by Dakota Black
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Olivia removed her coat, folding the no doubt expensive tailor-made piece over the back of a chair then proceeded to slip out of her dress and heels. She never wore any underwear, a simple requirement he’d made from the beginning. When she was fully naked, she eased onto her knees, bending at the waist, her arms over her head, waiting for his direction.
He hadn’t brought his bag of implements or a special whip, only the clamps and chains secured in his jacket pocket. While his mood and hunger was dark, perhaps bordering on heinous, he desired a simple meeting. Maybe he needed to believe he was normal, somewhere deep inside. The thought gave him a smile.
Yanking the silver chain from his pocket, he held the nipple and clit clamps in front of him, allowing the clamps to clink against the metal. He could sense her moment of fear, trepidation that affected her breathing.
Snake crouched down, rubbing the tips of his fingers down the length of her spine. She was full figured, her breasts considered voluptuous, but her waist remained small. An hour glass beauty. He allowed his fingers to travel to the crack of her ass.
She reached back, using both hands to open her ass cheeks and lifted her hips into the air, her face pressed against the cheap, cold tile. Sliding his index finger into his mouth, he slickened it before wiggling the tip into her asshole. There was always a sense of relief as he pumped in and out, adding a second then third finger when she relaxed. Fucking a woman in the ass was a favorite.
She whimpered slightly then clamped her ass muscles around the thick invasion, but she remained shivering.
Snake continued to thrust in and out then exhaled before standing. Fisting her hair, he yanked her head until she looked into his eyes. After a slight jerk, she struggled to rise to her feet, her hands at her sides. Using one hand, he cupped and squeezed her breast, rolling the soft flesh in his fingers as he dug the tips into her tender tissue.
Olivia’s lower lip continued to quiver, but her expression was one of heated desire as well as letting go.
“My beautiful whore.”
“Yes, sir.”
Rubbing the flat of his hand down her stomach, he fingered her shorn pussy, nodding in approval. She never failed him. “Open your legs.”
“Yes, sir.” Obeying without hesitation, she widened her stance.
Snake pinched both nipples, twisting and pulling until they stood at full attention. Her aureoles were large, a rosy pink. Bending down, he sucked on one, swirling his tongue then biting down. He loved the taste of her skin, sweet. Salty. When he was satisfied, he eased back and held out the clamps, his eyes twinkling.
Her mouth was no longer quaking, her lips now in a perfect ‘O’. Arching her back, she jutted out her breasts, offering. Begging.
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Chapter 1
Darkness. Secrets. Lies. Revenge. The words are something I live with every day. They haunt me no matter where I go, no matter what I do. I will never be free of the evil that I created, the tortures I allowed. I will never allow anyone to get close, to learn about the monster inside. If they do, they will be destroyed…
You will die for your sins…
“Senator Wallace, why are you singling out various oil companies?” The reporter inched closer, the cameraman following her lead.
Katherine Wallace stood at the podium, her eyes sweeping the crowd, her thoughts drifting to the note she’d received only the morning before, two hours after her decision to hold a press conference. She’d called the event to stir up a hornet’s nest or five. There was no denying the fact. She was ready to take her platform to another level.
But she had enemies.
“Because, Jamie, and I hope you don’t mind me calling you Jaime, corporations like Rush Enterprises, Canfield Oil Refinery and the Shotts Corporation have a clear-cut requirement to maintain the various ecosystems with regard to their processes. They haven’t lived up to their moral or ethical duties. They are single handedly responsible for polluting our oceans. It’s time that we put a stop to the senseless killing of our precious ocean life. Only we can stiffen the laws and force these corporations to uphold them.”
The words rung out
into the audience, the once quiet hush turning into a frenzy of questions as the other reporters clamored to get close.
“Senator Wallace, how are you planning on stopping these large corporations?”
“Senator Wallace, have you tried talking with these corporations?”
“Senator Wallace, how will these new laws effect your ability to become re-elected?”
The questions came fast and furious.
Re-election? That was in eighteen months. Everything seemed to be about politics instead of concentrating on the important issues. An odd sensation slithered down her spine and she scanned the audience. Was the person responsible for the recent and very personal threat in the crowd? There was no way of telling.
Katherine held up her hands as she noticed three men walking in from the side door, moving close to the stage. She’d been prepared for the presence of several corporate attorneys. To see two members of Rush Enterprises, including the former and current CEO waiting in the wings, she was delighted. The news had traveled fast, which meant the new referendum was being taken seriously. “Let me be very clear about this. What I’m doing has nothing to do with my chances for re-election. What I am doing is holding every member of Congress as well as every constituent accountable for their actions. We. Need. New. Laws.”
The crowd roared, clapping and whistling.
She could care less about basking in the revelry that seemed to accompany this type of grandstanding. What she’d set out to accomplish had occurred. She’d garnered the notice of at least one major corporation. Let the games begin. Hearing a guttural laugh, she turned her head.
A single man from the group approached the stage, his eyes never leaving her. His gait was slow, on purpose no doubt, and he headed in her direction as if he was simply going to stand by her side.
The closer he came, the more she was able to see the look in his eyes. Dark. Dangerous. The man held a look of contempt as well as amusement. He was also stunning, captivating in a way that took her breath away. Who the hell was this guy? She knew everyone at the various corporations, including several environmental engineers, and this man didn’t register. “I think we might have a corporation willing to confront my concerns, answer some questions.” She was only guessing, but she could tell by the single look the mysterious guest gave her that she was dead on.
The man took the stairs slowly, his gaze finally looking out into the audience. He remained stoic, zero expression on his face. As he approached, he gave her a hard once over.
Katherine could swear he had a sneer on his face, a look of sheer boredom. “And may I ask who you are?”
