Chapter Thirty-two

Rett

I wasn’t confident of Emma’s next move as I left her suite. I was confident in almost every other facet of my life, my past decisions, my future choices, and my lasting reign over New Orleans. My fuse could be short or it could be painstakingly long. I dubbed knights in my army and declared generals, granting them the power to do my bidding. I’d taken lives without blinking an eye, seized property and wealth. I’d also had my share of women.

My tastes were too much for some and not enough for others. Whether I was easing my hard cock into a tight pussy or fucking ruby-red lips, both worked for me. What I didn’t do, hadn’t done, was take the time to learn more than the physical pleasure I could receive. I’d never been a selfish lover—the term lover not meant to insinuate emotion—since there was no reason I couldn’t bring pleasure as I found release. In a nutshell, fucking relieved pent-up energy.

It was beyond the physical that I’d never wanted.