by Sam Crescent
“He’s a fucking escort.”
“How do you even know that?” she asked.
“I heard him. I know my dick distracted you, but I can do two things at once. I can listen to your friend talk and fuck you.”
“Screw you, Axton. You’re not the boss of me. You’ll never be the boss of me.”
He wrapped his hand around her neck, tilting her head back with her thumb so that she had no choice but to look into his eyes.
“I am your boss, Taylor. And I will screw you until you can’t think of anyone else. You’ve fucked him, haven’t you? The escort that has been with so many women. I’m surprised you’re friends with him.”
She wasn’t going to bite.
“Got no answer for that?”
He pulled her thigh up against his waist and began to press his cock to her pussy. The shorts she wore didn’t exactly hide her from him, not that she wanted to.
“You’re wet for me, Taylor. You want me to push my dick deep inside you, fuck you right here, right now. How long has it been since you were with him?” he asked.
“That’s none of your business.”
His other hand pressed between her thighs, and she moaned.
“You’re hot for me, baby, no one else.”
He shoved his hand down her pants, and she spread her legs wide so that he could find how wet she was.
“There we go. That’s how wet you are for me, baby.” He touched her clit, and she closed her eyes. His grip tightened around her neck. “Look at me when I touch you. Know it’s me that’s making you feel good.”
She didn’t fight him.
He slid his fingers down, pushing inside her, working two fingers in deep, and she moaned, needing more.
“You want my cock, don’t you?”
“Yes!”
“I’m not going to wait.” He shoved her pants down as she attacked his, pulling them down. Wrapping her fingers around his length, she groaned as he lifted her up. In the next second, his cock was inside her, and she couldn’t believe for a second that she was fucking him in a gym.
He pulled out, only to slam to the hilt inside her, making her ache and moan for more.
Resting her head against the wall, his lips brushed her neck, and she cried out, wanting more, desperate to feel him. He fucked her hard, and she loved that he didn’t hold back, that he took what he wanted without any remorse.
She hated that her body wanted him so badly. That she couldn’t bring herself to stop this pleasure or this need that built between the two of them.
Glancing down at where they were joined, she saw his cock, slick with her cream as he took her. Cupping his face, she kissed his lips, desperate, hungry for his kisses. She couldn’t get enough of him. She felt completely taken over.
“Does he make you feel this good, baby? Does he give you what you need?”
“No.”
Axton pulled out of her, taking her to the floor. He tugged up her shirt and unhooked her bra. He shoved it to one side, she pulled him down, kissing him again, only breaking from the kiss so that he could remove his own shirt.
His cock slid back inside her, and she wrapped her legs around him, but it wasn’t enough. Rolling him over so that she was above him, she leaned down, kissing him again and moaning as his tongue traced across hers.
She touched his with hers, tasting him as she rode his cock, driving up and down his length. His hands cupped her tits, pressing them together. His thumbs teased her hardened nipples.
When she was with Axton, nothing else mattered. All her troubles ceased to exist, and all that she saw was him, everything about him.
“You drive me fucking wild, baby,” he said.
“Please, don’t stop.”
He ran his hands down to her hips and began to help her, showing her exactly what he liked and just how deep he wanted her to go. He was so big, long, and wide, so open and exposed, and there was no way to control him.
In that moment, every single part of her belonged to him.
He pumped inside her, and everything fell away as it always did. She forgot everything and stared at him. Axton Farris, the man who was turning her world upside down.
“Come for me. I want you to fucking come, baby. Come all over my cock.”
She reached between them, finding her clit, touching herself as he thrust up inside her, fucking her. She took every inch of his cock, needing more, desperate, hungry, wanting everything he gave her, not wanting it or him to stop.
“Yes, please, yes.”
“Come for me, Taylor. Come for me.” He kept repeating the words and staring into his dark eyes, and she came hard.
His cock pounded within her. She felt him thrust in deep and the pulse of each wave of his cum as he filled her up.
“You’re not to be alone with him again,” he said.
“I hate to break it to you, Axton. You’re not the boss of me.”
“With my dick inside you, I’m your fucking everything.”
Chapter Eleven
Ten years ago
“Easton really fucked up this time,” Karson said.
Sipping at his soda, Axton looked up. He was working through another English assignment that had to be turned in. He could pay any number of people to do the work for him, but he wasn’t a cheater. Over the years he’d done many things and he was by no means a good guy, but he did his own schoolwork. Those grades were all fucking his.
“What could that fucker have possibly done?”
“He went and knocked up Carla.”
“We know this,” Axton said. He was very much aware of Easton’s little obsession with the girl. It wasn’t something he needed to deal with. That shit wouldn’t fall to him.
“He’s planning on running away with her.”
This made Axton pause and look at his friend. “What?”
“You heard me right. I heard him talking about it. He’s planning on running away. Wants to start a family with her.”
“That’s not … possible.”
