by K. A Knight
Leaning over, I grab her hair and wrap it around my fist, using it like a handle as I drag her head back, forcing her neck into a straight line while I pummel into her, fucking her hard and fast like she wanted. The desk bangs with each move, her hips slamming into the wood, no doubt leaving a bruise.
Good.
I want my marks all over her.
“So fucking tight, aren’t you, Brat? You look so fucking good wrapped around my cock,” I tell her, watching as her pink, raw pussy accepts me again and again, stretching around my length.
She whimpers, pushing back to meet my brutal thrusts, asking for more as I yank her head tighter before releasing her hair and wrapping my hand around the front of her throat and tugging her up so her back hits my front. I kick open her legs and drive into her as I tighten my grip, keeping her on the edge of breathing and not, squeezing in time with my thrusts.
Reminding her who she’s playing with.
Reminding her that she’s fucking death.
She writhes against me, trapped in my grasp, unable to do anything but take me. My dirty little girl. “You like me fucking you?” I whisper, darting my tongue out and lashing her earlobe. “You like being helpless? Not being able to stop me as I fill you with my thick cock?”
She gasps, rubbing against me.
“You like it when it hurts? The pain so good you don’t want it to end?”
She pushes against my hand, forcing me to tighten it and I groan. Letting go, I push her back down on the desk as I grab her legs and lift them in the air so I can go deeper, bumping her cervix as I hammer into her.
“Dirty little girl,” I hiss through my teeth, feeling my impending orgasm, but wanting her to come at least twice. So I lean down and bite her shoulder. She howls, her pussy clamping down as she comes, and I fuck her through it, not letting her rest, fighting through her tight channel.
“Fuck,” I groan, my balls tightening as I fight to keep going, wanting to be inside her for as long as I can, wanting to spend my days here. I could die right now and I would be a happy man with her sweat-covered body beneath mine as she chants my name.
“Brat,” I moan, and she cries out, her fingers scrambling over the wood of my desk, knocking my keyboard to the floor with a crash, but I don’t care.
I slap her ass, watching it jiggle and turn red with my handprint, and that’s what sets me off. She screams as I reach between us and rub her clit furiously, my thrusts losing rhythm as I fuck her with wild abandon.
She screams, her pussy clamping down on me like a vice, forcing my orgasm from me. I yell, my hips stuttering as I fill her with my cum, my legs wobbling from the force as sweat drips down my face to my chest, my breathing laboured.
I pull out and grab my phone, taking a picture of her pink pussy overflowing with my cum, and then I show it to her. “Look how fucking perfect you are, look how well you took me,” I praise, stroking down her spine to her pussy as I push my fingers into her still fluttering channel, forcing my cum deeper inside her.
She groans again, panting as she sprawls over my desk, and I throw my phone away before collapsing over her and she starts laughing, a sound that brings a smile to my face. “What’s so funny, Brat?”
“Just thinking about the boob prints you’re going to have on your desk.” She giggles, making me huff as I kiss her spine and pull away from her. I grab my trousers and slip back into them as she leans up and wobbles. I steady her and she grins at me.
“Thanks, Nunu.”
“Not with that again,” I grouse. She sweeps up my shirt and slips into it, the broken buttons at the top leaving her cleavage on display and testing my restraint far too much.
I slump back in my chair and grab her, pulling her into my lap once again. She curls up there like a contented kitten as we both sit in silence, with me stroking the soft skin of her outer thighs. Guilt creeps in then and she must feel me stiffen.
“What now?” she groans dramatically.
“I didn’t tell you everything.” I wince and she becomes rigid, pulling away and putting distance between us that makes my heart slam against my chest, but I allow it. “Nadia, you have to understand. Our way of life is secret, the ones that Scarlett told you could get us all killed. It was all for our protection, including Scarlett’s.”
She narrows her eyes. “What was?”
