Beautiful Things Evil People Do
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“You’re such a bright soul.”
She simpers. “And you need me to keep you level so you don’t drown in dismal darkness.”
“Those few days in jail, all I did was think about you and the future I wanted to chase. In some ways, it was the best thing for me. Shutting everyone else out gave me a new perspective.”
Her hands press to my chest. “And what did you learn?”
“I don’t trust my brother. I trust my cousin like a brother. I want to take care of you and everyone you love, including Brandon. But I can’t do that if I don’t know the truth. I need you to drop all the walls and trust me not to walk out on you. No matter what happened in the past.”
Her eyes glimmer on the verge of a flood. “My father wasn’t good to Brandon.”
“The club?”
She nods. “He lost his virginity at thirteen to a club slut. He never wanted to be a part of that world because…he was a sweet boy and Dad wanted him to man up.”
“… Is he gay?”
“I wouldn’t know,” she says, shaking her head. “Honestly, he’s never been sober long enough to get to know himself. If I were to guess, my answer would be there is something going on with Brandon’s sexuality, but he did everything he was supposed to do because Dad badgered him into it. He patched in by seventeen and married the girl he dated in high school…”
“She lost his baby.”
“No,” she whispers as the tears fall. “She wanted the club life, even though he didn’t. She had an affair with one of the guys and got pregnant. The guy was eventually kicked out of the club and out of the town before moving to Florida.”
I rapidly blink, realizing the extent of what she is saying—the hidden message clarifies. “… Your father was sleeping with his daughter-in-law?”
“Yeah, because Brandon refused to consummate the marriage.” She reluctantly meets my gaze, embarrassed by the shortcomings in her family that she had no control over. “Word got around, and my mom agreed to stay married to my father because he excused her whorish ways with his own. They moved, managed to finagle their way into another Rampage charter, and life resumed. After they left, Tawny had an abortion. For two years, Brandon fought to get a divorce because she wanted everything.”
My brow lines. “Was there more than the house?”
“My paternal grandparents left each grandchild a trust fund.”
With concern, I ask, “How much of a trust fund?”
“Close to a half million a piece, free and clear at eighteen, but Brandon handed his over to the dealers and booze stores after the divorce. Daphne left after graduation because her birthday is at the end of June and knew my mother would burn through it faster than a match in a forest.”
“Jesus,” I say, taking a breath. “Do you have all of yours?”
“I do because I hightailed it off to California and paid for school with scholarships, loans, and a job. I worked my ass off for everything I have.”
I shake my head. “I don’t need your money.”
“I know,” she says, smiling. “And I don’t need yours. If there was ever a shadow of a doubt that I stayed with you because of your bank account, think again.”
“I never thought that, but it means a lot that you’ve shared this with me.”
“You’re trying,” she mutters, staring at me. “So am I. You want to invest it for me?”
“I can help you,” I offer, stunned she would trust me—that much. “But I want you to have control over your money.”
“You don’t want power over everything?”
“No,” I contend, touching her jawline. “Not everything. You need to be independent within the safety of my boundaries. That is your money. Same thing with school or work. You have your freedom.”
“And in your bedroom?”
“You’re the tawdry bitch that I love.”
“Thank you for defining the parameters.”
“I’ve never had to do this,” I admit, enlightened. “I was one and done. I’ve never had to think about what would happen if I had a submissive all of my own, so we’re learning that part together. We must practice patience with each other, but as far as leading you—I know how to do that.”
“I know, Jynx. I trust you, and I shouldn’t have left the hotel,” she says, kissing my lips. “I’m sorry I did that to you. You deserved better. Next time shit goes south, I will Jeremiah out of it.” She winks, and I smile wide. “I feel guilty about the fight with Axel.”
With how good my name sounds rolling off of her wicked tongue, we’re going to need a new safeword.
“Bah,” I dismiss, rolling my eyes. “It wasn’t the first time I’ve beat the crap out of my brother and it won’t be the last. He is a troublemaker.”
