Torment (B.A.D. Inc Book 1)

by Angel Devlin

  “You sort that and I’ll organise us some dinner,” I tell her as we walk towards her car that’s sitting at the curb outside Mum’s house.

  Pulling the car door open for her, I watch as she climbs in, her phone to her ear. I give the driver some hushed instructions and then get in with her. Having finished her phone call, she immediately curls into my side and rests her head on my shoulder.

  “Your family are wonderful.”

  “Yeah… we’re an interesting lot.”

  She laughs, “Yeah, that too. So where are we going seeing as neither of us is exactly dressed for dinner?”

  “I’ve got a plan.”

  “Oh?”

  “Just sit back and relax.”

  The driver pulls up out the front of a fish and chip shop down by the West Bank and I tug Mia out of the car. The smell of frying food hits my nose and immediately makes my stomach rumble. I can’t remember the last time I ate any real food. It wasn’t while I was locked up in a jail cell that’s for fucking sure.

  “Here?” Mia asks hesitantly.

  “Here.”

  “But I thought this only happened at the beach?”

  I bark out a laugh and pull her into the shop.

  Positioning her so her back is to my front, I allow her time to look around. Granted it’s not the fanciest of fish and chip shops, but it’s perfectly fine. At least Mia’s not got her lip curled in disgust like when we first arrived in Blackpool.

  “All the plastic condiment pots are kind of cute I guess.”

  Lowering my mouth to her ear, I don’t miss her shudder of pleasure as my breath skates past her sensitive skin. “You’re kinda cute.”

  She smiles and turns in my arms. There are so many emotions filling her eyes as she stares up at me. They scare and excite me in equal measure.

  “Mia, I’ve never—” My confession dies on my lips as the server shouts next and we have to step up to the counter.

  I order for both of us and Mia watches the guy wrap everything up in amazement.

  “Where now?”

  “No idea. Let’s walk and hope we find the perfect place.” It doesn’t matter to me where we stop and eat them, it could be on the side of the road for all I care, because the only thing I need is the woman standing beside me, clinging on to my hand like I might vanish any moment.

  “What were you about to say in there?”

  As I think of how to word what I need to say to her, the river appears before us along with an empty bench.

  “Here?”

  She glances over but doesn’t really pay much attention.

  We both take a seat and I’m pulling out food when she rests her hand on my forearm stilling my movement.

  “Deacon. Talk to me.” I blow out a long breath and turn to her. Her eyes are soft, pleading with me to tell her what’s on my mind.

  “Mia, I’ve…” I hesitate, feeling like I’m about to rip my chest wide open for her to stomp all over if she sees fit. But the light squeeze of my arm has the words falling from my lips. “I’ve never done this before. Cared about anyone, shared my life with anyone. I’m going to fuck this up, many times, I’ve no doubt. But I love you. I love you so fucking much it hurts and I need you to know that that feeling isn’t going to go away. No matter how much I push, kick back, look like I’m shutting myself off from you, I’ll still love you. I just need you to… stand by me. I need you to know that I’m not doing it to hurt you but to protect you.” A single tear slips from her eye and drops down onto her cheek. I’m powerless but to reach out and catch it with my thumb.

  “I love you too, Deacon. The bad, the dirty, and the ugly.”

  Capturing her cheeks in my hands, I pull her gently until our lips meet in the middle. Our kiss is soft, intimate, and it feels like our first. In a way, I guess it is. It’s our first with us both being fully honest and open about how we feel and what we want.

  “We should eat,” she says when she pulls back to the sound of my stomach rumbling.

  I catch her hand when she reaches for the bag. “I mean it, Mia. I love you.”

  “I know,” she mouths. My heart hammers in my chest just from looking at her alone. It’s a feeling I think I could get very used to.

  We sit in a comfortable silence as we eat. Thoughts of the past twenty-four hours run around my head.

  “How much do you know about what happened?” I ask, wondering if she can shed any light on the situation.

  “Nothing really. The only thing that’s important is that it wasn’t you.”