He held his hand over the microphone and turned in her direction. “Are you entirely certain you want to do this?”
“This? If you mean trying to get some accurate and solid answers for a change, then yes. I’m very much certain I want to do this.” She kept her smile as he narrowed his eyes, the look of contempt remaining. He was unlike the others from Rush. Wearing dark jeans and a simple T-shirt, his inked arms and rugged physique were sexy as hell, and certainly not about corporate business. Still, this was Texas and men continued to believe they ruled the world.
“Very well. Be careful what you ask for, Ms. Senator.” He turned to face the audience, uncovering the microphone.
The crowd jeered at first then when he remained with his hands in his pockets, his eyes never blinking, they quieted down.
“I apologize for the interruption, but Senator Wallace doesn’t have her facts straight. While I can only speak for Rush Enterprises, I can tell you in no uncertain terms that the corporation spends a solid thirty percent of their oil refinery budget ensuring that the ecosystems are kept to within the requirements issued by the Federal government. In fact, they have exceeded these requirements by almost twenty percent since opening their doors. Sadly, the senator, while I’m certain that she means well, found irresponsible sources and their misinformation should be considered criminal.”
Criminal. The single word was enough to cause a near riot. The reporters swarmed the stage, sticking their microphones over the edge, clamoring for any story. The story. The asshole had the nerve to leave the stage. Great. Now, it looked like she was in collusion with another party.
Katherine could see the headlines now. She sucked in her breath and thought about her rebuttal as the man simply walked off the stage without so much as offering his name or his title. However, she knew, given the way he talked, that the man wasn’t just on the payroll. He’d been sent to singlehandedly stop her in her tracks. No matter what he had to do.
She watched as the reporters followed the man to the sidelines, trailing after him like lap dogs, ready to chow down on any tidbit of additional information. Then she saw the smug looks on the other two companions as they waved to her, grinning like Cheshire cats. This wasn’t what she’d set out to do. Damn the assholes.
The moment the three men walked out of the arena, she had to fight to keep her composure. This wasn’t going to end here. She would have her say and she would find out the identity of the man in black. Yes, she was going to ruin him.
“Senator Wallace. Can you comment on the statement?”
“Senator Wallace. Are you able to provide additional truthful information?”
And so, it began.
“I don’t give a shit what the man said. He’s the one relying on bad information. We have factual proof of what’s been going on at Rush enterprises. Don’t give me a load of crap, Frank. I’m not going to take it!”
“Katy. Try and relax. You know how Rush Enterprises is. They enjoy the limelight. Granted, I have no idea who their new spokesman is, but the guy had a point,” Frank said then laughed. “You jumped on the material sent to you without double checking your sources.”
“Had a point? He basically called me a liar on television. And I most certainly did check my sources,” Katherine snapped, knowing she’d merely accepted the data provided. Had she been wrong to believe the scathing reports? She was so off her game lately, barreling headlong into this cause and for what reason? To prove a point to her long dead father? Her gut told her she was rushing headlong into disaster.
“And don’t call me Katy!” Just because she’d actually slept with the man once, he thought he could take liberties no other man dared to try. To say she was furious didn’t even begin to describe the rush of emotions rolling inside of her. Frank Sapino was a damn shark and while he was well-respected, no one knew the kind of man he really was.
Or what he was capable of.
Frank sighed. “Look, they could call you an alien and the news would eat it up. They’re bucking to pull you off your pedestal. You know that. Just get your facts straight and have another conversation with Rush directly. Challenge them. Find a way to best those considered unbeatable. You always do, my dear.”
Now, he was calling her a dear and his innuendoes were clear. She was ready to reach through the phone. The mistake had been to let him into her condominium, let alone her bed. “Fine. I’ll issue a challenge all right. Just find out who this joker is. You have enough damn connections.” She ended the call and leaned over her desk. Yes, the cause was important to her. Granted, she was trying to make a new name for herself. This was… Blasphemous. Frank was pushing to take over her senior position and given her extended time spent in Washington D.C., the man was winning over the employees. How the hell, she’d never know. The man was an asshole.
And she’d thought shifting from prosecuting criminals to working with the environment was going to be a cakewalk. What a crock of shit. She wrung her hands and allowed her mind to shift to the past. She certainly had her reasons for leaving criminal law, given the bastards she’d put away, her decision boosting her desire to run for senate. What had she been thinking? Don’t second guess. You can’t. All she’d been doing was second guessing. She was in over her head in a pool of quicksand, piranhas waiting for her final fuck-up.
She didn’t want to look at the five o’clock news, but her curio
sity got the better of her. Turning on the television, she flipped to the station that normally had her back, the very one who’d helped get her elected in the first place.
“The event held at the Starling arena today included an announcement from renowned Senator, Katherine Wallace regarding her work on the environment. While announcing her latest push regarding proposed changes in the law, a representative from Rush Enterprises managed to stop the show.”
Stop the show? Who were they kidding? The man barely said anything. She watched once again as the enigmatic man turned toward the microphone, her thoughts drifting to the words he’d said to her. He certainly seemed to have been informed about her style, her methods of what so many referred to as interrogation. A byproduct of her career in the law.
She heard the door open and noticed her assistant hovering in the doorway. Turning down the sound, she waited as the spunky girl watched the news in awe. “Maggie. Is there something you need?”
Maggie took a step inside, her face pinched. In her hand was a vase full of flowers.
“Maggie. Why are you here?” Katherine heard the almost aggressive growl in her tone. She noticed the bouquet and hair stood up on the back of her neck.
“Oh. I’m sorry. Yes, Ms. I mean Senator Wallace. These were just delivered.”
“Maggie, you can call me Katherine in the office. Do you know who they’re from?” She eyed the deep red roses and shuddered. They were a distinct reminder of two situations and both were wretched.
