Covetous

by Natalie Bennett

  When he bent his head down the slightest bit and ghosted his lips over mine, I froze. My brain had a blank what the hell is happening? moment.

  "Did you come to talk? Or did you come to finish what we started?" He asked in a dark tone, heavily emphasizing every word.

  I stupidly stared at him.

  "I–"

  "If you came to talk, I don't have anything to say to you, but if you want me to fuck you, we can go into my office." There was nothing overtly sexy about the way he was speaking to me, but I found the vulgarity of it oddly seductive.

  He didn't move his face away from mine; there was a challenge reflected in his eyes. He knew I didn't come all the way up here to talk to him. We'd seen each other far too many times the last few weeks for that excuse to be feasible. I was in way over my head. Swallowing nervously, I placed my hands on his chest and gently pushed against him.

  "Little girls have no business chasing after men, Willow. Especially men like me," he stated, giving me a hard look before pushing off the wall and walking away. The only part of that statement I caught was little girl.

  "I'm not a little kid, asshole!" I glared at his back. He froze, turned around, and started striding back towards me.

  "Prove it." Pierce reached out and grabbed my hand, pulling me away from the wall to follow behind him. We breezed past a receptionist desk to a solid mahogany door with a large silver handle. He keyed in a code that unlocked it and made his way inside, dragging me behind him.

  His office was a large, masculine space. It smelled like his cologne. There was a large black desk with two leather chairs across from it, a small loveseat against the wall to my left, and a bar in the corner.

  It was immaculate; there wasn't a paper or pen out of place on the shiny desk. My eyes went to the large window that made up the entire back wall. He had a breathtaking view of Windemere City.

  Pierce pushed the door shut and walked around me.

  Moving to the window, he hit a button on the wall which caused a tint to overshadow it, almost completely blocking out the lights from the sky towers. I fidgeted nervously and rubbed my sweaty palms on my dress. What the hell was I doing? I had never done anything like this before. Not sneak off with a boy, of course I'd done that. But run off with a man like Pierce? Never.

  A man with a face from heaven and a body that made me want to do things that guaranteed my golden ticket to Hell.

  "Change your mind?" He looked at me with a victorious smirk on his face. I took a mental calming breath and gave him a little smile.

  "Have you?" I challenged him back, outwardly showing him I wasn't going to run away from this, but inwardly yelling at myself to do just that, and mildly freaking out.

  The smirk disappeared from his face. I ended up with my ass planted on the edge of his desk before I could even blink.

  "Do you want this?" His dark eyes searched my face. If he was looking for a sign of resistance, he wouldn't find any.

  "Yes," I answered with no hesitation.

  "Pull your dress down," he commanded harshly as he removed his suit jacket and tossed it on the floor. His tie followed. He was waiting for me to chicken out; I could tell by his tone and the dark look on his face. He still thought I was going to bolt at any minute.

  Determination, desire, and a little bit of rebellion had me deciding then and there that I could do this. No, I wanted to do this. It was just sex; maybe not romantic with rose petals laid out on a bed with a bottle of wine, but I didn't want romantic.

  Looking Pierce straight in the eye, I pulled the top of my dress down and went a step further by removing my strapless bra.

  I refrained from covering myself, and kept my hands down at my sides, painfully gripping the edge of his desk. Pierce's eyes trailed over my breasts and then back up to my face. The hunger reflected in them had moisture pooling between my thighs. Using his knee to nudge my legs apart, he positioned himself between them.

  "You should have backed out when you had the chance," he warned me quietly. I didn't respond. I bit my lip and arched into him, silently letting him know that wasn't going to happen. He roughly cupped my jaw and crushed his mouth to mine.

  I could feel every bit of his firm body and his thick cock pressing into me. He took advantage of my parted lips and slipped his tongue into my mouth.

  Forbidden fruit or not, he tasted delicious, and I was suddenly starving. My hands went to his soft hair, and I pulled him even closer to me. Goosebumps erupted across my skin in the wake of his fingers trailing up my thighs to underneath my dress.

