Bad Girl

by Goode, Ella

  “I don’t know what you want.”

  “Everything. I want everything. I want to know who this person is you sold me out to. I also want to know your favorite thing to have for breakfast, what colors you prefer, what side of the bed you sleep on. I want to know if you want one kid or five or some number in between, and how big of a diamond you want on your finger. I want to know why you fight me so damn hard, mouthing off, stealing my plans, selling them to someone else, but coming back and letting me love you. I want to know everything.” I heave her off my lap and upright so that she can stare me in the eye and turn me away. “You either talk or you walk.” I point my finger toward the door. “The exit is right there if you can’t be honest.” I hold my breath. I have no fucking clue what I’ll do if she tries to walk out of here. I might lose my mind.

  She sucks in a breath, and I tense up with fear that she’s leaving.

  “Why five?” she blurts out unexpectedly.

  “Why what?”

  “Five. Why is five the upper limit? Why not eight kids or ten kids? You’ve got enough money here”—she flings out an arm—“to have a whole football team.”

  I relax a tiny bit. “I was thinking of you, darling. A football team seems like it would wreak havoc on your spirit. We can have as many as you want.”

  Her lower lip trembles, and her hands fly up to cover her eyes. “You killed my dad, and so I had to get back at you.” A sob leaves her.

  “I killed your dad?” She’s said her dad was an investor that couldn’t afford to play the game with me. Her dad must’ve gotten involved in one of those shady deals, lost all his money, and killed himself. “What about the people who don’t have the power to get their money back? What about them?” she’d asked. I told her those people should pound rocks. It wasn’t a rhetorical question but one that held a shit ton of significance for her. I feel like an asshole and a fool. “Sweetheart, I’m sorry.” I pull her forlorn body into the circle of my arms. She buries her face into my neck. The wetness on my skin deepens my guilt.

  “Was it the Park Hill deal?”

  She nods.

  “Your dad invested?”

  She nods again.

  “And I won the bid, and he lost his money to some schemer?”

  Another nod.

  “I’m not mad at you. Deals come and go. It was the fact you weren’t talking, that you were hiding from me. We can’t have anything meaningful if you’re keeping secrets. You understand that, don’t you?”

  “Yes.”

  “You wanna tell me all about it so that I can spank you because it makes you horny and not because you think you did something wrong?”

  “Why aren’t you mad at me? How do I know you’re not doing this to ferret out all the information and then you’ll dump me?” she cries.

  “Whew. We need to build up some trust between us. Guess I can’t do anything but show you that these buildings mean nothing to me. People are what matter. Sweetheart, I shut down my whole office because I thought there was some crazed dumbass with a knife who could harm you. In this business, you are going to lose deals. It’s just how it is, but if the bargain came down to you or a dozen Park hotel properties, I’d choose you a million times over. You’re irreplaceable. No one I’ve ever met moves me like you do, and I’m not just talking about making my dick hard. I’m talking here.” I thump my fist against my heart. “It is a faith thing, and I can’t make you believe me. I can only ask.”

  Leila pushes away, wipes the back of her hands against her cheeks, and begins to talk. “It was me and Mom for my whole life, and then she died. I was a mess when I lost her. When I was going through her things, I found a journal. In the journal she wrote about my dad. I went to find him because…”—she presses her lips together to keep a sob inside—“because I was lonely. I didn’t have anyone. Chris Parson is my uncle. He said that my dad killed himself because you cheated them and that I could avenge my father by bringing you down. I don’t have an Ivy League education and I can’t play chess. I’m a waitress. That’s all I’ve ever done.” She pins me with a stare that’s half defiant and half hurt. “Now you know the truth. What are you going to do?”

  I wrap my hand in her hair and bring her face close to my mouth. “First, I’m going to love you like you’ve never been loved before, and second, we’re going to find Chris and beat the shit out of him.”

