by Emma Vikes
Damien told me that Wes personally trained him and that he was fucking good at combat but was brutal at it too. The number of times that he was near death was traumatizing but ultimately made him a good fighter, a claim that I had heard Ross make, too. “Hey.”
I was so absorbed with the whole commotion about Mr. Heckles that I didn’t notice Wes and Paul back from the trial. Wes immediately hugged me and kissed the top of my head.
“You’re back. How was everything?”
Paul looked grim and Wes simply looked tired. “We can’t convict him because he’s been proven mentally ill.”
My heart sank. I wanted to convict Ross with everything that he had done. When word got out that the group kidnapping all the teens have been found, everyone immediately petitioned to convict him and sentence him to death. Damien sighed beside me. “First, he wasn’t allowed to go to trial because of his gunshot and now he’s mentally ill to be convicted. Are you sure Ross isn’t toying with us, Kian?”
My brother didn’t look at Wes as if he was a villain even if according to him, Wes had been a brutal teacher. They seemed to get along well as if they both had a secret that they couldn’t share with us, as if they both had seen the same kind of horror. “The man sawed off his own leg to fake his own death, Damien, he’s insane. I just…to be honest, having him imprisoned in a psychiatric ward is better than having him killed. Killing him would break his children’s hearts.”
“As if he didn’t break other parents’ hearts,” I muttered harshly, remembering the cries of the grieving parents after they found out about their teen children’s death, the ones who had been sent off to deliver the drugs and were ultimately killed in the end.
Paul sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “Damien, you’re still needed at the station though. There are still some missing teens that we need your help with. We have to be hopeful that some of the ones used to deliver the drugs are still alive.”
My brother nodded his head and kissed me on the cheek. “I’ll be back this time, Jasmine.”
I watched as he followed Paul out of the house, leaving me and Wes. This was the first time that the two of us had been left alone since it had all started. We hadn’t talked about anything yet. I looked at him and noted the tiredness on his face. But the intensity in his blue-green eyes made me shiver and he crossed the short distance that separated us and pulled me into a hug.
“I’ve missed you.”
I sighed against him, breathing in his scent. “I should’ve told you about the agents that came to talk to me and that I was meeting with Paul. You should’ve gone with me. I’m sorry.”
Wes shook his head. “I’m the one who’s supposed to apologize. I shouldn’t have been too into the mission. I shouldn’t have taught Damien…”
“No. If you didn’t teach my brother to fight the way that he did, he would be dead by now. You taught him how to survive and that’s why I got him back.”
Something flashed in his blue-green eyes and he reached for my hands, clasping them in his. “I feel like I’ve dragged you into a sea of trouble, Jasmine. I don’t want to put you in that kind of dangerous situation again. That’s why after everything has been handled, I’m going back home. I’m not going to bother you and your brother anymore.”
My heart squeezed at his words and I held onto him tight, shaking my head. “No.”
“But…”
I didn’t want to hear his argument. I crashed my mouth against his, my hands flying to his face and bringing him near me. If I could mold our bodies together, I would. Wes gripped me tight and I jumped onto him, crossing my legs around his waist as he pushed me against the wall, our teeth clashing against each other and our tongues battling for dominance. The kiss was so hard and rough that I could feel my lip being torn apart by his teeth, tasting blood.
But we didn’t care. It was like the days that we weren’t in each other’s arms made us thirstier for each other. My fingers wound around his hair while he tore my shirt, ripping it off of me, the fabric ripping apart. He unbuttoned my jeans and dragged my panties along with them as he pulled them off. He kneeled in front of me and spread my legs apart, his mouth making contact with my heated pussy.
“Oh god,” I moaned at the sensation that was his mouth on my sensitive organ. It felt like he was lapping up the juices I was producing and his tongue was fucking me with no remorse, his teeth grazing my clit every now and then and then I felt him lick my folds and his fingers entered me fluidly. He was doing it so fast that I came before I even realized it.
Wes grabbed me again and carried me back into my room. My mind flashed back to the last time we were fucking in my bedroom, when one of Ross’ goons came in to kill him. But that memory was instantly removed from my head when I felt Wes’ mouth on my right breast and his hand kneading at my left one. Oh, dear god, he was satisfying me in every way I wanted him to. I’d missed him. I’d missed fucking him.
Right after I came again, I switched our position so I was straddling him. I lowered myself to where his hard erection was, slowly taking off his clothes until I finally unbuttoned his jeans and removed his pants and boxers. I immediately took him in my mouth, spitting at his hard dick to moisten him even more. My teeth grazed his cock and he groaned at the sensation and he roughly grabbed my hair and forced me to take him in. “Suck.”
