“I love your skin like this. Ripe and colored from my mark. Your perky ass, begging to be spanked. Tell me, just how hard do you want it?”
I moan just thinking about how hard I want it. I want to be pounded into next week I want it so hard. I push my ass back into his thick erection until I get a solid growl out of him. “Creed, fuck me, or I swear to God—”
He slams into me. I practically choke on my threat as my body jerks up the bed. He pulls out, slamming back in. “Is this what you want?” Once more, he drives his cock in, causing him to go almost too deep.
“Yes, yes…” My eyes close trying to hold on to reality. God, he feels so good. Talk about a lunch of champions. I’m about to let go when he stops and pulls out.
“Hold tight, baby, I’m flipping you.” And like a feather, he flips my body so my back hits the mattress. His mouth is instantly around my breast, sucking at my nipple. I tug at my restrained hands, wanting to dig my fingers into his hair. I love when he ties me up, but then I don’t get to grab at his hair and tug hard while he worships my body.
“I love fucking you, getting a full view of your beautiful ass, but I love your flushed face and your perfect fucking tits.” He takes my other nipple in his mouth and pulls with his teeth. I moan, once again pulling the ties, aching to be free.
“Creed,” I whimper, needing more. He lifts his head, his eyes on fire.
“What do you want, Kitten?” The ultimate question. He always asks me what I want. As if all that happens is on me. Ask and I shall receive.
“Kiss me.”
His eyes dart to my lips. One thing to know about Creed is that he’s a kisser. Rough, hard, devouring you, kind of kisser. He isn’t your average ‘make out’ sweet and gentle kinda guy. He will kiss you, ravish you, but he won’t kiss you. So when the simple request is made, he knows exactly what I’m asking for.
And he shockingly gives it to me.
He leans down and applies his lips to mine. He kisses me, working my lips apart and his tongue slides inside my mouth. It’s unusually slow and gentle. His tongue finds mine and we create a slow dance between us. Finally pulling away, I groan at the absence.
“Ahhh, there it is. That purr.”
I struggle under his weight, needing to be free. Needing to touch him. “Creed, untie me.”
His smile is feral. Dangerous. “And you expect me to obey you?”
“I need you to untie me. I need you to kiss me like that again, and I need to wrap myself around you so you can’t ever stop.”
His body stiffens. I feel it instantly.
I fucked up.
I got too personal with him and he’s going to try and bolt.
It’s then he brings his hand quickly off the bed, and grabs for the tie, unlatching my hands. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you—”
He shuts me up by crushing his lips to mine. He doesn’t force my mouth open as he normally does, but allows our lips to collide and mesh into one another. My hands go into his hair and my fingers lock deep into his scalp, pulling his head closer. I kiss him back, showing him that this is what I want. I don’t want just the physical, I want the emotional parts too. And in this kiss, I can feel he does too.
We go on for what seems like hours, until he lifts his torso, guiding his cock to my entrance. He doesn’t slam into me this time, but slowly pushes, never breaking our kiss. The slowness of his assault is something new, but something so perfect. Moaning into his mouth, he grunts with each slow thrust and we continue until I’m clenching around him and we both release.
Coming down from such a strange, yet euphoric high, we both struggle with what to say to one another. For starters, this is the first time he’s come inside me. The feeling unfamiliar, yet strangely erotic.
Creed lifts his head after resting it on my chest to catch his breath and our eyes lock.
“What?” I ask, wanting–needing– to know what he’s thinking.
“I think you’re—”
The sounds of locks and the front door opening fills the condo. We both jolt our heads toward the bedroom door until a voice echoes throughout the condo.
“Creed?”
It takes a few short seconds for the voice to register. For both of us.
“Fuck!” Creed pulls out and jumps off me.
Panic ripples through my entire body. “Tell me that’s not Steven?”
“It is, get dressed.” He picks up my blouse and tosses it at me. I sit up, grabbing for it and throwing it over my shoulders.