  I plant my mouth against hers and wage war with my tongue. She wraps her legs around my waist and presses her core against my aching cock. I won’t last long like this. Rising, I carry her up the stairs to the bedroom, feeling the brush of her sex with each excruciating step. I drop her on the bed and divest her of every last piece of clothing until she lies nude on the sheets. I strip off my own clothes and kneel between her legs.

  “Your pussy needs some love before I introduce my cock or it’s going to hurt.” I draw my finger down the seam of her pussy. “You’re tiny here.”

  “I’m having doubts that you’re going to fit.” She gazes with a hint of trepidation at the rod bouncing in the air between us. Thank fuck she isn’t protesting.

  I take her hand and wrap it around my shaft. “It’s not going to get smaller, sweetheart. Best you just get used to it. Rub it hard. Don’t be shy.”

  I scoop some essence from her pussy and lather up my cock. “Like this.” I enclose my hand over hers and show her how I like it—a little rough, a little tight, with plenty of attention to the cockhead. Her fingers can’t close the distance around my member, but it’s still the best hand job I’ve ever had. Her little tongue pokes out between her lips as she applies herself to jerking me off.

  “You’re a good student,” I choke out. Want is squeezing the air out of my lungs. I pull out of her grip before I spend my seed on her belly.

  “I wasn’t finished,” she pouts.

  “But I was about to, and it’s always ladies’ first.”

  Her eyes narrow. “What other ladies?”

  I slide my hands under her hips. “It’s a saying. No other ladies but you.”

  “Better not be or your tires aren’t the only thing that are gonna got slashed.”

  I pause a centimeter away from her clit. “Are you saying—“

  She claps a hand over her mouth as she realizes what she just confessed. “You’re going to kick me out now, aren’t you?”

  “No,” I growl, “but I probably will be locking you up.”

  “Did you like the tires that much?” Her lower lip trembles.

  “Fuck, sweetheart, slash all the tires, key all the cars. I don’t care.” What matters is that I’m about to taste heaven. I bring her cunt to my mouth and eat at the fruit of paradise. I’ve been wanting to do this since the day I saw her in my office. I devour her like the starving man I am. She wriggles in my grip as I lash her with my tongue.

  “War...” she moans.

  Or maybe she’s saying more. I don’t know, but I apply myself. If she’s the best student then I gotta be the best teacher, giving the best lesson of her life.

  Her hips buck and writhe as I feast on her clit, suck on her swollen lips, and tongue her hot channel. Her fingers dig into the sheets, pulling and twisting as she seeks her sweet release. I press harder, tongue her deeper, kiss her longer until her essence gushes over my face, wetting my cheeks and lips and chin. My own name rings in my ears as she allows the orgasm to overtake her.

  “More, War, give me more,” she cries.

  I live to serve. I take my rock-hard shaft and position the cockhead at her swollen entrance. Despite being slick as shit, she’s still tighter than a drum. She gasps, half in surprise, half in delight, when my dick pierces her.

  “More?” I ask, the devil in my voice.

  “Yes.” She’s just as wicked as me.

  “All right, bad girl, hold on.” I surge forward, taking her swift and sharp. Hunger propels me.

  Her screams turn to pleas as pain gives away to excruciating pleasure. Her sex is tight and hot and juicy wet. She thrashes b
eneath me, looking helpless and delectable as my cock embeds itself inside her body.

  “There’s no escaping me now,” I warn her. “You can never”—I ram forward—“ever”—I thrust again—“ever”—once more and the lights in the back of my eyes explode—“leave.”

  She comes, and the butterfly spasms of her pussy convulsing around my uber sensitive cock pulls my orgasm out from the recesses where I locked it away so I could focus on pleasuring her. It erupts like a geyser, and I flood her cunt with seed.

  I’ve never felt happier or more satisfied. No deal has ever put me on this level of euphoria. I don’t even feel like I’m on earth anymore, but she’s transported me to some planet of bliss where there’s nothing but endless waves of erotic sensation.