I loved it when he became dominant. I sucked him all the way down to my throat and fucked him with my mouth until I could feel his cock grow tenser and that was when I stopped and slipped his hard dick into my dripping wet pussy.
“Ahh,” I moaned at the sensation. The past few days that he hadn’t been inside of me felt like years. I moved on top of him slowly before moving at a faster pace. At some point, he grabbed my waist and helped me jerk myself up and down above him. “Oh god, Wes.”
He reached down and squeezed my clit with his thumb, driving me insane. “Oh, fucking god!”
I came, biting down hard on my bottom lip as I did, making the split lip bleed even more. I felt Wes cum after me after one more thrust and I fell down on top of him, my head buried on his shoulder. I felt him pull himself out of me and gingerly kiss my forehead as he comfortably lay by my side.
“My name’s apparently Kian West,” he murmured for a moment and I chuckled, nodding my head. “But you can still call me Wes if you want.”
I nodded again and looked up at him, at the familiar blue-green eyes. “I don’t want you to leave.”
“I’ve brought you and your brother into such trouble.”
I shook my head. “You taught my brother how to survive and you’ve reminded me to live again, Wes.”
Something flashed in his blue-green eyes. “Tell me what you want me to do.”
I reached out and touched his face. His beard was starting to grow and my mind flashed to that moment when I helped shaved him at the hospital. I whispered to him, “Stay. Stay with me, Kian West.”
For a moment, I wondered if he remembered those were the words he told me the first time we had sex. Maybe he did. I wasn’t sure. But he leaned down and kissed me, in the most gentle and careful way that he could. “I’ll stay. For you.”
THE END
The Story of the Amnesiac
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A Knock From The Past (Sneak Peek)
Description
It had been two years since Art’s mentor, Julian Waters, died and he was starting to get the threats that he had been expecting since Julian’s death. Art wanted to get to the bottom of all the threats and find out who was sending him those or else he was going to lose the empire that he built for himself.
Lily Stone was new in his company. When she made a bad first impression on the CEO of the company she was hired in, Lily was demoted to be the CEO’s secretary. It was the worst demotion she could ever have, but that meant answering Art's calls that had to get through her first. It was one mysterious phone call that led her to believe that someone wanted to ruin Mr. Hotshot CEO and add that to the mysterious allure that Art Waters seemed to elude, her interest was piqued.
But there was something about Lily that Art noticed, her determined nature was what had gotten his attention.
What neither of them expected was the undeniable sexual attraction that lingered in the air whenever they were in the same room with each other. When one night that they were supposed to be digging into Art’s past, turned into one night of sexual affair which both of them knew would continue to happen between the two of them, it led to more than what both of them bargained for.
But feelings couldn’t be controlled, and the truth would come out eventually for the whole world to know, no matter how much they tried to bury it.
Could love withstand the past that Art always feared?
Warning: This book contains both steamy scenes and suspense, so be prepared for the thrill that will make your panties wet. For sure... Ready to get "a knock from the past"?
Chapter 1
Arthur
I woke up with a start.
My body still trembled in fear, a remnant of the nightmare I’d just had. I willed myself to relax, repeatedly doing breathing exercises the way that my old therapist had taught me. It took my body a while until it stopped trembling and until my mind was back into calmer thoughts.
It was just a dream. I was in my apartment. I was safe.
I kept repeating those words in my head, until the fear dissipated from every part of my body. But I knew that despite the fact that I could manipulate my brain into calming down, I couldn’t demand my body to go back to sleep. I didn’t need to look at the alarm clock to read the harsh red numbers that indicated it was two hours after midnight. I always woke up at this hour and always for the same reason.
I had been having the same nightmare since Julian died two years ago. In the beginning, I was too shaken up that I couldn’t calm myself and I couldn’t forget every gory detail. I had to distract myself then. I frequented bars and found girls to screw with, until I couldn’t remember the reason why I woke up so early. But doing that meant that I became too tired during work, so I had to find myself an alternative.
With a sigh, I got out of bed and changed out of my sleeping clothes and then grabbed the book on my nightstand. It was a good thing I lived in an apartment located in such a busy street where there was a 24-hour coffee shop just around the block.
When I arrived at the café, I noticed that there was someone already there which was unusual. At this time, I was almost always the only customer in the café to the point that I had become friendly with the baristas. Kevin was the one manning the counter today and he began to whip me up my usual order while I casually glanced at the woman who had taken my usual spot.
“I was going to tell her that spot was already taken but decided against it, because you didn’t really have your name written on the seat,” Kevin told me and then slid to me my tall cup of hot Americano. “Looks like you aren’t the only insomniac tonight, Art.”
“How long has she been here?”
Kevin shrugged. “Probably thirty minutes. She’s also not much of a talker. All she told me was that she was adjusting to the time zone difference since she just arrived in America two days ago.”
