All Chapters of The Billionaire's Pawn: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

STRIKER “Please, touch me.” Her words still echoed in my head. The beating of my heart was strong and steady as she still took hold of my hand inside her pajama bottom. I could feel the softness and smoothness of her skin, and I couldn’t wait to feel the wetness between her folds as I slipped my finger into her bare pussy and ground my hard cock between the globes of her ass. “I want you too, baby. More than just to touch you.” Fuck. I was hard as a rock, caged inside my boxers. The more she let those small broken breaths go, the more I wanted to take her from behind. “I have wanted you for so long you have no idea. So long, baby. And you don’t have to say anything.” A gasp left her as I let my hand move lower, and I knew she was aching to be touched as I was aching to be inside her. And fuck, yeah. She was bare, smooth, and soft. When I applied a small amount of pressure over her clit, she shuddered. I barely touched her, she was already responsive, and I couldn’t wait to hear

STRIKER “You barely said a word throughout the ride. What’s going on in your head?” I sent her up to her room. She wanted to go home to her house, so I didn’t insist since her mood seemed to have shifted tonight. “I’m just tired, I guess.” She threw herself into her bed and stared up at the ceiling with a deep long sigh. “That’s not it, Vanderford. You were chatty at Linden’s earlier and still talked to me even if you were tired.” I went to sit on her bed, taking her shoes off one by one and placing them on the floor. “I’m exhausted, Cade.” She was pissed. I could feel it in her voice. I wondered what I had done wrong. “Okay.” I rose from the bed. “I’ll be swamped with work tomorrow, but I can pick you up afterward.” “Of course, you will be.” “What’s that supposed to mean?” My brows knitted, confused about how she suddenly acted like this, but she chose not to tell me shit. “Why were we really at Linden’s house, Cade?” She sat on the bed. Her eyes narrowed at me. “Beck is al

STRIKER She was still staring at the ceiling, tugging her bottom lip between her teeth. I leaned in and let her feel the lightest caress of my lips on her exposed flat tummy. Her muscles contracted against the touch. “Really? None?” She shook her head. Okay. Challenge accepted. I swept my tongue onto the belly button. Her body moved, her eyes squeezed shut, and her toes curled. “Come on, baby. Give it to me,” I said as I teased the tip of my tongue on her belly button in a sensual dance that made her pussy wet, and I could see behind the black negligee that her nipples puckered and as hard as pebbles. I moved up, hovering over her body, supporting my elbows, and made sure I wouldn’t crash her with my weight. “You’re unfair, Vanderford.” I planted a kiss on her chin. “You were mean.” “I was not.” I kissed her again. “Let me just make it up to you.” “You always do that while you wouldn’t even let me try.” “I swear, you can do anything you want. You’ll get tired of me.” Wh

STRIKER “Go ahead. See your father.” It still rang in my ear. Beatreigh, my aunt. It was even strange to meet her face to face. I wondered if her son, Lake knew about my existence. “Striker, wait,” she called me again. “Yeah.” She held me and put something into my palm. “Keep it.” When I checked it, it was a man’s ring. “Is this his?” “Yes.” “I can’t.” I offered it back. “Keep this with you. You can give this to him when he wakes up. I won’t stay long anyway. I leave as soon as I do what I promised to Dad.” “It’s not just a ring. It’s Braddson’s ring. Whether you like it or not, you’re the Braddson heir.” “Well, let me spell it out, Beatreigh. He’s still alive, and I’m just a mistake. I’m not seeing him again after this. So, please, take it.” Beatreigh just gave me a smile with a light nod. “He never took that off, but it had to when he went for MRI. And hate him all you can, but fifty percent of Braddson’s blood is in your veins. He is your father, and I am your aunt. Wher

STRIKER “Welcome, sir Striker.” A butler in a white and black uniform welcomed me. “He’s been expecting you.” “Thank you.” I didn’t ask how. I didn’t set an appointment to see Moses, but here I was, walking into the lion’s den. Moses’ estate was like I’d never seen in the neighborhood. A late renaissance-inspired luxurious castle in the middle of the woods, but I had passed with three levels of security. Passing through the longest hallway alone was tiring, but the whole place looked rich in king-inspired interiors. “How many rooms are in this house?” “This one alone, sir, has thirty-three.” “Is that his lucky number or something?” The butler smiled. “So when you say alone, just this side?” “Yes, sir.” I nodded. I didn’t know if I should be amused or amazed. We stopped in front of the elevator. “I’d like to walk if you don’t mind.” “Of course, sir.” We climbed up through the red-carpeted grand staircases. I couldn’t help but admire the whole place. I’d been to palaces, c