Sordid Seduction (Sordid Trilogy #1)

by Natalie Bennett

  I sipped my drink and glanced around Vanity, wondering where the fuck Seth was. Jewels, the bartender, and one of the solider's who worked for me sister kept trying to get my attention. So far she'd flashed her nipple rings, bent over in front of me, and kept giving me fuck me eyes.

  I'd done that twice already, I was no longer interested. There wasn't anything I hated more than vanilla sex and bullshit. My phone buzzed, seeing my brothers name I swiped my thumb across the screen and made sure it wasn't on speaker.

  "I got her," was all he said before hanging up, but not before I heard the muffled yells in the background. That explained why Seth was late. Both his girls were now missing. He didn't suspect a thing amiss on our end. Jax was technically in Vegas, balls deep in his ex-wife. It was impossible for him to have taken Abigail.

  She wasn't that important to me. But she was too Willow, and I needed an insurance policy for the future.

  "Have you found anything else on her?" I slipped my phone back into my pocket and skipped over his first comment.

  "I'm waiting on a phone call, then I should know something," Enrique sighed. I nodded and took another sip of my drink. I'd be gone all day again, there was too much shit I needed to keep track of. Most of the Capos did exceptional handling what needed to be handled. But I had worked to got damn hard to fix all my father's greedy fuck ups to relax right now.

  I had stocked the house with food, and Willow wasn't confined to a room like a caged animal. That would have to be good enough for now.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Willow

  The same smell of fresh coffee greeted me again when I woke the next morning. I blinked the sleep from my eyes and glared through the bright sunlight, looking around the room.

  Pierce was gone, after he had used his hand to make me come, he sat watching me until I fell asleep. I had been completely aware of him holding me when he finally laid down. His firm defined body pressed into mine, his strong arms securely wrapped around me. I was ashamed to admit it had felt...nice. The scent of him lingered on my skin and even more so on his side of the bed

  No one had ever held me like that before, Abigail was the only person who ever even hugged me. She was my best friend, the sister I once had, reincarnated as a sweet, spunky soul. I missed her. It felt like I'd been gone for months instead of two days.

  My throat didn't hurt near as bad anymore, and my clit tingled from the previous night's events. I pulled my knees to my chest and stared blankly across the room.

  There was no one to blame for this situation other than myself. I knew having anything to do with Pierce would end badly, but I never expected him to fucking kidnap me.

  If I wouldn't have followed Pierce. No, if I wouldn't have let Pierce fuck me in his office I wouldn't be here right now. But why was I here? It had to go beyond him wanting to break me, whatever the hell that meant. What if Seth did have something to do with Jackson Serban's death? It wasn't impossible to believe. I saw Seth as my father, and sometimes that made me forget who he really was. What else could this be about?

  My dad was probably organizing a manhunt by now to find me. But I wasn't holding out much hope for that. If he knew Pierce had me, I'd have been rescued the first night I got here.

  Running my fingers through my hair, I got out of bed and slipped on my robe. Once I discovered Pierce was actually gone again, I searched the entire house from top to bottom. Even going as far as swinging the barstools at the windows. That didn't get me anything but a half-broken chair.

  There was a total of three locked doors in the house. One, I assumed went to the garage, and the other two were isolated, blocking me from the other side of the house.

  I wondered how long he had been planning this. The place had clearly been proofed for this purpose. Or Pierce was a psycho, and this was a sick hobby of his, I sincerely hoped not.

  A clock hanging in the living room read eleven-thirty. I scrubbed my hands over my face as if that would ease the pounding in my head. Standing from the couch, I made my way over to the kitchen and began to open the cabinets. Someone had stocked them with food.

  I found a loaf of bread and put together a cold cut, before grabbing a can of tea from the fridge. As I ate my sandwich, my mind went over everything. Every little word I had ever said to him and vice versa. He was so arrogantly charming, so flawlessly put together. He hid his dark side incredibly well.