“Where is she from?” I asked, glancing at the woman buried in her book. My eyes caught sight of her long, tan legs and I couldn’t stop myself from admiring them.
“Australia,” Kevin responded in a hushed voice. “We should probably stop talking about her when she’s in the same room as us.”
I chuckled and handed Kevin the money for the coffee and then took a seat near the woman who had taken my spot. I had not seen her around, so she must have been someone new because if I’d seen her before, I would’ve noticed her and already have flirted with her or something, because she was actually pretty damn attractive.
Her blue eyes were hidden behind thick, transparent-framed glasses. Her black hair was tied in a messy ponytail and her lips – fuck-her lips - looked so full and plump. The fact that she was chewing on her bottom lip, pushing it into her mouth and letting her teeth graze on it, made her look all the more alluring. When I’d rolled out of bed earlier, I didn’t expect that this would be what I would end up seeing at the café, but I wasn’t complaining.
My eyes traveled down her body, marveling at the petite frame and the long legs that her shorts showed off. She must’ve lived in the same unit as mine or the one across from it because of how casual her clothes were. But damn, those legs were inviting. I allowed my eyes to travel back to her pretty face to find her eyebrows scrunched together as she read through her book. There wasn’t usually any customer at that hour in the café but me, however today there was a gorgeous woman sitting in my usual spot.
It didn’t take me long until I stood up and carried my drink to where she sat.
“Mind if I join you?”
She looked up from her book but I couldn’t see any surprise in her blue eyes. “I was wondering when you would.”
I pulled the seat across from hers and sat down. “Were you expecting me to?”
She closed her book and tilted her head to get a better look at me. “With the intensity of your stare, it was either I tell you to mind your own business, or you get the courage to come up and talk to me. It’s a good thing the latter one happened.”
I smiled. “So, what brings you here at this time of the day?”
She took her own cup and opened the lid, the scent of the tea wafting over to where I sat. “Insomnia. Time zone difference. Adjusting. You probably have an idea of how hard it is to adjust your sleeping pattern when you come from a different place.”
“So, Australia, huh?” I said, sipping my own coffee. I was never good at small talk and I knew how bad I was sucking at it right now. I’d rather have her suck me instead.
She smiled coyly and then pulled her bottom lip back into her mouth before she said, “Why did you come over to my table?”
I reached out and then placed my hand just in front of her face, leveling it to where her mouth was. I extended my thumb and index finger so that I could pull her bottom lip out of her mouth, slowly, watching as her teeth grazed at it. “Because I wanted to do that. It was driving me insane. It made me think of what I could do to you -– punishments - and there are so many things that I want to do.”
Her eyebrows raised and I waited for her reaction. She could either slap me and tell me that I was an ass, or play the game with me. “I’m not a submissive.”
I pursed my lips and contained the playful smile forming on my face. I liked her answer and I liked the confidence she put in her words, like she wasn’t someone to be messed with and thought bad of. I didn’t comment on anything related to that topic and instead looked at the book she was reading. Surprisingly, it was one I had read before.
“Who said anything about BDSM?” I raised an eyebrow and then motioned to the book on the table between us. “I’ve read another book by the same author. I could lend it to you if you want?”
A lazy smirk made its way across her lips as she cocked her head to the side, staring at me with beautiful blue eyes. “Are you trying to seduce me?”
“It depends on your perspective.”
She chuck
led and then stood up, slowly, and I couldn’t stop myself from staring at her long legs. “Well, I do love this author. Might as well check out the copy you have of him.”
I grinned and then finished my coffee quickly, before following her out of the café, but not before winking at Kevin and flashing him a winning smile. The conversation to my apartment was casual and not as filled with sexual innuendos as the last one. We were in the elevator, heading to the tenth floor.
“Did you purposely take the tenth floor just so you could do this to most girls?”
I turned to her and smirked. “I don’t usually bring girls to my apartment.”
“I should be flattered then,” was her only reply. The elevator doors opened and we made our way to my unit. I opened the door and she followed me inside, closing the door behind her. I fetched the book that was just settled on the coffee table in the living room and when I came back to her, she was still by the door. I lifted the book up for her to see and she scoffed, shaking her head at me. “We both know you didn’t bring me here for the book.”
She took a step towards me, her strides slow and measured. She stopped right in front of me, and only one more step and our lips would crash against each other. But it was the playfulness in her blue eyes that made me pause, the mischievous glint that made me reconsider my intentions.
She placed a hand on my cheek that slowly lowered until it rested on my neck, her fingers curling against the nape of my neck. She leaned in closer, her lips brushing against mine, and she whispered into my ear: “The night is young, what do you say we enjoy it?”