Systematic Siege Box Set: Parts 1-3

by N. Isabelle Blanco

  I’m a fool.

  I was a fool seven years ago when I convinced myself I could be with Andrew Drevlow of all people.

  A fool the day I decided to work for Stephen.

  I’m still a fool today, sitting in this damn office.

  I’m a fucking idiot who’s yearning to kiss Andrew again, even after I jerked back hard enough to send my chair skidding feet away from him.

  His chest is racing.

  Mine is, too.

  He’s staring down at me with that challenge in his eyes. Like he knows what I’m struggling with and he’s daring me to face it.

  Fuck him.

  I glare at him with all the loathing I feel.

  “Drew . . .” His uncle watches him warily. I’m sure he’s realized how insane his nephew is. “I’m going to have to ask you to come with me.”

  Drew’s body coils, a slow tightening of muscle. “You’re not the boss here, Uncle Richard. I am. You made sure of that. So I’m going to have to ask you to leave.” His eyes remain on mine the entire time.

  What a fucking bastard. “I want you to leave. How about that?”

  “I’m not going anywhere.”

  I remember that hard determination. Last time I saw it, he’d stared at me in that dark field, swearing he would never let his father hurt me again—and swearing he would never let me go.

  All lies. He hadn’t been determined to protect or have me.

  He’d been determined to pull off the prank he and his friends had come up with.

  “If you don’t leave my office, Mr. Drevlow, I will get up and walk out of this building right now.”

  “You’re under contract, you can’t.”

  I grind my teeth together. “I did it with Menahan. Watch. Me.”

  “I’m nothing like Stephen,” Andrew enunciates slowly.

  “Oh, really? What do you call grabbing me against my will and kissing me?” I realize way too late what I’ve just said.

  His eyes go dark. Absolutely black within the span of a second. Fast enough to warn me.

  Scare me.

  This isn’t the same Andrew I knew years ago. This is a madman. A possibly deranged man that’s ready to harm somebody.

  “What did he do to you?” His tone sends a cold shiver through me.

  “Nothing!” My heart is beating painfully and I’m trembling.

  I’m scared. So scared of what I see in Andrew’s expression.

  This man is capable of murder. Every instinct in my body screams it at me.

  “Lexi, I will not ask you again.”

  “And I will not ask you, Mr. Drevlow. Please leave me to my work or I’ll leave.” I can’t look at him. His eyes are drilling me, and if I don’t look away, he’s going to rip every secret out of me.

  Maybe I should let him. I should tell him everything and let him ruin his life by hurting Stephen.

  But who would help my mother then?

  I stand up, restless, trapped by the nervous energy I feel.

  Andrew moves closer to me.

  I’m so jumpy that I practically leap back. “Sta—stay away from me.”

  “That’s why you want to ruin him, isn’t it? He hurt you—WHAT THE FUCK DID HE DO TO YOU LEXI?”

  I slap my hands over my ears at that roar.

  Stephen lied to me.

  Tricked me.

  Raped me.

  Infected my mother.

  Kept me prisoner under his control for years.

  Eventually, he raped me again.

  Andrew is obsessed with getting an answer.

  Possibly obsessed with me.

  Oh, God, he is like Stephen. Both of them want to own me even though they’ve both hurt me.

  What Andrew did was despicable; what Stephen did, all of it, falls under the definition of heinous.

  I have to pick one devil to battle another, and in order to win, I have to keep the truth from one of them. Shaking, I cross my arms and face Andrew.

  A monster’s fury stares back at me.

  “I’ll—I’ll tell you.” Not the whole truth. Never that. But enough to placate him. “But you have to leave this office now.”

  “Lexi.”

  “Leave now, or I will!”

  27

  “I don’t blame you for thinking that.” Drew places the blanket back in his trunk. The bag with the leftover food and wine goes next.

  I’m so stupid. I fucked it up. He barely spoke after I muttered that dumb sentence, and now he’s cutting our date short. Just because I had to open my big fucking mouth.

  It’s a logical thought. Us being together is an impossibility. A chasm full of obstacles stands between us.