  “I’m so sorry. I know he was a much better father to you than me, you didn’t deserve all of this.”

  “I’m glad I learned the truth.” Is all she says before she changes the subject. “So do you really babysit your niece?”

  “I do.”

  “I can’t imagine you with a baby. It’s something I want to see though.” Her eyes go all soft and mushy.

  “Do you want kids, Mia?”

  “Someday, yeah. You?”

  “My answer to that question before meeting you was no. Now, I’m starting to see the appeal.”

  Our stare holds, a million silent words passing between us, but not one of them needing saying out loud.

  Her phone pings, breaking our connection. “Your place is ready. Shall we?”

  “I thought you’d never ask.”

  Taking what’s left of our dinner, I stuff it in a nearby bin as Mia calls for her driver to pick us up.

  “I hope you’re not expecting an early night,” I whisper in her ear seconds before she climbs into the car.

  “Sleep is for the weak, right?” She looks over and winks at me and I’m hard as nails in an instant.

  The drive back is painful. Knowing that I’ve already embarrassed her enough recently, I refrain from taking her like an animal in the back of her car while her driver looks on, no matter how much my cock aches for me to do just that.

  The second we’re alone in the lift, I slam her back against the wall and take what I’ve needed since the second I walked out and found her waiting for me in the station.

  Chapter Thirty-Eight

  Mia

  He pushes me against the lift and his mouth is on mine, hard and bruising.

  When he breaks off, I gasp, “What if someone…?”

  His hand hits the stop button on the control panel.

  “Won’t they come to see why the lift has been stopped?” I bite on my lip. The thought of someone watching might excite me, but right now all I want is Deacon, not an audience.

  “No.” Deacon looks cocky. “Because the security guy just saw me get in here and I winked at him on my way past.”

  “Have you done this before?” My eyes flash with fury as I raise my voice at him.

  He stalks towards me. “I told you, Mia. There’s been no other woman here but you.”

  His body pushes up against my own, his toned body against my softness. “And there will be no other woman here but you. Unless of course you give me daughters.”

  I gasp again and he laughs.

  “Don’t worry I think I just freaked the fuck out of myself there too.”

  His mouth fastens back down on mine and his hand holds my chin firmly. I close my eyes and take in the feel of his soft, warm hand. Memories come back to me of the other night, when he grabbed my throat with just the right amount of pressure to make my pussy pool with delight, as he took complete ownership of me.

  His lips leave mine and I miss them already.

  “Turn to face the mirror, Mia, and strip for me.”

  I twirl a lock of hair around my finger and look coy while I slowly twirl around. I make sure as I do that I stick my bottom out slightly so I brush past Deacon’s hard cock. Looking over at him through the mirror I peel my top over my head and drop it to the floor and then I trail a hand over my collarbone and down over the tops of my breasts. One hand slips underneath the cup of my bra and I tweak my nipple, my breath deepening and making my chest strain against its suppor
t.

  Moving my hands to my skirt, I unfasten it at the back and let it drop to my feet where I kick it off. I stand now in nude tones of lace, and black high heels. I bring my fingers to the edge of my panties.

  “Carry on touching yourself, Mia. I want to watch you make yourself come apart. Think of me.”

  I’m drunk with lust as I slip a finger underneath the edge of my panties and run it through my wetness. I bring my glistening tip up to the mirror. “Want to taste me?”

  “I’m going to drink directly from the source very, very soon, Mia. Now do as you are told and touch yourself.”

  I return to teasing my clit and then moving to push a finger inside myself. I arch against my hand. My eyes close.

  “Open your eyes and look at me,” Deacon demands.

  The power play between us excites me. The fact that I’m in my underwear while Deacon is fully dressed doesn’t bother me because the fire in his eyes shows me he’s every bit as lost to pleasure as I am. He’s just not doing anything about it yet.

  I remove my bra and throw it over my shoulder. Deacon catches it and places it carefully down on the stool in the lift. I caress my breasts, cupping them. I tease my nipples, making them even harder. But it’s not enough. I need my touch elsewhere.

