Deepest Desire

by Weston Parker

  We were in trouble.

  "Get on the bed," I barked out as aggression raped my veins.

  "Anything for you," she whispered and turned, slipping her panties off and crawling up on the bed seductively. The lighting was perfect. Her body was bare, her pussy glistening as she put herself on display for me.

  My balls tightened, my dick throbbing as I walked to the dresser and pulled out a handful of silk. I sat down at her feet and tied her foot to the bed, glancing up at her.

  "Do you trust me?" I ran my hand up her leg, squeezing her thigh as she undulated her hips and reached down for me.

  "Yes. Please don't tease me too much. I've never done this before."

  "I know, kitten." I got up and tied her other foot down before moving up toward her upper body. I grabbed her hand roughly and tied it to the bedpost before leaning across her and tying the other one. "I'm not going to hurt you, and we're not fucking tonight."

  "What?" She sounded panicked.

  My phone buzzed again.

  "Relax and breathe. I'm going to grab a glass of water for you." I turned as she called out to me, her voice thick with need.

  "Erik. Please. Don't leave me like this. I feel stupid."

  "You look like heaven, Grace. Be quiet and relax. You'll wanna be in the right frame of mind to remember this, baby." I walked to the door and pulled out my phone, pissed that someone was interrupting us. I was almost dizzy with need, and yet the break from her was probably a good thing. The last thing I wanted to do was drive into her tight little pussy and hurt her. She needed to know what pleasure was before she ever decided to hand her virginity over to anyone.

  "Over to me." I pressed the button on my phone. "What?"

  "Get to the house. We have a problem." My father's voice was stone cold. Something was wrong.

  "I need an hour, and I'll be there."

  "You have thirty minutes." The line went dead.

  "Goddamn it." I turned and walked back to the room, pulling off my shirt, my beanie and kicking off my jeans before I reached her. It was a damn good thing I didn't wear underwear. It would have been soaked the way my cock was weeping for attention.

  "Grace." I moved up on the bed and straddled her as she opened her eyes and jerked against the bindings.

  I gripped my cock and ran it in between her breasts. "Something came up, baby. I don't want to rush this for your first time."

  She jerked against the bindings harder, her tits jiggling as she did. "I want you tonight. I came home with you and let you tie me up and-"

  I leaned down and pressed my hand to her mouth while sliding my free hand down the center of her body and cupping her pussy again. She was drenched, her delicious opening pulsing against my fingers.

  There was no fucking way I was opening her up for thirty minutes and leaving. I was a bastard, but I wasn't going that far. Not with her.

  She bit my finger, and I yelped, pulling it back and growling loudly at her.

  "That hurt!" I moved down her body, reaching up and squeezing her breasts hard.

  "Don't cover my mouth again," she bit out and arched into my touch. "Never again."

  "Never," I whispered as I pressed my lips to the bottom of her stomach, breathing her in and quickly finding myself drunk on the scent of her lust. "I can't stay long, but I wanna taste your come."

  "I don't know how to." She moved her knees, opening herself up for me as I settled between her legs and glanced up to find her watching me with wide eyes. She had to be the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen.

  "No worries, baby doll. I'm going to force you to." I leaned down and ran my tongue through her wetness as she cried out loudly.

  "Erik!"

  "That's it, kitten. Keep your knees open and scream all you want. No one is gonna hear a damn thing way out here." I leaned down and let myself go against her swollen flesh.

  All I wanted was to taste her release, to hear her cry out my name again, to know that she belonged to no one but me.

  Chapter 6

  Grace

  Fire boiled in the center of my stomach as the drug Nate gave me ran through my veins, the carnality in my mind's eye so wrong, so naughty.

  "Release my hands," I cried out and lifted my hips as Erik gripped my lips and flicked his tongue across my clit. I'd played with myself more times than I cared to admit, but nothing compared to having him between my legs.

  "Not happening, baby." He sucked my flesh into his mouth and rimmed my opening, pressing in a little with a thick finger.

