“You may think I look like a butterfly, but I sting like a bee.”
She made a goddamn Muhammad Ali reference. Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee. If her fate hadn’t already been sealed before then, that would’ve done it. I’d overheard Graham informing someone, Quinn probably, that Jade would be starting that night. I didn’t know what I thought was going to happen. I just knew I had to be there. Just seeing her in that fucking lingerie was enough to have me blowing up… and blowing my load. Her body was unreal. I’d wanted to shove her into the nearest corner, tray of drinks still in hand, flip up her skirt, and bury my face in that pussy until she screamed. When I followed her up those stairs and saw that dickwad put his hands on her, though, I saw red. The only thing that kept me from killing him was the fact that Jade was about to eat shit. Even after I’d steadied her, I held on. If I let go, I’d have gone to jail that night. You never caused a scene in public, especially when you were a Savage. But that time, I was close to losing control. For her.
I didn’t even know what it was about her that made me react that way. When we’d met at Graham’s, I’d wanted to fuck her, sure. Maybe even a few times. I didn’t do the girlfriend thing. But after that night, I hadn’t seen her again. I won’t lie and say that I never thought about her over the years. An ass like that was hard to forget. It was that same ass that had me needing to have her that night at O’Leary’s. She still had that spunk from four years ago, but this time she was using it to hide the pain in her eyes. And all of the sudden, I wanted to know who’d put that pain there and make them pay. I didn’t understand why Jade seemed to be fighting this. Fighting me. I saw through her, though. She still wanted me. She just didn’t want to want me. And I was going to find out why. That meant I needed to see a man about a job. And that was what brought me to Graham’s home office.
“I want a job,” I informed him. I was met with a sardonic laugh and a shake of his head. The bastard was as pleasant as a fucking STD, even to the people closest to him. Well, other than Dahlia.
“You have a job. It’s called fucking fighting.” He didn’t even look up at me, still going through his spreadsheets.
“Yeah, and you also need me to win. You wouldn’t want me to accidentally lose, would you? I’d hate to slip and fall on a fist.” I sucked air between my teeth for dramatic effect. “You’d probably lose a pretty penny.”
That got his attention.
“You win when you need to win and lose when you need to lose. You have no say in this shit. What the fuck are you playing at, Cole? Are you threatening me? You don’t fuck with my money.”
“I don’t want to play that card, but I will. I need a management position at Hot N’ Bothered.”
“Now, why the fuck…” he trailed off, and I saw when the light bulb finally went on.
“This wouldn’t be about our little friend Jade, now, would it?”
Graham shook his head in disapproval, his green eyes turning two shades darker.
“I swear to God, you better not fuck this up. I’m not listening to Dahl bitch about you. You better wrap it up, too, son. Babies are expensive. I would know.” I wanted to slap the smirk off his smug face.
“Got it. No knocking her up, no breaking her heart. I can do that.” I nodded, but I didn’t actually stop to think about that. Though Jade didn’t give me the vibes of a needy girl. “I’m starting tomorrow. It won’t interfere with my fighting.”
Before he had a chance to process it, think about it, and realize that it was probably a stupid idea and that I couldn’t be trusted, I stalked out of his office, hearing his laughter trailing behind me.
“You’re damn right, it won’t! And if you ever try to threaten me again, I’ll cut your fucking tongue out myself!”
I got the job. Next on the agenda: get Jade out of those skimpy clothes and into a secluded office. No more working the floor for her.
The next night, I was waiting for Jade at the bar right before her shift was supposed to start. She walked in looking fuck-hot in an all-black and yellow, lacey one piece and sky-high heels. She wore those same garters that drove me fucking crazy, but this night, her hair was full of messy curls. Before she could even greet Quinn, I grabbed her by the elbow, leading her to one of the offices upstairs.
“Ow, Cole, what the hell are you doing?” She tried to tug her arm out of my grasp. I loosened my hold, but didn’t release her. I’d never release her.