  I knew the exact moment he touched my scars, because he froze. Pierce broke the kiss, and his eyes peered into mine. All the questions I didn't want to answer were written in them.

  "No," I breathed out and shook my head, silently pleading he let it go. I didn't want to talk. I just wanted him. My stomach was a basket of nerves; I was practically panting.

  After a quick internal debate with himself, he moved his hands the rest of the way up my legs. I slightly lifted my ass from his desk to help him slide my thong off. Anxious anticipation began taking root in my chest.

  "I don't fuck slow, and I don't do gentle, but I can assure you, you'll be begging me not to stop and screaming my name long before I'm finished," he murmured in a husky voice, before kneeling. I had a smart-ass remark on the tip of my tongue, but it was gone the second he buried his face between my legs.

  Pierce gripped my thighs in a satisfyingly painful way, swiped his tongue up and down my slit, and began dipping it in and out of me, slowly. Holy shit. I couldn't hold back the moans that started pouring from my mouth.

  I thread my fingers into his hair and ground myself against his face. Pierce didn't stop me, and based on the sound he made, he liked it just as much as I did. He was ravishing my pussy with his mouth. My eyes shut when he began to swirl his tongue around my clit. I lost all control of myself.

  "Pierce," I moaned, and lifted my hips. Somewhere in the recess of my mind, I wondered if my grip was hurting him. An orgasm was just on the horizon, and I knew it was going to be unlike any I'd ever tried to give myself.

  There was a tightness building in my stomach, and it was building at a rapid rate. A creeping sensation started at the top of my thighs and spread throughout my entire body

  "Come." He paused, demanding my release. With one last swirl of his tongue around my clit, I came, every muscle going taut. His name left my mouth on a scream.

  Pleasure burst through my whole body; I felt it burning deep in my core. Pierce didn't stop. He kept working his tongue in and out of me until my thighs were trembling and my arms were weak.

  This was a fantasy brought to life. This powerful man was on his knees with his face buried between my legs.

  I was still trying to catch my breath and come back to reality when he stood and began undoing his pants. His face glistened with my arousal; he pressed his mouth to mine, and I tasted myself on him.

  "You taste even better than I imagined," he confessed. I didn't get a chance to reply - partially because he had just admitted he'd thought about going down on me before, but mostly because he had his giant dick out and was easing it into me.

  I expected pain, based on how Abigail described her first time, and how fucking long and thick Pierce's cock was, but all I felt was pressure. An intense, strong pressure. It was uncomfortable, to say the least. I wiggled my ass around on his desk, as if that would make it abate.

  "Stop moving and kiss me," Pierce ground out. I obliged him and moved my hands to his shirt. Just as I undid the last button, he buried himself fully. A sharp cry tore from my throat, and I dug my nails into his biceps. He moved his mouth to my neck, trailing kisses up to my jawline, pausing for just a second.

  When he began to move, his earlier words came back to me. Nothing about it was slow or gentle. His thrusts were hard and fast, the biting grip he had on my hips was sure to leave a set of distinguishable bruises, and my ass would be rubbed raw from the tempered glass surface of his desk.
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  My moans weren't exclusive to his office; they echoed around the entire thirteenth floor. I had never been more thankful to be alone. He knotted his hand in my hair and pulled my head back, forcing me to look into his eyes as he fucked me.

  How entirely screwed up was I for doing this? I didn't know anything about this man. He was dangerous, he was my father's business partner –who probably wanted to see him dead ‑‑and he was fucking me like an animal on the edge of his desk.

  It was just as screwed up that it was those thoughts that sent me rushing towards another climax. Incoherent babble was coming out of my mouth, and I wasn't embarrassed to admit I begged him not to stop. I might have killed him if he did. He felt entirely too good pressed against me.

  His muscles flexed every time our bodies met, and the sounds he was making in his throat were driving me insane. Whenever I thought about sex, I thought I'd get a few minutes of hard dick and then it would be over. I never thought I'd get this carnal passion, that a man would set every one of my nerve endings on fire with one touch.

