by Celia Aaron
He asked so much. But something clicked inside me, something that had never ever been set in motion before. “Yes.”
“I mean it, Anna.”
I took a deep breath and let it out. “I do, too. I’m yours.”
Epilogue
Christmas, One Year Later
“Beat them again. And you rowing for your life. Tell it again!” Brent clapped his knee and laughed.
We all sat on the sofa near the even gaudier Christmas tree Mom had decorated this year. Niles’ arm was around my shoulders and I snuggled into his side. I hadn’t seen him since fall break. Skyping and phone sex were great, but just being near him was making me hot all over, and in one spot in particular. His scent, clean and delicious, was all I could smell. His voice all I could hear.
He rubbed my arm, up and down his hand moved in a smooth, easy, nonstop motion. He was playing it cool for our parents, but I could sense the heat beneath the surface. I couldn’t wait for it to explode outward in a flare of energy.
He obliged Brent and started his story of rowing victory again. “Well, the Cambridge cunts—”
“Niles!” Mom clutched at where her pearl strand should have been.
“Oh, it’s an accurate description, love.” Brent kissed Mom on her neck, lingering a bit too long.
“Get a room, you two.” Niles laughed. It probably sounded normal to them. To me, it was strained. He rubbed my arm faster, as if anticipation was infecting his movements.
“Well, it is late, love. How about we go on upstairs and discuss the word ‘cunt’ a bit more, yeah?”
Mom slapped Brent’s hand off her knee, but she stood. “I’m taking him upstairs before he embarrasses himself anymore. Goodnight, you two.”
Brent rose, as well, and followed Mom to the stairs. He copped a feel on her ass as they went and I looked away, mortified. “I’d venture to say what I’m about to do to you will make my family proud, not embarrassed, love.”
“I see where you get it from,” I whispered and nuzzled Niles.
Niles smiled down at me, more predatory than amused. As soon as our parents’ door clicked closed, he was on top of me. His lips on my neck, his hands yanking my top down so he could get to my breasts. They were braless, just as he’d instructed. I wore a skirt, far too short for the season, also as he’d instructed. But I’d broken his last rule... on purpose. I’d worn panties.
His mouth was hot on my neck, his teeth demanding my attention even as he twined one hand in my hair and thumbed my nipple with the other.
“I have wanted to fuck you raw for the past two hours. Since I first stepped foot in here and saw you dressed like that. Perfect little tart. All mine. Just like I told you. Did you know that?”
“I may have had an idea.” I smiled.
He squeezed my breast so hard it almost hurt and then let off. I sighed as he kissed to my mouth and claimed it as his own. His kiss was rough, devouring me just as surely as a wolf.
He yanked my legs up onto the couch so I was fully on my back, and spread them apart. His cock was hard against me, promising me so much. I dug my nails through his shirt and into his back before yanking up on the fabric. He sat back and ripped it over his head, showing me his sun kissed chest and sculpted abs.
“Niles.” It was all I could say, all I could think.
He reached down to his pants and unzipped before pulling out his cock. He hissed and gave it a smooth stroke before turning his eyes to my skirt. I thrilled at what he’d do when he saw I broke the rules.
He ran his hand up my thigh slowly, pushing the skirt higher and higher until his eyes fastened on the lace between my legs. His nostrils flared and he dug his fingers into my thigh.
“You’ve been bad, Anna.” He put his palm over my pussy and rubbed me, the heel of his hand working my clit beneath the fabric.
I moved my hips up to him. “Yes.”
He smiled, cruel and beautiful. “I hope you didn’t like these, love.”
He clutched my panties and ripped them off in one easy move. Then he put the head of his cock to my pussy and smoothed it down my clit to my entrance.
I wanted all of it, every last bit. I’d craved it, dreamed about it, woke up drenched with sweat and masturbating to it.
“Say it, Anna. Say it and I’ll give you everything you need. But I need to hear it.” It was a demand, but also a request. He would take what he wanted, but only if I gave him me – all of me.
His blue eyes pierced me, saw into the deepest parts of my heart, my mind. He didn’t realize he already had what he was asking for. I’d been his for a year, and would be for many, many more.
It was easy to say, because it was true.
I took a breath and gave him what he wanted. “I’m yours.”
I was utterly lost to him. Given over to him freely, like the most heartfelt Christmas gift.
“I love you, Anna.” He claimed my lips and took me, sliding in hard and sure.
The bells on the Christmas tree began to ring, and kept up a lovely jingle until late in the night.
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Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter One
Alexi
Jessica was in my rearview. She thought she was far enough back that I couldn’t see her. Of course I could. I’d followed her every move for the past month. Nothing she did escaped my notice, not since she first pinged on my radar.
Jessica was a journalist. She thought she could expose me.
I ran the underground in my city – prostitutes, drugs, protection money. Jessica tried to track me down, to pin all my sins on me in print. She’d gotten close, too close. Now, she was mine. Her tight little body had to be punished, and I was all too happy to do what needed to be done.
I smiled and floored it, the muscle car roaring beneath me and plunging into the dark night ahead. She would follow. Jessica was foolhardy and naïve, just what I needed to make my trap work.
The car ate up the ground at a hellish pace as I’d intended. I needed her speeding through the night with me. She obliged, her headlights coming back into view. We were flying out along a road leading to the industrial park I owned.
I reached down and smoothed the heel of my palm along my already hard cock. I was going to be buried balls deep in Jessica’s sweet pussy in under an hour. I wanted her begging, screaming for me to stop. I wouldn’t. Nothing would keep me from her, from what was mine.