“You’re coming with me,” is the only explanation I offered.
“Jesus, you caveman! Use your words next time you want something from me,” she screeched, earning the attention of everyone around us.
When we reached the office, I slammed the door behind us. Jade looked at me expectantly, and a little suspiciously, not knowing why I had her there. I held up my arms, gesturing to the room around us.
“Welcome to your new office, Butterfly.”
The office was basic, but nice. Bare except for a desk with a computer, a couple filing cabinets on one side, and a couch and coffee table on the other. There was a double-glazed, soundproof window that overlooked the dance floor, but the people down there couldn’t see through it.
“Uh, say what, now?”
“You heard me. You will come to work every night, but instead of serving, you will come straight up here and help me sort out this clusterfuck of files. You’ll wear your normal clothes…”
I made a show out of eyeing her scantily clad form from head to toe, licking my lips in the process. Come to think about it, I couldn’t concentrate at all while she was wearing this little number.
“Do you have a change of clothes?”
She gave me an almost imperceptible shake of her head, her mouth set in a hard line.
“Pity, I guess you’ll just wear what you have on tonight. You are, however, going to walk out of here with a coat, and I don’t even fucking care that it’s ninety degrees outside. Next time you show up at work, you’ll be fully clothed and won’t resemble a dayshift hooker in any way. Understood?”
Shock registered on her face before she hardened her features. She crossed her arms, cocked a hip, and raised an eyebrow. God, she was sexy when she was all worked up.
“And just who are you to tell me what to do?”
I smiled what I knew was a devious smile.
“Your new boss.”
When Cole told me I’d been reduced to filing duty, my initial reaction was to be pissed. How dare he make that decision for me? I’d already gotten rid of one controlling asshole when I left Stefano. I wasn’t looking to add another one, especially one that I wasn’t even dating.
Never mind the fact that the new position was actually way more appealing. I wouldn’t have to deal with loud music and drunk people, and I wouldn’t have to wear those heels all night every night. The only part I had been hesitant about was working in such close quarters with him. I didn’t know why Cole was so hell-bent on pursuing me, but working with him was going to make it that much harder to resist him.
Since when did he work at Hot N’ Bothered, anyway? Was he just there to fuck with me? I didn’t know what to think about any of it. Cole, surprisingly, wasn’t too hard to deal with. At least not on the first night. We both sat on the floor in a pile of files, sorting everything alphabetically. We talked and laughed, and of course, bickered; it almost felt…normal. He grazed my legs a few too many times for it to be an accident and looked at me like he was a starving man and I was his next meal, but made no real advances toward me. I didn’t know whether I was relieved or disappointed.
The second night, he came up behind me when I was making copies for some of the new hires. He did that thing where he nuzzled his nose along my neck again, and he almost had me begging for his cock right then and there.
“Jesus Christ, Jade. You don’t even know what you do to me,” he whispered raggedly into my ear. I felt his hardness pressing into my backside, and I don’t know what came over me, but I chose that moment to bend over and grab the copies, causin
g my ass to grind into his need for me. The hitching of his breath egged me on and I wiggled a little, pressing into him harder. Apparently, that was his breaking point because the next second, his heavy hand wrapped around the back of my neck and pinned me to the copy machine. Equal parts surprised and turned on, a whimper slipped out of my mouth. Cole flexed his hips against me punishingly, and I wanted more. So much more. His anger turned me on. I wanted to piss him off and push his buttons, just to watch him explode.
“Is that all you got?” I challenged, trying to keep the desperation I was feeling out of my voice.
Cole’s hands moved to the outside of my thighs and slid upward, underneath my pencil skirt, causing it to ride up to my hips. I swallowed hard, not knowing what he was going to do next. What I didn’t expect, however, was the hard slap! to my ass cheek. I squealed and jumped, but his hand was around my neck once more, holding me in place. His other hand that rubbed the sting out of my ass soothingly was such a contrast to the harshness of his voice, when he gritted out, “Don’t let your mouth write checks your ass can’t cash, little girl.”