  "I knew you'd be perfect," he grunted, sounding like he was talking to himself rather than me. I clung to his solid form, trying to stop myself from sliding off his desk.

  My heart was racing in my chest. Our heavy breathing and the sound of our bodies coming together filled my ears. The smell of him mixed with the smell of us filled my lungs. The second orgasm was twice as powerful as the first one. I thought I was ready for it, I wasn't. Stars burst behind my eyes, and I saw spots as my breath expelled on a soundless scream.

  It felt like I had just fallen off a cliff. Pierce fucked me through the rolling waves of pleasure. After a few more thrusts, he pulled out of me with a sharp "Fuck," and warm cum exploded onto my stomach.

  Both of our chests were rising and falling in a quick procession.

  A thin layer of sweat coated his skin. I rested my head on his chest, having no idea what to say now that it was over.

  Pierce took my face in his hands and placed a soft kiss on my forehead, before stepping away from me. As he got himself together, I stared at the dark carpet. It wasn't shame I felt but mild embarrassment.

  I wasn't aware of the running water, or that he had walked across the room and gone through another door until he came back and pressed a warm rag between my legs. I let out a small sigh of relief; the warmth slightly eased the dull ache now between my thighs.

  Neither of us said anything about the little bits of blood dotting the white rag, and for that I was grateful. It wasn't something I wanted to make a big deal about.

  "Get dressed," he ordered as soon as he wiped his cum off me.

  I felt his eyes burning holes into me the entire time it took to find my bra and re-clasp it, pull my dress up, and run my fingers through my messy hair before re-pinning it.

  Spotting my thong on the ground, I reached for it, but Pierce snatched the little piece of pink fabric up and shoved it into his pocket.

  "What are you doing?" I gaped at him. Did he want a souvenir?

  "Did you think I would fuck you and send you on your way?" He held out a hand, and I took it.

  That was verbatim of what I thought was going to happen, but I didn't say so aloud. "What now, then?" Silence answered me. My sexual inexperience shined in the dark room.

  "I'm taking you home." I didn't need to ask whose home he was referring to. Things had transpired past the point of no return, but I didn't regret it.

  I also couldn't go with him. What was done was done, and we could both be on our merry way. That made me inwardly cringe. But there was the whole, I shouldn’t have let him fuck me, this is my father’s associate thing.

  "You know I can't go home with you." More silence. I couldn't even look him in the eyes at this point. I felt so awkward. Did I give him a high-five? Smack his ass and say good game? If I had known I was going to have my first quickie, I would have consulted Sophia, a well-known escort, on what to do. She slept with strong men like Pierce all the time, but for money.

  I risked a peek at him, catching a look in his eyes that I couldn't decipher. I wasn't expecting what happened next. He didn't give any warning or utter a single word. Not one little sound left his mouth when he wrapped his hand around my throat.

  Panic began to set in when he started to squeeze, cutting off my air supply and starving my lungs.

  "Don't fight it, just let go," he whispered in my ear.

  I choked out something garbled in response, struggling fruitlessly to get him off me. I didn't understand what the hell was happening. It was as if an entity had taken over his body. The sinister look on his face ingrained into my brain as everything went fuzzy before turning black.

  CHAPTER TEN

  Getting Willow out of Vitech had been easier than I thought. For a man so hell bent on protecting his girls, Seth had royally fucked up. Had this been my daughter, she would've had a fucking swarm of men around her, even if it was to brush her teeth or take a piss.

  It wasn't meant to happen this way.

  Of course, I planned to fuck her. That part was inevitable. Strangling her wasn't. But it was either that or pull a gun out and hope she willingly complied. I'd been around Willow too long and heard too many stories to risk it. My fucks given about hurting women were zero.

  I wasn't a rapist, and I didn't go around terrorizing schoolteachers, but I didn't let gender decide how weak or strong someone was. And Willow had a sweet face, the mouth of a sailor, and was as stubborn as a bull.

