by J. L. Beck
Nic
The point of the pen barely breaks the surface of my skin. She could have done more damage if she’d taken the pen to my neck and shoved it in my carotid. But this little star doesn’t know how to play dirty. Not like I do.
By the time I rip the pen out of my hand and cast it to the floor, she’s running to the door. I don’t bother stopping the smile from spreading across my face. I spin and beat her to the door, slamming it hard in her face. She yelps and jumps back. Then turns and rushes around the office, looking for another exit.
“There isn’t another way out of here, princess. No point in running when you’ll pay the price for your attack, anyway,” I croon, waiting for her to realize she has nowhere else to go.
While she races around like a pinball in a machine, I pull out my handkerchief and wipe the blood off the back of my hand. It’s barely a scrape considering some scars I have slashed across my skin.
She backs herself into the far-right corner of my office and sinks down onto the floor with her knees pulled to her chest. I shove off the closed door and cross the room. She watches me approach, no doubt waiting for my wrath to descend.
It’s not wrath I feel when I look at her, though. I crouch beside her and lift her chin to force her to meet my eyes. “What were you thinking? You’d flee me with a fountain pen, clear my guards, and race out of here to safety? That’s naive, even for you.”
She sniffs and squares her shoulders. There’s my princess. “I didn’t have a plan. It was more of a reaction.”
I eye the pen still lying on the floor, my blood caking the bent tip. “I wondered where that pen disappeared to. When did you take it?”
Instead of answering, she raises her chin higher and stares over my shoulder.
I grip the back of her head, dig my fingers into her soft locks, and pull her to her feet. If she wants to treat me like a soulless brute, then I’ll be one.
I half drag, half carry her to the desk. Her body arches into me, and I smile against the dark hair at the nape of her neck. She likes the abuse, and despite her hatred of me, I feel the tremble in her thighs against mine. If I put my face between her legs, I could smell her arousal and feel her soaked panties.
Turning, I pick her up and sit her on the edge. Fire already roars in my ears in time with my heartbeat. Since laying on top of her and grinding my cock between her silky thighs the other night, she’s branded me. I need more, and if she so freely wants to hand it out, then I’ll take what she’s offering.
“What are you doing?” she asks, her voice wavering.
I rip the top button of my shirt out of its hole while I stare into her eyes. “What does it look like?”
It takes me seconds to rip the rest of the buttons out and jerk the shirt from my pants. She drags her gaze down every slowly revealed inch of my skin. She might think she is above all of this, but I can see the whites of her eyes as she takes in my abs and the tattoos that blanket my torso. I toss the shirt onto the chair and unbuckle my belt, keeping my eyes trained on her.
But she keeps staring at my body like it’s the last dessert at the buffet line.
“See something you like?” I grit out.
When she doesn’t answer, I release my belt and snap my fingers in front of her nose. She jolts and grips the desk on either side of her hips. Her eyes flash up to mine. “What?”
“It’s rude to stare, stellina. Tell me what you want, what you were going to offer my brother, and maybe I’ll give it to you. Use your big girl words.”
She swallows heavily, her voice low and husky when she answers. “You call me princess when you’re angry, and stellina when you’re not.”
“How observant of you,” I say, stepping forward.
Without thinking, she spreads her knees, welcoming me between her thighs. I give her a little smirk, but she doesn’t know what it’s for.
Her gaze falls to my neck, and she just looks at me, looks and looks. “Tell me why.” It’s a demand, not a question.
I’m feeling generous, mostly because I plan to be inside her body very, very soon. “As a princess, you stand for everything I hate, everything I want to destroy. As mia stellina, you shine bright, and I want to do nothing but worship every inch of your body.”
Surprise flashes in her eyes as she meets mine. I’m shocked that I admitted it out loud. But the words are out, and I can’t reel them back in.
“Now, tell me what you were going to offer to Lucas or fucking Soo. Tell me what you planned to do.” There is no give in my tone.