“We need to talk to him before he goes to his dad.”
Axton closed his books and got to his feet. “Or before his dad does something that Easton can’t control.”
Leaving the bench where they’d been hanging out, he made his way around the school building and saw Taylor in the parking lot. She was on her cell phone, biting that lip that she always seemed to be biting whenever she was nervous.
“Come on, man, you know you can’t have that.”
He didn’t argue with Karson.
He wasn’t allowed to have, didn’t mean he couldn’t look.
****
Present day
Tapping her fingers on her leg, Taylor stared out the window, wondering what the hell to do. How he could just barge into her workout session, fuck the life out of her, and order her around. She knew he’d done it quite easily in fact, and she’d been hot for him, no denying it.
When it came to Axton, she couldn’t think straight. No matter what he wanted, one click of his fingers and she was putty in his hands. Now, instead of heading home, he had her in his car, taking her back to his place.
She wore her workout clothes, and David had looked a little confused when she let Axton do all the talking.
“You’re quiet.”
“I’m just waiting for my next lot of orders, sir.”
“Don’t be a smartass.”
“Yes, sir. Sorry, sir. What else would you like, sir?”
“What are you doing being friends with a male escort?”
“You’ve got a problem with that?”
“It’s you, Taylor. I don’t see that happening, like, ever.”
“Hate to break it to you, Axton, but you don’t really know me.”
“I know a hell of a lot more about you than you’d even care to think about.”
“Now you’re just being creepy.”
“I’m stating it like it is.”
“Fine, I’ll bite. How do you know a lot about me, and here is anoth
er thing, what exactly do you know about me? You say stuff like that, but I don’t believe it.”
“I’ve got my sources.”
She had a feeling this was more than the PI that was on her case. She’d asked Paul to try to figure out who was following her or who Axton had employed. As yet, he’d come up with a blank—even if he was looking at all, which she wouldn’t know.
Paul was very much anti-plan right now.
He was so worried about her, and she got it.
So far all they really knew was one of the kings got Carla pregnant. Her being pregnant was covered up in the death report, and a lot of money was paid to the guy who’d written up her report.
She knew the kings had a history of blackmail and extortion.
Now, that could only go back as far as the last generation, their fathers, but they had taken over the company, which also meant they must have known of at least some of their parents’ bad practices. Did that mean they were following in their footsteps? She’d not seen anything of the sort during her time thus far.
She’d gone hunting all over the company, going to past files and contracts, and there was nothing there. Whatever they were hiding, they were doing so close to home, and she intended to find it.
She only hoped this wasn’t all in her head. She’d come all this way. There had to be something.
The main question for her was should she continue with this at all? Should she ignore everything she’d been doing, and just go on? Accept that Carla in some way killed herself, that no one was to blame. Could she do that after all this time? This was what she’d been wanting to find out. The truth. To finally know what happened to Carla. To have some closure on this. The Four Kings’ Empire was once flooded by scandal of their fathers’ creating. Would Axton be the only one out of all four of them to protect that kind of data or would it be divided so nothing made any sense to anyone?
Ten years she’d waited. Planning, changing her entire future to find out the truth. There’s no way she could back down now. Even if she didn’t like what she found, she would at least know, or that’s what she hoped.
Glancing over at him, the way he held the steering wheel told her he was the one in charge, the guy in the lead, and everyone else had to do as he said.
“I like David. He’s fun.”
“How are you friends with him?”
He trained me to fuck so that I can take you out.
“The usual way. I was getting tired with all the fuss and hired him, why?”
“Why did you hire him?” he asked.
“For the usual reason you hire an escort, Axton.” She pushed some hair off her shoulder, hoping he didn’t see her embarrassment.
It was one thing to hire David to teach her, quite another to admit it to Axton.
He pulled up in his parking space, and she didn’t wait for him to get out of the car. Climbing out, she moved toward the elevator and he caught her hand, slamming her up against the wall.
“What the hell are you doing?”
“Why?” he asked.
“Why, what?” He surrounded her once again. His fingers were beneath her chin, head tilted back, and she waited.
“Why did you go to him?”
“I wanted to.”
“Was he your first?” he asked.
She gasped, totally taken back by his question. She hadn’t been expecting it.
“He was, wasn’t he?”
Taylor didn’t say anything.
“You paid for your first time? You let him slide into your pussy, take your tight little cherry.”
“Enough. I want to go home.”
“You’re not going home.” He’d already grabbed her bag from the trunk of the car and had it flung over his shoulder. He took her hand, and before she knew it they were in the elevator, heading toward his floor. Staring at her reflection in the metal doors, she looked a mess. Her hair was out of place, and the clothes she wore were the least sexy out of everything she owned.
All of David’s training was screaming at her to make him go home so she could sexy up.
No.
She wouldn’t back down.