  I don’t care. Right now, it feels like he’s shutting down on me, listening to the logic behind my statement. Distancing himself.

  A taste. That’s what tonight has been. And it’s not enough. I’ll never have enough. I need more of Drew. So much more. I can’t lose him. Not yet. Maybe not ever.

  Definitely not tonight.

  He comes to me, placing his hand on the small of my back, leading me to the passenger side. “I’ve thought about it, Lexi. I don’t even have the power to protect you from my asshat of a father.” Staring off into space, he opens the door for me. “I don’t have the power. Not yet.”

  My body freezes over as he turns to walk to the driver’s side.

  I can’t let him shut down on me. Can’t let him walk away.

  He’s walking around the front of his car by the time I snap out of it. “Drew!” I run to him.

  He jerks to a stop, turning in surprise.

  I jump up into his arms. “I don’t care. I don’t care, Drew.”

  Drew groans my name, hugging me tight. “Lexi, you’re right. He can hurt you. He will. I knew this when I decided to come after you.”

  “I don’t care, Drew. I just want you. So bad.”

  Another groan. He grabs my hair, nuzzling my face roughly.

  He’s hard again, throbbing against me. Calling me.

  “I want you, Drew. Please. Take me. Make me yours. I don’t want to belong to anyone else.”

  “Fuck, baby.” Yanking me back, he stares into my eyes.

  Panting, I try to bring him closer, knowing that my eyes are pleading with him.

  “God, Lexi. I fucking need you.”

  “Take me. Take me, Drew.”

  He exhales slowly, his body tensing more and more. “Baby, I’m losing it here. I can’t . . . It’s not time, yet. I—I need you too bad.”

  “Yes.”

  His lips crash onto mine, roughly. Painfully. His tongue pushes into my mouth, not giving me a choice.

  I open for him without hesitation, his tongue a wet slide against my own. It drives me crazy, leaves me clenching and unclenching desperately.

  Drew clutches my ass, rolling his hips into me. I lift my leg up on his hip, opening myself to more of his thrusts. His cock presses right where I need it. Pleasure zings, and I go light headed, almost coming at each slide of his erection along my clit.

  “Drew. More, please.”

  He kisses me again, turning me, leading me backwards. The back of my knees hit the hood of his car. Hands wrapped around my waist, he lifts me up onto the hood, laying me on it. I spread my legs and pull him between them, circling my hips up to meet his.

  His teeth sink softly into the side of my chin. “You turn me on so fucking much.”

  I tilt my head back to give him more access. “Take me.”

  Moaning, he works his hand between us, his fingers skimming my wet panties. The fingers of his other hand curl into the top of my dress. He already broke the straps back at the gym, so when he pulls on my dress, it slides down without issue.

  He wastes no time, lips latching around one nipple, his thumb and forefinger squeezing down around the other.

  I cry out into the night, arching, my nipples even more sensitive than the first time he played with them.

  Drew thrusts into me in circles. Last time, I rode his thigh
, and the pleasure was indescribable. Feeling his hard dick nudging my pussy with each thrust makes me even more light headed. “Drew. Oh God, Drew. More. Faster. More.”

  “Fuck Lexi!” Snarling, he bites the side of my breast, then moves to the other and does the same, his fingers playing with both my nipples. “You get me so fucking riled up. I just wanna come all over you. In you.” His fingers find my pussy again, pulling my panties aside. “I want this pussy wrapped tight around me.”

  I bite down on my lip, mewling, nails digging into the back of his head. “I want it, too, Drew. It hurts. In there. I—” My voice breaks on a scream as one of his fingers slide into me.

  “Oh God,” he breathes frantically, staring up at me, thick lips parted. “Fuck, baby. Fuck.”

  “Yours. All—yours—Drew,” I keen, my body wanting—no, needing to be fucked by him. My hips rock back and forth, riding his finger, my body soaking in the pleasure each thrust brings.

  “Fucking, hell. Look at you.” His teeth bare on a growl, his eyes eating me alive. Leaning down, he slowly wraps his lips around my nipple, then sucks hard, his thumb circling my clit languidly.