“What are you going to do? He can’t know I’m here!” I’m trying to jam my arm into my sleeve, but it won’t budge. “Fuck!” I cry, totally freaking out.
“Just calm the fuck down. Stay in here. I’ll get rid of him.”
Before I can tell him to not mention me, he’s gone.
Holy fuck.
Holy fuck.
Holy fuck!!
I’m in complete panic mode. I jump off the bed and stick my ear to the door. I can’t hear anything so I crack it open, allowing the voices to filter through.
“What are you doing here?”
“Can’t I pay my baby brother a visit?” Just hearing Steven’s voice chills my bones.
“I would oblige this brotherly visit, but it’s also unlike you. What do you want, Steven?” I don’t miss the harshness toward his brother. If I didn’t already know there was a rift between them, the way Creed speaks to him confirms it.
“Still mad at me, I see. Well, I’m here about the Wheatland project.”
Wheatland project.
“Well, now’s not a good time. I’ll call you later on it.” Creed’s voice is sounding farther away as if he’s walking toward the front door.
“It will just take a second, for Christ’s sake. This is business.”
I hear Creed huff, opening the front door. “Again, like I said, bad timing.”
“Creed, I just need to know where the Wheatland case stands. I helped you invest in Roe Inc., and now I want to know where my investment is. I gave you the Wheatland case, knowing I had interest in it. It was supposed to be completed a week ago. Is Todd ready to flip yet or not?”
The room is suddenly silent, but my ears are ringing as loud as a train whistle.
Roe Inc.
Todd.
Wheatland.
“Oh, my God.” I cover my mouth. Creed owns Roe Inc. This whole time. I begin frantically shaking my head. A billion thoughts race through my mind at once. The job offer. My resume. He was the only one who saw my resume. The day in the hotel. The phone call. He hired me. But why? A pain erupts in my stomach as I stumble away from the door. I can’t hear any more.
He set me up.
My mind shifts to Todd. Did he know?
No. no. no.
I’m shaking my head, a whirlwind of hurtful thoughts circling, threatening to suffocate me.
By the time the door shuts behind Steven, I know I’m fucked. She heard. “Fuck.” I pull at my wild hair, the anger building quickly inside me. I want to run out my door and pummel my brother. Hit him with all my power for every single time he’s ruined something good for me. Taken from me. Destroyed whatever happiness I somehow manage to fucking find.
I would too if I didn’t have to go explain to the woman in my room, who has me in fucking knots. I’m half-expecting her to barrel out of my room before I even make it there, ready to punch me and leave. Shit, I would if I were her.
The moment I knew this thing with her was more than just a game for me, I should have come clean. With all of it. But I didn’t. My cocky self actually thought it wouldn’t come to this. And if it did, she would be too smitten with me to be all that upset. I knew she liked me. Wanted me. I ate up the smiles and the laughter. The small touches and the moments she pretended she was being sly and resting as she laid on my chest. Little does she know, I allowed that shit to happen. I wanted her cheek pressed against my chest while I felt her smooth tits pressed against my skin. The way her fingers would graze up and down my r
ibcage, feigning to catch her breath. I played dumb for her sake, but I ate it all up. I also knew that it was no longer a game with her. Because I wanted her. And more than just her smokin’ body. Her mind was incredible. Her thoughts, opinions, her jokes; dammit, she was perfect. She was like a goddamn ray of sunshine whenever she walked in a room. And I just couldn’t get enough of her.
I also knew I didn’t plan on ever letting her go either.
The day she told me that Todd had touched her, I saw red. If I weren’t harboring the secret about Roe Inc., I would have walked in with her and beat the crap out of him then and there. But after work, when I left him a message, letting him know I was coming back to the office and to wait for me, I made my move.
I didn’t wait for him to explain. A straight shot to the face, and the simple statement, “Touch her again and you’re done here.” Then I walked out. He didn’t follow me or try and explain. Most likely because he wanted his job. Who wouldn’t. He ran a multimillion dollar investment company, making fucking bank. I gave that to him. But if he touched my girl again, I would take it all away.