She swallows again and grips the desk so hard her knuckles turn white over the ridges. “I told you, I didn’t plan anything. I just figured if someone took my virginity, maybe you wouldn’t sell me, or at the very least, you’d get a lot less money.”
I lean in, caging her, allowing myself one small touch. My hands clench around her hips. “Were you going to ask them, or were you just going to bend over this desk right here and offer your cunt to them? Did you imagine it? What they would look like pulling out their cock and sliding it into your pussy?”
Her eyes are hazy now, her breathing uneven. If I put my hand between her legs, she’d be soaked through her panties. My mouth waters for a taste.
One little taste, and then I can punish her like she deserves.
I work the buttons of her shirt and strip it off her shoulders. She lifts her hands to take it off at her wrists, but I shake my head, twist the material, and gather her hands behind her back. When she protests, I pin her with a glare and slowly sink to my knees in front of the desk.
A small gasp passes between her plump lips. “What are you doing?”
“Whatever I fucking want. Remember, you’re mine?”
The scent of her greets me, and I stare up at her with a smirk when she finally gets what’s going on and scoots to the edge of the desk, spreading her legs wide enough to wrap her calves around my shoulders.
I squeeze her inner thighs in my hands, pressing my thumbs along the pressure point there. “Greedy stellina. You’re in trouble, so don’t sit up there feeling too smug.”
If she reacts to my words, I don’t see it; my focus is already on her pussy. I lick my lips and strip her panties down her legs, leaving them on the floor. She glistens for me, soaked already. I want her to make a fucking puddle on my desk, or my face, or both.
I shove her legs wider, as far as she can go, and I shuffle forward on my knees to press my lips to her wet core. God, she tastes good, sweet, salty, and musky all at once. I spear her with my tongue and enjoy the choked sound she emits from above.
My dick is a fucking rock in my slacks, but I can’t focus on anything but the velvet skin against my lips.
Slowly, savoring every stroke, I run my tongue up to her clit and nip at the swollen bud. She jerks against my face, and I chuckle. The little princess needs someone’s face she can ride regularly, to get used to all the ways a man can feast on her.
I shove the thought away even as it forms. I want to be that man, pulling her across my face in the morning before she’s even fully awake just to feel her break, her thighs quivering against my cheeks.
“Harder.” Her voice reaches me in my reverie.
I sit back on my calves and stare up at her, incredulous. “Did you just demand I lick you harder?”
Her face is flushed, a dainty pink hue stains her cheeks, her neck, and all the way down to her belly button. “Please.”
Fucking hell, if she begs, I might come in my pants.
She does, and I don’t, not yet. “Please, lick me harder.”
I don’t bother hiding my smile. “You are so fucking beautiful when you beg for what you want.”
Her eyes drop to mine, surprise and pleasure etched in every line. “You’re beautiful when you make me beg.”
Fucking hell. I grip her legs tighter in my hands and lean forward to devour her. From opening to clit, I flick my tongue until she wriggles in her bonds above me. And when I feel her hips try to catch my rhythm, I shift foc
us and lick her clit in sharp little dips. It takes seconds for her breathing to shallow out, and her thighs to shake in my hands. A fresh wash of liquid greets my tongue as she comes, and I lap it up, savoring every drop.
When she stops shaking, her head hangs in front of her chest, her fingers are dug into the shirt behind her back. And she looks goddamn delectable.
I could pull my cock out now and shove it so hard inside her she’d come again. But somewhere in the back of my mind is a warning. Screaming at me to go slow, not to push too hard or too fast. I stand before I can overthink things and grab her panties off the ground.
She stares at me wide-eyed. “No.”
I round on her, not bothering to hide my anger. “No? You don’t get to say no to me. This isn’t a yes, no relationship. I give you an order, and you follow it. If you do it nicely, I’ll make sure you’re rewarded. If you make me work for it, you’ll be punished.”
“Is that what you just did by making me come so hard I’m still shaking? Punish me?”
