Beautiful Prey: The Storm Series

by Daniels, Phoenix

  “Oh, God, yes,” she sang.

  Jack reached up and gently nudged her chest, urging her to lie down on the table. Jack placed her legs over his shoulders and continued to feast on her. He inserted two fingers into her pussy and furiously flicked at her clit with his tongue. Victoria’s moans filled the room, and she began to pant.

  “Oh, baby, you make my pussy feel so good. It feels so fucking good. Oh, God, baby,” she cooed.

  Jack could feel her juices running down his chin, and he knew she was close. Victoria reached down and grabbed the edge of the table. She began to push herself into Jack’s fingers and he could feel her legs shaking on top of his shoulders.

  “Yes, baby. Just like that,” she panted.

  She furiously rode his fingers while he flicked at her hard nub. Jack closed his lips around her clit and gently sucked it until she shattered.

  “Baby, I’m cumming! Argh fuck!” Victoria screamed as her body went limp.

  Jack rose from the chair and pushed it back with his foot. He guided his painfully hard cock inside of her. Her walls were still pulsing from her orgasm, and the feeling almost made Jack cum. He pushed completely inside of her and stilled before pulling out. He needed to regain control. After a few seconds, Jack pulled himself almost completely out before returning his cock to her wet pussy. He gripped Victoria’s hips and rhythmically pumped his cock into her pussy. Jack slowed his movement and massaged her insides. She was so tight that her walls fiercely gripped his cock. Victoria’s whimpers and the squishing sounds from her wet pussy sent him into a frenzy, and he began to pound furiously into her. Jack leaned forward, placed his palms on the table and pushed balls deep inside of her. Victoria lifted her ass to give Jack more access to her pussy. Jack gripped her ass and rocked deeper with each stroke.

  Jack watched Victoria’s beautiful tits bounce uncontrollably until he couldn’t take the perfect sight anymore and palmed her tits.

  “Yes, baby. Fuck me!” She was crying out. “Fuck! Me!”

  Jack needed her to cum because he wouldn’t be able to hold out too out much longer. “Fuck baby! Argh! Fuck, baby! Cum for me, baby,” Jack growled.

  He pinched Victoria’s nipples and fucked her until she began to shake.

  “Argh, baby! Fuck! I’m cumming, baby!”

  Her pussy convulsed around his cock and sent him flying. “Shit, Vic! I’m cumming with you, baby.”

  Jack pushed as deep as he could inside of her and pumped her full of his seed. He caught himself from collapsing on top of Victoria. Jack leaned over and rested his palms on the table. He looked down at Victoria spread out on his table and decided that she was the most beautiful woman that he’d ever seen. He leaned over, kissed Victoria’s lips, and scooped her off the table. Jack carried her up the stairs and into his bathroom. He sat her down on the vanity and started the shower. When the temperature was right, Jack walked over to Victoria, kneeled down and removed her shoes.

  He looked up at her and smiled. “Hi,” he whispered.

  She giggled, “Hi.”

  * * * *

  The next morning, Jack stood fully dressed over Victoria. He had removed the sheet from her naked body without waking her and stared down at her beautiful golden skin. Victoria had mentioned a few times that she needed to return to her apartment, but Jack couldn’t imagine waking up without her every morning. Not to mention the fact that someone was stalking her. John had yet to locate her ex, and Jack was losing patience. He came to the realization that he cared for Victoria, but he wasn’t the settling down type. He needed to have a conversation with her about what kind of relationship he was willing to have when they returned from their vacation.

  One thing was certain; Jack didn’t intend to lose her.

  He covered her body, turned, and left the room. He grabbed his briefcase and entered his private elevator. He rode the elevator down to the thirty-fifth floor, where his office was located. When the elevator doors opened, Mary was standing in front of him holding a cup of coffee.

  Jack reached for the cup and smiled. “Good morning, Mary.”

  “Good morning, Mr. Storm,” she responded without smiling.

