by J. L. Beck
Her brother. She did really say that a moment ago—the words real family ring inside my head.
I pause, and while my mind wants to fall into the implications of that statement, I can’t, not while she’s touching me of her own volition. Not while she’s wearing another fucking man’s clothes, not while she’s in someone else’s house.
I tug her hand off mine and throw it away. “I still don’t care who the fuck he is to you. You are mine.”
Still on her knees, she turns and tries to scramble away from me when she catches the look in my eyes. But there is no time. I reach down, snag her ankle and come down on my knees hard around her thighs.
Then I turn her onto her back and press her under my weight to the floor, so our faces line up, and she can’t possibly escape. “You’re mine.” I grit through my teeth. Even knowing how fucked up and wrong it is, I can’t possibly envision ever letting her go.
Her voice is pitiful when she finally answers. “I don’t belong to anyone but myself.”
I gently scoop stray bits of her hair off her tear-streaked face and smile. “Oh no, princess, you were mine from the moment I brought you home. I was just too stubborn to realize it.”
“Last night, you sold me to some old man. You didn’t care about me then. I wasn’t yours then. What could have changed since last night? I won’t go with you only to be re-sold to someone worse.”
I grind into her, relearning how the curves of her body fit to mine, my cock already growing hard, despite the urge to set this place on fire with my bastard brother inside it.
“No. You belong to me, and only to me, from this day forward. I was wrong to think I could give you up. Wrong to think that this was merely revenge. No one else will look at you.” I trace the swell of her breasts under the T-shirt, which is pulled tight between us. “No one else will touch you.” She wriggles underneath me as I map the pretty little cupid’s bow of her full lips with my fingers. “No one else will even so much as say your name, or I’ll kill them and fuck you in a puddle of their blood just to prove how much you’re mine.”
Her chest presses up against me, even as she tries to wiggle out of my hold. “Why are you doing this? Just let me go home, please.”
“I’ll take you home, stellina. To our home.”
Celia snarls her pretty lips. “You know that’s not what I mean. I want to go to my own home. I want to get as far away from both of you assholes as I can get.”
I draw my nose up the column of her neck, breathing her in. Despite her activities, a faint floral aroma clings to her skin. I want to taste her, rip her clothes off and rub against her, to imprint my scent on her. I want to mark her, so everyone knows she belongs to me and only me. “Stop squirming. I’m two seconds away from ripping your clothes off because he gave them to you. Another man put them on you, brother or not.”
She shoves at my chest, as if her meager attempts at freedom will dislodge me. “He didn’t help me put them on. I got dressed all on my own, like a big girl,” she mocks.
Any other day, and I might punish her for giving me such sass, but right now, all I can think about is her body under mine and how good it will feel when I sink inside her wet heat. I’ll be her first and last. She continues struggling against me, and every little squirm makes my cock grow harder. I don’t bother hiding it. Instead, I grind against her core, using her to bring me back from the brink of anger.
“Mmm, you feel so good, stellina. Even better than I remember,” I whisper into the shell of her ear.
Again, she tries to shove me off, but this time, I capture her wrists and pin them to the floor near her head.
Lucas moans behind me. The stubborn fucker is trying to get up. He won’t be getting off this floor until I walk out the door with Celia in my arms. Not if I have anything to say about it.
Celia draws my attention back to her as she bucks her hips up to get free, and I only chuckle against her mouth. “Oh, I wouldn’t do that if you want to walk out of here with your clothes on. I told you, I’m seconds away from ripping every stitch from your body. Don’t tempt me because we both know I would do it.”
“Fuck you,” she growls into my face as she slips from my grasp.
I don’t let her get away. I chase her back to the floor and capture her lips against mine. Taking her mouth in a hard kiss, I slip my tongue against the seam of her mouth, and even as angry as she is with me, a flame of fire burning in my hands, she opens to me.
