Rules of Bennett: The Complete Collection

by Ember Michaels

  My plan was simple. Now that Bennett knew who I was, I took the time to replicate anything that would dig up old memories of Stephanie when he saw me. The wig that I had curled to resemble the way she used to have her hair. The blood red nail color that she always wore because it was his favorite color. The dress I’d chosen to wear tonight was similar to the dress she would’ve worn to a meeting she would have attended with Bennett had she not been murdered the night before, not that Bennett would know that. While waiting for the weaker part of myself to grant my access, I’d spent plenty of time with my dear half-sister under the guise of bringing him “peace” and “closure.” After what he’d done to me, to both parts of me, I couldn’t forgive so easily. There was only one way to defeat a man like Bennett. Killing him wouldn’t give me much satisfaction, but breaking his heart all over again and leaving him to live with it sounded like a better alternative.

  I would make him suffer.

  A grin settled on my lips as I thought about what I’d done at the club. The power that surged through me as I delivered blow after blow into that man’s skull, his blood splattering my face and dress. The weaker part of myself screamed for me to stop, not because she was afraid, but because it sealed her fate. I’d officially established myself as the more dominant ID and there was nothing she could do. If darkness was what Bennett wanted from me, he’d get more than he bargained for.

  For now, I just had to stick with the plan.

  The shower door opened and I looked over my shoulder to see Bennett step in. Things nearly got hot and heavy in the car, but I became too caught up in the moment and slipped on my wording. And of course, when Bennett stopped and grabbed me, cry baby turned into a babbling idiot and ruined the whole thing. Fear had no place here if I wanted to wage a war against the devil himself.

  But boy, did the devil have a way with pleasure and temptation.

  His touch sent goosebumps along my skin as he wrapped an arm around my waist, his lips on my neck. His thick cock pressed against me and my core ached with need. I turned in his arms and frowned at him.

  “What are you—”

  He cut me off with a single finger on his lips, shaking his head as he backed me into the wall. He cupped the back of my neck with a strong hand and devoured my mouth with so much passion that I was sure my heart stopped. His other arm circled around me, holding me flush against him. His cock jumped against my thigh and my core pulsed, begging for him to fill me.

  “On your knees,” he commanded, his voice husky with need.

  I obeyed, sliding down the wall until I was on my knees before him. He placed his hand on the wall to ground himself, looking down at me as I stroked his growing erection. There was something about the look in his eyes that sent a chill down my spine, but it wasn’t from fear. There was a pain harboring in those chocolate brown eyes of his, one that spoke of grief, of loneliness and confusion. I’d noticed he’d looked like that since my slip up in the car and it made me wonder if he’d planned on punishing my throat once he was in my mouth. Regardless of what he wanted to do to me, I could take it.

  He growled when I took him into my mouth, the satisfaction of pleasing him sending goose bumps along my arm. The tight muscles in his abs flexed as he pumped into my mouth, his eyes closed in ecstasy. Water glided down his chest and soaked me as I worked to fit him into my mouth. He hovered over me, blocking the water from falling into my face. Grabbing the back of my head, he pumped quicker, hitting the back of my throat with each stroke.

  “That’s it, gorgeous,” he groaned. “Such a good girl taking all this cock.”

  I purred in response, reaching between my legs to rub my clit. He frowned at me.

  “No touching what’s mine,” he growled, pulling away from me. He reached down and grabbed me by the throat, bringing his mouth to mine as he pressed me up against the wall again. I sighed against his lips when reached between my legs, cupping my pussy. “This is mine and no one will touch it without permission, not even you. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, sir,” I whispered.

  He crashed our lips together again, his fingers running up and down my wet slit. I whimpered against his lips when he slipped two fingers inside of me, pumping them quick as he stroked my g-spot. My legs slowly grew weak beneath me as pleasure streaked and down my spine, and I had to cling onto him to keep from collapsing.