“So are you…”
“He’s just a prankster,” I point out, smirking. “I’m downright cruel.”
“I’m hoping so.”
32
Reinvigorate Romance
Echo
We arrive at his lavish hotel room in Phoenix at almost three in the morning. I should be accustomed to how he lives, but I doubt I ever will be.
I grew up lower-middle class; he grew up rich.
The bellman pushes the luggage cart, full of my belongings, into a bedroom. “Am I not staying with you?”
“No,” he mumbles, tipping the bellman as he finishes unloading my things. He shows him out with proper etiquette. Shutting the door, he declares, “We’re dating. You’ll be acting as my personal assistant at Dower until the transfer is completed. We need to have a professional relationship, which means, dating.”
I curiously ask, “… But staying in the same suite?”
“Yes, so I can keep an eye on you,” he maintains, kissing my cheek. “Get some rest.”
Instantly, I am no longer tired as I stomp into the room and shut the door. After taking a quick shower, I toss on an oversized shirt and panties, and peek outside. The main living room is dark as I sneak out and snatch the room key sitting on a counter by the coffee pot.
“Where are you going?” I hear from behind. “You shouldn’t need to go anywhere.”
“I want some ice because my water is warm,” I reply, twisting a one-eighty as he sits in the chair with his back to me.
“The fridge under the coffee pot has plenty of cold drinks.”
I crack the door and illuminate the room. I grab a water and down half the bottle before meandering over to him. “What are you doing up?”
“I cannot sleep.”
“… Why?”
“Because you’re here,” he mutters as I blink at his bare chest. “And I cannot get your scent out of my system.”
“I don’t understand why we’re staying in separate rooms,” I complain, finishing the water. “We’ve been apart for so long.”
“Yet you choose to tempt me in the night,” he snarls with a harsh stare. “You need to go back to your room where I put you. I want to keep you safe. And sometimes that means, even from me.”
“Oh,” I reply, tossing the bottle in the trash. “I have no problems taunting you during the day.”
He strokes his chin. “Kneel.”
I gracefully fall to the floor and await further instruction. “What can I do to help you sleep?”
“Don’t ask that question, Sweet Pea.”
Without being asked, I lay my head on his lap, and his eager fingers brush through my hair. I set my hand on his thigh as his scent arouses me. I smell his sex, the delicious aroma of pre-cum. My mouth waters. He rapidly picks my fingers up and places them on his erection.
“Why are you resistant?”
“I’m not,” he counters with a growl. “I’m not actively in pursuit.”
I lift my head to look at him. “Because of what happened the last time?”
Shadows eclipse around his sharp angles as I skirt my hand up over his washboard abs. He peers over his nose and warns, “Because I will hurt you tonight.”
“How do you know?”
“You don’t need to be alone anymore.”
I feel the heat of his gaze streaming over my body. “Are you wet?”
“Yes. Do you want to feel it? Do you want me to take my panties off for you, Jynx?”
His lip curls on one side. “Yes.” I leisurely roll-up. “Turn around. Show me your ass.”
I bite my lip and tug the lace down over my thighs, and bend. “Fuck, I can smell you.” He grabs my wrist, yanking me back to his lap. My legs rest on the arm of the chair as he holds my body, cradling me. “Spread your thighs.”
Tilting my head back, I offer everything I have—a bountiful feast for his perusal. “You have a twenty-two-year-old girl on your lap begging for your consumption. Don’t break her heart by turning her away.” His fingers skim over my nipples, tweaking each one to a peak before he slides his hand to my slit. He rubs my clit, and I gasp, “Yes, please.”
“You shouldn’t want this.”
“But I do,” I argue as he speeds up and slows down. He sends tingling pleasurable waves through me as my eyes roll back. Drool froths from my mouth—his erection throbs, raging with want against my ass. I writhe against him when he dips inside with a precise stroke. “Fuck my pussy.”