She nips at my tongue, her brown eyes blazing, and I lift my head to glare down at her. “Bite me again, and we’ll be playing a different game, princess, and surely one you will not win.”
When she settles her head back to the floor, I lean in and run my lips over hers gently. This time she remains still, refusing to acknowledge me. It’s hard to play the ice queen when I can feel the heat of her body through the thin leggings she’s wearing.
“I hate you,” she sneers.
I slam her hands together above her head, so I can hold both in one of mine. Then I pinch her chin in my hold and search her face. “You don’t hate me, and lying about it won’t help your situation. You hate how much you want me and how much I remind you of it.”
“I do hate you,” she says, this time, screaming it inches from my face.
With a shove, I pin her to the floor by her chin and stare down into her eyes. I don’t know what she sees there, but she stops fighting long enough for me to speak again. “I don’t give a shit if you hate me. I don’t give a shit if you want to kill me. Hell, I don’t even give a shit if you try to run every chance you get, but know this, you belong to me, and nothing you or anyone else says or does will change that. From now on, if anyone so much as breathes in your general direction, I will fucking gut them. Nod if you understand.”
Instead of giving in and bending to my will, she narrows her eyes and spits in my face.
I let out a long-shuddering exhale and wipe my face across the front of her shirt. When I look at her again, a smile tugs at my lips.
“You want your juices on me, princess? All you had to do was ask.”
I reach between us and grip her cunt hard in my palm. A squeak escapes her, and I revel in the sound as I flex my fingers against her warm, pants-covered pussy. I don’t let her get off that easily. I press my face into her neck, trailing my nose up and down her throat, stopping just below her ear. For a second, I pause, and a soft exhale passes her lips. I smile against her skin before I sink my teeth into the flesh there and listen joyfully as a cry of pain fills the air. When she struggles, I bite harder, and the need to mark every single inch of her body festers in my mind.
When I lift my mouth from her neck, I see a pink circle from where my teeth were indented in her skin.
“I’d tattoo my name across every inch of you if I could,” I whisper against the bite mark. “And I told you, I bite harder.”
I need to be inside her, in every hole, forcing her to take my cock until we’re both spent. I want my scent on her skin, and my cum rubbed into her creamy thighs. My cock is hard as a rock as I lift off her and drag her to her feet.
Immediately, she fights, but I grab her by the throat and pull her in to meet my eyes. “Walk out of this building like a normal person, or I’ll carry you over my shoulder. It’s your choice, there are no other options. I won’t fight you all the way to the lobby.”
“You can’t do this,” she whispers. The look in her eyes tells me exactly how she’s feeling, how broken and sad she is. I can’t pay attention to that right now. Not when we’re still here in this apartment, and she is still wearing my brother’s clothes.
Speaking of brothers, I stare down at Lucas, still writhing on the floor. When I punched him, I didn’t think I’d hit him that hard. Oh well, he’ll learn his lesson over the next few days while he is questioned.
My phone has been buzzing since I got here, and when I dig it out to check, there are several messages from Soo. I don’t respond to his demands but order him to get a guy up here to drag m
y brother home.
Once that’s taken care of, I turn my attention back to Celia. “Let’s go, princess. Before I strip you down and take you on that countertop. I’m fucking starved for you.”
Her mouth drops open, but she shakes it off quickly. “Is that all I’m going to be to you, a warm place you can park your dick? A sex doll?”
I grip the back of her neck and maneuver her around the furniture and out to the hallway. “I suspect, if you were a sex doll, you’d be putting up significantly less fight, and you’d be a lot more fucking quiet.”
My rage has cooled, but the need I feel for her is only just starting its consuming path through me. The urge to mark her, claim her, ensure any man who looks at her knows who she belongs to is maddening. For Celia, I feel primal.
I shove her down the hallway and maintain my grip on her neck. She stumbles over her feet, but I keep her standing upright, pressing her forward until we reach the elevator. It’s a quick ride down to the bottom floor, and by Soo’s texts, I know he already has the car waiting outside.