  I scream, coming, coming so fucking hard that I can’t breathe, can’t see, can’t think. The pleasure ripples through my clit, my inner walls, my nipples as he sucks and licks on them.

  Drew pulls back, breaths practically wheezing, his eyes wild. “So wet. So luscious. I need that in my mouth, baby. Need to eat you while you come.”

  28

  I stare up at the night sky, my vision winking in and out, completely out of breath.

  Drew wants to come inside me and it turns me on like crazy.

  He crawls down my body. I feel his hands on my knees, drawing my legs up. He parts them. His words register.

  Was he talking about kissing me? There?

  My panties are shoved aside.

  “Drew? Drew, wait.” I scramble up onto my elbows. The sight of him between my legs stops every single thought in my head.

  He’s staring at me, at my spread, bared pussy, his expression tight with raw lust. “Holy fuck, Lexi. You’re perfect.”

  I moan.

  Drew reaches between my legs, smoothing his thumb over my clit softly.

  My nails scrape into the hood of the car. “Oh . . . my . . . God.”

  He nuzzles my clit with the tip of his nose. “Look at that little clit tremble for me.”

  I’m choking. This is too intense. Too intimate. He’s too close.

  His breath ghosts over my sensitive flesh with his next words. “All I want to do is eat you.”

  I need him to. Why was I even nervous about him doing that to me? Forgetting about everything but how horny he makes me, I lean back and spread my legs wider for him.

  “That’s it baby.” He parts my lips open with his thumb, his touch gentle. “Just lay back. Let me take care of you.”

  I do as he tells me, but lift up my head to look down at him. No way I’m missing this.

  He bites the corner of his lip, eyes flashing with hunger. “Such a pretty pussy.” Looking up at me, he lowers his head and gives me a wet, soft kiss.

  A fierce shot of pleasure arches my back.

  Drew eases away a bit. “Like that, baby?”

  I grab onto the back of his head and try to push him back to me. “More.”

  Smiling, he gives it to me. Another light kiss followed by a quick flick of his tongue.

  “Jesus, Drew.” I can’t believe the intensity of this. The pleasure.

  His tongue slides over me again, lazily circling my clit. He hums, tasting me, sucking me into his mouth.

  “Baby. Don’t stop. Please.” My hips rock up to meet every glide of his tongue. The look on his face only makes me burn hotter. Rotating my hips faster, I whisper, “I’m going to come. Can’t hold it.”

  He licks me harder, sucks on my clit, his low growls vibrating through me.

  I never knew it could be like this. Pleasure bordering on pain. I should feel ashamed at the indecent way Drew’s sucking on my pussy, but the dirtiness of it is too fucking delicious not to love.

  I writhe on his tongue, chasing more of that sensation. We’re alone on this stretch of road, and it makes me even more uninhibited.

  Drew strokes me with his lips, his tongue, sliding it down, teasing my opening. “Fuck, Lexi. Your pussy’s luscious. I’ve never tasted anything like it.”

  A fresh wave of wetness slicks my sex; he laps it up, humming again. “Drew. Your tongue. It’s so good.”

  He smiles against my pussy and the sight of his plump, wet lips rips a cry out of me. “Yeah? You like my tongue, baby?”

  I nod breathlessly.

  His tongue pierces me.

  My body clenches, trying to keep him there. I don’t want him to stop. Don’t want to let him go. Ever. I need more of this pleasure, want him harder, deeper.

  He takes his tongue from me. I groan, feeling like I’m about to go mad. “I feel you throbbing on my tongue.”

  I bite the inside of my cheek. My tight nipples hurt so bad that I don’t stop to think or question my impulse. Reaching up, I pinch them between my fingers. Pleasure rushes straight to my pussy.

  Drew watches me throb, then his eyes freeze on my nipples, watching me play with them. “I’ll never let anyone hurt you. Especially not my father.” He stares into my eyes. “You’re mine and I’m never fucking letting you go.”

  “It’s all I want, Drew,” I moan, squirming on the hood. “Take me. I need to be yours.”