  I eased my Maserati onto the interstate and headed for home. Willow was stretched out on my back seat, showing no signs of waking. My handprints were embellished into her skin. I liked seeing them there.

  Truthfully, I had no idea what I was going to do with her. She wasn't supposed to matter; she was meant to be disposable but the more I tried to find out about her, the less I knew.

  Unless someone miraculously gave birth to an eleven-year-old girl, Seth had made sure no one would know where she came from. I was going to find out what he was hiding. When all was said and done, I would know all her secrets. Including who crocheted their fucking initials into her flesh.

  Willow was toxic to a man like me, but it was too late to change anything now. I had to have her. I was going to keep her. I needed to break her. Then I could put her back together again. If the demons in my life decided to be nice, she wouldn't end up like the last girl. I hadn’t wanted to kill her either.

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  I woke up feeling like I had a hangover. My body ached, my head throbbed, and my fucking throat felt raw.

  Blinking through blurry sunlight, it took my eyes a moment to adjust. When they did, the memory of the previous night hit me like a ton of bricks. That sonofabitch choked me!

  Pierce was nowhere to be seen, but I knew I was in his room. It smelled like him and had the same masculine look as his office, done up in deep grays and black.

  A dark leather love seat was at the end of the black iron canopy bed, and there was a pair of glass doors leading to an outside balcony. Why did he bring me here?

  I was naked, but that was the least of my problems. And besides, he'd already seen everything I had to offer. Glancing around the room, I didn't see my dress anywhere, but there was an ivory robe hung at the end of the bed.

  Don't panic, don't panic. This mantra played repetitively in my head as I launched myself out of his bed. I slipped the short silk robe on and securely tied the sash around my middle. Having no idea who was in the house or where Pierce was, I headed for the door, surprised when I found it wasn't locked. My bare feet padded across the marble floor as I jogged out of the bedroom. It was quiet, way too quiet for anyone to be around

  "Pierce?" There wasn't an answer, confirming my suspicions that I was alone in the house.

  But someone had brewed a fresh pot of coffee and set out fruit for breakfast. I jogged to the front door and peered out. The whole house was bathed in warm sunlight and surrounded by tall trees. It was all I could see.

 
I gripped the doorknob, pulled and twisted, but the door didn't budge. Pressing my face to the glass, I saw a digital code box flashing green off to the right. Some high-tech piece of equipment.

  Running through the house, I found the back door, the windows, and even the patio door off the basement were all sealed tight. A sob welled up in my chest. I swallowed it down and fought to keep a clear head. Dashing back upstairs, I went into Pierce's bedroom and tried the balcony door. Warm air flooded in as it swung open.

  My feeling of relief was instantly trumped; I was up way too high. There was no way I could climb down or jump without breaking bones. I debated screaming at the top of my lungs, but that wouldn't do me much good. Pierce's house was smack dab in the center of the woods. Birds chirped and flew over the treetops, oblivious to the girl losing her shit below.

  Back inside, I searched high and low for a phone, a weapon, anything that could help me. There was nothing. The only cutlery in the drawers was plastic, and the phones had all been removed.

  It didn't look or feel like anyone lived here. No extra shoes sat by the front door, and not a single picture hung on the charcoal-colored walls. The main area was an open concept; I could see two sofas and a plush chair arranged around an unlit fireplace.

  A chef's kitchen was on the other side of the room with a breakfast bar serving as a divider. The house was beautiful. It had dark flooring, high ceilings, and unique abstract light fixtures.

  It just felt so empty, almost as if someone had taken the time to construct it and then forgot about it.

  This wasn't a home, it was a tomb, and I was trapped inside of it.

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  I held my composure, fighting against the urge to smile. Jax cleared his throat and kept his hand intertwined with Abigail's, serving as her source of comfort. I was glad to see I wasn't the only asshole in the family. This bastard was going to use a fake tragedy to get his dick wet.