Squaring her shoulders, she waited as he pulled her down the long hallway to his apartment. The moment they were through the doors, she pulled out of his hold.
“Will you stop tugging me around as if I’m a damn ragdoll?”
He threw her bag onto the floor, then pushed her up against the door, taking hold of her hands, and capturing them beneath one of his own. “I will do whatever the fuck I like.”
“Just like always, one of the kings doing and saying whatever the hell he wants.”
“Why go to an escort to lose your virginity? That seems pretty fucked up to me.”
“Last time I checked, you weren’t the boss of me and you’re still not, so let me go.”
“Why?”
She stared at him, not wanting to give him any answers.
In that moment, she hated him.
Hated what she was doing.
How she had to work.
The danger she’d put her friends in because of this stupid fucking idiotic plan.
She’d wanted to back out, to end this so many times. All it would take is a thought about Carla and she couldn’t do it. She had to know the truth.
“Why, Taylor?”
“Because I wanted to. I don’t like dealing with boyfriends. That’s the truth you want. I’ve never had a fucking boyfriend in my entire life. No one to date. I worked, and I did so every single second of every single day. I didn’t have time for that. So, I hired an escort to fuck me and to show me everything I’ve been missing. I can suck your dick like a pro. Take it in my pussy and even in my ass, and I can give you orgasms not a lot of women can even dream of giving you. He taught me how to fuck and to get what I’m due. He’s also my friend.”
Lying didn’t seem right.
Gritting her teeth, she stared at him.
“Your first time shouldn’t have been paid.”
“Relax, Axton, he gave me a discount.”
He slammed the door beside her head. She didn’t flinch, just stared at him.
“Are you jealous right now? Is that what this is? You don’t like that I found someone to take care of that little dilemma?”
“Your first time should have meant something.”
“You’re confusing me now.”
“You think I don’t know what it means to lose that first time? What it’s like to have it taken from me?”
She frowned, staring at him. “What?”
Axton laughed.
“No, you don’t get to laugh right now. I made my choices. That wasn’t taken out of my hands.”
“Would you have done it with someone you cared about? Someone who wouldn’t have taken your money.”
She frowned.
Don’t fall for this.
“I don’t understand.”
“If it was me, and you were still a virgin, would you have taken me up on my offer? Slept with me.”
“Axton, we were never in the same circles, so it’s kind of not the point.”
“We were very close in ways you don’t even understand.”
She closed her eyes, trying to think.
Right now, her brain was refusing to do anything basic, like thinking. She didn’t know what to do or what to think, and right now she was freaking out.
Sex was just sex.
“How did you lose yours?” she asked, biting her lip.
He groaned, his hand cupping her cheek. His thumb pulled her lip out. “So fucking sexy. You have no idea how much that made me want you.”
“I’m really confused right now, Axton.”
“I know, I know.”
“Answer me,” she said. “How was your first time ‘taken’?”
“My father wouldn’t have any kid of his that didn’t know what he was doing. So, one night, he made sure to watch as I fucked my way through whore after whore.”
“What?”
; Axton smiled. “Most kids would have loved it. As a present to themselves, their dad getting them a chick or as many chicks as money can buy. Putting you in a hotel room, sitting there, watching as you fucked. I had an instruction by the end of the night that I had to bring at least one woman to orgasm. To scream my name as if I was the only thing that mattered in the world. That sick fucker watched while I did.”
“Did you want to?” She was fucking mortified for him.
“Do you hate that, Taylor? Hate that I was forced to fuck just to appease him? Because he didn’t want a pussy for a son. He wanted a boy that he could be proud of.”
“I don’t know what to think right now.”
“It’s okay. I was a good boy, Taylor. I passed all of his fucking tests with flying colors. It’s why I rule now. I didn’t question anything he told me. I just did. Like a fucking machine.”
“And now you’re paying the price?”
“There is no price to pay for being on top. What you learn to do is sit, wait, and watch. You can never have anything for yourself in this world. You can always look but never touch. The most precious jewels in this world are usually the ones that you can never have.”
His gaze was on her mouth.
His thumb caressed her lips, and she closed her eyes. Tilting her head back, he pushed his thumb into her mouth.
“That asshole should never have fucked you, Taylor. Should never have sunk his dick inside you. That was something you should have given.”
He pulled his thumb from her mouth and started tugging her shirt.
She shouldn’t let him do this, but she couldn’t stop it, nor did she want to. She started taking his clothes off, throwing them to the side.
With his shirt on the floor, she ran her fingers down his back, scoring the flesh.
He leaned forward, taking her nipple between his teeth, biting down on the bud.
She cried out from the pain and the instant hit of pleasure.
He consumed her body.
She forgot to think about anything and everything but the pleasure of his hands.
The moment she was naked, he lifted her up, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, holding him as he carried her through to his bedroom.
He didn’t let her go.
He followed her down to the bed, his body wrapped around hers, making her ache for him to be inside her.