  “Are you going to come for me?” he murmured in my ear. Pleasure bubbled up inside of me and robbed me of my voice. I came undone before him, my lustful moan bouncing off the tiled walls of the shower as I jerked against his hand as it continued to pump against me. He wasted no time removing his fingers from me and picking me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist, my core throbbing in anticipation. If circumstances were different and Bennett didn’t live the life he had, I definitely wouldn’t have been upset about being stuck with him forever if I meant I got incredible sex whenever I wanted. But circumstances weren’t different and Bennett was deep within the mafia, so much so that his “girlfriends” were women he owned, not women here on their own free will.

  His groan filled the shower when he entered me, taking my breath away. I held on to him as he pumped into me. I allowed my mind to drift away as pleasure licked up my spine. The dark images of death slowly melted from my mind the closer I got to my orgasm. The steam of the shower heated our skins, lust igniting a fire deep in my belly.

  “Oh my God,” I whimpered. He growled as my nails dug into the skin of back as he pounded me into the wall. He bounced me on his cock, his hands squeezing my ass tight as he held me up. “Yes! Yes, yes, yes!”

  “You feel so fucking good, baby doll,” he groaned. “Squeeze me.”

  I tightened my walls around his cock, resulting in him pumping quicker and harder. His groans of pleasure turned me on even more.

  “Bennett,” I gasped as the tingling sensation slowly spread throughout my body.

  “That’s it. I want you to scream my name when you come,” he growled in my ear, pumping into me so hard that I couldn’t stop my head from hitting the wall. It was a mixture of pain and pleasure, both with the common goal of taking me higher when I finally exploded.

  “Yes! Bennett!” I screamed as I tightened my legs around him. My orgasm tightened my entire body, Bennett groaning in my ear as he met his end. He panted against me, his head resting on my shoulder. After a few moments, he finally lowered me back on my feet. His body still hovered over me before he cupped my face and pulled me in for another kiss. My knees weakened when his tongue found mile, his arm circling around me and holding me against him. The water from the shower head was now cool, but the heat from Bennett kept the fire of lust alight.

  When he finally pulled away, my head with dizzy with lust and desire. He looked down at me, a hint of sadness in his gaze. It called to the lost part of me, the part that felt guilty of wanting to exploit his vulnerability, but I remained stoic. He finally let go of me and went to the opposite end of the shower and turned on another shower head, taking a shower as if nothing had just happened.

  When I awoke, the bedroom was still dark, which told me that it was entirely too early to even be awake. I rubbed my eyes, realizing that I was lying on Bennett’s chest, his arm draped around me and settled on my ass. He lay on his back, his sleeping face adorable. I reached up and stroked his cheek, taking in the way his stubble tickled my fingertips. He stirred slightly and then sighed.

  “What’s wrong?” he mumbled, his eyes still closed.

  I drew my hand away from his face. “Nothing,” I murmured.

  After a few moments, his breathing evened out, signaling that he’d gone back to sleep. I sat up in bed and Bennett stirred again, his thumb idly stroking my skin until he drifted off again. Tonight was the most vulnerable I’d seen him since he picked me up. I wasn’t sure if it was because he thought I was completely broken or if he’d had a change of heart after learning my connection to Stephanie. There was a tiny sliver of me that felt a little bad for taking advantage of
that, but my thirst for revenge against him was greater than my guilt. This man had taken everything from me; my lover, my life, my business, and my freedom. I owed him nothing; he was lucky that my main objective wasn’t to kill him instead of just breaking his heart.

  “What’s wrong?” he mumbled again. I looked over at him to see him rubbing his eyes, his tired gaze settling on me.

  “Nothing,” I said again.

  “Then why aren’t you asleep?”

  “No reason.”

  He was quiet for so long that I thought he’d fallen back asleep. “Do you still have dreams about Stephanie?” he finally asked.

  “No.”

  “Are you just saying that because you think you’ll be punished?” he asked and yawned.