  Jack studied her for a few seconds and asked, “What is it, Mary?”

  She gave him a disapproving look and answered, “Miss Miller is waiting to see you.”

  Jack squinted at Mary and asked, “Why?”

  “She wouldn’t say. She just said that she needed to see you.”

  Jack rubbed Mary’s shoulder and told her, “I’ll take care of it. Please push my eight o’clock telephone conference call back ten minutes.”

  She nodded. “Yes, Mr. Storm.”

  They turned the corner and entered the reception area. When Caroline spotted Jack, she rose from her seat and slapped on her signature fake smile. Jack walked past her and entered his office. Caroline quickly followed. Jack sat behind his desk and studied Caroline as she took a seat opposite him. He really couldn’t imagine what he ever saw in her. Everything about her was artificial. She sat there in a club dress that was too tight and showed way too much cleavage for eight o’clock in the morning.

  “What do you want, Caroline?”

  When Jack’s voice displayed his lack of patience, Caroline’s eyes widened as if she was surprised by his tone. “I miss you. I thought I’d hear from you by now,” she whined.

  Jack glared at her like she had three eyes. “Why do you think you would have heard from me? We’ve gone as far as we’re ever going to go and I have no need to ever...”

  “Mr. Storm, Miss Victoria Price is on the line,” Mary interrupted.

  Caroline rolled her eyes and didn’t attempt to hide her jealousy. Jack laughed on the inside because he knew Mary’s motives behind the interruption. “Put her through.”

  “Excuse me, Caroline. I have to take this.” The phone rang and he picked up the receiver. “Good morning, Victoria,” he said unable to hold back his smile.

  “Why didn’t you wake me?”

  “I got up early and I thought I’d let you get a little more sleep since you were up so late last night.”

  She yawned and responded, “Well, I missed waking up with you.”

  Jack smiled again and asked, “Why don’t you stop by the office on your way out and give me a goodbye kiss?”

  “You won’t be too busy?”

  Caroline shifted in her seat. She was clearly irritated.

  “I’m never too busy to get a kiss from my baby,” he answered.

  She yawned again and responded. “Okay. I’ll see you in about an hour. I don’t have to be at work until eleven.”

  “Okay. See you in a minute, babe.”

  Jack ended the call and returned his attention to Caroline. “Where was I?”

  Jack was still pissed off about the stunt she had pulled at his parent’s dinner party.

  “It seems that you still have jungle fever. I’d thought you’d be done playing with your little monkey by now.” There was pure venom in her voice.

  Jack narrowed his eyes and tilted his head. He was trying to figure out if he’d imagined Caroline saying something so ignorant. He smiled and buzzed Mary.

  “Yes, Mr. Storm?”

  “Mary, please have security come and remove this bitch from my building,” he requested in a very calm voice.

  “Yes, sir. Right away.” Jack could tell by Mary’s voice that she was all too happy to have Caroline thrown out.

  Jack looked at Caroline with contempt. “You will never be half the woman that Victoria is, and the only reason that I’m not throwing you out myself is because I never want to touch you again.”

  Caroline jumped to her feet. Anger and jealously poured from her. “Fuck you and your nigger!”

  Jack leaped from his seat and reached over his desk to grab her throat just as the security guards walked in. They snatched Caroline by the arms and dragged her from the office.

  “She is not to be allowed in the building ever again!”

  Chapter 18
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  VICTORIA

  Victoria pulled into the parking lot at her apartment building. It was Wednesday night, and she needed to pick up some things for her short vacation with Jack. She was really excited to be getting away with her sexy man.

  It had been a rough week for Victoria. She was hunting a killer that might as well have been a ghost. The killer left no survivors, and there wasn’t one witness. The only thing they had was his DNA. With nothing to compare it to, DNA meant nothing. Victoria had been doing street prostitution and internet dates all week, with no results. It had become clear that the killer was escalating. The killings had become more frequent and horribly violent. According to the FBI profiler consulting on the case, the killer was being driven by rage. Something had clearly pissed this guy off. They needed to catch him before he moved on to a different city. Unfortunately, the department didn’t show much concern after the first four murders. After all, they were only prostitutes. When someone leaked the story to the press, it suddenly became a priority. Now the entire police department and the community were frustrated and desperately trying to stop a serial killer.

