She doesn’t reply; all she does is huff as my fingers pull aside her panties and grab her pussy. “This pussy is mine,” I growl. “Not my brothers’, not yours … mine.”
I flick her clit as I press myself against her body, making her feel my cock tenting through my pants. The more I touch her, the less she’s struggling, and her body grows weak in my grasp. I use the opportunity to yank off my tie and throw it away, along with a few buttons, which spring loose from my reckless behavior.
I’ve got her pinned against the wall, her pussy getting all wet as she moans.
I know she wants this. She doesn’t have to say it. I can feel it from her trembling body.
“You leave the mansion, this is what you get,” I growl. “Me telling you everything just to make you stay.”
“You wanted me to discover those cameras?” she retorts.
“I don’t fucking care. All I want is for you to fucking finally submit,” I say. “And I’m not fucking waiting anymore until you beg.”
I grab her and pull her to the table beside us. In one fell swoop, I’ve managed to throw off a vase and a few magazines, and they scatter on the ground. But I don’t give two shits. I’m only interested in one thing.
Fucking. Her.
She scratches the table in an effort to pull herself up, but I hold down her back with the palm of my hand.
“Don’t fucking move, Naomi. You know you want this,” I growl as I rip down my zipper and unbutton my pants.
First, I shove two fingers up her pussy and make her gasp. That’ll teach her to fight me. She’s nice and wet, just the way I like it.
I circle around inside, which makes her knees weak as she starts to quake against the table.
“See? There’s no use in resisting. Sexual urges are natural. It’s time we gave in to them.”
“What about the game? Your brothers?” she mutters.
“Screw the fucking game.” I smack her ass, which makes her jolt up and down. “And don’t you mention my fucking brothers while we’re here. Got it?”
When she doesn’t respond, I grasp her hair and pull her head back, making her hiss as I slap her ass again.
“I fucking hate you so much.”
I smirk. “Likewise.”
Then I ram my cock into her tight pussy.
She moans out loud, the sound making my cock pulse with excitement.
God, I should’ve done this a long time ago.
“Fuck, you’re so fucking wet,” I groan, slamming her body against the table as I fuck her.
“Fuck you,” she hisses.
“Focus, Naomi. You know what I want.”
“As long as you get what you want, right? What about me?”
I muffle a laugh and ram into her again. “You’ll get your fair share. Don’t worry.” I cup her pussy with my hand and start flicking her clit again.
“I meant the contract,” she says, leaning up. “If I can’t escape it anyway, then I want my fucking money.”
“You’ll get your fucking money,” I growl, “but first, you’ll get my fucking cock. Now, bend over.” I push her down again and thrust into her violently. It’s like I’m fucking every inch of rage out of me.
“Fuck,” she moans as I circle her clit with my fingers.
I lean over her. “You like it when I fuck you, don’t you? Admit it. Tell me you’ve been yearning for this,” I whisper in her ear.
“Admitting is like defeat, and I don’t lose,” she murmurs.
I smirk and lick her cheek as I fuck her raw. “I get your pussy, you get my cock. As far as I see it, we’re both winners here.”
“Fuck me,” she moans.
“Harder?” I ask.
“Fuck, yes.” Her voice sounds like she’s nearly there, so I bury myself deep inside her and make her feel my cock pulse.
“Say my name, Naomi. Say it.”
“Fuck me, Max,” she mewls.
With my hand, I spread her cheeks and stick my index finger up her ass. She squeals with excitement.
“Fuck! What the f—”
“Don’t pretend you don’t like it,” I say with a grin as I swivel around in her ass. “This is just the start.”
“Holy shit …” she murmurs as I pound into her pussy and do the same to her ass with my finger. After a while, I add another one, which only makes her moan louder.
“You’re a filthy whore, aren’t you? The neighbors can hear you.”
“Asshole.”
“Keep calling me names.” I smack her ass. “But you know you’re only my sweet whore and no one else’s.”
I fuck both her holes until I find her open enough. Then I spit on her, take out my cock, and shove it up her ass.
She screams from both pain and pleasure, and I use the opportunity to grasp her mouth and stick my fingers into her. “Can’t handle my cock?” I growl.
“Fuck you!” she groans as I thrust into her ass, applying more spit as I go.
“Make no mistake, Naomi … all your holes are mine … including your ass.” I smack her again, and another moaning squeal escapes her mouth. Exactly what I like when I’m pounding into her. She’s so damn tight, and when I stick my fingers into her pussy, I can feel her body contract. I know she likes it.
“Fuck, c’mere,” I growl, yanking her off the table by her hair. I push her down and force her head over my cock. “Open your mouth.”
When she does, I immediately shove my dick inside, fucking her mouth with ferocity. I can’t control myself any longer. Her slick tongue feels so nice as it swivels around my cock, and I can feel my balls tighten.
“Suck it hard,” I groan, still holding her hair.
She does it so well that I almost come, but that’s not the plan. I take my cock out and pull her back up, pushing her over the table again. There, I fondle her pussy, stroking her clit until she moans out loud.