  Tingles ran down my back, and I pressed my ass against the bed and gripped the headboard above me as electricity shot out from the center of my stomach.

  "Please fuck me," I moaned and thrashed below him as he forced his finger deep inside of me. The pleasure intensified, and I was lost to the lust, rocking against his mouth and hand as the bed bounced below me.

  "Hell, yes, Grace. Keep riding it, Kitten. Fuck yourself good against me, baby." He glanced up as I opened my eyes and looked down the length of my body.

  "Please undo my hands. I want to touch you. I want to touch myself." I jerked against them as he ran his tongue through my folds, lapping at me like an animal drinking milk from a dish.

  "I'm touching you right now. You can have your turn later." He gave me a devilish smile and reached up, running his fingers down my wetness before slipping them back inside me. "Whose pussy is this, Grace?"

  "Yours." I pressed my head against the bed and pressed against his hand as lust burned my insides. The drug wasn't going to give out anytime soon, and I knew Erik had to leave. I wanted him buried inside of me before he-

  "Good girl." He moved to his knees, and my heart almost stopped in my chest.

  His thick cock was nestled between a patch of black hair, his balls thick and heavy. I wanted him in my mouth. I needed to taste him. I had to know before he left and then what? What if this was our only time together?

  "Come here. Please. I wanna taste you." I licked my lips and pulled against the bindings as he chuckled low in his chest.

  "Not this time, Grace. I have to go." He moved up beside me and gripped his shaft, leaning down and brushing his thick head over my lips as I leaned up and licked. He groaned low in his chest and reached over the top of me, grabbing the headboard. "It's the drug, Kitten. It's not you. Hopefully, you won't remember this shit."

  I sucked hard and pressed my teeth against his shaft as he groaned and pushed a little, filling my mouth with his meaty cock. I moaned and rolled my tongue along his dick as he pressed a little more inside my mouth before pulling out and panting above me.

  "More. I want more of you." I ground my teeth as frustration ran through me. I might have been inexperienced, but I wasn't a pushover. "Give me what I want. Now!"

  He chuckled. "Yeah? You think you want this? It's a lot of dick for such a pretty little mouth."

  "Shut up and fuck me," I ground out.

  "Dirty little slut." He moved above me, straddling my chest as he ran his hand down the side of my face, gripping tightly.

  "Your slut," I leaned up as he offered his cock again and I took as much as I could. He wasn't done with me, his fingers sliding into my hair and holding me in place.

  "Drink me, Grace. Get ready for it." He locked gazes with me, stealing my heart with the passion I saw in his face. "Oh fuck. Here it comes, baby. Take all of it."

  I mumbled and leaned forward, trying hard not to gag in the middle of his orgasm. He was too big, and I had no clue what I was doing.

  He cried out and worked himself in and out of me until he'd emptied himself fully. He pulled out, panting loudly. His beautiful tanned skin was flush, his eyes wild when he opened them.

  "Goddamn it. I didn't want to..." He growled in frustration, leaned down and kissed the side of my face down to my neck.

  "I loved it." Pressing my cheek against his, I tried to hold back tears. He was going to leave soon, and I'd be forced with waking up at his place alone and then what?

  Would things g
o back to the way they were before?

  "Grace." He ran his cheek by mine as he hovered above me. "You know we can't do this. My life won't allow it."

  "No. Please don't say that." I turned to face him and thought for a moment he was going to lean down and kiss me. I needed him to so bad it hurt.

  "I'll untie you. Sleep off the drug and lock up when you leave." He kissed the tip of my nose. "Fuck Nate for doing this to us."

  "Yeah. Okay." I closed my eyes and turned my face from him, holding my breath as he untied my hands and feet. I curled up into a ball on my side, wanting so much more than he'd ever be willing to give.

  Where I understood it, it didn't stop my heart from breaking. Why had I put myself in such an odd situation?