And yeah, I called her my girl. Because she was. It was right then and there I knew the games were done. I wasn’t willing to play around, and risk losing her. I wanted her. I didn’t do relationships, and I didn’t know how to have one with her, so I continued to keep my distance in that territory. But the more time I spent with her, the less I wanted her to leave.
I thought about rezoning her fucking building so she had nowhere to live. That’s when I would swoop in and save the damsel. But then again, I’ve said it before, I’m not her hero. And in the end, this won’t turn out to be anyone’s fairy tale.
Making my way to my bedroom, my footsteps feel like fucking lead. The fact that I hear weeping guts me. I should have fucking told her. All of it. I appear in my doorway, and see the tears flowing heavily down her porcelain cheeks. I can’t do anything but stand there, my arms crossed tightly over my chest, silently assessing.
“You own Roe Inc.” It’s a statement, less of a question.
“I do,” I reply. No reason anymore to lie.
My heart fucking grips at the painful look of betrayal and confusion on her face. I watch her breathe in deeply, and respond. “Why?”
“Why what?”
“Why have you kept this from me? Why did you hire me?” she snaps back.
“Because you needed a job.”
More anger explodes through her and she rushes off the bed, taking a pillow and throwing it at me. “I needed a job? So you tricked me? The job recruiter. The offer. The move across the state!?” she yells.
I take a step inside the room, unlocking my arms and point my finger directly at her. I should be the one apologizing for the bullshit I did, but I’m an asshole, so I throw it back in her face. “I helped you when you needed help. It didn’t matter that I owned the company. You were qualified, so the position was yours. It’s not like this wasn’t the best damn decision for you.” She gasps at my statement. True statement. I may have taken the wrong approach with this, but I fucking helped her.
“The best decision for me? As compared to what? Not being manipulated? Lied to? I uprooted my entire life for a lie. I knew this was too good to be true.” She shakes her head. “And it was.” She turns in search of her clothes when my hands are at her shoulders. She whips around, throwing me off her. “Don’t touch me. I want nothing from you. I didn’t need saving, Creed. And certainly not by you.”
Fuck if she didn’t. My anger starts to match hers. I attempt to grab at her again, but she dodges me, pissing me off even more. “Well I saw it otherwise, sweetheart. What, would you have rather stayed in Spokane and wallowed after my brother who didn’t want you? Spend your days wanting him to forgive you because you were the problem?”
“Fuck you.”
“No, tell me. What is it? Would you rather have stayed and continued to pine over him? Is that it? Should I go chase after him, and let him know you’re here?”
“Stop.”
I know I should stop, but I can’t. “Maybe you can offer him your sweet pussy in hopes he might acknowledge just a smidge of you.”
She comes at me, using her closed fists to my chest. “Stop it! Stop it! You bastard!” She pounds away, and I let her. The tears are pouring down her cheeks and I know she is quickly running out of steam. That’s when I take advantage of her weakness, as I’ve done every damn time with her, and I pull her toward me, slamming her into my chest while she begins to sob.
“Shhhh. Calm down,” I whisper in her ear.
“You lied to me.” She cries harder into my chest and it fucking breaks me. I knew this day would come. She would find out about the company. I knew she would be mad, but I never thought she would feel betrayed. I did this to help her. Give her a fresh start, away from the life my brother never offered her. I want to be angry at how unappreciative she is, but I also want her to understand why I did it.
“I did it for your own good,” I coo in her hair.
At that, she abruptly pulls away. She raises her hand to slap me, but I’m quicker catching her wrist. She goes to lift her other one, but again, I’m quicker. Just when she lifts her leg to kick me, I grab for her, turning her and backing her against the wall.
“Let me go,” she demands, trying to make another attempt at swinging at me.
“You need to calm the fuck down. You wanna be mad at me for lying? Fine. You wanna pretend that I’m some fucking asshole, fine too. But don’t discredit my attempt to help you. You needed it. You going to deny that?”
