MAID FOR THEM

FINALLY MINE ON THE LIBRARY FLOOR

LIORA

One week later, the house was dead silent.

Titan got sick on Tuesday and died on Wednesday.

Soon, it became Friday and Jeronimo hadn’t left the house. He was now a heartbroken man who missed that dog more than anything.

I found him sitting on the floor in the library against the cold fireplace, looking terrible. His eyes were red-rimmed as he stared at the empty spot where Titan used to sleep.

He was completely and utterly alone.

“Sir?” I whisper, walking toward him.

He looked so sad that it almost broke my heart. Almost.

“He’s gone, Liora,” he said. His voice cracked. “He was my best friend.”

I walked over and sat beside him on the chair. “I know sir, I am so sorry.”

I was truly sorry. However, certain things needed to be done. The more I delayed, the more time I spent waiting around their house.

I had…responsibilities. Isabel’s future hung on the line as well and it was her life over the dog’s.

Jeronimo’s shirt was crumpled and his hair was messy like he hadn’t slept. His strong jaw was clenched but his eyes remained wet with unshed tears.

I’d never seen him so small and vulnerable. So broken. It was almost too easy.

I reached out and touched his arm. His skin was warm under my fingers. He didn’t pull away. There was no dog to hide behind now anyway.

No Titan to keep me at a distance, thanks to whatever bit him in the garden on Monday.

I couldn’t even use the poison on him because despite how desperate I seemed, the memory would have haunted me for the rest of my life.

The vet said it was a rattlesnake and the venom only needed an hour or two before it killed him completely.

Now, Jeronimo is exposed. Ripe for the taking.

“I feel so empty,” he whispered to me.

“You are not alone,” I tell him.

I move my hand up his arm, slow and gently to his neck. His pulse jumps under my touch. His skin is hot from grief.

Not anymore.

He turned his head to look at me. His eyes traced my face down to my lips, then lower to the way my dress clings to my curves.

I’d chosen this one on purpose because of the soft fabric and low neckline. It hugged my t**s just right. Also, I made sure to wear it without a bra underneath.

What way to kill a man faster than the sight of n*****s hardening in the cool air.

“Liora…w-what are you doing?” He asked while managing to sound needy.

Yup, needy. He didn’t sound detached like he used to. Neither did he sound mad. He needed me at this point and I was on my knees for him.

I leaned in closer so I could smell his scent. It was a mix of musk and soap. It was raw and masculine and sent something stirring low in my belly.

“Helping you feel better,” I replied.

I pressed my lips to his cheek first in a comforting manner. His breath caught as he froze but he didn’t pull away, neither did he push me away.

I kissed his jaw next, feeling his stubble scratch my skin. Then, I turned his face with my hand and kissed his lips.

It started slow at first as a kiss of sympathy. My mouth gentle on his as I tasted the salt of his tears finally spilling.

He hesitated for a second like he was fighting it. When I pulled back, he grabbed me.

He grabbed me like a drowning man grabs a rescue rope. His hands came up and he kissed me back hard with a hungry mouth.

He pushed his tongue against mine, invading so he could taste me deep. I moaned into his mouth, letting him hear how much I wanted this too.

His grief was pouring out in uncontrollable waves. It quickly turned into something hot and wild.

“Liora,” he groaned against my mouth. “God, Liora. I shouldn’t…but f**k, I need this.”

His words sent a thrill through me. That was the first triumph of many. I’ve got him.

“So take it.”

After weeks of teasing, brushing close and making him fight his urges…and now, with Titan gone, his walls were crumbling fast.

He pulled me closer with his body pressing against mine. I could feel his hardness already straining through his pants. He was big and throbbing.

My p***y clenched at the thought. But this wasn’t about me yet. This was about breaking his resolve completely.

I pushed him back a little, breaking the kiss. He looked at me with wild eyes and chest heaving.

“Don’t stop,” he begged. “Please.”

Desperation didn’t look good on him but I was determined to put him out of his misery.

“I’m not,” I whispered.

I slid off the chair and took a spot on my knees between his legs. The floor was hard under my knees but I didn’t care.

Not when I’d finally made a break.

I look up at him with big, innocent eyes but I know the reverse is the case. He watched as I reached for his belt.

My fingers worked the buckle and then I power the zipper. His breath came out shaky at that.