  The orgasm starts at my toes and spreads like electricity throughout my veins until there’s no part of me she has not touched. I am hers, heart and soul, body and mind. From here on, she owns me. My body knows what she can deliver, and it will forever lust after her.

  Even when I come out of my lust-induced fugue to lie sweaty and breathless next to her, I’m still fucking blissed out. I tuck her close to me, whispering how beautiful she is, how sexy she felt, how I want her again already.

  “You promise?” she murmurs sleepily. “Never to let go? Never to allow me to leave?”

  I tighten my hold on her and kiss the crown of her head. “Yes. Cross my heart and promise to kill myself in the most gruesome way if I do let go of your hand.”

  “I’ve had so many losses already, Warren. I can’t open myself up for more hurt.”

  My heart clenches at her words and the hurt in her voice. “No more losses for you, sweetheart. Only gains. Me, this house, and a football team worth of kids.”

  “I don’t want a football team worth of kids. I think I only want three.”

  “Three then.”

  “Or four.”

  “Four is fine.”

  “Maybe five.”

  “Whatever you want.” I cannot be more honest. I live to make her happy. Nothing less than her complete satisfaction will ever fulfill me. I didn’t know life could be like this, but I don’t want it any other way.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Leila

  Warren reaches over, putting his hand on my leg. His fingers brush against the inside of my thigh. I’m wearing a ridiculously overpriced Dolce & Gabbana sundress. It’s beautiful and feels amazing against my skin, but the giant price tag almost gave me a heart attack. I tried to fight Warren on buying me clothes.

  Ultimately he’d gotten me to cave with a compromise. All it took was him telling me that he wanted me to get lots of dresses so if I needed a reminder of who I belonged to, he could quickly redden my ass. He tricked me, knowing I could never resist that temptation.

  As crazy as it might sound, I found that I really loved trying on all the clothes he picked out for me. As well as his approval each time I stepped out of the dressing room. Him doting on me and taking care of most of my needs has soothed something inside of me. The man shouldn't be doing anything for me, but somehow, he’s in love with me. For now at least. I still worry I might be too much for him to handle.

  “Sweetheart.” He gives my thigh a squeeze. I sit up straighter, taking my head off his shoulder.

  “What?”

  “Get out of your own head.” I bite the inside of my cheek.

  Warren might not have been on to me when we first met, but now I can’t seem to get anything past him. That man reads me like a freaking book, and we’ve only known each other a short time. He said love can make you blind to things. He always says the right things to make me feel better.

  “Are you going to tell me what’s going on in that head of yours?” I want to say nothing, but I made a vow to myself I’d never lie to Warren again. “Fine.” He grabs me, pulling me into his lap so I’m straddling him. I can hear the divider going up inside the car to give us privacy.

  “Tell me.” He rubs his thumb across my face trying to reassure me.

  “I’m worried I might be too much. I’m so clingy.” Warren hasn't really gone back to the office lately. We’ve had to stop in a few times, and I went with him. I go everywhere with him. When he’s not near me I start to freak out.

  He lets out a deep chuckle. “I thought it was me who was being clingy by dragging you everywhere with me. I don’t like having you out of my sight.”

  I swallow. “Do you take me everywhere with you because you’re afraid I might do something?”

  “No, sweetheart. You can do whatever the hell you want. I don’t care. I want you close for my own selfish needs. You really can’t understand how much I need you. Give it time and you’ll see.” My eyes burn with tears. He picks up my hand, kissing the giant ring on my finger. He’d slipped it on me that first night after everything went down. I was shocked to learn he’d been holding on to it for a few days already. Between that and him never using protection when we make love should tell me all I need to know.

  “I love you so much. It’s scary.” His whole body goes hard under me. It’s the first time I’ve said those words back to him. He’s said them a thousand times to me.

  “Sweetheart.” His face softens.

  “I should have said it days ago, but I thought saying it might end up hurting me more if something happens between us.”

  “The only thing happening between us is a wedding followed by a bunch of babies.”

