Sordid Seduction (Sordid Trilogy #1)

by Natalie Bennett

  "Please, what?" He rolled my clit with his tongue, eliciting another soft moan from my mouth.

  "Get up and fuck me," I wasn't shy about what I wanted. Pierce chuckled, his warm breath blowing onto my pussy. He rose up like the Sex God he was and positioned me how he wanted me.

  My legs were bent, my feet balanced on the edge of the glass table. It reminded me of origami. He ran the head of his dick up and down my lips, smearing his precum.

  "Mmm, don't make me beg," I held onto his arms and pleaded.

  "You already are," he smirked, pushing inside of me in with one solid thrust. He gave me no time to adjust, he never did. I loved that he didn't fuck me slow and sweet.

  His thrusts were hard, each one pushing him deeper and deeper inside of me, my position allowing him to go in as far as he wanted. It was the perfect amount of pain and pleasure that I craved.

  "God!" I dug into him as hard as I could.

  "Pierce," he arrogantly corrected me.

  "Don't you dare come," he growled, feeling my pussy tighten around him.

  "I can't hold it," I whined.

  "You don't have a choice," he slowed, beginning to push in and out of me agonizingly slow.

  "Fucking asshole," I breathed out, glaring at him.

  "We're just getting started, Rebel," he pulled all the way out and flipped me around, pushing into me on my next breath. My breasts smashed into the cold glass, the end of the table bit into my stomach.

  He grabbed hold of my hands and pinned them above my head. It was heavenly torture, he fucked me to the brink of orgasm and then pulled back. Over and over again.

  "Pierce," I nearly sobbed, feeling my control slip. That all too familiar tightening began to form in my lower stomach.

  His thrusts increased, how it was even possible for him to fuck me harder than he already was, blew my mind.

  "Come, Rebel," he pushed into me one last time, finishing with me. My loud scream drowned out his groan. He ran his hands down my sweaty back, over my sides, and rested them on my ass.

  After a minute, he peeled me away from his table, lifting me into his arms. With my head cradled on his shoulder, he carried me to his room, through his ridiculously large closet, and into his bathroom.

  We showered in comfortable silence. Pierce massaged my scalp and every inch of my body. Afterward, we ended up on his bed with the warmed up pizza between us.

  "You don't dirty talk," I stated, biting into my second slice. Pierce cleared his throat and wiped his mouth with a paper towel, ever put together. I'd been using my robe.

  "Do I really need to announce how tight and wet your pussy is?" He inquired. Seeing the puzzled look on his face, I began to giggle.

  "Or would you rather I ask how much you like my cock as I'm fucking you? Though, I think we both know you love it," he shrugged and bit into his own slice. I looked him over, taking in his naked torso and gray sweatpants, hiding a grin when I see his large print.

  "What are you? Rebel," he gives me his sexy little smirk, knowing exactly why I'm smiling.

  "So, why am I here?" I couldn't help but ask. Nothing had changed since the first night I got there. He was still the same demanding, sexy, asshole, Pierce.

  "Do you really want to talk about this?" He sighed, shifting on the bed.

  "Will you tell me the truth?"

  "Only what I think you should know, " he openly admitted. I nodded, waiting for him to do just that.

  "I was going to kill you, but everything changed," he stared at me, his face set back in its usual impassive mask.

  "What changed?" I swallowed my last bite of pizza, which now felt like a heavy rock.

  "Everything changed when it came to you, Rebel. You're exactly what I wanted, at the wrong time. But I couldn't wait," he looked at me, his honest answer momentarily leaving me speechless.

  "B...but, what are you going to do with me? You said you wanted to break me," Shaking my head, I wrapped my arms around my middle, and looked at him.

  "I am breaking you, it just isn't apparent to you how yet," he shut the pizza box and moved it to the floor.

  "You can't keep me like this forever, Pierce. You're going to have set me free eventually." I looked down, wondering if he was right.

  Do I really want to have this conversation? I knew we needed to, I couldn't keep living in a dream world. A world where we were an ordinary couple and everything was fine.