I react before thinking, taking her neck in my hand, not squeezing, just owning, her panties forgotten on the desk now. “Watch your mouth before I make you regret your lip.”
She holds my gaze with her own. I know she’s goading me. I can feel it. All she wants is for me to flip her over the desk, shove into her, and fuck her until we’re both screaming. I can’t do it, though. Not like this. Not when it’s her choice and not mine.
I lean in further, pressing my erection between her legs. She sucks in a gasp, but I keep my face clear, calm, collected. As if she’s not affecting me at all. As if I’m not dying to sink balls deep into her warmth.
“You can’t manipulate me, princess. I own you. Every freckle, every wrinkle, every sexy little sigh belongs to me. Say it.”
“What?”
“Say you belong to me.”
Her eyes narrow. “I’ll never say that. Do what you want. Rape me. I won’t say it.”
I arch my hips into her, and she gasps, dropping her head back, exposing her neck.
“I’m pretty sure if I press into you right now, you’d be screaming my name, not rape. You didn’t finish telling me what you were going to give to my brother. Were you going to straddle his lap, ride his cock until you came all over him? Or were you going to take him to your bed, ask someone like him to be sweet and gentle with you?”
Spell broken, she focuses on my face again. “I told you. I didn’t have a plan. I figured…”
“You’d shove your tits in his face, and he wouldn’t be able to resist? He’d succumb to his brute-like instincts and take you, so you don’t have to blame yourself for teasing him. It would be all his fault, right? You’re a sweet little innocent princess.” Disdain leaks from my tone, and she finally looks shamed for what she attempted.
She wriggles in the shirt, still binding her hands. “Let me go.”
I shake my head. “I’m not done with you. I still haven’t punished you yet.”
Her hair has loosened from the tie on her head and now tumbles down her back freely. I shove a few strands over her shoulders so they don’t hinder my view of her perfect breasts. Before I can think too long, I lean in and take one of her nipples between my teeth. A little moan breaks out as I apply pressure and then suck the hurt away. I switch to the other side and do the same.
I’m supposed to punish her, get her back under control, but every time I see that telltale pink flush of her skin, all I can think about is touching every inch of her body, branding her with my own until I’m all she feels, the standard by which she’ll measure every man after me.
“Do you still want me to release you?” I ask, lips pressed into her sternum. She arches into me, begging me with her body.
“Mmm… that’s what I thought.” Regardless of my words, I strip the shirt off her wrists. “Open my pants and touch me.”
She dashes her eyes to mine, even as she’s already moving to the fly of my pants, dragging it down, my belt buckle clanging against her wrist. Carefully, she shoves my pants with one hand while gripping my hard length with her other. “Do you want me to suck on you?”
Hearing her say those filthy words draws my balls up tight into my body and shoots me to the edge, especially with her fingers gripping me so tightly. I shake my head. “No, don’t suck on it. Just touch me while I gain control. Then I’ll give you exactly what you asked my brother for.”
She drops her hand. “What?”
I grab her wrist and wrap her fingers around my cock again. “Don’t stop, or I won’t be gentle when I take you.”
Her big eyes go wide, and she squeezes me once, sliding her fingers to my base and back up to the crown. I breathe and focus on what I need to do, how we can both get what we want. I know the moment she realizes what I’m about to do, she’s going to change her mind pretty damn fast.
“What are you going to do to me?” she whispers, her eyes still locked to her hand as she casually glides up and down my shaft.
I rock into her grip, savoring her tight hold for a moment. Fuck. I want to take her to my bed and do this over and over again until she’s so sated she can’t move. Until her begging for it turns to begging me to stop, even as her body defies her words.
“Patience, stellina, you’ll find out in a moment. Are you ready to lose your virginity? Is that something you’ve made peace with?”
I lean in and trace her lips with my own. When she tries to catch me, I pull back, leaving her chasing my mouth in return. “Kiss me.”