  There was only so much that Victoria could do. She had been prancing her ass up and down the street and strutting through the finest hotels in Chicago. They had detectives, evidence techs, Feds, and profilers working day and night, so a few days away from the madness wouldn’t make or break this case. Jack still hadn’t told her where they were going, but he did tell her not to worry about packing. Victoria decided to run into her apartment and grab her passport, along with a few of her favorite toiletries. She hopped out of her car and walked through the parking lot. She heard a noise behind her, so she turned to find the cause. It was dark and she didn’t see anything, so she turned back and continued toward her building. Victoria heard another noise and she was certain that she saw movement in her peripheral vision. She slowed her steps and reached for her weapon. She slowly turned with her nine millimeter by her side and walked backwards to her apartment building. When she reached the entry door, she unlocked it and walked in. After grabbing her mail, she headed up the stairs. Having a killer loose had really put her on edge, and being stalked by her ex didn’t make things easier.

  When Victoria reached the top of the stairs, Mrs. O’Malley’s door flew open. She looked at Victoria with an expression that almost looked like concern and then, of course, she slammed her door. Victoria shook her head and walked into her apartment, placing her mail and weapon on the coffee table. She pulled her phone out of her purse. She needed to let Jack know that she was at her apartment and would be a little late for dinner. Victoria dialed Jack’s number and walked down the hall to her bedroom.

  “Hey, pretty lady.” His deep voice heated her core.

  She entered her bedroom and flipped the light switch. “Hey, baby. I’m at the apartment. I needed to...” She trailed off. Victoria slowly walked into her bedroom. She could hear Jack calling her name from her cellular, but she was shocked beyond belief at the sight of her bedroom. Someone had spray painted “MINE” at least a dozen times on her bedroom wall. They had also painted “SOON” on her bed and left something that looked a lot like semen on her comforter. She dropped the phone and took off running towards the living room. She grabbed her weapon off of the coffee table. She needed to search her apartment.

  After searching the front rooms, she headed to the back of her apartment. She searched the guest bath and the hall closet. Victoria pointed her weapon down the hall and headed back to her bedroom. She needed to search her bathroom and closet. She entered her bedroom and walked slowly to the closet door. Victoria pressed her back against the wall next to her closet and raised her weapon to the side of her face. She took a deep breath and slowly turned the door knob. She kicked the door open with the back of her foot and quickly turned and pointed her weapon inside the closet. After thoroughly searching her closet, she searched her bathroom. Whoever had been inside her apartment was long gone. Victoria dropped her weapon to her side and walked over to pick up her cellular. Her call to Jack was disconnected, so she dialed 911. She had no intention of putting away her weapon, so she had to let them know that she was an off duty cop. She didn’t want to get shot to death by mistake.

  Also, she knew that if she mentioned that she was a cop, they’d arrive a lot sooner. This was not exactly a priority call because whoever vandalized her apartment was no longer on the scene, so she wasn’t in imminent danger. She called Steve and Deon because word traveled fast on the department. She wanted them to know that she was okay. Victoria walked into the living room making sure not to touch anything else. She didn’t want to compromise any evidence. Victoria sat on her sofa and wondered who was stalking her. She couldn’t believe that Dante would ever do anything so insane. He was an asshole and a liar, not a lunatic. What could have happened to him to make him do something so crazy? The door buzzer snatched Victoria from her thoughts. She walked across the room and pressed the intercom.

  “Who’s there?”

  “It’s Jack.” His voice was full of panic. She pushed the button to allow him entry and opened her apartment door. She peeked out of her door and saw Jack taking the stairs three at a time. When Jack reached the top of the stairs, he looked at the gun in Victoria’s hand and asked, “What happened?”