  "I can keep you forever Rebel, and I intend to. Though, I applaud the brave soul who tries to take you away from me. I have a six-foot hole in my backyard that will be perfect for them."

  Chapter Seventeen

  Pierce

  Can't keep her forever. Who was going to stop me? I could tell by the look on her face she wouldn't ever go along with that, that was all right with me. I liked the fight in her.

  "My turn," Readjusting myself on the bed, I opened my arms, and after a slight hesitation, Willow crawled into them.

  "Tell me about your scars." She stiffened, looking up at me in alarm.

  "The dragon tattoo on my back? It covers mine." Willow's eyes slightly widened as what I confessed sunk in. Fighting the urge to force her answer from her, I started to run my hands up and down her back, gently placing a kiss on the top of her head.

  She sighed, took a breath, and laid her head on my chest. Every word that spilled from her mouth caused my gut to twist.

  "My step-dad used to come into my room at night. It started on my tenth birthday.

  At first, it was just touching then it was kissing. He used to make me...suck," she choked up. I kept quiet, pulling her a little closer, holding her a little tighter, pretending to be a good guy.'

  "On my eleventh birthday, he started using his pocket knife to carve his...intitals. Told me if I screamed or told anybody he'd hurt my mom." She went silent, I glanced down and saw she was staring at the wall, a dark look on her face.

  "My mom never gave a shit about me, and I wanted to protect her anyways," she struggled to hold back her tears. Willow never wanted anyone to know she was hurting, choosing to wear her pain like a fucking tiara on her head.

  "You don't have to say anything else," I didn't need to hear anymore, knowing the details were far worse than what she was divulging. Already knowing Richard Miller used to stick his dick just far enough into her ass to make it hurt, how he'd jack off and make her swallow.

  She was just a little girl that no one stood up for, that no one cared about. I wanted to take her pain away, but then I wanted to choke her with it. Soon. It was time to end this little masquerade.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Willow

  The sound of running water coming from downstairs, let me know Pierce was home for a change. My body was sore but in a good way. I don't think we separated at all the night before. By the time my head finally hit a pillow I was spent.

  Noon? I looked at the digital clock and rolled out of bed. The last time I'd slept till noon was after a night of binge-watching Charmed. After getting myself together in the bathroom, I left the room. When I finally reached the bottom of the stairs, I froze. There were eight vases of white lilies sat around the house.

  "Do you like them?" Pierce's voice came from behind me. It's. just. flowers. I told myself, seconds away from losing my shit. There was no way he could know these were Cassie's favorite. That someone had them delivered straight to our door every two weeks.

  Countless times I'd struggle to find somewhere for the large vases to go. Cassie would oh, and awe over them but not ever really react much outside of that. I always thought they were a waste of money.

  When I glanced back at him, he cocked his head and studied me.

  "Well?" Was this some kind of a test? Did he have something to do with killing my sister?

  "They're beautiful," I lied through my teeth. The flowers were lovely, but I hated them. Someone had left a single bloody lily on my sister's chest.

  "Why lilies?"

  "Excuse me?" He circled around me, making his way towards
the table we'd spent a good chunk of time on the night before.

  "You got lilies, most people get roses," Pierce stopped walking and looked back at me, a cold smile on his face. I furrowed my brows, wondering what happened between us from the time we went to sleep until now.

  "Roses mean love, and I don't love you, Rebel. I just own you," he shrugged and continued walking. I think it was then my heart shattered in my chest and hit the ground. The worst part was that I didn't know, I loved him until it did. It had to be love I felt for him, what else hurt this much? Struggling to understand what was going on, I stared at his back.

  He was dressed as immaculate as ever in a crisp black suit, it was a harsh reminder of who I was dealing with.

  "You can't own a human being, Pierce." It was all I could manage to say. But it was true.

  "Come sit down, Willow. We need to talk." Willow. Not Rebel. Feeling much like a scolded child about to be dealt a punishment, I made my way to the table, taking a seat at the farthest end. Away from him.