Without another word, he was gone. And I was left draped over the copy machine with my ass exposed, wondering what the fuck just happened.
I didn’t know what got into me, but I immediately regretted practically throwing myself at him. It had been so long since I’d hooked up with anyone, and hooking up with another mobster was out of the question. Out of the frying pan and into the fire. The next night, I was feeling extra embarrassed and conflicted knowing I had to face him again. My plan was to act like nothing happened and focus on work, but of course, Cole had other plans.
I entered the office feigning nonchalance.
“’Sup,” I said with an awkward nod in his direction. I rolled my eyes at myself, no doubt making myself look even cooler. Why did this beast of a man make me so fucking socially awkward? So, he was a real-life Thor. No big deal.
Cole chuckled a deep grumble of a laugh behind his desk and pushed two shot glasses in my direction. He was so gorgeous it was borderline infuriating. His face was almost pretty, but everything else about him, from the scar over his right eyebrow and his broad shoulders to the massive hands that inflicted so much pain in the ring, screamed violence. The juxtaposition just made him that much hotter to me. This man was deadly. In more ways than one. His hair was in that man bun that drove me insane, and those amber eyes had two permanent creases between them, making him look every bit of the bad boy that he was. I didn’t stand a chance. He cocked an eyebrow at my obvious gawking, I’m sure, and I snapped out of my daze.
“Drinking on the job, Mr. Savage? I don’t think that’s very professional.” I let my purse slide down my arm and drop to the floor where I stood in front of his desk.
“Because short skirts and Harry Potter T-shirts are so professional,” he retorted.
I wore a black, pleated leather skirt that sat high on my hips and flared out with bare legs and black combat boots. On top, I wore a white T-shirt that read, “I’ve got 99 problems, but a snitch ain’t one,” with the golden Harry Potter snitch on it tucked into my skirt.
“Whatever, Muggle.” I plopped down in one of the chairs in front of his desk.
“The fuck you just call me?” The confusion on his face made me burst out laughing, and just like that, the awkwardness from the night before was gone.
“Never mind. So, what’s the occasion?” I asked, nodding to the shot glasses.
“No occasion. I’m your boss and I say we drink. Problem?” His eyes dared me to argue. To bitch out. In response, I snatched one of the shot glasses up and tossed it back without breaking eye contact. Blech. Jameson. I was so not a whiskey girl. Before he could react, I downed the other shot, too. Cole smirked and poured two more. That time, he took both.
After a few more shots each, I was feeling giggly and flirty and free. I wasn’t worried about Stefano or school or any of it. Cole admitted to me that he wasn’t too familiar with Harry Potter, but knew enough about it to recognize the font and the snitch on my shirt. That led to me practically jumping over the desk and right onto his lap.
“How have you not seen Harry Potter?! We are fixing this shit right now.”
I parked my ass on top of his firm thighs and opened the Internet browser on his laptop. One of his hands slid between my thighs. Not probing or wandering, but possessively gripping the inside of my right thigh. I thanked God and Macy’s for the fact my skirt was short and accessible enough for him to do his magic on me and felt wetness pool in my panties. I tried to ignore the sensations swirling in my gut, and lower, and pulled up the complete set on Amazon. Surprisingly enough, he let me buy it. He rattled off his credit card number while he slowly, so slowly, ghosted his fingers up and down the inside of my thigh, inching closer to my pussy each time. Neither one of us said a word, but I parted my legs slightly, in a wordless invitation to continue.
“If I were to touch your pussy, would you be wet for me?” His voice sounded almost taunting, and his chin was propped on my shoulder. I wanted to make him lose control, just like I was. I sank into him, opening my legs even further.
“Why don’t you find out?”
His hand moved up closer, and he let out a strangled groan when he hit the wetness coating the insides of my thighs.
