King of New York (7 page)

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Chad cannot stop thinking about
Sierra during the ride in his Rolls Royce. Her sense of humour, or rather the
lack of it, amused him. His driver’s eyes stare with a controlled concentration
on the road ahead. They go through a route of twists and turns till they reach
their destination.

They head up a
flight of spiralled stairs that play tricks on the mind. Chad is used to
engaging in illicit affairs, but even he is apprehensive of what awaits him and
his driver at the top of the stairs. The driver walks in front of him, ever the
loyal servant of his boss.

“Sir, would you
like me to open the door?”

Chad’s driver
hardly ever smiles but for some odd reason today he has a cocky smile on his
face. Even the scar on his face looks happy. Chad cannot help but smile
hesitantly.

“Let’s go in, Ricardo!”

A group of stern-faced
men stare at Chad and his driver. Their poker faces give nothing away as the
men throw daggers with their eyes towards them.

“Please take a
seat … not you, driver, your boss.”

Chad takes a
seat on the luxurious leather chair and quickly controls his heartbeat. The
tension is deep and dark. Poker faces are perfected as the men get acquainted.

“These are the
documents, Mr Perry. With your signature, the five hundred million dollars will
be transferred to your account.”

As soon as Chad is
about to take the documents, a silver-black-haired older man reminds him of
something important:

“You do not have
to do this if you do not want to. The implications may be detrimental to your
wellbeing and those close to you, Mr Perry. So decide carefully.”

Chad
contemplates for a few seconds.

“I don’t have
people close to me as you know, so no need to worry about that aspect of my
life. I am a man and this is my world. I am in it alone, so let’s cut the
bullshit and sign the fucking papers. I am King Chad Perry and this is my city.
I fear no one so I sign what the fuck I want to sign.”

Chad exaggerates the
indignation and arrogance in his voice in order to mentally torture the
silver-black-haired, green-eyed man, knowing that the older man also believes
that the city of New York belongs to him and not Chad.

“Remember, you
will have to fulfil your part of the deal, Mr Perry. Or else …”

“Or else fucking
what!?”

Chad reacts angrily
at the old billionaire’s threat.

Seeming unfazed
by the rage and anger in Chad’s voice, the old man replies: “Or else the
consequences will be grave, my dear boy. Mark my words, young man. Only kings
reside at the top.”

“Yes, and I am
the greatest king of this city,” he says adamantly, sensing the rage in the old
man’s eyes.

Chad Perry signs
the papers with black ink under a red line. The blackness of the ink is
sublime, but the thoughts of the men in the room are pure evil.

The deal is
completed, but Chad is left with a very heavy heart. He needs to release the
tension of yet another hard day at work. His only sense of escape is when he is
with a woman and inside her.

The deal with
the Chinese billionaire brothers went extremely well in Beijing. Chad had
travelled to China a week and a few days back, the day after his assistant had told
him. So he wonders if he may have just made a mistake by signing such an
illicit deal in the back streets of a New York alley. Chad tries to forget
these thoughts and only one thing can help him do that, and that is the body of
a woman.

Chad’s driver
zooms into the dark night that mimics the mind of his boss. Chad Perry makes
his way to his other penthouse in New Jersey. Inside awaits a young lady.

She lies with
her legs spread wide open. He watches as her skin glistens beneath the dimmed
golden light from the ceiling.

He has to catch
his breath. He’s not expecting such a nicely shaped body. She exceeds his
initial expectations. From her toes to her slim waist and medium perky breasts,
he revels at the sight of her. “Umm, yes,” he says as he stares at her with a
wicked glint in his eyes.

He thinks about
the beautiful Sierra that he had bumped into earlier, but the lady on his bed
distracts his thoughts.

“Come here baby,
come to me,” she whispers softly.

Biting his lips
seductively, he slowly edges towards the bed.

“That’s better,
don’t be scared of me baby. I won’t bite if you don’t want me too.” She smiles
wickedly at him and he smiles back at her extreme brazenness.

“You’re very
naughty,” he says sexily.

With his abs as hard
as rock and his frame toned to near perfection under his suit, Chad Perry
stands before his female companion. Slowly he removes his suit and leaves on
nothing but red silk boxers to cover his manhood.

“Wow, you’re so
sexy, Mr Perry.”

“I know,” he
says wickedly.

He silently
watches her, knowing she wants him just as much as he desires her. But the way
she looks at him shows him that she actually wants him more than he wants her,
and he smiles at the acknowledgement. He knows that she’s losing control inside
as she begins to speak in a soft and erotic voice.

“Just
anticipating what you’re going to do to me in this room is driving me crazy.”

“How crazy does
it drive you? Tell me baby!” he says, his voice deep with lust.

The desperate
need in her voice turns him on, causing his manhood to grow bigger.

“It drives me
fucking crazy. So much so that I’m all wet without you even touching me. I need
you inside me, Chad. Please come and take me, baby,” she says softly.

She touches her
wetness and rubs it on her nipples as she closes her eyes and bites her lips.
Chad walks towards her as she continues to touch herself and moan out his name.
He quickly runs his hand over her skin.

The desire he hears in
her voice as she moans and groans from his touch arouses him. With every touch
he knows that he awakens her sexual desire for him. He grabs her neck and
taunts it with kisses. She tells him what she wants him to do to her. He
roughly lets his fingers explore. Her moans start getting higher and higher
with every flicker of his finger inside her wetness.

“Before I
properly start, I want you to know that you will be screaming with desire all
night long. I will rock your world so hard you will beg me to stop.”

Chad winks
sexily at her.

“I am ready for
you, baby. Make me scream till I can’t take anymore, Chad Perry.”

She winks back
at him and he smiles seductively before grabbing her and punishing her skin
with hot kisses.