  "Have you ever killed anyone Willow?" He tapped his fingers on the back of a chair, choosing to stand and watching me carefully.

  "What? No–."

  "Have you ever wanted to?"

  "What kind of question is that? No." I didn't know what he was playing at, but I'd never killed anyone before. I wasn't sure I could. Unless it was Richard. I'd drag his ass straight to hell.

  "What about the time you didn't put enough heroine in the needle?" How did he know about that? My stomach twisted, my heart rate shot up.

  He glowered at me. His blue eyes were void of color, so dark they looked empty. "I didn't mean to..I changed my mind I never would hurt–."

  "Hurt her? Well, you did. She cried about it for a week," he cut me off, his voice hard as ice. How did he know any of this?

  No.No.No. The room lurched, my stomach right along with it.

  "You're...Nick?" My voice cracked, I was to overwhelmed to try and stop it. Too many emotions were attacking me at once.

  "Pierce Nikolai Serban, or as Michelle liked to call me, Nick," his smile was cruel, his words dripped with venom. I felt the poisonous effects of them leaking into my soul, slowly siphoning away every defense I had built.

  Nothing could have prepared me for this. Not once did I think Pierce was Nick. God, I hadn't even thought of "Nick," in years. Michelle. Cassie's middle name, she hated to be called by her first one. How was I supposed to connect those dots? You weren't.

  "It was safer for us to use my middle name until we were married," Pierce continued, ignoring my obvious distress. Couldn't he see I was seconds away from falling apart right in front of him? Didn't he care?

  Wait. Did he say married? I'd been fucking Cassie's fiance, and that made me lower than low. Dirty and just like the whore I claimed I wasn't.

  My clothes were suddenly too tight, the walls were closing in on me, and I couldn't get enough air into my lungs. Ignoring Pierce's yell for me to stop, I shot out of my chair and ran through his house.

  I had just hit the third step when his hand closed around my ankle.

  "Ahh!" My stomach hit his hard stairs, and my teeth bit into my tongue.

  "Where the fuck did you think you were going to go?" He flipped me around, so I was facing him. Red filled my vision. I spit the blood at him that had filled my mouth, kicking out at the same time. My foot connected with his stomach causing his grip to loosen.

  "Get away from me!" I spun back around and hauled ass up the stairs.

  "Willow!" His yell sent fear coursing through me. For the first time since meeting him, I was scared. He caught me in the hall, sending us both crashing into the wall.

  "You ran from me, kicked me, and just spit on me. What do you think happens now?" His voice was dangerously calm. When I didn't answer, he dragged me away from the wall towards his room.

  "If you would have stuck around you would have heard the best part. How your father, and I use that term loosely, killed your sister. My fiance. Did you know she was pregnant?" Now that we were in his room, he shoved me away from him and slammed the bedroom door shut.

  Catching myself before I face planted, I whirled around and found we were face to face.

  "Why would he do that?" I didn't believe him. Why would my father hurt Cassie?

  "He was her supplier, every time I took the drugs away and got her clean he'd give them right back. She got in debt and was too ashamed to tell me," he calmly explained.

  I knew my next words were going to be cold, but I didn't care. I wanted him to hurt as much as I did.

  "Did she tell you she fucked him to pay her debts?"

  Keeping my voice level, I stared him in the eyes, watching what I said seep into his head.

  "Why did you take me, Pierce? To make me feel bad? Make me suffer like she did?" I kept going, wishing I could reach inside his ice box of a chest and tear his heart out.

  Your sister was sick, she –,"

  "Stop defending her! She wasn't sick, she was a got damn addict!"

  "It bothers you doesn't it, Rebel? That I stick up for the woman I love?" He grinned at me, delighted in my fall from grace.

  "Yes, Pierce. It does bother me," I clenched my jaw, hating this fucked up thing I called life.

  "It bothers me because no one stuck up for me."

  "No one cared about me."

  "I was a little girl getting fucked by her step-dad every night. But don't feel sorry for me, feel sorry for the girl who refused to stop sticking a needle in her arm no matter how many times someone helped her!" His grin disappeared as I screamed at him.