  He also clearly had secrets, and he thought I did as well, but all I had was a shameful past I couldn't bring myself to tell him about. I was ashamed to tell the man who kidnapped me, about my past. Yeah, I had my own set of issues for sure.

  When I was done eating, I pitched everything in the trash. I don't know what made me open the freezer, bored curiosity I suppose. At first glance, it looked like a regular run of the mill ice box, stocked with foods I couldn't imagine Pierce eating.

  It was the large ziplock bag wedged in the back corner that caught my attention. I reached in and pulled it out. It wasn't heavy, but it wasn't exactly light either. It had to have been there at least a few days, there was freezer frost on the outside of it.

  I turned it over, studying it, trying to figure out what I was looking at. It was the pulmonary veins and aorta that gave it away.

  Pierce had a heart in his freezer. And he had to of been the one to put it there. I'd thrown the bag back inside I soon as I realized what I was holding. My stomach churned. How much did you have to hate a person to want to take the heart from their chest? What kind of mindset did you have to be in to actually do it? I wasn't sure I wanted to know the answer to that.

  The longer I was alone, the more I noticed how insanely clean Pierce was. Not a speck of dust or crumb was in sight, the floor was insanely shiny, and even the damn groceries seemed to be put away in some kind of chronological order. His closet was nothing but a capsule wardrobe. Dress shirts in dark gray, black, navy, and white hung in color-coordinated rows. Everything else was put away in the same fashion. We were total opposites, I was lucky to find half my clothes in my closet on a good day

  As day turned to night, a light rain began to fall. Shortly after it was a full blown thunderstorm and the power went out. There wasn't anything comparable to being stuck in a giant dark house in the middle of the woods. By the time Pierce arrived, my paranoia was at an all-time high. I was praying whoever the frozen heart belonged to wasn't around. That was my paranoia taking over.

  He entered the house carrying two large brown paper bags and another large bag that read Agent Provocateur on the front of it. He glanced at me sitting on the couch and took his bags to the kitchen. I got up and trailed after him, like a puppy that had been alone for too long.

  "How long have you been in the dark?"

  "Forever!" I answered on the verge of hysteria.

  He paused in the middle of unloading his bags and looked at me, even in the dark I could see the amusement on his face.

  "That's a bit dramatic, Rebel. Are you afraid of the dark?"

  "Sometimes." I didn't tell him this was because of my horror movie obsession.

  "There is never a reason to be afraid of the dark. I'll let you in on a little secret, monsters don't disappear in the light." He bent down and opened the cabinet beneath the sink, leaving me to turn his statement over in my head.

  Was he talking about himself? The heart. I didn't want to bring it up. What if he got upset I found it? What if that's what he planned to do to me? I had to get the Hell out of here.

  "Go shower and put this on. Minus the robe," he stood and thrust two bags into my arms with a flashlight balanced on top of them.

  "You have fifteen minutes." He turned away again and ignored me altogether. The sex in his office seemed almost like a distant dream. If it wasn't for the ache between my legs, I might have thought it was. I watched him, feeling more confused than ever before.

  His suit was still perfectly pressed. He moved with confidence like he didn't have a care in the world, and power emanated from him. I wanted to grab hold
of my shoulders and shake myself for being so attracted to him.

  "Ten minutes," he added, still not looking at me.

  "What happens after ten minutes?"

  "Then I do it for you." That didn't scare me, he didn't scare me. I'd dealt with a real monster before, and Pierce wasn't one. Even if he did have a heart in the freezer. Because that sounds logical.

  I didn't think it was wise to test a man that kept organs in his freezer, so I clicked on my flashlight and wandered down the hall into the main bathroom.

  Flipping the bags upside down on the vanity, I found one held hygiene products, the other held some kind of lingerie. I picked up a black mesh chemise and matching G-string. This is what he wanted me to wear? Seriously? Whatever, what would griping and whining about some lingerie get me? Surely not a ride back to my father's.

  There wasn't exactly a handbook written on how to act when you've been kidnapped. Throwing myself on the floor and crying wasn't an option. Maybe someone else would have decided now was the time to prove they had lady balls. That was idiotic at best.

