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“Good ol’ Uncle Beckett has changed the deal. Pretty soon, you’ll no longer be needed.” He smirks an evil, bloodcurdling smirk. “Turns out, your brother marrying my sister makes much more sense. See, he actually brings something to the table, unlike you.”
“What do you mean?” I whisper.
“Oh, you didn’t hear?” he chimes. “My sister is marrying your brother, who is expected to become a professional athlete very, very soon.” He presses his hands together. “It’s nothing personal, baby doll. But aside from your uncle’s rich clientele, you don’t benefit me. But make no mistake; you will never get the chance to be with Hercules. Nor will you ever be with another man. Just because I don’t want you doesn’t mean I’m willing to share with my own fucking guard.” He leans back before patting his knee. “Now, come sit on my lap. I’m going to tell Hudson he needs to leave now. As it turns out, your uncle needs him back in the States anyway.”
Fighting through the sensation of my skin crawling from disgust, I make my way around the desk before sitting on his lap. He runs his fingers down my raw back, and I bite back a cry.
“And if you try to stop me or do anything stupid, I will kill him in front of you, understood?”
Nodding slowly, I open my mouth to force the words out. “Yes, sir.”
He pats his hand on my back again, and I wince. “Good little slut.”
I head toward Enzo’s office, keeping my demeanor as I always do. Calm. Cool. Collected. But truth be told, I have no idea what this shit is about or why he needs to see me alone.
Could he have found out that time nearly two weeks ago, when I watched his fiancée make herself come while I fucked my hand until I blew my load all over her ring? Or maybe when she sucked my dick in his field overlooking the ocean while he was on the phone? And how, just when he was ending the call, she was swallowing me down before she licked me clean?
Or perhaps someone found out I was in the shower with her, eating her pussy like it was the best dessert I’d ever been served. And then, a few nights ago, there was the kiss when Rossi was in the store.
So many things I’ve done could get me in trouble with Enzo, and truthfully, they might have just been worth it. Because lately, that woman has been the only thing on my mind. Which makes doing my job incredibly fucking hard.
It’s basically taken every bit of self-control inside of me not to sneak into her room every single night and worship her perfect body until she’s screaming my name. I’ve had to settle for stolen glances and quick, heated looks from across the room. But her carrying that notebook around isn’t safe either, especially with one particular drawing in it.
Me. Pounding my cock into her on his desk.
If I have my way, it’ll soon become a reality. Only … I’m going to do it while he is watching. I’ll give him a front-row seat to view me taking what’s mine. Her sweet, flawless pussy.
I’ve been trying to figure out a way to get her home so that she can be there for Walker since his friend died. I know she wants to be there for her friend Poppy too. I didn’t tell her that I know Poppy Wilson. At least, I know of her. Since my sister, Ginger, owns the strip club—Peaches—just on the outskirts of Brooks University and I sometimes fill in as a bouncer when she needs one, she employs a few of the students from the college. One in particular, Ryann, is friends with Poppy and talks about her often. I like Ryann. She takes no shit from anyone. But because I’m an agent, one thing I know about her is that she’s being investigated for illegally entering into the country. Shit like that makes helping my sister out with shifts at Peaches awkward because I know more than I could ever say.
I want Briar to be able to go home to grieve the loss of Poppy’s brother with her and Walker, but so far, I’m coming up short on an idea on how to do it. I’ve never felt like more of a failure in my life.
When I reach the office, I knock once.
“Come in,” he says, keeping his voice completely monotone.
When I push the door open, my heart begins to pound when I see that Briar is sitting on his lap, facing me. Even though I panic that she’s in trouble, I make sure to keep my face unchanged. She doesn’t look right at me, but more around me. Right away, I need to know what the fuck this is about.
“Are you wondering what you’re doing here, Hercules?” he says coolly, but doesn’t wait for me to respond before he throws another question my way. “Do you think my fiancée is attractive, Hercules?” He reclines back, placing his hands on her hips, making me want to grab him by the throat, choke him out, and fuck her on his corpse.
“I think Ms. James is a beautiful woman.” I nod. “That’s why you chose her, I am sure.”
“Wrong,” he says, digging his fingertips deeper into her hips. “I didn’t choose her. Her uncle chose me. Just like my father chose my sister to marry Briar’s brother.” He barks out a laugh, shaking his head. “A hockey player with my sister. Can you imagine?” He shrugs his shoulders. “But, hey … two family ties are better than one. Right? Besides, the NHL is a powerful thing in the States, I’m told.”
“I’m sure it is.” I nod once, keeping my eyes away from Briar so as not to set Enzo off.
“I’ve seen you watching her, Hercules.” He sits up, pushing his face into her neck, still keeping his gaze on me. “I can tell you think about fucking her. It’s written in your eyes.”
“No, sir,” I answer quickly. “Absolutely not.”
“Do you want to watch me fuck her?” he coos, the smirk on his lips reaching his eyes. “Or perhaps you want to watch her suck my dick?”
I’ll fucking murder you before I watch that shit, motherfucker.
Inside, my heart is racing, my pulse is out of fucking control, and my breathing becomes harder. But this is a test. And if I don’t pass … the woman on his lap is going to pay. So will I, but I couldn’t care less about that.
He moves his hand and cups the area between her thighs. “This pussy is mine. I might not have had my cock inside of her yet, but when I do … she’ll never so much as look at another man. Not until I tell her too, anyway.”
His hand rushes to her neck, gripping it. Terror flashes in her eyes, but she keeps herself composed. His palm moves upward, and he brushes her lips with his fingers before forcing one into her mouth.