  “I know that now.” I lean in and kiss him. His fingers tangle in my hair before he deepens the kiss. He takes over all the control, and I let him. It’s something I both crave and need.

  “War.” I moan his name as he breaks away from the kiss. I wiggle in his lap, his hard cock pressing against my clit.

  “We’ll have to finish this later. We have something we need to handle.” He lifts me off his lap before stepping out of the car. I fight a smile as I watch him adjust his cock before giving me his hand to help me out. “Do you trust me?”

  “Yes,” I say instantly, making him smile. He tucks a piece of hair behind my ear.

  “Good girl.” I preen under his praise. He keeps his hand in mine as he guides me into an office building. We take the elevator up almost to the top floor before we step off. The woman at the front desk gives War a nod as we pass her desk and head into a conference room.

  “Do you have a meeting?” I ask.

  “No, sweetheart. I have unfinished business.” Before I can ask any further details, the door opens. My eyes lock with Chris’s. My stomach drops. War gives my hand a reassuring squeeze.

  “What the hell is going on?” Chris shifts on his feet. He’s nervous.

  “We have some things to take care of.”

  “The deal is done. The Park Hill property is mine. Get over it.” He turns to leave.

  “It’s going to be a hard project for you to handle in prison.” Chris freezes for a long moment before he turns back around. His eyes look down to take in War’s and my connected hands.

  “She’ll go down too.” His eyes are so cold. I should have listened to my gut when I got that strange feeling from him in the start.

  I’d been so desperate to belong I would have made myself believe anything. A woman senses these things. It was the same with War. I was there to hurt him, but I kept falling for him more and more. On some level, I knew he was a good man.

  “This isn’t about the Park Hill deal. This is about you murdering your brother to try and collect his life insurance.” My stomach drops. Holy hell.

  “You have no proof of that,” Chris hisses back, but I notice he doesn’t deny it. How is this happening?

  “I’m sure you thought it would be simple until Leila showed up and threw a wrench into your plans. Then you got greedy. So you used her to try and get even more money. Trying to set yourself up for years to come.”

  “No clue what you’re talking about. I’m leaving.” He tries to head out again, but War keeps going.

  “We have proof. You didn’t think a
bout the cameras that are set up around the building. They’re really everywhere. Not to mention your cell phone pinged you there too.”

  Chris's hands start to shake in fear. I’m speechless at War’s revelations. I feel sick to my stomach thinking about how naïve I’ve been.

  “I’ll give you the Park Hill deal back,” he offers as panic sets in. War lets out a deep laugh.

  “There is no amount of money you could ever give me that I would take. I have no doubt you had plans to kill my Leila too.” I wrap my arm around War’s to give me strength. I’m on the brink of tears and need whatever support I can get at this moment. “You’re lucky I don’t have my hands wrapped around your neck.”

  Chris tries to run out of the room, knowing he’s been caught. Three FBI agents block him from going anywhere.

  “I want my lawyer.” I enjoy seeing the panic that’s written all over his face.

  “Good luck finding a good one in this city that will help you.” I watch as the FBI agents cuff him and read him his rights. Chris starts to cry. “You really should be thanking me. Borrowing money from the Espositos was a terrible idea. They’re going to want you dead once they realize you didn’t get your hands on that money. You’ll be safer in prison. Maybe.”

  The agents start to pull him away. Chris pleads as they drag him along. Finally, I let a few tears fall when he’s gone.

  “How?” I think I’m in a little bit of shock but also relieved in a way.

  “I went digging. I wasn't going to let that man have his claws in you.”

  “Only you can have claws in me.” I’m actually relaxed right now. War lets out a chuckle.

  “You’re catching on.” He pulls me into him.

  “I’m sorry I got you into this mess.” I rest my hands on his chest.

  “I’m not. This is what brought you into my life. I’ll forever be grateful for that.” My heart melts at his words. My tears escape. “Don’t cry. You know that kills me.” He reaches his hand up to wipe my tears away.