“I could have found a job on my own.”
“Oh yeah? Sick as a dog in that hotel room? Broke?” I throw the truth at her. She fights my grip, but I only tighten my hold on her. “I helped you because you deserved to be helped. You deserved a chance.”
“I deserved the truth!” she spits back.
“Jesus Christ, Kasey, when will you see? I did this for you.” My eyes are boring into hers. My face is so close that I’m fighting not to slam my lips onto hers and kiss the anger right out of her. Fuck her until she can be reasonable with me. I know I fucked up, but if given a redo, I would do it again. Her breathing is labored and I know she’s starting to calm. I watch as her eyes take in my lips. She’s angry, but she wants me more. That’s right, Kitten. Give in to me.
Knowing she’s not going to stop me, I crash my mouth to hers. I part her lips, instantly working my tongue around hers. And just as expected, she kisses me back. There’s a battle in the way she reacts. Rough, just how I like it with her and it makes me hard as fuck. I release her arm, feeling she’s done trying to hit me and immediately they wrap around my neck. I press my hard-as-a-rock cock into her and she moans on contact. I know right now I should take things slow. Show her how much she means to me. But I need to fuck her. And hard. I need to show her what she does to me, in the way I know how. That she’s mine.
I push her body harder into the wall, wrapping my palms around her tight ass, and lifting her. Her legs wrap around me and I grind roughly into her. There is nothing sweet or sensual about what’s happening. Just lust, filled with rage and forgiveness. With a free hand, I work my jeans down my hips, ripping her panties to the side and then I’m slamming inside of her. I can’t help but groan at the sensation of filling her, the way she always sucks me in, wrapping herself around me. I bring my lips back to hers and kiss her while I fuck her fast and hard against the wall.
“Oh, Creed,” she moans like the purring little kitten that she is, pulling roughly at my hair.
“That’s it, Kitten, fucking squeeze me.” She feels so damn good. I pick up the pace, each thrust slamming deeper inside her. I’m probably knocking the wind out of her, but I can’t stop. This is what she does to me. She drives me to the brink of madness. I can feel her clenching around my cock and it angers me. I want to take her for hours and hours. I never want this feeling to end. Being inside her is like heaven. Everything about her is heaven.
“Fuc
k…” I growl, fighting my own orgasm.
Kasey starts moaning loudly as my release triggers every limb in my body. I pump into her one last time and I lose it myself. I match her in her orgasm as I come inside her.
I’M LYING ON CREED’S CHEST as he plays with my hair. After the fight against the wall, he carried me onto his bed and allowed me to cry some more. I felt so betrayed. I wanted to hate him for what he did to me, but I also wanted answers. For once, I could admit that Creed looked unsettled. Nervous at my reaction. As if he was on edge waiting for me to take off. Which I should have. But I chose to stay. Laying me on his bed, he told me he would answer any question I had, and with his willingness to actually open up to me, I chose to take it.
“Did you take my resume from my hotel room?”
“Yes.”
I figured that much. “Why did you hire me? I wasn’t fit for this job and I had no experience.”
His fingers brush through my hair, grazing down my bare back. “I knew you didn’t make it to any recruiters. From what you told me the night before, I knew you needed that job. I didn’t want to intervene. I actually tried not to, but I couldn’t let it lie. So I came into the office, gave Virginia your resume and told her to hire you. Not to let you off the phone until you accepted an offer.”
I want to still be super mad, but that breakdown was super sweet. He barely even knew me and to care about me like that causes a little flip in my stomach. It also reminds me of how embarrassing the first part of my call with Virginia went.
“Oh God, about that…” I feel his chest rumble with laughter, which means he also knows about my first portion of the call.
“How is that coffee maker you requested treating you, by the way?”
I groan, covering my face with my hands, trying to melt into his chest, while he laughs. “Okay, moving on. I need to know. Todd…” I don’t say more.
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