  Fight Pierce? Yeah right. I wasn't a pushover, and I could handle myself in a brawl just fine without resorting to cat scratches and hair pulling. But I wasn't delusional either. He could hand my ass to me on a silver platter. Last night was a lesson learned. Plus, did I really want to provoke him? No.

  I was trying to be smart about this, but I had no idea how to go about doing that. Sure, I could ask why he did it, and why I was here. But I didn't really give a fuck about why. Knowing why wasn't going to free me any faster than the reason it got me here.

  Beg him to let me go? I'm sure that worked for about zero percent of people who were kidnapped.

  By the time I'd showered, brushed my teeth, and hair. I knew ten minutes had well elapsed. Dressing quickly, still not giving a shit about what I had on. I crept back down the hall to the kitchen, stopping when I saw Pierce staring into the freezer. He knows. He looked lost in his own little world.

  I was debating if I should run down the hall and lock myself in the bathroom, or play it off like I had no idea there was an entire human organ in his fridge. The choice was made for me when he finally glanced over and saw I was watching him.

  "Come here," he gruffly commanded, making no effort to move away from the refrigerator. Telling myself to get my shit together, I steeled my spine and went to him. I still wasn't afraid, but even if I were I'd never let him know it.

  I stopped mere inches from him, tilting my head up so I could look into his face. He took his time letting his gaze sweep over my body, studying me like I was a rare artifact. When the blue eyes that kept haunting me finally met mine, I couldn't deny I liked what I saw in them.

  Treacherous butterflies took flight in my stomach. Stop it. My mind harshly reprimanded me.

  Pierce reached out and grabbed my wrist, pulling me in front of him and the open freezer. With the power being out, no cold air flowed out of the stainless steel box. The first thing I noticed was that he'd taken the heart out, it was no longer in the freezer. Pierce pressed into me from behind, sliding his arms around my waist.

  "Why do you think you're here Rebel?" He rested his chin on my shoulder and spoke in my ear. I only had one answer, it was the only thing that made sense every time I went over the possibilities.

  "My dad hurt yours," I turned my head to look at him. He looked thoughtful for a minute.

  "No," he kissed my cheek and moved back, turning me around, and pressing me against the fridge. No? I furrowed my brows, searching his handsome face for answers. Then why am I here?

  The small lamp by the sofa flickered back on, adding a dim glow to the room. Pierce lifted his hand and ran his knuckles down the left side of my face.

  "You saw the heart." A statement, not a question.

  "What heart?" I asked coyly, playing dumb. He clucked his tongue at me and shook his head.

  "You're too smart, to pretend to be dumb. So, I'll ask you again. Did you or didn't you see the heart?" His voice had gone hard, he drilled his eyes into mine, daring me to lie.

  I hated the way he was talking to me, and I was still pissed he choked me. My temper got the better of me despite my struggle to keep it in check.

  "I didn't see a heart. What kind of psycho has a heart in the freezer?" I snapped, mentally kicking myself in the ass. So much for not provoking him.

  "I never said there was a heart in the freezer."

  Shit.

  A smile spread across his face, but there wasn't anything friendly about it.

  "I've been easy on you. But I think we need to go over some rules," Pierce kept his gaze trained on me and began to loosen his tie.

  Dread began to build in my stomach. Please don't let this man be into some sadistic kink.

  "Don't worry Rebel, I won't make you call me master. As long as you treat me like one." I gritted my teeth and glared at him. "The first rule, don't ever lie to me again. Secondly, the word No, it doesn't exist when I tell you to do something. And thirdly, like I already told you, when I do tell you to do something. Just do it," he pulled his red tie over his head and looked at me expectantly. He could take his rules and shove them all the way up his arrogant ass.

  "You already broke rule number one. Twice," he took his suit jacket off and sat it on the kitchen counter.

  "I want you on your knees," he placed his hands on my shoulders and forced me down. My knees hit the cold floor the same time the fridge came back to life.