“Fuck yeah, you’re wet for me. Fucking soaked.” He slapped my pussy once, twice, then gripped me over my lace panties. “This right here, Jade? It’s mine. You hear me, Butterfly?” I arched my back and pushed myself into his hand, wanting more. God, just sitting on his huge dick made me want to make every single mistake that led me to my poor position all over again.
“It’s yours. Jesus, it’s all yours.” I was beyond shame. I just wanted, needed more.
“Damn right it is,” is all I heard before his hands came around my waist, turned me around, and sat me on the desk in front of him. My heart was pounding so hard I was sure he could hear it. I was afraid to talk, afraid to move, afraid of breaking the spell we had on each other.
He grasped each of my ankles in his hands and set my boots on the edge of the desk, exposing me to him. He smoothed his hands up my legs and under my ass, taking my panties with him on the way back down. I lifted one foot out, and then the other. Cole stuffed my underwear into his pocket before gripping my knees and pushing them apart as far as they would go.
And they could go pretty fucking far, seeing as I spent my high school year being the head cheerleader of our football team.
Holy fuck. I was sitting on Cole Savage’s desk with my legs spread and bare pussy on display. He stared between my legs, and I should’ve felt self-conscious under his inspection, but the hungry expression on his face told me that he liked what he saw.
Cole grazed his hands back down my thighs and used his thumbs to spread me apart; we both gasped.
“Such a beautiful cunt,” he murmured, seemingly to himself. Not a second later, he was on his knees in front of me and inhaled deeply between my legs.
“I need to taste you. Now.” He wasn’t asking.
“Please.” I, on the other hand, was begging.
He wasted no time burying his face into my pussy. He licked and nibbled and devoured me, and it was all I could do to stay upright.
“Fuck, you taste so good, Butterfly.”
“Cole,” I whined. “Fuck me.”
He ate me vigorously, savagely, and I felt like exploding, but I wanted him inside me.
“Please, Cole, fuck me. Please, I need it.”
Without a word, he flipped me back around, but this time I was on my hands and knees, on top of his desk. My boots hung off the edge, ass high in the air. I heard him unzip and I tried to catch a glimpse of him over my shoulder, but he was already there, at my entrance. Massive and thick, like the rest of him.
He stood behind me, fully clothed, his cock just barely nudging inside of me, hands clasped behind his head.
“You want to fuck? Then start moving. You fuck me.”
I t
ook a deep breath and slowly pushed back, taking him inside me. God, he was huge, but I was so wet that it didn’t hurt as much as it should have. I slid up and down his cock a few times and heard his breathing become ragged behind me.
“That’s it. Good girl. Fuck yourself on my cock.”
His words spurred me on, and I moved faster, harder, slamming my ass into his hips and taking him to the hilt.
“Such a good girl. Use my cock, baby. Look at that pretty little ass bouncing off me.”
I felt wild and out of my mind, all inhibitions gone. I reached down between us to rub my clit, and just when I was about to come, he pulled out of me.
“Cole!”
Smack! His hand came down hard on my ass. I squealed and jerked forward.
“Shh…” He pulled my cheeks apart and started eating me from behind, sucking my clit into his mouth. I’d never felt so good in my life. I could’ve died at that moment and have been 100 percent okay with going out like that. My eyes rolled into the back of my head, and the side of my face was mashed into the desk. Cole’s mouth went from sucking my clit to fucking me with his tongue, and then his tongue traveled up even further.
Once I felt his mouth on my asshole, I lunged forward in shock, but he smacked my butt again and manhandled me back into position, forcing me to arch my back with my ass on display for him.
“Don’t fucking move.”
I didn’t fucking move.
He used his hands to grip me and spread me apart while he tongued my ass. I never knew something so dirty could feel so perfect. I was on the verge of coming, and when he brought one hand around to play with my clit, I did just that. I bucked and screamed and came apart while he held me in place, not slowing down for even a second. He pulled his face away and used one arm to pin me down, while he used his other hand to rub my slick pussy furiously. I was so sensitive from my orgasm that I kept jerking away, but he held me in place, forcing another one out of me.
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