  With my hands on the edges of my panties I slide them down, shimmying out of them and then I turn and take them to Deacon, holding them underneath his nose.

  “All for you.”

  He takes them and sniffs them. “Divine,” he says, adding them to the pile on the stool. I’m grateful he’s not put them in his pocket, not taken me back to past times.

  I move over to the stool and place one stiletto-heel on it, baring myself to my man and then I push three fingers inside myself. If you’d have told me a year ago that I’d be masturbating in a lift in front of a man, I’d have called you a liar, yet look at me now. I have no nerves, just complete and utter delirious desire. I continue to fuck my own fingers, imagining it’s Deacon’s cock, but the feeling, although pleasurable, doesn’t come close to what he evokes in me. When I feel myself getting close I take the fingers of my other hand and I tease my clit, rubbing my juices over it and flicking and teasing until it all becomes too much and I begin to strum myself in a frenzy as I chase my orgasm. When it comes, it shatters over my fingers and I shake, placing my leg back down on the floor.

  As I look at Deacon, he comes crashing into me, grabbing my hand and sucking my fingers deep into his mouth.

  “You drive me wild, Mia. Feel what you do to me.”

  He opens his trousers in haste and frees his cock, placing my hands around his girth. He’s rock-hard.

  “I need you, Deacon,” I beg.

  Curling one of my legs around his hip, he thrusts inside me. I’m still sensitive from my climax and it feels amazing. His thick cock fills me to the hilt. My back hits the cold mirror and my skin slides against it as Deacon fucks me hard. His hands fist in my hair, almost pulling to the point of pain but not quite.

  It’s fast and furious and a guttural roar rumbles up his throat as he comes, taking me along with him for my second time. We’re gasping for breath alongside each other, his cock still within me as his mouth trails down my neck biting and sucking as he goes. Then with a complete change of pace, he wraps me in his arms and kisses me softly, pouring everything he can’t say right now into that kiss, and I hear every word of it.

  I feel his heart beating hard against my chest until it returns to a steadier beat. After a few minutes he withdraws his cock from me. I feel warm liquid run down my leg and reaching for my panties I wipe myself. I step towards my clothes, but Deacon shakes his head. Reaching for the ends of his t-shirt, he pulls it off, revealing that toned, golden skin that I want to lick. He lifts my hands up and places it over my head. Of course it’s far too long, but it’s warm, and even though it’s freshly laundered, it still smells of Deacon.

  “My t-shirt looks fucking good on you. So good that I need to take it off again,” he growls as he starts the lift. We make our way up to Deacon’s floor. He has my clothes over one arm. I have the key card in one hand, and our other hands are entwined. His is clutching mine with a firm grip as if telling me he’s no intention of letting me go as we enter his penthouse.

  “You’d never have known I had a complete meltdown,” he declares as he walks in. I’d had everything replaced like for like.

  “Yeah, well don’t make a habit of it. Do it again and I’ll have it done with pink tones and crystals.”

  “My niece would love it.” He shrugs.

  I watch as he walks around the flat going from room to room. He comes back towards me.

  “I do have a complaint.” He comes towards me and takes me in his arms.

  “Oh yeah?”

  “Yeah. There’s none of your stuff here. Move in with me, Mia.”

  I push him out to arm’s length. “Mr. Fuck ‘em and Chuck ‘em wants me to move in?”

  He grabs me back again. “Yes. I told you. I want you. You might want to decorate a guest room too though and fit locks on it for the times when I exasperate you and you want to teach me a lesson.”

  I laugh.

  His lips part as he leans towards me. “Will you, Mia? Will you move in? You don’t belong with Karla and you don’t belong at your mum’s.” His posture stiffens, like he’s holding still.

  My smile builds. “Oh is that right? So where do I belong?”

  “With me.” There’s a gleam in his eye, as he stands up straighter.