“Stand up.”
He yanks his pants off and latches onto my hips, guiding my body to sit upon his knees. “You’re not going to let me see you.”
“Not tonight,” he whispers, running his finger along the contour of my tattoo. “I’m too worked up from weeks without you.”
“That’s why you should put me in your bed.”
“If I let you stay in my room, you will never sleep,” he replies, pumping his dick. His thick mushroom tip keeps nudging my ass cheeks. “I will maul you at all hours.”
“That is what I am here for,” I sensually reply. “To be your slut.”
“Shit,” he groans as the barrier breaks, and he plucks my body back to his chest. “If you don’t stop, I will fuck that hot, tight pussy until you cry, Abby.”
When his lips course over my shoulder, I glance back to the feral animal I’ve waited for so long to meet. He is here with me now—cupping the weight of my breasts in his hands and pinching my nipples. His dismal agony is filled with treacherous despair as I attempt to navigate my way to his terrain.
“What’s bothering you?”
“I know you will leave me.”
“You should try me.” Putting my hands on the arms of the chair, I slightly elevate, inciting his cock with my damp folds, baiting his molestation in my hollow. “Come out and play, Jynx.”
He grabs the base of his cock and breeches the gate. My kingdom will fall to his arsenal. With a forceful ferocity, he thrusts in hard, impacting deep and sending a shiver through my spine.
“Take all of me,” he demands, bucking up. “Take it all, bitch.”
“God!” I scream as my body singes, smoldering around his shaft. “Don’t stop!”
His hands drop to my hips as he uses my passage for his wretched thoughts. “You need me to hurt you, babygirl?”
“Yes, Daddy!” I beckon, calling upon his army to assault every last crevice in which I hide. “Rape me!”
Jynx
Her juices slick over my thighs as I repeatedly ram my dick inside of her vulnerable hole. I claim what should have been mine months ago. “I wanted to follow you at the wedding. I wanted to force myself on you then.”
“But you’ve yet to do it.”
“Because I know you will leave.”
She doesn’t respond as my demanding fingers strum at her clit, and I pulse with short bursts into her dew. “If you had done that,” she moans, sliding her hands on the sides of my thighs. “I wouldn’t be this drunk on you. I wouldn’t want forever.”
“Can you handle me that long?” I ask, pulling her head back and wrapping my hand around her throat. “Pretty big commitment you’re asking for, little girl.”
“I want all of it,” she urges, attempting to move against me. “I want all of you.”
“That’s it,” I coach as she rolls. I slow my movements, giving her the freedom to fly. All the while, I keep my palm around the delicate flesh of her neck. “Take my big dick like it’s the only thing you’ve ever wanted and the last one you’ll ever need.”
I won’t always welcome her assistance.
But I have never had the privilege and honor of claiming a virgin.
Especially one I’m thinking about handing over my last name to.
“You feel so good…this deep inside of me,” she purrs, speeding up and screwing my dick like she means it. She is chasing her orgasm. Her sluicing pulse cannot lie. She’s no longer dipping her toes in the water but diving in. Her body trembles against my chest as she nervously asks, “How am I doing?”
“You’re fucking like a pro now.”
She giggles as I stare at how beautiful she is against me. I have never paid this much attention to anyone. They were all nameless, faceless women offering a warm hole for my dick after I’d expressed my control for hours.
But Echo counts.
“Get up,” I say, pushing her off of me.
With sudden tears in her eyes, she panics, “What did I do wrong?”
Taking her fingers, I pull her back, facing me. “Straddle me.”
“Jynx,” she whispers as I slow the pace and thrust in inch by inch. “What are you doing?”
“Something I’ve never done before.”
She laughs, “Fucking face to face?”
“No,” I mutter with a smile. “Making love to someone I’m in love with.”
“You’re shaking.”
“I’m a little unacquainted with this,” I confess my darkest recesses and skim my hands over her back. I grab the flesh of her ass in my palms and gently rock into her wetness. “It won’t always be like this.”