  “No. I haven’t dreamed of her since…” my words trailed off. I hadn’t dreamed of her since I was in the nail box on the second day of my punishment. At the time, I knew that talking about her caused Bennett pain, which only meant more punishment for me if I didn’t drop it. It was probably why he kept Carrie away from me. When I’d first come out of the bunker after Seven Days of Hell, I could hear her yelling on the other side of the door that she would figure a way out of here for me.

  “Since when?” he asked.

  I sighed and looked down at my hands. “Since day two of Seven Days of Hell,” I murmured.

  “I see,” he replied.

  I took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. “Can I ask you something?”

  “What is it?” he asked and yawned again.

  “Will you ever let me go?” I asked. The question was a double-edged sword. On one hand, the thought of him willingly letting me go put a balloon of hope in my chest. I couldn’t even begin to think of everything I’d do once this war was over and I had my freedom back. I couldn’t wait to be able to come and go as I pleased, to be able to go shopping or have a love life that was filled with consensual interactions, and finding my passion in something again. But on the other hand, there was that possibility that he could say no, solidifying that I’d be a prisoner of his until one of us died.

  “You know I can’t do that,” he said, his voice low.

  “But why? I’m not even supposed to be here,” I said, irritation filling me.

  He sighed deeply and threw his arm over his eyes. “Can’t we talk about this later? I’m tired and it’s fucking late,” he mumbled.

  “I can’t go to sleep until I know why,” I demanded.

  “Because I fucking said so, that’s why,” he snapped. “I don’t care about the lack of contract or whatever other bullshit that’s been brought up. I can’t trust that you won’t go to the police, nor can I trust that your reappearance wouldn’t be all over the media and lead back to me. That’s fucking why.”

  I glared at him. He didn’t care about the truth, nor did he care about making things right. All he cared about was his own interests regardless of if they hurt other people. Those moments of vulnerability didn’t mean that he was less of an asshole; it just meant that he knew how to play both parts so well that you always had to proceed with caution with him at all times.

  “I don’t know what you want me to say, Aurora,” he said after a long bout of silence. “Yeah, it fucking sucks that you got roped into this shit for whatever stupid reason Wilson had, but there’s nothing I can do about it now. I can’t risk the livelihoods of the people who depend on me.”

  “I bet,” I mumbled.

  “I told you that as long as you behave, you can have and do whatever you want—”

  “That’s not freedom, Bennett, and you know it,” I snapped back. “It’s not freedom when I’m locked in a bedroom all day until you want to play with me. It’s not freedom when I can’t leave the house unless I’m leaving with you or one of your henchmen. It’s not freedom that I can’t go to the fucking kitchen and make my own fucking cup of coffee.” I looked back at him. “Is this how you treated Stephanie? Kept her cooped up in a house while dangling ‘good pet privileges’ in her face to make her think she was getting something special? All those ‘privileges’ are just basic, every day human shit that you deprive from the people you own.”

  “When Stephanie and I started dating, she was able to do what she pleased. You’re my pet and you have rules. If you have any complaints about them, feel free to write them on a sheet of paper and put them in the customer service box next to the toilet.”

  I frowned at him. “That’s the trash can.”

  “Goes to show that I don’t fucking care about your tantrum right now,” he said and fluffed his pillow before lying back on it. “Now shut up so I can get some sleep. I almost wish you were still fucking mute.”

  I looked back at him, watching as he laid there with his eyes closed as he prepared to go back to sleep. I shook my head and settled back into bed, moving away from him.

  Your wish is my command, asshole.

  When I awoke again a few hours later, Bennett stood at the foot of the bed staring at me. I slowly sat up, unsure of what fuckery he could possibly be up to after our last conversation. His head was cocked to the side as he looked at me thoughtfully, his hands in his pocket.

  "I thought about what you said," he started. I fought the urge to roll my eyes. I wasn't in the mood for him to be a troll or to be patronized. I only looked at him, waiting for him to continue. "And maybe you're right. It'll be harder for you to accept the fact that you're stuck here if you can't move around the way you wish."