  My smile becomes a silly grin as I lean against his body and nudge him. “Hmm, I think you need to prove it.”

  I squeal as he picks me up and carries me like you would a bride over the threshold and takes me into his bedroom. Then he gently lowers me onto the bed.

  I look up at him for direction, but he simply places a finger across his lips.

  I feel flutters below as I wonder what he has in store for us next.

  After completely stripping off, he lies at the side of me on the bed. He has me face him and pulls the t-shirt off over my head, baring me to him. He pulls my leg over his hip and moves us closer, his hardness resting against my core. His lips meet mine but there’s none of the burning frenzy to it. He takes his time kissing me softly, his tongue teasing with mine, as his hands stroke down my side eliciting goose bumps. When he moves his hand to my hair it’s to gently thread his hands through.

  He breaks the kiss. “I love you, Mia Hamilton, and I’m going to show you just how much.”

  He pushes me back against the bed and I stroke his hair as he moves lower, pushing my thighs gently apart and getting comfy between my legs. The warmth of his breath ghosts over my core before a swift lick of his tongue has my thighs coming up off the bed and my gasping his name. He takes his time with soft and gentle lazy licks until I don’t think I can take much more and then he leaves me, moving back up my body until his eyes are looking into mine.

  “Eyes open, Mia.” Is the only instruction he gives and it’s a plea, not a demand.

  We stare into each other’s eyes while he gently pushes inside me, his pace slow and measured. And I know that he is loving me—making love to me, not fucking me—once again telling me without words what’s on his mind. He moves within me and then pulls back, never taking his gaze away from me. He quickens the pace but remains gentle. As we find our releases once more, together this time, the words are on his tongue as he explodes within me.

  “I love you, I love you, I love you.”

  “I love you too,” I reply, a tear falling down my cheek.

  He wipes it from my face, his own expression tormented.

  “Deacon, it’s happiness,” I tell him and his face relaxes.

  “Thank God for that.” He exhales deeply. “So will you move in with me?”

  I lift a hand to his cheek and stroke down the side of his face. “I’m already here, Deacon, and I’m going nowhere. I take your past and your future. No matter what you throw at me, I’m staying. Just
know that I’ll give you back just as much as you dish out if not more.”

  “I’m counting on it.” He smiles; that dark, delicious, tempting smile that I simply can’t resist.

  “You’re mine, Mia Hamilton.” he declares as he folds me into his arms and pulls the cover over us both, and as the cover reaches my chin and is tucked underneath, I hear him say,

  “Forever.”

  Chapter Thirty-Nine

  Deacon

  Mia had all her stuff moved in from both Karla’s and her mum’s the next day and we set about rearranging my penthouse so that it could accommodate a couple and not just a shell of a man stumbling through life one fuck up to the next. It took some convincing on her part to get me to agree to change my dark grey sheets for a lighter colour and to have candles and fucking cushions on every surface that apparently needed them—they were perfectly fine before—but one look in her eyes and I knew I could never refuse her anything.

  The first few days are remarkably easy and we fall in to some kind of routine. We talk through everything and get to know who the other really is without any games, or ulterior motives. We also fuck on every single surface of the house at least once. I’ve never enjoyed my home more, but I know that as tomorrow rolls around everything is going to change once again. I’ve got to get back to work and Mia’s got to try to figure out what she wants to do now. After finding a boxful of law textbooks and discovering another secret side of her that I found incredibly sexy—I mean, what red hot blooded male wouldn’t want Mia defending them in court?—I tried convincing her to graduate and then come and work for the B.A.D. legal department. Fuck knows they need all the help they can get with CEO’s of the likes of myself, Tyler, Antony, Oliver, and Jack. We basically roll from one lawsuit and fuck up to the next with one thing or another. But sadly, she wasn’t overjoyed by the idea. I was, however, already excited about the prospect of her spending her days in the same office building as me and being able to bend her over my desk during our lunch breaks. All joking aside, I understand her need to be her own person and do her own thing and I’ll support her with whatever she decides.