“I’m not gonna stop fucking you until you scream for me to make you come,” I say, as my fingers play with her clit.
“Jesus …” she moans. “Just do it.”
I smack her ass, which makes her bob up and down.
“Beg!”
“Please … fucking make me come.”
Her pleading voice pushes me over the edge, so I pull my dick out and shove it into her pussy again. “Yes, fucking come, now!”
Her body convulses, her muscles contracting around my dick. I can feel every inch of her orgasm, and the sheer pleasure of it makes my cock explode.
A loud howl escapes my lips as I spurt my cum inside her, one thrust after the other. The jets of cum just keep coming; it doesn’t seem to end. Only after four times of ramming my cock back into her do I feel fully sated, fully liberated of my own needs.
Bringing my fingers up, I smile a wickedly delicious smile as I taste her on my lips.
Such sweetness from such a passionately wild act should be a sin.
19.
Accompanying Song: “Anne” Santigold
Max
I help Naomi off the table and ask, “How’s your back?”
“Awesome. Especially after this kind of wild sex,” she retorts. “Why do you ask?”
“I just want to make sure your back is healed before I take you back.”
I bring her a wet towel from the bathroom. “Clean yourself up.”
“Thanks,” she says, snatching it from my hand.
“And gather your things.”
She sighs. “I suppose I have no say in the matter.”
I look around her room, wondering how on earth she would choose this home over mine. “No.”
“So the contract was false?” she says. “You know that’s illegal, right?”
“It’s not false, and the clause you added still stands,” I say, looking at her as she puts on high heels. “As I said, the contract is there to make you feel safe. To make you want to be in our home and be ours. But … even if you did want to fight the contract out in court, you’d never win. Our lawyers are the best of the best. They’ll play you off as a luna
tic.”
“Your company is huge, right? Because I know you and your whole family are bankers,” she says.
My brows furrow. I don’t even know why she brings this up in the first place. “How do you know?”
“You never denied it, so I just assumed. Guess I’m right,” she says with a smug look on her face.
My nostrils flare. “Yes. We own an empire,” I reply.
“That means that if your little game gets out, it’ll be the end of the entire business. Doesn’t matter if you go to court or not. The media will have your head.”
“It won’t get out,” I say with a threatening voice, so she won’t get the wrong ideas in her head. “Like I said, we’ll make sure of that. If any of you spills … you’d be written off as insane. Delusional. Do you think we’re stupid? We have connections everywhere, and we practically own the media,” I scoff. “Besides, you’d probably be dead before you could even try. We’re watching you on camera, remember? We know everything you do.” I swallow. “And to answer your question … The contract is still very much in place.”
She swallows, mulling it over. “This game … it’s never been a choice to begin with. You set all of this up from the beginning.”
“Me personally?” I say. “No.”
“Then who?” She cocks her head.
I narrow my eyes, and then I grab her bag and start collecting her clothes myself. “We’ll talk about that some other time.”
She grabs a few shoes and clothes, but I can see from the way she’s stealing glances at me that she can’t stop thinking about it. “It’s your father, isn’t it? He decides everything.”
Her comment, which sounds more like a statement than a question, makes me stop in my tracks. I wish she couldn’t see right through me. To this day, I wonder how she does that. It’s amazing.
“You should be thankful I’m allowing you to bring your belongings. Normally, we wouldn’t. You already have everything you need at the mansion.”
“Normally … there’s a normal?” she scoffs. “So this has been done before. Interesting. I thought you were joking when you said ‘ages,’ but now, I’m starting to believe this whole insane plot.”
“No …” I sigh. “I never said—”
“You did, technically,” she says with a smug smile.
My nose twitches again. She always knows more than I expect. “You want me to tell you the truth? Because last time I did, you tried to run away from me.”
“A girl died. It’s not like it can get any worse, right?” she asks.
I ignore that blatant stab. “My father had the same marriage game.”
She stops packing. “With his brothers?”
“Yes.”
“Hmm …” She doesn’t say anything else. Just a hum.
Dammit.
I want to know what she’s thinking.
Not that I think it’s good to tell her everything. She’s too smart. Too savvy. She’ll start playing games with me instead.
“Time’s up,” I say, and I grab her bag, which is still partially open, and pull it away. “Let’s go.”
I grab her by the arm and take her with me out of the apartment. Downstairs, the limo is already waiting for us, so I throw the bag in the trunk and open the door for her to step inside.
“How chivalrous,” she jests.
I bend over and grab her chin, forcing her to look at me. “I may have fucked you like an animal, but that doesn’t mean I’m not still a gentleman when it comes to you.” I press a kiss on her lips, and she doesn’t fight me back. I’m the first to pull away. “And you’re still the only girl I want.”
She raises a brow. “You sure you haven’t fucked any other girls while I was away? You know … because it’s so boring without me.”
I smile wickedly and whisper in her ear. “I jerked myself off to the camera in front of you… and you didn’t even know it.”