  I frowned at him, but bit back the words I wanted to fire at him. God, he's a fucking asshole. "What does that mean?" I asked instead, my voice tight.

  "It means I want to try something. I’ll let you roam the house today. No being locked in rooms or being confined to one part of the house. You can go wherever you want within the main house and if you go outside, you’re to go no further than the garden. We’re having activities outside today for the kids so if they can roam a bit, so I figured it wouldn’t kill me to let you roam as well."

  I fought the urge to roll my eyes. He looked so pleased with himself, as if he were offering me this amazing opportunity that I'll never get again in my life. Even though I was sure my face didn’t portray it, I was jumping for joy on the inside.

  Not.

  He just didn’t understand. Offering someone basic liberties and freedoms shouldn't be used as a bargaining chip. Instead of giving him a piece of my mind, I simply nodded.

  “Thanks,” I said, my voice flat.

  “You don’t sound appreciative,” he said with a slight frown.

  I met his gaze and widened my eyes. “Oh my goodness, sir! Thank you so much for finding your very grateful sex doll worthy enough to be able to come and go within the house as she pleases!” I exclaimed in an exaggerated, bubbly voice, clasping my hands together. “I don’t know what I would’ve done if I was locked in this bedroom for a single minute more, so thank you! Thank you, thank you, thank you!” I folded my arms across my chest. “Is that appreciative enough, sir?”

  He smirked at me and shook his head. "Don't push your luck, gorgeous," he said. "Anyway, you should get up and get dressed unless you want to eat your breakfast in locked in here instead of at the dining table." He nodded to a stack of clothes neatly folded at the foot of the bed. I nodded, tossing the comforter from my naked body. His appreciative gaze along my body didn't go unnoticed as I got out of bed, grabbed the clothes, and headed into the bathroom. A smile pulled at my lips as I closed the door behind me. The situation still wasn't ideal, but it was a step in the right direction.

  After a quick shower, I pulled on the curve hugging jeans and white t-shirt. I ran a brush through the wig, the curls long gone after my shower session with Bennett last night. He was gone when I walked back into the bedroom, the door closed. I hesitated for a moment. A part of me wanted to think that he was just fucking around with me, that he wasn't really letting me out of the room today. I padded over to the door, my hand resting on the doorknob. With how fast my heart raced, you'd think I was tryi
ng to find that wire that would disarm a bomb. Relief flooded through me when I turned the knob and the door gave way, cracking open. Now that I was out of the bedroom, I almost felt a little vulnerable. I hadn't walked through the house without Bennett and considering that this place was massive, I didn't even know where to begin to look for the dining room, as I'd only been in it once.

  I walked down the stairs, watching as women dusted, mopped, and cleaned various parts of the house. The men who passed me gave me curious and strange looks, as if they were surprised to see me alone as well as outside of my room.

  "Um, excuse me," I said, tapping the shoulder of a woman who ran a vacuum hose over a couch cushion. She turned the vacuum off and looked to me with a frown. "Where can I find the dining room?"

  She pointed ahead of her and turned on the vacuum cleaner back on before I could say another word. I went down a short hall that opened into one entrance of the dining room, the other entrance opening to the kitchen.

  "Took you long enough," Bennett said, looking up from his plate as he sat down. I wanted to fire back at him with something sarcastic, but I didn't want to press my luck. He could snatch these simple liberties away without a second thought if I annoyed him too much, and the last thing I wanted was to spend another day locked in a room by myself.

  Savannah came out of the kitchen with a plate of breakfast, surprised to see me at the table. "Vanessa! It's nice to see you out and about," she said with a small smile, putting the plate on the table in front of me.

  I gave her a fake grin. "Yes! My lovely, ever generous master found me worthy enough to bring me out of the bedroom to eat at a table like a civilized human being! What a treat!" I mused.

  Bennett frowned at me. "Aurora," he stated firmly.