pull me out by my arm and lower my gaze immediately. We pass the entire hall like this with me looking at my shoes. As we halt, I suppose that we are standing in front of an old elevator as I can hear it starting with an abrupt and loud bang before it clatters along to reach us. I sense my kidnapper shift to open a slide gate before he pushes me into the elevator. I bite my tongue at my urge to scream as the car isn’t leveled with the floor. The last thing I’ll let them hear is my distressed voice. The men continue to chat nonchalantly while the one following behind us, closes the gate brusquely. As soon as he has closed it, the elevator moves with a jerk to judder along. I keep my hand clasped around my purse and my eyes glued to the ground. I can’t even say if we are moving up or down as I’m fighting hard to keep my breathing calm. As we arrive at the floor, the man without an accent opens the door back up and the one still holding me helps me up the step to r
Nerthus After driving back to his penthouse, he is silent to an alarming extent. As the elevator opens, he steers me in the opposite direction from his bedroom. Stepping into the room with the big table that Helga mentioned, I feel my heart drop to my stomach. I should really be more careful about what I wish for. The table looks more like a meeting desk than a dinner table. And I’m more convinced than ever that he isn’t the type who has any friends. As if he would converse with all his friends at a big dinner party. The only thing he would do is sit at the head of the table, making everyone else sitting around this table shit their pants. “Strip.” His command has me turning around, and I think about what Helga told me and act quickly. Pulling down my panties, I go to stand at the side of the table, holding up my skirt for him. He steps closer, positioning himself behind me and scoops my hair to the side. “Perfect.” He says lowly and I look over my shoulder. “Do you think y
Nerthus “He- He isn’t active in your territory. He is from my hometown. And I got away from him.” “Hometown?” “I’ll tell you in exchange for your name!” He tsks, letting go of me. His voice seems far away as he speaks again. “Not interested.” I take a deep breath, lowering my head again. “Turn around, Rachel.” Shaking my head, I refuse to fulfill his request. “I am not allowed to look at you.” “Do it anyway!” With a deep breath, I turn around slowly, keeping my head low. As soon as I have turned around fully, he steps into me, making me step back and hitting my back against the door. He grabs my chin, lifting my head up to look at him and our eyes lock. “I should go, Mr. Rodberg.” I say in a whisper, and he smirks at me. “I don’t think so.” He retorts mockingly, and I can’t help the smile to creep on my face. “Why can’t you just treat me like the others you had and discarded?” He shrugs, his smirk growing. “Because the others were just a deed while with you… I can’t even h
Nerthus “My week has been the absolute best,” I say in a maybe a little too high-pitched voice while Luciana is glaring at me. “I even went on a date!” I continue, and she sighs, breaking eye contact to lean back in her chair. The fact that I am sitting in front of her on a Saturday morning is highly distressing. Not that the agency isn’t open also on the weekends. Especially for the agents that take last-minutes bookings for the ladies. But Luciana always declared that the weekends were sacred for her. She always spent them with her grandchildren in the Hamptons, and she never spends them in the office. Not if there isn’t a reason grave enough for it. I gulp, linking my fingers into each other as I rock in my chair. “Maybe it is time for a vacation, Amber.” Luciana sighs, throwing her pen onto the files on the table. “No, no. I don’t need a vacation, really.” She bites the inside of her cheek. “Amber, you have no bookings. At all.” “I know.” I say crestfallen, lowering my he
Nerthus “It’s all I can do. If she fires me, I’m fucked!” I groan, stirring my cup of coffee as Jenna is already sipping hers. “Don’t think to much of it, babes. Enjoy your vacation and the world will be looking different. And then we will see how to proceed.” She put her hand on mine, but pulls it away quickly as we have to make space for Lizzie bringing us our cakes. “Thank you, Lizzie.” “Sorry, I overheard your conversation.” Lizzy smiles, blushing. “In case you need help, we are always looking for people to help us out.” “Oh,” I say, jerking up lightly. “That’s so nice from you. I’ll keep that in mind. Thank you.” She smiles brighter before she returns behind her counter and I exhale, feeling an anxious feeling grab my heart. “I can’t go back.” I whisper and Jenna looks at me preoccupied. “I know. And you won’t have to. We will find a way!” I sigh, as she purses her lips. “Sorry if I ask this, but… What’s about your, you know, your new admirer?” She shifts in her seat a
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Arawn “Nerthus Hendricks, born August 8, 1996, in Columbus, Ohio. Moved to Toledo after her mother’s death to live with her grandparents, Becky and George Hendricks. But not for long apparently, as she was enrolled in school in Des Moines, Iowa about a year later.”“Hm…” I play with my pen as Dario is rattling off his, as usual, too detailed research.I mean it is perfect that he grasps everything, but my God, do I have to know everything?“That means she is a leo, by the way.”I sigh, leaning back in my office chair, as he switches back and forth in his little notebook as he missed telling me another detail.Like the grandmother’s maiden name. “Erm… Iowa, Des Moines. Missed the first days of school. Lived with her aunt Beatrice and her uncle Herbert until the age of 17. She is a librarian and very active in the church community, while he-”“Why did she miss the first days of school?” I grunt, and he turns another of his pages.“It doesn’t say… The aunt said she had a bad flu, but I