Chapter 147: Bullying the little brother
She took a sip of her tea, her violet eyes thoughtful. "Matilda’s shops have a good reputation in the market. It would strengthen our position there."
"We could use more reliable suppliers. Especially with the mountain passes becoming busier."
Chelsea had been taking care of the villa and the financial affairs. She had been keeping busy herself with the duties, learning whatever it required of her.
Jake nodded, swallowing hard as Rosa took him deeper into her throat, her tongue swirling relentlessly.
"Yes," he managed, his voice a touch rougher than he intended.
"That sounds... practical."
Under the table, Rosa continued her devoted work, her mouth hot and wet and relentless.
She sucked him with increasing intensity, her hand stroking what her lips couldn’t reach, her tongue pressing firmly along every sensitive inch.
Jake could feel the pressure building, the pleasure coiling tight in his core. He fought to keep his breathing even, his expression neutral, even as his hips gave the smallest, involuntary twitch.
The sensation was overwhelming, but he didn’t want it to end just yet. He gripped the edge of the table, trying to maintain control as Rosa’s skillful mouth brought him closer to the edge of ecstasy.
The conversation flowed on above them, the women discussing trade routes and market contacts as if nothing unusual was happening.
Raani mentioned a recent report from the scouts.
Jake contributed where he could, his words measured, his voice steady despite the incredible sensation of Rosa’s mouth working him so skillfully beneath the table.
She was relentless, her head bobbing faster now, her tongue swirling around the head before taking him deep again.
The wet sounds were quieter, but Jake could hear every one—the soft slurps, the faint gag as she took him into her throat, and the quiet hum of satisfaction that vibrated through him. His hand tightened on the table edge, his knuckles white, but he kept his face calm, his eyes focused on the women around him.
Rosa’s mouth was hot and perfect, her tongue pressing in all the right places, her hand stroking in perfect rhythm. Jake could feel himself getting closer, the pleasure building despite his efforts to hold back.
He bit the inside of his cheek, forcing his breathing to remain even as the conversation continued above.
The topic had shifted back to Matilda’s shops.
"I have three in the central market," she said, her voice slightly muffled but steady as she continued to suck him.
"They deal in spices and fine fabrics. I’d be happy to transfer two of them to the villa’s accounts. It seems only fair."
Jake nodded, his voice tight. "That would be... very helpful."
Rosa’s mouth never stopped.
She sucked him harder, her tongue swirling around the head, her hand stroking faster. Jake’s thighs tensed, his breath catching for a moment before he forced it steady again. The pleasure was intense, the risk of being caught only heightening it. He could feel the edge approaching, the coil tightening in his core.
The women continued talking, unaware—or perhaps choosing not to notice—the way Jake’s hand had tightened on the table, the slight flush on his cheeks.
Chelsea offered to oversee the paperwork. Raani suggested sending a small escort to secure the shops.
Jake nodded along, his responses short and careful, his mind divided between the conversation above and the incredible sensation of Rosa’s mouth below.
She was relentless, her head bobbing faster, her tongue pressing firmly, her hand stroking in perfect rhythm.
Jake could feel himself getting closer, the pleasure building despite his efforts to hold back.
The women continued talking, the conversation flowing easily around the table.
Jake’s responses grew shorter, his voice tighter, but he managed to keep his composure. Beneath the table, Rosa continued her devoted work, her mouth and hand working him with skilled, relentless attention until Jake finally came with a silent, shuddering breath, spilling into her mouth in thick pulses.
She swallowed every drop, her tongue cleaning him thoroughly before she tucked him back into his trousers and reappeared above the table as if nothing had happened.
She picked up her knife from the floor with a calm smile, wiping it on her napkin before resuming her meal.
The conversation continued without pause, the women none the wiser—or perhaps simply choosing not to comment.
Jake sat back in his chair, his breathing finally steady, a small, satisfied smile playing at the corner of his mouth.
*
A maid rushed into the hall where Jake was finishing his tea, her face flushed with panic.
"Young master, there are armed men outside the villa gates. They’re asking for you."
Jake set down his cup without hurry and stood.
The morning had been quiet, the kind of quiet that came after significant things had happened and the world was still adjusting to the new shape of itself.
He moved through the villa’s corridors with the measured pace.
The front courtyard opened before him, the iron gates standing between the villa’s interior and the approach road that descended toward Roakan’s lower terraces.
Beyond the gates, sunlight caught on armor and steel in ways that suggested organized intent rather than random gathering.
Kunther stood perhaps twenty meters beyond the gates with thirty men arranged in loose formation behind him.
The ninth brother had dressed for combat—practical leather and reinforced cloth, his sword visible at his hip, his bearing carrying the particular confidence of someone who believed the ground beneath his feet was solid and would remain solid through whatever came next.
Behind Jake, he heard the immediate response of the villa’s defenders.
The Dragon Maidens were moving, their armor settling as they took positions along the courtyard’s perimeter.
Raani appeared at his left shoulder within seconds, her presence steady and professional, her eyes already reading the threat with the assessment of someone trained to calculate odds and resources simultaneously.
Jake raised his right hand without turning around.
"Its all right, Raani," he said.
The Dragon Maidens settled into watchful positions rather than aggressive ones.
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