We walk out the building, and Celia shivers. I’d offer her my jacket, but in a few moments, she won’t need it since I’ll be warming her up from the inside out.
As we approach the car, Soo exits the driver’s side and opens the door for me so I don’t have to release my grip on her. With a gentle shove, I force Celia inside the car. She scrambles across the leather and immediately tries to open the opposite door, but it’s already locked.
Turning in her seat, she stares at me with disdain. All I can do is smile.
“Now, princess, you didn’t think it would be that easy, did you?”
6
Celia
The leather seats creak as I slide around to put my back against the door since it won’t open. I turn to face him. I can’t fight him off; he’s proven that fact to me more times than I care to remember. There is never a time when I’m not reminded that Nic is the predator and I am the prey.
As he settles into the other seat, I can feel him vibrating with violence. I didn’t make it easy on myself, fighting him back there, and I’m sure he’s about to make me regret it.
Everything he said is spinning through my head to the cadence of you’re mine, you’re mine, you’re mine. He declared it like he made the choice for both of us, all but telling me I’ll never be free of him.
I watch the door through the window as we idle at the curb, and Soo comes out lugging Lucas between him and another of Nicolo’s men.
Nicolo pinches my chin between two fingers and drags my gaze away from them. “He’s alive. You don’t need to worry about him. Right now, you need to worry about yourself.”
I swallow hard, my heart trying to punch into my throat. “What are you going to do with me now?”
A wicked smile curls his lips as he drops his gaze down my body. “Anything and everything I want. You’re mine, after all.”
His words shouldn’t ignite a fire in me. They should leave me cold and terrified, and I guess part of me is terrified. But the memory of how he can make my body feel is drilling through that fear, making it harder for me to see. The pleasure he’s given me, even through the humiliation and pain, is all there, tucked away like a secret. I’ve yet to examine how I feel about it all as I’d gotten stuck on the whole selling me part of our relationship. And with the way he’s staring at me, now isn’t the time to dissect it either.
One thing I am certain of is that I have to forget the pleasure he brought me and remember that he’s the villain here—because if I slip up and fall into his web, I’ll be as good as dead.
“What about what I want?”
He snaps his hand out and drags me to him by the throat. His grip is firm but gentle, with no pressure, more like persuasive positioning. “What you want right now is irrelevant. And will be until I erase every other man from your life, starting with Lucas.”
I brace for whatever he’s about to do to me, but I’m not prepared for him to rip my T-shirt clean down the center. Cool air meets my heated skin, making my nipples hard. I immediately look around in a panic. Nic’s driver is just pulling the car away. The windows are tinted anyway, but there is no partition between the front and the back seat, meaning that the guy behind the wheel can very much hear us.
“Take off your pants and underwear, or I’ll rip them off too.”
Before he can repeat himself, I’m shucking the ripped edges of my shirt from my arms and moving to the waistband of my leggings. “What am I going to wear, then? Do you want everyone to see me naked?”
I glance to the front seat, where his driver has his eyes trained to the road.
“Don’t worry about him.” He unbuttons his shirt, tugs it off, and lays it over the back of the seat beside him. “For after,” he explains.
After what?
I can’t control my heavy breathing as I lift my hips and toss away the pants and underwear. My hands are trembling, so I tuck them between my knees. So he doesn’t see how nervous I am. At least, it makes me feel better to think he doesn’t see. Of course, he notices everything, and he won’t let me hide.
He drags my hands to his thigh and sits them there while he unbuckles his slacks and shoves them down, his rock-hard cock springing free.
I suck in a breath and jerk my hand back, but he captures it again and brings it to his skin. “Rub me,” he orders.
Okay, this isn’t so bad. If all he wants is a hand job, maybe he and I can manage this negotiation. I grip him tight, and he wraps his hand around mine. “I won’t last long, but I need to come, and I’m going to mark you with it. Rub it into your skin, so you smell like me and feel me all over your body.”