I shook my head at her failure to appreciate the danger she’d put herself in. She thought I’d been her obsession all this time, when in fact, she was mine. She’d been investigating my empire for months. Visiting my businesses, sticking her nose where it didn’t belong. I’d watched every moment of surveillance footage, observing her round ass, her high, ample tits.
She was smart, asked all the right questions, and had actually been digging up a good bit of dirt. Clever and resourceful, she made a worthy adversary. But I didn’t want her for her mind.
I’d planted cameras in her house, her office, anywhere she went. I knew what she had on me. I knew who her few friends were. I knew she preferred writing about me over any other assignment.
I knew what she looked like naked. I knew she had red curls at her snatch and a perfect little pink pussy.
I’d been through her computer. I hated every time she emailed or texted with some other man. I didn’t give a damn if it was for work. She was mine. Every part of her body belonged to me. I was going to mark it as my territory tonight. She would never even be able to look at her pussy without first thinking of me, thinking of my face or my cock buried there.
I even knew what sort of porn she liked to watch. I laughed. She loved questionable consent scenes. Straight up tie her down and fuck her raw shit. What was so funny was that was exactly what she was going to get. I was going to discipline her. To make her never again think to look into my business ventures. I was going to fuck every hole on that little bitch’s body and leave her soaked in my cum.
I imagined her red hair, those blue eyes looking up at me as I fucked her mouth. My little obsession’s lips would be filled with my cock, my spend, in no time at all. And not just mine.
I dialed. “Light her up.”
“Got it.” Jackson’s voice came back before the connection ended.
I saw his red and blue lights in my rearview as he sped behind Jessica’s white SUV. She was a good girl. She pulled over like she was supposed to, just like I knew she would.
My cock ached at the thought of Jackson getting to touch her first. We’d shared plenty of women before, but Jessica was special. I would be the first to sink into her sweet cunt, the first to make her scream.
Chapter Two
Jackson
I walked up to Jessica’s car, my shit kickers crunching on the gravel roadside. Her blue eyes were luminous in the moonlight.
“Officer, I know I was speeding, but I’m on a really important assignment for the Daily Herald, so if you don’t mind—”
“Step out of the vehicle ma’am.”
Her mouth shouldn’t be wasted talking. It should be wrapped around my shaft. It was already straining against the zipper of my uniform. This was going to be good.
She gave an exasperated sigh before removing her seat belt and obeying.
“Face the vehicle.”
She crossed her arms over her chest. She was wearing a graphite gray pencil skirt and a button up white blouse. Her hair was loose, blowing in the light breeze. I wanted to fist it and force her down to suck me off right then and there. I didn’t. I grabbed her arm and turned her forcefully against her car.
I started at her shoulders, smoothing my big palms over her small frame and then ran them down her sides, feeling the generous swells of her breasts under my fingertips. She made a sound of protest. I moved closer to her, pressing my erection into her backside as I gripped her. On the grainy video, it would look like a regular pat down.
“Officer!”
I smiled at her objection and yanked her arms behind her. The cuffs clicked into place around her small wrists, and I dragged her along to my cruiser.
“You can’t arrest me! I didn’t do anything. I want to speak to my lawyer. This is a violation of the Constitution. I’ll have your badge for this.” And finally, my very favorite came out of her mouth. “Don’t you know who I am?”
I shoved her down into the backseat so she was eye level with the bulge in my trousers.
“Oh.” The word escaped her. I slammed the door in her face and went back to her car to collect her bag and the registration papers from the glove box.
I returned to the cruiser and slid behind the wheel. “Reckless driving, ma’am, is an offense leading to arrest in this state. So is assaulting a police officer.”
She went back to sputtering about how she’d been railroaded. I kept everything nice and professional on the cruiser video. She had no idea what I was about to do to her. Cuffing her little wrists was acute agony. I wanted to be the one holding them, pressing her down while I rammed my cock into her until I coated her pussy with my seed.
I smirked, thinking of how much Alexi was going to enjoy fucking this bitch’s mouth. She’d been writing and spewing tales about him – all true, of course – in the paper and on the Internet. He w
as going to ride her hard, make her pay for every word she wrote. I was more than happy to watch, to hold her down while she begged us to stop.
I drove to Alexi’s warehouse and pulled around to the back. I flipped the cruiser camera off. I’d gotten enough to prove my case should Jessica decide to tell anyone I’d mistreated her during her arrest. And no one would believe a word out of her mouth about what was about to happen. It was all too far-fetched. Not to mention the fact that I intended to keep her in the holding cell for at least a week before letting her speak to anyone but me.
I rose from the car, my cock still painfully huge in my pants. God, was I going to fuck her so hard she wouldn’t walk straight for a week. I yanked her from the back. She kept talking about her rights. About freedom of the press. I dug a pair of her stolen panties from my pocket and shoved them into her mouth. That shut her up.
Alexi and I had planned this trap to perfection. Jessica fell for it. She would pay the price. I couldn’t wait. What Jessica didn’t know, hadn’t written, was that the kingpin and I had been working together for quite some time. Jessica was just our newest illegal venture.
Alexi Karasov made money from various dirty deals and ruled this city with money from connections back in Russia and his criminal enterprises here. I kept him safe from the prying eyes of any state investigations. His payoffs had created a nice little offshore retirement fund for me, far more than I could ever make on a cop’s salary. And, to be honest, I enjoyed doing his enforcement work. I didn’t bat an eyelash when I was sent to break some lowlife’s fingers or torch a drug lab.