  Desperation.

  A soft blanket wrapped around me, and a few minutes later, the bedroom light turned off. The drug pumping through my system danced around my center, begging for attention it wouldn't be getting. My mother was right.

  Sex was evil and left those who played with it bare and used.

  ***

  The smell of our lust still lingered in the air when I woke up in Erik's bed the next morning. I sat up and moved to the edge of the bed, covered in something sticky. Regret burned in my chest and forced tears to my eyes again.

  I'd fallen in love with the idea of belonging to a strong man like Erik a long time ago, but because of my upbringing, I'd never given into it.

  Until last night.

  I walked to the bathroom, my eyes open wide, my ears on high alert. Was he back home? Had he stayed with someone else?

  After washing up, I found my clothes, got dressed and called Jenna. I couldn't find my fucking wallet anywhere, so getting an Uber was out. Walking sounded like the best plan, but there was no way I was walking forty miles in heels and the outfit I had on at the club the night before.

  It was still dark outside, which surprised me. I'd only been asleep for two hours. After walking around the big empty house, I walked outside and locked the door behind me. I promised myself that I wouldn't cry until I was home in my own shower and could sink down and console my broken heart.

  "So this is what a one-night stand feels like." I walked around in the driveway for what seemed like forever when lights finally lit up the darkness. "Please be Jenna."

  I walked toward the car, realizing it was her. Where I was still mortified, it was Jenna. She would drive in silence if I told her that I wasn't ready to talk about it or drill me with questions if I was.

  "Where's Erik?" She gave me a stern look as I got into the car and buckled up.

  "He had to go. Someone called, and he couldn't tell them no." I shrugged and leaned back in the seat. "I really don't want to talk about this."

  "He didn't hurt you, right?" Her hand was soft on mine.

  "No. He was great." I turned my face to watch the road rush past us as she pulled out of his driveway and headed back home.

  "You guys made love?"

  I snorted. "No. But I already said I didn't want to talk about it."

  "Okay. Sorry." She pulled her hand from mine. "I'm pissed as hell at Nate. That drug he gave you is the one that killed my brother."

  "He was just trying to help." I let out a shaky breath.

  "Right, well, I'm still upset with him. It was stupid giving both of you the drug."

  I turned my face toward her. "Erik took it too?"

  "Yeah. I believe so." She reached out and brushed my hair behind my shoulder. "When Nate and I took it, we fucked for hours. That's not how it should have been for you losing your virginity, Grace."

  "We didn't have sex, Jenna. Oral sex, but he's a good guy. He just doesn't let any of us see it." I shrugged and wrapped my arms around myself. "That or I'm just not good enough to entice him to fuck me. I have no clue. I begged."

  "Begged for what? For him to stop?"

  I laughed sardonically, the sound so ugly. "No. I begged him to fuck me, but he wouldn't. He's not interested though he keeps playing like he is." I shrugged. "It's all good. It was fun to mess around with a guy for the first time."

  She squeezed my shoulder. "It's probably him just being a good guy. You know he helped me with my brother's death, Grace. He's not a bastard; he just loves to keep people at arm’s length."

  "Yeah. I know." I closed my eyes and rested my cheek against my shoulder.

  "Is he a good kisser? I have to know." She giggled softly.

  I turned and exhaled softly. Why wouldn't he kiss me? Because it was too intimate. How weird was that, or maybe it was just what I thought... I was good for a one-night quickie of his choosing, but not nearly enough for his affection, his attention, his kiss. "Yeah. The best ever."

  Chapter 7

  Erik

  I should have explained myself to her. She wouldn't understand me having to leave after sex without much more than a few instructions on the house. It was a dick move, but maybe it was for the best.

  My lips tasted like her nectar, and the sounds of her cries played in my ears. How long had it been since I'd wanted a woman to want me? Forever. Nothing had mattered but the syndicate for so long that I'd married it and hung up the hope for anything beyond it.

  Shit was safer that way.

