TWENTY-SIX.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX - Luther.



“You fucking piece of shit!” I pushed David to the wall with my hands held tightly on the hem of his shirt. He struggled to free himself from my grip but I was stronger. I gripped his neck tightly, not caring in the world if he was going to suffocate to death.

“Let me-” Daniel had found it difficult to catch his breath.

This bastard in front of me did not deserve to live after I hired a private investigator to carry out an urgent investigation of who leaked Miss Quinn and I scandals on paper magazines and social media platforms—it turned out to be who we guessed right. David. I had never fully understood the aim of his evil act with Miss Quinn. It felt like he was made to torment the hell out of her and that wasn't going to happen—not when Miss Quinn is still with me.

He has fabricated lies along with Petra to the press release and that sent me into a rage. Although, I still wondered who informed Petra about the contract between Miss Quinn and me. David and Petra had made the media write horrible stories of Miss Quinn seducing her uncle at the age of four and also how she battled with nymphomania. Those articles were all ridiculous!

I made sure to punch him as hard as I could on his nose which caused him to wail loudly in pain with blood oozing out of his nose. “What has she ever done to you?” By now, I released my grip from him, he fell weakly to the ground and panted.

“I had no choice! You weren't going to give me that deal.”

“You have no idea what I'm capable of, watch and see.” I punched him on the nose again and I was sure that I broke his nose.

I stormed out of his house and drove out in my car, away from his demonic abode..



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“Why are your knuckles bruised?” Miss Quinn took a look at my knuckles which had red bruises on them.

“I'm fine,” I said to her hesitantly, her eyes studied me intently, it looked like she wasn't convinced with what I had told her.

“Have you gotten any updates from your private investigator?”

“Yes. Yes, I have.” I slurred.

“Did you drink?”

“No!”

“Then what is it with you? You are acting strange.” She muttered a word incoherently, her eyes shifting at the bruises on my knuckles. “If you say so.”

“David and Petra met,” I announced.

An unmistakable shock expression appeared on her face. “How?”

“Petra and David were behind this. She must have done it to get back at me, Petra is crazy. She does crazy things whenever things don't get her way.”

She slumped her back on the couch. “I'm just a scapegoat in all this, who informed Petra about the contract?”

“I don't know, but let's hope this all blows down.”

“Luther Haastrup? Hope?”

“What? You don't like it when I hope, Reese ? I'm human also, okay? And I tend to resolve to hope also.”

“I don't have a problem with you hoping for something but everyone knows Luther Haastrup is ruthless with the steps he takes. You beat up David, Haastrup, didn't you?”

“Look, I got caught up with everything, okay? And that pedophile bastard deserved it.”

“What if he files a lawsuit against you. You assaulted that man!”

Here we go again, for once—I just wished she would stop overthinking about her uncle's wrongdoings. It infuriated me each time she defended him; he wasn't worth it. He was a nonentity of God's creation. “Not when this has to do with my reputation!?” I said with a defensive tone.

Miss Quinn's chuckle was terrifying once she heard me speak. “Wow, it's all about you, now?”

“Not that way, I didn't mean it that way.”

“Of course, you meant it that way, Haastrup.”

I moved to her closely, proceeding to hold her in my arms. She had slapped my hands off her arm, staring daggers at me then turned to me backwards. I went further into making her face me but she wouldn't adhere. “Will you listen to me first?” I insisted.

“No.” she remained adamant.

“At Least, hear what I have to say.” I pleaded to her with my eyes. Slowly, she turned to me, looking as though she was eager to hear me speak. “This isn't about me, you are right. This won't repeat itself.”

“Typical Luther, he won't ever apologize.” She uttered sarcastically.

“Look at me,” I took a hold of her arms, making her face me for our eyes to meet. “Miss Quinn.” I raised her chin with the tip of my finger as we both looked into her eyes.

“This can't work.”

“Says Who?”

“I. . .” Before she could complete the speech, I slammed my lips against hers, devouring them like I was a hungry lion who had needed food. It felt better this way.

I trailed little kisses down her neck and then began to flicker my tongue on her earlobe. She giggled because of this and let out a burst of laughter—that made me happier because I knew I affected her. To her, I was irresistible.

“This shouldn't be happening, you are aware.” She let out the small gasp that came out of her mouth.

“I'm where I want to be,” I whispered to her ears.

“Haastrup,” – she touched my lips with so much care and affection in her eyes– “you are something else. I don't know how this happens but with your touch, I can't overcome it.” She complained.

“I'm difficult to overcome.” I bit her earlobe harder.

“Luther. . . ” She clutched my hair and gave a small moan.

“Come here.” I carried her up on my shoulder which made her squeal at this, then I began to spank her buttocks till we got to the master bedroom.

I placed her gently on the bed and towered over her. I sucked every bit of her neck ensuring that I left hickeys on it. I wrapped my hands on her tiny waist, proceeding to suck on her lower lips too. She groaned in pleasure until I lifted her skirt to finger her. I spat on my finger as a lube, locating where my clitoris was then began to rub it gently. I watched as she opened her mouth, searching to breathe air. I was glad I had her right where I wanted.

After finishing rubbing her clitoris, I got down to her skirt. I looked into her excited eyes before burying my lips into her swampy pussy while she let out a moan. I had flickered my tongue on her labia—the taste and scent of her flowing pussy which began to ooze with cum were making my nostrils flare with lust. She gave breathless squeals in the middle, urging me to stick my tongue into her already wet vagina. I didn't heed this as I was still on the verge of teasing her a bit before swimming into action. I sucked on her labia, she pleaded for me to go further into her with my tongue. I reached into her vagina, using my tongue to fuck into her pussy as my handheld onto hers tightly.

She was almost hysterical, her breathless squeals still filled the bedroom. I felt her fingers curl into my hair whilst she pushed my mouth tighter against her open pussy as I plunged my tongue further, I was sure this must have filled her writhing belly with an excruciating pleasure.

“Oh. . . right there Luther, stick your tongue deep inside me.”

When she said this, I felt a burning orgasm churning around deep in my dick as I vigorously fucked into her steaming hole with my tongue. I deep tongued even deeper as I noticed her leg shaking.

“Keep doing it, yes that way. You are so good!” She pushed my head further into her as though she wanted my face stuck into her vagina too.

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