  “You remember that, baby. Remember how much you need me to own you. When it gets tough. When shit gets impossible. You. Remember. That.”

  I nod at him. At this point, I’ll promise him anything, swear to anything. Whatever he wants. I don’t care.

  Seeming pleased, he licks over my clit—slow, hard pressure. He does it one more time, leaving me shaking. On the brink.

  Sweat drips down the side of my face despite the cool breeze. I mumble his name, too weak to do anything else.

  He thrusts his tongue back into me.

  My mind disintegrates in blistering pleasure. Reality splinters into nothing but pounding, white waves of ecstasy, slamming into me. Drowning me.

  I lose touch with reality. When I come to, Drew is easing me up into his arms, hugging me as tight as he can.

  As if he’s about to die and he can’t imagine letting me go.

  I wrap my weak arms around him and hang on for dear life.

  “I meant it, Lexi,” he says roughly. But I already know. I feel the intent pounding off him. “Nothing can make me let you go now.”

  29

  Four hours and thirty-seven minutes. That’s how long it’s been since Lexi came back into my life. Since I smelled her, tasted the sweet skin of her neck. Felt her heart racing against me.

  Since I had those lips on mine once more.

  Seven fucking years and that small, quick feel of her lips almost made me come on contact.

  She kicked me out of her office, and the only reason I listened was because of the look in her eyes.

  Fear.

  Despair.

  Fucking trauma.

  I’m not a specialist but only a blind moron wouldn’t see the signs. Something fucking happened to my girl. Something that broke her.

  What did Stephen do to her?

  I resist the urge to slam my fist into my desk, but only because I already cracked the glass surface earlier.

  I’ve been watching her since I left her office. It wasn’t hard to hack into the security feed. All three of the monitors on my desk are now focused on her.

  I’m surprised Lexi made no move to secure those feeds. Clearly, she never expected me to hack into her office’s feed. She truly has no idea how obsessed with her I am. No clue what she means to me.

  My fault. I didn’t do enough to show her all those years ago.

  Lexi left the same day Kaylee played that screwed-up video in front of the everyone at school. That same day, I confessed to
the school board. Told them I was in on the plan to humiliate Lexi—after I almost killed Stephen outside the building.

  He’d been rushed by ambulance to the nearest hospital.

  I was dragged straight to the board to answer for the attack. My father was one of the largest donors to the school.

  So was Stephen’s. They weren’t going to go after him on my suspicion alone. I had no choice but to lie. I told them Stephen agreed to record me and Lexi for my personal enjoyment. If I hadn’t, they never would have dared go after Menahan’s son.

  They got a hold of Kaylee’s phone and were able to trace the file transfer to Stephen. He’d also shared another copy of the file with Barnard.

  We all got thrown out days before graduation. Our parents’ wealth was the only thing that kept us from losing our diplomas.

  My father was furious.

  I didn’t give a fuck. Lexi had disappeared by then. She and her mother moved without a trace.

  The beginning of my downward spiral. I started drinking almost immediately after.

  A fucking huge mistake. On so many levels. I should have gone after Stephen and killed him when I had the chance.

  Instead, I became consumed with destroying myself.

  And the whole time he’d known where my girl was. Somehow, he convinced her to work for him.

  At some point during all that, he hurt her.

  My mind twists. Lexi stared at me, frightened, comparing me to Menahan because I kissed her.

  Against her will.

  Lexi, jumping away from me as I walked closer, shaking like a fucking leaf. Stammering.

  Blood pounds in my head from the fury. She’d reacted like many of the girls I went to rehab with. Girls that grew up in unstable homes. Girls with broken lives, regardless of the fact they came from money.

  Victims of abuse.

  Victims of . . .

  No. I can’t think it. I just got her back. I can’t afford to go to jail for murder now that I’ve found her.

  He’s going to die, but I have to be smarter about it.

  Lowering my head, I scrub my face with my hands, then look back at the monitors. Lexi is still typing away at her computer.

  As she has been since I left her office. Single-minded focus. A woman on a mission.