“I don’t take orders. I thought we went over that.”
“Please, kiss me.” She punctuates her plea with a firm grip of her palm around me.
“You’re playing with fire,” I warn, but still give her what she wants, only because I want it too.
I lean in and capture her mouth with mine, nipping her bottom lip with my teeth before grabbing her face between my hands and delving my tongue into her mouth exactly like I did with her sweet little pussy.
She doesn’t understand why she wants me as badly as she does, but that doesn’t matter. All that matters is that she wants me. She moans against me and starts rubbing me harder.
I pull away and still her hand. “Not yet.”
Instead of explaining, I pick her up and flip her onto her belly. At first, she resists, and I carefully arrange her limbs into the most comfortable position.
“Are you ready?” I ask.
She nods against the wood, her forehead rubbing against the grain, her ass wiggling toward me in the air. “Please.”
“Settle down, stellina. I’m going to give you everything you want.”
23
Celia
I don’t know what to do with my hands, my feet, these feelings roaring through me with every proprietary sweep of his fingers. He’s not mine, and I hate the bastard anyway, but I can’t stop the way my body tightens in anticipation with just a look. Or how my heart suddenly feels like it won’t fit inside my ribs any longer.
If love can’t sustain me, hope can. If he is willing to take my virginity, he might not want to sell me anymore. It’s not much, but I’m willing to take the chance.
I focus on it as I map the pattern in the wood grain on Nicolo’s desk. He orders me to stay belly down until he returns, and for once, I’m inclined to listen. Not just because I fear reprisal, but also because I’m boneless from the orgasm he just gave me with his mouth.
He licked me like he’d tasted nothing so delicious. After I came all over his tongue, he kept going, like he didn’t want to give me up.
No. I can’t afford to think like this. Let him secret away in the back of my mind like some dark prince who might one day save me with the power of his love. If I’ve learned anything in the time I’ve been captive, it’s that love doesn’t exist, not how it is on TV, and no one is going to save me, not even myself.
I should be angrier. I should fight more. Even as I think about it, I reposition myself on the desk in anticipation. I fought, and I lost, and this doesn’
t seem like such a terrible consolation prize. Especially if he’s going to do what I think he is.
I hear his footsteps first. The tread of his shoes as he marches back toward me with his long gait filled with purpose.
When he enters the office, he closes and locks the door. I spot him over the edge of the desk, watching him approach with something in his hand I can’t see clearly through the loose fall of my hair all around my head.
He takes a moment to rub his hands up and over my ass, shaping it with his palms, massaging it in his grip. “You are so very fuckable like this. I want to leave you here twenty-four-seven so I can get my fill of you whenever the urge strikes. And I’ll admit, the urge has been quite often since that first night.”
I try not to shiver under his word or his hands. I can’t let him know how he truly affects me.
He rubs his cock along the seam of my ass and then dips it down between my thighs to catch some moisture there. “How does it feel? Tell me.”
I clear my throat, sure I’m about to betray every emotion and riotous thought in my head if I speak. “It feels good.” Good. If I keep things short and sweet, I don’t sound like an idiot begging my kidnapper to fuck her.
His hands dig into my hair, gathering it up so he can lay the heavy mass of it over my shoulder. The gentleness with which he twists the strands together to secure them doesn’t go unnoticed. His touch lights me up all over again. I want him inside me so badly I can almost feel it.
When he slides himself along the seam of my ass again, I whimper. “Are you going to spend the entire time teasing me, or are you going to fuck me?”
The words come out before I can stop them, and I thump my forehead onto the desk several times for being so stupid. He hates when I mouth off to him.
“Usually, that behavior would earn you more punishment, but I find I’m liking this greedy side of you when it comes to my dick. To answer your question, yes, I’m going to fuck you in a moment. I’m working my way up to it. Besides, I need to take a few steps to ensure you’re properly prepared. As much as you think I’m a monster, I don’t actually want to cause you any harm.”
