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"Please," she whispers, and the sound sends a jolt straight through me, right to my rock-hard cock. I should be furious, and a part of me is, but there’s also something else. This is a challenge, and I know, even if she doesn’t, that I’m not a man who turns away from a challenge.
And she’s a challenge, the most interesting and attractive one I’ve had in a very long time. She’s got her hands twisted in the blankets, her back arched up, and I slide two fingers inside her, pushing them in to the last knuckle, and feeling her tight cunt squeeze them. She gasps, and I lick her clit, sucking on it, the taste of her making my mouth water.
I could fuck her, I could fuck her until she couldn’t move, until her thighs were quivering, her mouth open and gasping. And right now, that seems like the best thing to do, although I know it’s a mistake. I need to find out who the fuck has sent this woman, and why.
I pull back, and her eyes, those pale blue, grey, indecisive, beautiful eyes, fly open. Her lips are parted, the flush of pleasure rising to her cheeks, her hair mussed and tangled. She’s half-way to an orgasm, more than, and shocked that I’m stopping. But she has no idea the kind of control I have.
"You stay here," I say to her, my voice dark. "Do not move. Not an inch." I get to my feet, feeling my cock chafe against the inside of my boxers, irritation at having been denied the hot, sweet taste of her cunt. Her eyes follow me, wide and uncertain, and she nods, swallowing nervously.
"Stay," I remind her, and I walk out, closing the doors behind me. I’m going to fix this, and then I am going to fuck her senseless as punishment for daring to interrupt the carefully ordered life I’ve built.
The man standing in the lobby, looking anxious, is a good ten years younger than me, but still old enough to know what he’s doing. He’s tall, dark, with an earpiece in and a black suit.
"Sir," he says, nodding respectfully, and his gaze is direct and unwavering.
"I’m going to ask you a question," I say, and he nods again. "If you don’t want to answer, just say you won’t, and leave. No repercussions, and your debt will be forgiven, alright?"
"Okay, sir," he says. Conor Flynn
"Who the fuck hired Miss Morrow, and why did they do it?" I stare at him, and he swallows.
"H-Heather?" He asks, confused, and that’s when I know that he’s not hiding anything. He really thought Heather had sent her.
"Not Heather," I growl, and he frowns, the confusion deepening. Fuck. He knows nothing. And now I need to go along the chain, figure out if Heather has any idea, who sent this tiny viper into my nest. "Go home. You did nothing wrong, but if I find out you’re lying to me, I’ll end you."
He’s gone in a second, the elevator doors opening and shutting, and then he’s disappeared from my sight. Back inside the condo, Ashley waits in my bedroom, unmonitored and unshackled, my entire home accessible to her. I wonder if she’ll take the opportunity. Not that she’ll find anything. Dani took the paperwork with her when she left our earlier meeting, and I don’t have a single computer on the premises. I’ve learned lessons about being raided by the cops, or infiltrated by enemies.
No computers. No evidence. Just me, and my brain.
I head back to the bedroom, and push the doors open.
Ashley is still where I left her, although she’s moved, her legs bent, her arms covering her face, like she’s trying to hide from the world.
"Did you move?" I ask, and her arms lower, and she looks at me, her cheeks flushing, and she shakes her head, a clear lie. A thrill of excitement and rage shoots through me, and I’m on her in an instant, grabbing her wrists and forcing her down. "Don’t lie to me, little spy, it’ll only make things worse," I snarl. "Who sent you to me, and why?"
"I— can’t tell you," she whispers, and her lips part, a gasp leaving her lips as I push my knee between her thighs, the hard press of my leg against her pussy.
"What happens if you do?" I ask, and my breath catches in the back of my throat as her eyes widen, the grey-blue almost disappearing with the flare of her pupils, and the pink flush to her skin spreads.
"Someone I love will be killed," she murmurs, and there’s something like resignation in her tone. She doesn’t want to be here. The knowledge hits me, and a pang of regret follows it, chased by irritation and jealousy. Who the hell could she be in love with? She lays, helpless under me, the soft pink of her pussy glistening in the dim lights of the room. I should bury myself inside of her, fuck her until I get the real truth out of her, because she’s only telling it to me in bits and pieces.
"Who?" I ask, and I lean down, pressing my mouth to her ear. "Tell me, and maybe I’ll let you go, let you walk out of here." It’s a lie, a dirty fucking lie, and I can’t believe I’m saying it. I know myself too well. I want her now, I want her for my own. I’ve never asked for anything to be truly mine, not since my father and uncles were slaughtered.
This woman, she’s mine. She’s mine and I’m keeping her.
"A girl," Ashley murmurs, "a friend, and he’ll kill her if he finds out."
"I could have you killed, little spy, and then who would suffer?"
"She would, and everyone in my building," she says, her eyes wet with tears, her face flushed with arousal, with shame, and with fear. "He knows where we are. Please, please don’t do that. Kill me if you want, but save Sam. Not her."
"Why?" I ask, and her lips part. "Why should I give you anything you ask for? I don’t put up with disloyalty. And from the moment you set foot on my property, you were disloyal."
"I don’t belong to you," she snaps, and the flash of fire, the quick retort, makes my cock twitch and harden. "You don’t own me, and I’m not yours. I’m nobody’s. But if you kill her, if he hurts her, I will make you regret it, somehow, someway. I will. I’ll hack your computers, I’ll ruin everything?—"
I laugh, and shake my head.
"You think I’m ever letting you go?" I ask quietly. "I’ll keep you here, locked up, for as long as I want."