  My sister's sweet face brushed through my mind's eye as I parked the bike outside of my father's massive house and sauntered up to the front door. The big ugly guard that stood watch gave me a nod and opened the door.

  I couldn't keep up with their names and had stopped trying years before. My father had more men working for him than was necessary, but when you walked around with a bull’s eye on your back, it was necessary.

  "Hey." Kane stood up from the chair where he reclined and walked toward me. "Where were you last night?"

  "My place, Mother." I turned the corner and made my way to my father's office. He rarely left it anymore, so it was a good bet that he was tucked away behind his desk, planning world domination. "Dad?" I knocked on the door before opening it.

  "Come in. Close the door and take a seat, son." He turned from staring out the far window and eyed me closely. "You look healthy."

  "I got fucked last night." I sat down in the chair across from his desk and pressed my forearms to my thighs. "What's so important?"

  "We found out this morning that a group of guys held up one of the check cashing units we run for our laundering." He brushed his fingers over his lips as his eyes darkened a little.

  It was nothing new. Most of the thieves in New York were too fucking stupid to know they were messing with the mafia in their petty acts of crime. Had they any clue, they'd probably turn and run screaming the other way.

  "And?" I locked eyes with him. We had a strong relationship, but it was anything but close. He kept his distance and ruled the world from atop a mound of bodies, and I supplied the bodies when it was time to kill again.

  "And you're going to find out who they are and get my money back."

  "Chances are that they don't have the money anymore, Dad. You know how this works. Desperate people steal money for something they need not want. The money is spent. So what would you like in return for your investment in them?" I was pushing a little harder than usual, but him pulling me from Grace's warm wet body had me feeling pissy.

  "Kill them." He shrugged and leaned back in his chair, crossing his hands over his stomach. "There's three of them. I'll get you the tapes-"

  "No. Let someone else play private dick. I'm the gun, not the detective. Send me on the hit when you're ready, and I'll make you proud."

  "You always do." His expression softened a little. "Tell me about this fuck last night. Some random girl or someone I should know about?"

  "Just a woman I met in the city. No one important." I stood as someone knocked at the door behind me.

  "Good. Keep it that way. You know what happens when you start to love someone around here."

  "Yep. They die." I turned and opened the door, a little surprised to find Fredrick Carrington behind Kane in the hall. The m
etro-looking bastard was shifting back and forth from foot to foot.

  "Mr. Carrington is here to see the Don." Kane nodded toward Fredrick as if I didn't see him or didn't know who the illustrious club owner was.

  "Come on in. I was leaving." I moved back as my father's voice lifted.

  "No. You're staying. You'll be helping me with this situation too."

  I stifled a growl and moved back, nodding to my old man before clasping my hands at the front of my waist.

  "I appreciate you seeing me on such short notice, Lucien." Fredrick walked toward my father and extended his hand.

  My father stood and shook the man's hand before glancing over at me. "Mr. Carrington needs our help getting the cops off his ass. Seems that he's having a bit of a drug problem."

  Fredrick picked up the story. "Right, so this new drug we've been selling at the club is great for business when taken properly, but otherwise it can be toxic to the system and three of them can-"

  "Kill you. I've seen it before." I moved over to take the seat beside Fredrick as interest raced through me. What the fuck did he expect us to do? We weren't running drugs out of our syndicate and hadn't been for years, though I'd mentioned our need to multiple times.

  "Right." He nodded and turned back toward my father. "We had two fatal incidences, and of course the cops got involved immediately."

  "Is Nathaniel still working for you?" My father tilted his head a little to the side.

  "Yes. He's our bouncer, but-"

  "He's working for us as well now." My father glanced over at me. "Whatever decision we make here today, bring him in on it. He has a foot in both of our worlds, which will benefit us in this endeavor."

  "Which is?" I glanced over at Fredrick.

  "I need the cops off my ass. If you have a plant in the police department, I could use some help sweeping this away."