  "I'm not doing this," I attempted to get up, and that was the equivalent of poking the beast.

  "Oh, Rebel, I love how you think you have a choice." Grabbing a fistful of my hair, he pushed me back down and held me in place, using one hand to undo his slacks.

  "If you bite me I will pull every last tooth from your mouth and then replace you with your sister," he warned, pressing his swollen head against my lips. His words had me springing into action before they fully sunk in. Not Abbi. He could do whatever he wanted to me if it kept my sister safe.

  I opened my mouth, and he wasted no time pushing in. My choking didn't deter him. Unpleasant memories surfaced, I had to force bile back down my throat. This isn't Richard. My eyes dampened, tears threatened to spill, but I didn't let them.

  Using my hands to try and stop him from pushing in how he wanted to only made it worse.

  "You're determined to push boundaries," he grabbed hold of my hands and wrapped his tie around them.

  He worked himself back into my mouth once I was disabled. Thrusting in and out, forcing me to take him all the way. His cock tasted just like his body wash, I knew this because I opened it earlier and smelled it. Struggling, I did the best I could to appease him. The quicker he finished, the faster he'd get his dick out of my mouth. Forcing myself to relax, I squeezed my eyes shut.

  "Look at me," he gripped my hair tighter and forced my eyes to open.

  He looked down at me, bracing himself with one hand on the fridge that was now spilling out cold air. His blue eyes were dark, full of something I couldn't explain, that I didn't understand.

  The worst part of all this is that I wasn't bothered about having him in my mouth. I would have done anything for him if he'd only asked me. The realization that he isn't who I thought he was hurt far worse than it should have. I could tell he was getting close, his movements were becoming harsher and faster.

  "The heart," he grunted out. He wants to talk about this now?

  "My father used to say he didn't have a heart, so the day I killed him I carved it from his chest to prove that he did."

  Chapter Fourteen

  Willow

  He forced me to swallow every drop. I wiped my mouth and shot daggers at him with my eyes.

  "Don't look at me like that, you'll get used to it." He patted my head like I was a Golden Retriever and began to warm up the food he'd gotten. I stared at him, down on my knees wondering how I missed this side of him. His confession slowly began sinking in, and my head started to spin. He killed his father. I
was speechless, more than a little caught off guard, and extremely concerned about Pierce's mental state.

  "Get up, it's time to eat," he brushed past me carrying plates of food in his hands.

  "I'm not hungry." How could he even suggest I sit down for a meal after what he just made me do? And after what he just told me? The aftertaste of his ejaculation was fresh on my tongue

  "I see you're going to have some issues adjusting. I'll handle it later, now get up and come eat," he reprimanded me, dropping the plates on the dining table. I slowly rose from the floor and walked to the chair he had pulled out for me. He didn't pay much attention to me once we were both sitting. His phone got his full attention, it seemed to go off every ten seconds.

  "Let's lighten the mood some shall we?" Pierce slid his phone into his pocket and gave me his full attention.

  "Let's pretend this is our first date," Pierce grinned. I scoffed and crossed my arms. This man was the definition of Doctor Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.

  "My hair is a mess, I'm in see through lingerie, and your dick was just in my mouth. I think we surpassed first date protocol."

  "And you've never looked sexier. My dick in your mouth should be a trademark." He couldn't be serious. After everything, he wanted to sit around and commence a session of shits and giggles?

  "Are you trying to joke right now?"

  "Rebel, I would never joke about something so serious. My cock looks right at home in your mouth," he wiped his mouth with a napkin and stood.

  "Come on," he called over his shoulder, pitching our plates in the trash. I sat for a few seconds, counting to three, and then got up to follow him upstairs to his bedroom.

  "Get comfortable, I'll be in shortly," he gestured towards his bed, making his way into the en suite. I should have known he didn't want me to wear lingerie just to give him a blowjob and eat takeout. After we both had brushed our teeth, he got in the shower, and I laid in his bed on my side.