“Donald asked me to watch you, make sure you didn’t spill anything to anyone. At first, I didn’t know you, then we met at Max’s party and you were nice, sweet, and so fucking hot. I felt so bad, Brat. He ordered me to kill you if you found out too much, if anything ever looked like you were going to spill or put us in jeopardy.”
Her eyes fly wide and I can actually hear her heart slam in her chest as I go cold all over. When I say it out loud, it sounds senseless, cruel, and evil, but it was for our people, to protect them, and at that point she was just a name...not the woman I care for. Not a person to me, just a target.
“Okayyy,” she says slowly. “Not going to lie, you wanting to kill me does put a crimp in things a little bit.”
I roll my eyes, wanting to reach out and pull her close, but I don’t in case she doesn’t let me. “I don’t want to kill you, Brat. I was ordered to, and it was a while ago, I just thought you should know.”
“Does Max know?”
Jealousy roars through me, which is stupid. “No, he would stop me.”
She nods. So she trusts him? I want to punch him in his pretty boy, Baywatch face. “Okay, I gotta ask.” She stares right at me then, searching my eyes. “Would you still do it? If he ordered you to right now, if you thought I was a threat, would you kill me?”
“Yes,” I tell her without hesitation, and she flinches, pain blooming in her eyes which she hides quickly. “It would kill me, it would damage me beyond belief, and take that last part of my soul away, but if I thought you were a threat to my people, I would have no choice. I would have to protect them, they trust me to do that. Thousands of people, more than you could ever know, innocents too. Their families, their children, their grandchildren. I would have no choice, Nadia...even if it costs me everything.”
She blows out a breath and looks away. I sit still, letting her think through her thoughts before suddenly, she turns back to me and flashes a genuine smile. “Okay, I trust you, Keanu. If you had to kill me, I know it would be for a good reason. Until then, I’m not going to think about it. It doesn’t change anything, apart from I might get scared if you come at me with a gun.” She laughs and my mouth drops open. She really is crazy. I expected her to run away screaming, maybe this was another test I put her through?
“So technically...you’re doing your job.” She wiggles her eyebrows, making me groan.
“Real funny, Brat.” I pull her close and she goes willingly, curling back up in my arms, heating up the cold she left when she pulled away.
“Honestly, it doesn’t bother me, it probably should, but it doesn’t. I guess you will just have to stick close to me.” She laughs.
“I guess so,” I whisper, leaning farther back with a smile, feeling more relaxed and content than I ever have. Like a piece has finally clicked into place. I’m finally starting to heal...on my way to being whole with her help.
But of course it can’t last, my phone rings in my pocket and we both groan. I fish it out, keeping her close with one arm, and answer it on speaker.
“Spider.”
“I’m not fucking telling you this. Donald informed me you were looking into some kidnappings. Well, we just got a call, a tip off ourselves. There’s one going down right now. A girl being drugged, they think she will be taken. The Social,” the deep, gravelly voice says and then hangs up. Guess Donald has more sway in the police department than I thought for them to part with that information, while their own officers will be on the way.
“Sorry, Brat, time to work,” I murmur, and lift her to her feet while I get to mine.
She laughs again. “Are you kidding me? Orgasms and hunting? What more could a girl
want?”
Chapter Twenty-One
Nadia
We’re on our way to The Social, a nightclub on this side of town, and Keanu’s driving like a madman. We had dressed quickly, and with no time for a shower or a wash, I can still feel him inside me, his cum dripping into my underwear and my pussy sore. It’s dirty and fucking delicious. I can’t help but glance at him, but he’s all business now. He slipped into a suit as I put one of his shirts on—mine was ruined, as was my bra. I tied it around my stomach to look chic and swiped back my sweaty hair so I didn’t look freshly fucked.
We both know what this means. We might be able to catch them in the act, hell, even get one of the men and find out what he knows. He must be breaking the law with how fast he’s driving, but no one dares pull him over, and we skid to a stop outside of the three-story club with a bright pink, neon sign proudly declaring its name with a line around the block. Keanu climbs out, walks around the car, and opens my door, offering me his hand. I accept it and he pulls me out before bleeping the lock and heading straight to the bouncer, his arm wrapping around me and pulling me under his shoulder.