  "You all knew. So why didn't any of you do anything?" I whispered brokenly, feeling my eyes fill with tears.

  "I have shit to do," he looked me over, turned, opened the door, and walked out. Not bothering to look back.

  I'd built myself up so high, and one man came into my life and knocked me down. I went to the floor and cried.

  Weak.

  Pathetic.

  And stupidly gullible. I didn't care. I was going to let myself be beaten down and torn apart. When I was done crying, I would put myself back together and force myself to carry the fuck on. At the end of the day, I was always all I had.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Pierce

  I had no particular destination in mind when I left my house. I drove and drove, going nowhere.Though she had said it to hurt me, I knew she spoke the truth. Michelle had pledged her loyalty to me, swore she'd never betray me. And then fucked Seth Borgia behind my back.

  What if it wasn't him? Then who would it be? I humorlessly chuckled at that. Who the hell knew who else. The baby might not have even been mine. A baby I was overjoyed about having.

  I'd had some inkling of just who Willow was the first time I met her. But I needed to be sure, I don't know why needing to know everything about her was at the top of my to-do list. I figured out who she was for certain the night before I brought home the pizza.

  I'd made a promise to Michelle that I would find a way to protect her little sister. But Richard wasn't some measly little power player, he had connections.

  And Seth was a mountain of an issue. We both in wanted the same thing from her. He played the role of daddy. Wearing a cape in the process, and I got to be the bad man who kidnapped her.

  But we both wanted to use her. To bad for him I was going to be the only one that did. He was a clever bastard, paying off all the right people to pull her out of the system.

  Leaving Willow, to fall apart wasn't my proudest moment, but I couldn't give her comfort. Not when I knew what our future held.

  When I got back home, it was a little past four in the morning. The house was completely dark, silent. I went upstairs to my room, pausing in the doorway. She was sleeping on the floor in the same spot where I'd left her.

  Her face was puffy from crying and her hair was in slight disarray, but she was still gorgeous to me. I lifted her up and tucked her into bed, placing a kiss on her forehead. Momentarily letting my emotions g
et involved, wishing I could bring her the world instead of wreaking havoc on it. Things weren't that simple, I needed her to serve a purpose, and she had no idea that this was just the beginning.

  After wandering through the house and gathering everything I needed, I sat and waited.

  I waited on my jaded sleeping beauty to finally wake up.

  Willow

  My face felt like it had been injected with pounds of botox. Not that I knew what that felt like, but I imagined it was like this.

  Stretching my arms above my head, I groaned and rolled onto my stomach. That's when I realized Pierce had put me to bed. I must have been in a deep sleep. Usually, the lightest touch could wake me. After lounging for, I'm not sure how long, I knew it was time to face the music.

  I took my time in the shower, letting the hot water ease my aches.Too bad warm water couldn't cure the one in my chest. Once my teeth and hair were brushed, I pulled on a pair of sweatpants that Pierce had bought me and headed downstairs.

  He was standing with his hands in his pockets, looking out the window. There was a wall topped with electrical barbed wire between us, brick and impossible to climb.

  "Drink the water, take the Asprin. You'll feel better." He didn't turn to look at me. My eyes landed on a glass of ice water on his table. Inching forward, I saw two little white pills beside the glass. He must've known I was coming down.

  I took the pills and drank the water, figuring the worst he could do was drug me.The water itself completely refreshed me.

  "I'm going to give you two simple options Rebel, and the choice is entirely up to you," he turned from the window and faced me. His cobalt eyes masked any of his underlying emotions. He looked exhausted, I knew he hadn't slept yet. I let my silence speak for itself, urging him to go on.

  "On the table is a marital agreement. Sign it, and for one year I own you. In every sense of the word. We will immediately begin getting you ready and molding you into what I need." Pierce paused and looked at me. I gawked at him.

  "Marital? Why?" I didn't want to begin thinking about what he needed and what molding me would involve. We both knew this had nothing to do with love, so that meant he was planning something.