  She stepped out of the way to let him in and simply said, “Bedroom.”

  Jack walked past her and she locked the door.

  She yelled down the hall. “Don’t touch anything!”

  “What the fuck?!” She heard him yell from her bedroom. Victoria walked back over to the sofa and took a seat. She had never felt so violated. Some psycho had not only been in her home, but he had ejaculated in her bed. Whoever broke into her apartment was fixated on her and she was afraid.

  Jack walked into the living room and sat next to Victoria. He put his arm around her and pulled her close to his body. “Are you okay, baby?”

  Victoria shook her head. “No.” She whispered without trying to hide her distress. She didn’t have to be tough when she was with Jack. “Someone broke into my home with no signs of forcible entry and busted a nut on my bed. I am not okay.”

  Jack kissed the top of Victoria’s head. “Victoria, this is not your home. You have a penthouse with twenty-four hour security,” he said while turning her to face him. “Do you understand?”

  She nodded.

  “Did you call the police yet?”

  Victoria nodded again and they sat in silence until they heard the door buzzer. As soon as they arrived, techs dusted her apartment for prints and processed the DNA left on her bed. Victoria answered endless questions and ignored the unfriendly looks that the black detectives aimed at Jack. When they were done, Victoria packed a few things and she and Jack exited her apartment. The detectives were interviewing Mrs. O’Malley in her doorway. She obviously had no plans of inviting them in her apartment. Jack and Victoria gave each other a knowing look and laughed. They headed down the stairs and out the door. Jack insisted on driving Victoria’s car so he handed Victoria the keys to an Audi. This one was an R8 Spyder. She had never seen him driving it or in the garage, so she figured it was new.

  Victoria hopped in the driver’s seat and the soft leather melted around her body. It had that new car smell. She turned the ignition and quickly searched for whatever button she needed to push to drop the top. She found it and slowly backed out of the parking space. Victoria shifted into first gear and eased off the clutch. The power of the vehicle’s acceleration startled her briefly, but she quickly became accustomed and left Jack in her dust. The power of the engine actually sent vibrations through the seat and straight to her core, causing an unexpected arousal. She was in love, love, love with this sexy piece of ingenuity. Jack nearly caught her. After all, her Camaro SS was no Hyundai. Victoria doubted that they would get pulled over for drag racing since there wasn’t a squad car in Chicago that could catch either car. Victoria beat Jack by a good distance. She entered the parking garage and pulled into o
ne of Jack’s designated spots. She hopped out and waited for Jack to park. The fast car had quickly lifted her spirits.

  “I almost had you,” Jack said as he was getting out of her Camaro.

  Victoria crossed her arms and shook her head. “Jackson, my dear, as much as I love my baby, you didn’t stand a chance. This beast of yours has given me life, baby!” Victoria uncrossed her arms, snapped her fingers over the hood of his Spyder three times, and put her hands on her hips.

  Jack laughed out loud. “I’m glad you like it, because it’s yours. I bought it for you today. I know you like fast cars and, since you live in a penthouse atop Storm Enterprises now...” He trailed off.

  Victoria shook her head and walked toward the elevator. “I’m not taking this car,” she said over her shoulder.

  Jack followed Victoria to the elevator. “What do you mean you’re not taking the car? It’s a gift.”

  They entered the elevator and Victoria turned to face him. “You can’t buy me a car, Jack.”

  “Why not?”

  “We’ve only known each other a few months, and I’ve already moved in with you. You’ve bought me a wardrobe that could rival Beyonce’s. Don’t you think that’s enough?” Jack went to speak but Victoria wasn’t finished. “Besides, I love my car. But if I wanted a new one, I have what you call good credit. I can buy my own car.”

  The elevator arrived at the penthouse, and they stepped off.

  “Vic, I know you love your car. I didn’t ask you to get rid of it. It’ll be out there whenever you wanna drive it. It’s in your name and I can’t take it back.”