Then I shut the door and walk to the other side.
As I slide in, I tell the driver to go and settle beside her. She turns her head away and stares outside, not moving an inch as I scoot closer. She seems cut off from the world, lost in her own thoughts.
Even a slight brush across her arms doesn’t get her to look at me.
“Are you mad at me?” I ask.
“Yes,” she says.
“Why?”
“Because I hate not having a choice. You took my independence away from me.”
I frown. “Interesting …”
“What?”
“That you didn’t mention me fucking you.” I shrug when she looks my way. “I thought, if anything, that would make you angry.”
“Not at all.” She looks at her nails and bites off a piece. “Sex is just business as usual.”
A smug smile spreads on my lips. “I’m glad you see it that way.” My hand finds its way to hers, and I entangle my fingers through hers. “But I will keep kissing and fucking you until you see it as more than just a business deal.”
“How could I possibly when there are other girls who could still win this game?”
“They stand no chance against you.” I kiss the top of her hand.
“They do if your brothers pick me first,” she says.
“Over my dead body.”
“Really? You would die before they got their hands on me?”
“That’s the game, honey, and I play to win.”
“What if the girls decide that, in order to get to you, they have to eliminate me?”
I make a face. “That won’t happen.”
“How do you know?”
“Because none of them know what I told you.”
She narrows her eyes. “So none of them know they could die and lose their money?”
“No, and none of them were smart enough to make the same deal you did.”
“Hmm …” She mulls it over a bit and then looks away again.
“If you want to know, they haven’t even thought of the possibility,” I add. “The girls. They don’t discuss elimination. Only leaving. They barely even mentioned you.”
Now, she’s the one to make a face. “What do you mean?”
“Well, I suppose they didn’t really care whether you were there or not. They only seemed bothered by their own inability to come to terms with our game and their role in it. You know… whether they should stay or leave.”
“Right.” She bites her lip. “So they don’t care.”
“I do.” I squeeze her hand.
“I know; you’ve told me many times,” she replies. “But the fact that they don’t care about me at all makes this so much easier.”
“Makes what easier?”
She stares at the palm of her hand and slowly makes a fist as she speaks. “Not thinking of the consequences of my actions as I win this game.”
I smirk at her comment and gloat to myself about her being back where she belongs. With. Me.
“You haven’t won me over yet, though …” she suddenly muses.
I suck on my bottom lip and fumble around in my pocket, wondering if now’s finally the right time to show it to her. Maybe I should. Since we’re being honest and all.
So I take out the necklace with the locket and hold it up for her to see.
“What’s that?” she mutters. “Wait.” Her fingers slip through the necklace, and she touches the locket. “I recognize this.”
“Go on,” I murmur.
“This used to be mine. How did you get this?” Her eyes are wild, on fire.
She tries to snatch it away from me, but I pull back just in time. “I got it from your real parents.”
“Real … parents?” she repeats. “Excuse me?”
“Don’t play me like a fool. I’ve kept an eye on you since we were kids. I know you’re adopted, and you know it too.”
“They are still my parents,” she hisses. “Just because they’re not my blood doesn’t mean I don’t love them to death.”
“And I’m sure that love is mutual,” I say.
She grasps the locket from my hand and looks at it intently. “This used to be mine. I remember wearing it. Why do you have this?”
“I’ve always had it. My father gave it to me. Said it was trash, but I decided to keep it.”
“How did your father get my locket?”
I lick my lips and sigh out loud. “Because he killed your real parents in order to obtain you.”
She leans back as far away from me as she can, staring at me like she’s seen a ghost.
“Killed … my birthparents.”
“Yes,” I say. “My father chose specific targets. The smartest, brightest married couples he could find and waited until they had kids. My father believes we should get the best of the best. No other women would be good enough for us … so he opted to steal away the babies of these couples who were perfect in his eyes and put them in new homes.” I gaze at her. “Your adoptive parents.”
Her jaw drops slowly. “My parents are part of the game?”
“Yes,” I say, but then I hold up my finger before she flips out. “But not in the way you think. You know your parents weren’t able to conceive. My father did too. He found them in the medical registry of the hospitals. They keep a record of couples who are unable to conceive for research purposes. Anyway, my father gave you to them in exchange for a deal.”
Her eyes lower as the information sinks in. “You made them promise they’d give me to you without complaints.” Her eyes widen, and she focuses on me. “They know I was sold, that I’m now in this contract with you? And they knew about the cameras, and that you and your family were keeping an eye on me this whole time?”
“Yes.” I smash my lips together.
“Well, shit.” She stares off into the distance. “Are mine the only ones he killed? Or were the other girls’ parents killed too?”
“No … just yours,” I say. “The others all agreed to give up their child. Some of them didn’t even ask for compensation. Only yours were … difficult. They didn’t accept money, not a single dime. I suppose that’s where you get your stubbornness from.” I swallow. “When my father realized your real parents would never give you up, he killed them instead.” I point at her hand. “That locket you’re holding is the only thing left of them.”
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