He knows that her
body feels traumatised with pleasure as her skin feels hot on his skin. Her
voice is hot with desire matching the hotness of her body. His blue eyes
gleefully stare at her.

“Please don’t
stop, Chad, please don’t,” she begs sexily.

“I won’t.”

He doesn’t stop. He
quickens the pace of his fingers inside her as if he were playing an African
drum during a war dance when the warriors show their might whilst being
intoxicated by the music. He becomes dazed by her moans as she screams his name
like he is the only man alive.

“Go down on me,
baby,” he says abruptly, as his manhood enlarges. She immediately gets on her
knees and takes him in her mouth.

He suddenly
becomes enraged with lust as she slowly plays with him in her mouth, her teeth
occasionally grazing his flesh. He enjoys every moment in her mouth. He roughly
pulls her hair back and kisses her mercilessly on her neck before she takes him
back in her mouth.

“Ahhh,” he
groans loudly.

“Don’t stop,
keep going, baby.”

She doesn’t stop
until he is satisfied. He puts on a condom, and then he takes himself inside
her.

The lady’s eyes
are now bloodshot, which makes her look sexier as it gives the illusion of her
being possessed by his manhood inside her. She says his name tens of times as
he roughly explores her with his penis. She says his name with a husky feminine
voice that oozes of sex.

Chad lifts her
off the bed and takes her to the wall whilst holding her body up with his hands
on her butt. He starts to kiss her neck then bends down to take her right
breast in his mouth. Not wanting to neglect the left breast he switches and
takes that one in his mouth.

She looks like
she might faint from pleasure as he takes her higher than the sky. He then
proceeds to roughly push himself inside her and starts stoking her womanhood,
slowly at first. Then he quickens his pace as she tells him to in an overly
sexualised manner. He is big and strong inside her and the more he slides in
and out of her, the louder her screams get. He becomes certain that his
neighbours now know his name as she screams it with every passionate stab he
makes inside her.

“Tell me how
good it feels, baby,” he says in a deep and commanding voice.

“It feels great,
Chad,” she says softly as he fills her up.

“Tell me again,
but this time say it louder. I want to hear the need and desire in your voice.”
The sex in his voice is potent.

He pulls her
hair back tightly and she screams as he stabs himself deep within her.

“Tell me how
great it is, baby. Tell me how I make you feel.”

“It feels like I
am about to cum, baby. It feels so good. You make me feel like I’m about to cum,
Chad, please don’t stop.”

He carries her from
the wall and leaves her with nothing to hold on to apart from his big muscular
shoulders. He creates a passionate and agonising sweet misery inside her. She
has nothing to hold on to apart from him as he refuses to lay her on the bed.
Showcasing his physical strength, he takes her womanhood captive to his manhood.

As they stand in
the middle of the room with him violently thrusting her up and down on his
manhood they are unable to take any more of the undeniable pleasure that
they’re feeling. She holds on to him until they both orgasm simultaneously!

“I wish I could
have more with you, something deeper than just sex. I want a relationship,
baby,” she says softly, with hope in her eyes.

“Sorry to
disappoint you, but you know that’s impossible. This is all I can give you,” he
says icily, angered at the fact that the women he’s been with keep on wanting
what he is incapable of providing – a relationship and affection.

The night
repeats itself in many different positions and ways, as he takes her to Venus,
Mars and all the other planets he could think of.

He falls asleep
with Sierra’s image recurring in his dreams. Beautifully tormenting sexual
memories haunts his dreams as he lays with his female companion in sensuous
slumber.

But his mind is
completely lost in Sierra. He craves her but he does not want to bring her into
the world in which he lives. It is far too dangerous and ugly, and she is far
too safe and beautiful.

Other women can
enter his world because he knows he does not want to keep them in it; they are
just for temporary pleasure. But with Sierra he feels a little different.

CHAPTER 6

In Sebastian’s mind it
seemed a long time had passed since he had seen or heard about Sierra Malcolm,
but he thought about her almost every waking day. Obsessed with how she had
made sweet love to him, thoughts of her beautiful naked pulsating body gripped
his mind and refused to let go.

“This
girl is driving me utterly crazy,” he says to himself over and over again every
time thoughts of her enter into his mind, which was very frequent these days.

He
has just come from the gym in his apartment. His residential location is the
new place to be in grand old London town – home to some of the major bank
headquarters and media organisations as well as majors firms across the
country. Some of the tallest buildings in the city are located in Canary Wharf
and he loves the fact that he is in among all of this in the City of London. He
feels tall among the soaring buildings.

Canary
Wharf is a lovely district with towering shiny skyscrapers and luxury flats
overlooking the River Thames. Sebastian, from the commanding height of his
penthouse flat, can see One Canada Square, one of the tallest buildings in the
United Kingdom – the second tallest, to be precise. He likes being able to see
almost the entire city from the panoramic windows of his two-bedroom penthouse
loaded with all the modern luxuries he could desire.

Any
architect would have been proud to have designed the flat that Sebastian dwells
in.

He
takes the lift to his flat and has a quick shower to get rid of the sweat he
had worked up in the gym. Dressed in a casual shirt, shorts and soles, he
decides to go down to Westferry Circus and proceeds to walk down the big
concrete stairs to the restaurants by the river.

Sebastian
goes to the steakhouse and sits outside as the evening is lovely with clear
blue skies, and an intense reddish-orange sun casually peers down into the
river. It is a striking sight; he likes the sound of the water near the
restaurant and the sight of the boats that transported people to places like
North Greenwich, location of the O2 Arena, previously known as the Millennium
Dome, when it had first opened at the start of the millennium. Sebastian likes
to know what is happening around him, so sitting outside the restaurant is the
best way for him to see what is going on. He orders a glass of champagne and
places an order for a medium-rare steak.