I’m surprised he let me come, but I guess it was easier and quicker than having to fight me on it. At least this way he can keep an eye on me because, let’s face it, I would have snuck out and followed him like the awesome spy I am. Keanu did some digging on the way as he drove and found out two girls are locked in the toilet, which was what the call was about. We head inside, past the bouncers who instantly open the door despite the line.
It leads into a small hallway with a coat stand and ticket puncher to the left, but again we bypass them and head through the glass door to the right, which opens up onto one floor of the club.
A bar is directly before us, almost empty. This floor seems more chilled, with booths and tables scattered around while people casually drink to the left of what looks like a kitchen. On the back wall are stairs leading both up and down, and even a lift is positioned there as well as toilet signs pointing in different directions. I peek downstairs and see what appears to be a disco floor, but Keanu pulls me up to the next level. Some toilets are directly to the left and right of the landing—men’s to the right, women’s to the left. Another two doorways open on the back wall, where I glimpse another bar and some people dancing through one, and a long corridor leading to an outside smoking area through the other, as well as additional stairs beside us leading up.
Shit, how big is this club? It’s going to be hard to find them.
“Go in and see if they’re there, I’ll wait here. If not, we’ll check the toilets on the top floor. If she’s there, get some information and come find me right here,” he orders, narrowing his eyes on me.
“Got it.” I lean up and drop a kiss on his lips. “Gotta say, this bossy dangerous side of you is turning me on,” I whisper, before sauntering away into the toilets, shaking my ass purposely at him. I ignore the girls leaning against the walls in their skimpy dresses with drinks in hands, talking too loudly and reeking of alcohol and smoke. They don’t spot me as I slip past them and into the toilets which are an L-shape. The sinks and hand dryers are on the left, with the mirrors filled by girls doing their makeup and hair and taking pictures. To the right is a row of stalls, all filled.
Okay, how the fuck do I do this?
With no other way, I just open my mouth. “Yo, any drugged up girls in here?” I yell, as I walk down the aisle and then reconsider. “Not voluntarily?”
All I hear is the usual chatter until a pink-haired head peeks out of the last stall. “Hey, you with the police?”
“Er, sure.” I nod and head her way, stopping when she blocks the door with only her head out. “What happened?”
She frowns but bites down on her lip.
“Look, what’s your name?” I ask, playing nice.
“Lola,” she whispers.
“Hi, Lola, I’m Nadia, now we can’t help you until we know what happened,” I urge, acting friendly enough.
She darts her eyes around but sighs. “My friend, she was flirting with this guy, you know. He was hot and seemed nice, so I went for a dance, but when I came back I saw him put something in her drink, but she shot it back before I could warn her. I got her out of there and hid in here because he was following us.”
“Smart girl.” I grin. “She in there?”
She nods and opens the door to show me her friend sprawled on the floor, her dress up around her waist, showing her black panties with smiley faces on them, her sparkly dress exposing her. Her head is lolled to the side, her brown hair dipping into the toilet, her lipstick smudged across her face, her eyes flickering every now and again, but she’s out of it.
“Fuck,” I mutter, and then look at Lola. “Shut the door, lock it, and don’t open it for anyone but me,” I order and she nods, and I wait for her to do just that before I hurry out to find Keanu. We need to help that girl and get her out of here before they get her.
I can’t see him anywhere outside. Fuck, where is he? He told me he would be right here. I hesitate in front of the toilet, not wanting to move, my eyes roving around the crowd before stopping on a man in a suit leaning against the opposite wall. His eyes scanning over the crowd with too much intensity...like he’s searching for someone. Fuck.