A heavy throb starts in my clit, but I don’t dare shift for fear he’ll see it and know.
He doesn’t release my hand and drops his head against the seat as he thrusts into both of our grips. It only takes a few minutes for his thighs to tighten up, his breathing to quicken, and his other hand to reach out and latch onto my upper thigh.
God, he looks so beautiful like this. I hate him for it even while I’m throbbing as I watch him.
“Fuck, you have no idea how much I want to be inside you right now. Slamming deep inside your tight pussy, claiming you over and over again. I’ll be your first and last, Celia. Your virgin blood will coat my cock, and there will never be another man who gets the pleasure of touching you.” If only his words were true and something I could believe.
With a few more strokes, he comes hard, his warm seed splashes all over our hands, and then he locks eyes with me as he takes the cum and rubs it into my breasts. Keeping his eyes trained on me, he watches with intent until the last of the hot liquid is caked into my skin.
I’m sticky with it, and the smell of him permeates the air around us. As he wipes his hand on his pants, I risk squeezing my thighs together to relieve some of the ache there.
I convince myself if this is all he wants from me, a hand job and to sit next to him naked, I can deal with it. I can handle it.
It doesn’t take long for me to realize how naïve and stupid I am.
He reaches across the car and drags me into his side. “That was just a little taste, stellina. I need so much more of you. All of you. By the time I’m finished with you, you will be mine in every way possible.”
I shudder in his grip and shake my head. “Is this how it’s going to be? You, using me to get off, but never even bothering to ask what I want?” I shouldn’t be surprised that nothing between us has changed.
I catch the way he drops his gaze down to my breasts, even in the darkness of the back seat. “I don’t have to ask. I know what you need. You don’t think I can see how much you want me? I bet if I lay you down on this seat, you’ll be soaking my balls in seconds. Tell me I’m wrong.”
When I don’t answer, an urgency fills his touch. He captures my head between his hands and lowers me to his lap, his cock already hard against his belly again. “Suck it and suck it good because you want to get it nice and wet
. Afterward, I’m fucking your ass, and how soaked I am will determine how comfortable it will be for you.”
Before I can call him a bastard, he forces my mouth onto his dick. I suck in a breath through my nose, already tasting the salty musk of his cum and his skin. The longer I take to do this, the longer he will hold me down and force me. Tears are already building at the corners of my eyes as I add my hand into the mix so he doesn’t gag me on his length.
Once I take over on my own volition, he lessens his hold on my head and gently twines his fingers into my hair. “Harder, stellina. Or I’ll do it myself, and with the way I feel right now, I won’t be gentle with you.”
I focus on my task, squeezing my eyes closed, tears streaking down my cheeks.
His hand trails from my hair over the curve of my naked spine down to my ass. Then he delves his fingers between my legs, gently inserting two digits into my pussy.
I gasp against him, inadvertently taking him deeper into my mouth.
“That’s it,” he growls.
With his fingers inside me, I can’t focus. My technique is sloppy, my hands jerky as I work them from his base to my mouth with each pass. His thighs tremble underneath my braced forearms, and I squeeze myself around his fingers, needing more.
“My princess is greedy for it. I’ll give it to you soon, don’t worry. Faster,” he whispers, urging me on.
When I don’t increase my pace, he arches his hips up into my face. It pushes me off balance, and I almost topple off the seat. I sit up and glare. But he’s too far gone to care. He catches me around the neck and rolls me onto my back, staring down at me.
His fingers circle my throat, squeezing, but not enough to cut off air. “When I tell you to do something, you’ll do it. Even if you don’t want to do it. Even if it goes against every single thing you believe in. You’ll do it, and you’ll act like you enjoy it.”
The heat I felt before sparks into anger, and I glare back at him. “Is that what you want? A woman who pretends to like your cock? I’d think you wouldn’t have trouble finding a willing woman; why keep one who doesn’t want you?”