“Liora, I shouldn’t…” he protested again, but his hips lifted a little to help me pull the pants down.

“Let me help,” I whispered in the same soft tone.

His c**k springs out, thick and hard with veins pulsing. Exactly as I’d felt. The head is already slick with shiny pre-c*m and red.

He was huge—scratch that—thicker than I imagined, curving up toward his belly. I wrapped my hand around the base feeling him throb in my grip.

“f**k,” he hissed, throwing his head back against the chair. “Your hand…it-it’s so s-soft.”

I stroked him once from base to tip, twisting my wrist at the tip like I knew what I was doing. I didn’t. But somehow, muscle memory kicked in the same way it had when I first truly captured Jeronimo’s attention.

He jerked as a low groan escaped his throat.

Pre-c*m leaked out, dripping over my fingers. I leaned in and licked it off. He tasted like sin. Like forbidden fruit.

“Oh…” he muttered, his hands clenched at his sides.

I looked up at him, holding his gaze. “You like that?”

“Yes, f**k yes,” he admitted.

I spat on his c**k and watched the saliva drip down the shaft. Then I took him into my mouth. Sucking just the head gently, swirling my tongue around the tip.

He jerked hard again. “Liora! s**t!” He shouted, his voice echoing off the bookshelves.

I took him deeper inch by inch, relaxing my throat until he had stretched my lips wide. I bobbed my head to let him feel every wet slide.

Then I pulled back with strings of spit connecting my lips to his c**k. My saliva made it a sloppy mess and he stared at it in awe.

I dove down again. Not relenting this time.

“f**k, your mouth is so hot…so tight,” he growled.

His hands moved to tangle in the strands of my hair. His grip is tight like he is holding on for life.

I sucked harder, using my hand to stroke what my mouth couldn’t reach, twisting and pumping. His hips bucked up to thrust into my mouth.

I gagged a little, but I didn’t stop. The sound that filled the library is that of filthy wet slurps, coupled with his moans and my muffled hums.

“Deeper…take it deeper, you dirty girl,” he growled. His control slipped.

I obeyed, pushing down until my nose pressed against the base of his c**k. My throat clenched around him and he bucks wildly.

“Just like that. Ahh… joder… sí… Dios… sigue así…”

His words made me wetter.

When I reached between my legs with my free hand, I found my panties we’re already drenched. I rubbed my c**t through the soiled fabric but I focused on him.

I pulled back to gasp for hair, not minding the way spit dribbled down my chin. “You taste so good,” I told him, stroking him fast. “So hard for me. Good boy.”

“I’m gonna come,” he warned with a broken voice. “Liora, I’m f*****g coming!”

He grabbed my head with both hands to hold me in place. His c**k swelled in my mouth before exploding with thick spurts of c*m hitting the back of my throat.

I gulped down every drop like I was thirsty, milking him with my tongue until he became a shuddering ruin of himself, completely helpless before me.

Then he sagged back against his chair, pushing for air. His flaccid c**k slipped from my mouth, fully coated with my saliva.

I licked my lips, scooping any stray c*m from my chin and putting them back into my mouth.

He looked at me with shocked eyes.

“What…what have I done?” He whispered as his actions just dawns on him.

I sat back on my heels with satisfaction, hoping my camera caught all of the action.

“It’s okay. You let go. You don’t need to beat yourself up about it.”

But inside, I was smiling. He knew he crossed the line. And with his dog dead, his honor was gone too.

And now, I owned him.

The room spinned a little as I rose to my feet. My knees ached from being on the hard floor but it was worth it.

Jeronimo pulled up his pant with shaky hands fumbling for the zipper. He refused to meet my eyes.

“This cannot happen again,” he said even though his voice lacked conviction.

We both knew he would crave a re-run before the day was over. I smoothed my dress.

“Whatever you say, sir.”

It was better to tell him what he wanted to hear. However, I loved the newfound power I held over him now.

I decided to walk out of the library to give him some space, knowing I’d return later to fetch the evidence I’d give to Avaline to solidify her reasons to leave him.

Outside the library, I leaned against the door to catch my breath. My heart raced from excitement.

After I give Avaline the evidence, she would triple the pay and then give me a few thousand from the alimony.

But part of me wondered…what if I wanted more? What if the game just began?