A hand grabs my waist and spins me and I scream, but another hand covers my mouth. When I spot Keanu, I relax, nodding at him. He lets go and looks around before pushing me into the wall, placing his arm next to my head and caging me there.
“Where were you?” I hissed.
“Blending in,” he replies.
“There’s a guy over there. I think he’s looking for her,” I inform him.
He nods. “No doubt, is she in there?”
I glance beyond Keanu, but then look back at him, relaxing against him to make it look like we’re flirting. “Yes, her and her friend Lola, who got her out of there when she realised something was wrong. Problem though, the girl is out cold,” I whisper.
His lips go taut, his eyes distant as he thinks. “Okay, you and Lola drag her out and down to my car. I’ll distract him.”
“How?” I question and he grins.
“Easy, pick a fight.” He leans down and drops a kiss on my lips before spinning and lasering in on the man, striding right up to him and adding a drunk sway to his steps.
“Hey, you! You fucking bastard! You checking out my girl?” he slurs, his voice loud and catching everyone’s attention. The crowd moves closer, blocking me off from Keanu as he squares off against the guy. Smart.
I duck back into the toilets and hurry to the stall, knocking. “Lola, open up, it’s Nadia.”
She does and checks it’s me before sighing in relief.
“Let’s go.” I jerk my head and nod at her friend. “Help me with her, my partner is causing a distraction while we get downstairs.”
We both grab the girl, grunting as we manoeuvre her out of the stall and toss an arm over each of our shoulders. Shit, she’s heavy. We walk as fast as we can from the toilet, and I make sure to stay on the outside, closest to the guy, and turn her slightly to stop him from seeing her.
I can hear yelling, Keanu and another guy, and have to trust he can look after himself as we struggle down the stairs and back out of the door to the front, the cold hitting us and making us shiver. The bouncer looks at us and frowns, so I laugh.
“Don’t worry, too much to drink, we’re getting her home.” I smile sweetly, not wanting him to get his boss if he’s in on it.
I wait near the car nervously. Come on, come on, I chant, until I see Keanu slipping through the door while doing up his suit, his knuckles red and covered in blood. He nods when he sees us and unlocks the car. I get the girls into the back and rush around the passenger side as he slides into the driver’s seat and guns it.
I look at the girls and then out of the window to see a van—the same fucking van from when I was there—peeling away from the club and coming after us. “Keanu,” I warn.
“I know,” he growls and turns the wheel, cutting a corner. He pulls up outside the police station and looks back at the girls. “I’ll help you get her inside and then we’ll draw them away—go quickly, while they’re in traffic.” They struggle with the girl until she’s inside as I look out of the back window nervously. I spot the van just as Keanu gets back in and pulls away.
“Drive,” I demand, as the van speeds up until it’s right behind us. I look at Keanu to see him grinning as he shifts gears, going faster.
“Let’s give these bastards something to chase, shall we?” he comments, winking over at me, and my pussy pulses. Fucking hell. “Seat belt, Brat,” he orders, and I turn back to face the front and click it in place.
He reaches over and puts on music, his hands tightening on the wheel as he speeds up, racing down the one-way street, which is almost empty this late, apart from taxis. The van stays on us the whole time, nearly hitting a car pulling out, and leaving them blaring their horn.
Keanu races through a changing light, and they keep up as he spins left and onto the road heading out of town—a long stretch that’s super quiet at this time of night. He glances over at me again with an evil grin tugging at his lips. “Hope they can keep up.”
Then, he guns it, and I’m thrown back in my seat as he laughs and changes gears again. Something about him in a suit and the reckless way he’s driving is seriously turning me on. I look over my shoulder to see the van struggling to keep up.
“We’re losing them,” I point out breathlessly.
“Not for long,” he teases, and when there are no other cars in sight, he yanks the wheel to the side, fishtailing us. I scream, reaching for the ‘oh shit’ handle as I’m thrown into the door. We stop abruptly, flinging me forward, and I pant, staring around wide-eyed to see we are blocking the road.