“I know.” Her lips meet mine, and everything else ceases to matter. We’re all lips and tongue in hurried, savage kisses. We part for a breath, and she says, “I am so in love with you.”
“Are you going to marry me?”
She nods. “I am.”
My hand moves her hair over her shoulder as I kiss her collar bone. “Do you promise if I ask…”
“I won’t reject you,” she interjects, blinking at me. “Not in a million years.”
“Will you let me put my babies in your belly?”
“Yes,” she hastily says. “Many many.”
“… You’re serious?”
“I am,” she whispers, laying her hands on my shoulders and pivoting her hips around. “I want the whole fucked up package of Jynx Monroe.”
“I adore you Echo Maines,” I mutter, clasping my arms around her body. “Hold on.”
I stand up, staying deep inside of her and walking to the bedroom. I kick the door shut with my toe. “I guess the future Mrs. Monroe gets to stay in her Master’s lair?”
“She damn sure does,” I concede, laying her carefully on the bed. “Every night, for the rest of my life.” Her supple legs tether around mine as I take serious strides inside of her drenched pussy. “God, I want you so bad.”
“You should come inside of me.”
I pause, not knowing if she can handle the depth of my perversion. “I don’t know if I can and still be a gentleman,” I admit, feeling like a failure. “It’s not something I’m…”
“Fuck me like your whore then,” she moans, arching up her hips. “Fuck that pussy hard. Make me cry.” Without any warning, I hover over and clamp my teeth to her neck as I maim her body with my own. “Oh, my God…that’s so hot!” She cries out, etching her claws painfully down my back—something shifts in her as she realizes what I need. “Stop! Stop! Don’t hurt me!”
I bite harder as my hand slips around her neck. I stiffen my grip and release my snap, brimming with immoral nou
rishment. “I’m gonna fuck you up, bitch!”
“No, please!” She bellows, struggling against me. Her arms flail, punching her forearms against my popping guns. “Stop!”
My impactful moves punctuate, stabbing into her well like a sword as every ounce of her fight spurs on my atrocious plunder. My teeth clamp into the tender flesh again. I want her so fucking bad. She will be mine. She doesn’t have a choice. I will keep her trapped in my house and heart, my sex kitten.
I release the clasp of my teeth and murmur, “You like the violence! Admit it!”
I snarl, showing my teeth as her eyes light up and she grins. “You have no idea what you’re doing to me.” She saturates around my aching cock, shuddering with ripples echoing in her walls. “Do it!”
“Jesus! Fucking Christ! I’m going to come inside of you!” Inside of her puddling warmth, I rapidly shoot as she clutches my ass cheeks. “Fuck, Ek!”
“That’s it baby, slather me in your cum.” Her fingers flutter over my sweat covered back as I lay on top of her and wait until my body relinquishes control. I never pull out; I fall out. “You can take me further, Master.”
“That was fucking incredible,” I admit, kissing her cheek. “Tell me I didn’t hurt you.”
“Not at all, but if you wouldn’t mind, I’ll take a nightly orgasm like that, for all of my days.”
“Dear God, we’re fucked up,” I confide as she giggles beneath me. “We’re going to conceive children doing that.”
“We are,” she concurs, kissing me. “And no one ever needs to know about our dirty little habit, Sir. It’s my secret to keep. It’s my secret to cherish. But you can play harder with me.”
“That scares me.”
“Take it all the way,” she promises as I finally slip from her folds. “Bring your cruel monster, Jynx.”
“This is remarkably unprofessional.”
“Your inner rebel will love it.”
33
Evolution
Echo
The next few weeks brought sweeping changes. I took the position as his personal assistant, which was wonderful because it gave me something to do. But it was terrible because every day I watched the man I craved in freshly laundered shirts and slacks—light on the starch—disappear into the private office behind my desk. He always smelled the same with a woodsy musk aftershave that made my toes curl and thighs dampen.