Pushed

by Leah Holt

  I heard his lips suckle his finger as he groaned in satisfaction. “Fuck you taste good.” His tongue licked my throat, forcing me to moan again. “I want more.”

  Fingers followed his tongue as he licked down my chest and circled my naval. His knees thumped to the floor as his hair swept over my stomach, tickling my skin.

  My fingers ached to run through his hair, to dig in hard and tug at his roots. They groped loose air, they reached and stretched to be on him; catching nothing but wind with every curl and flick.

  Yes! Take me! Don't make me wait, I can't take this much longer!

  The tip of his tongue tapped my clit as his lips sucked the swelling bud. “Mm,” I choked out, biting the inside of my lip to keep quiet.

  Lapping quicker and quicker, my knees almost buckled as my body quivered and shook. Machi danced his tongue up and down, side to side, circled and twirled. It went in so many directions I couldn't focus on just one.

  Trembles radiated through my thighs, crawling up over my hips and attempting to steal me away. I felt lighter as the weight in my shoulders vanished and the thought of being sold was a mere speck in my mind.

  Because right then it was just us, we were two people enjoying an erotic experience. The auction had been muffled, my role had been muted, there was nothing going through my head except pure thrill.

  Digging his nails into my waist, Machi pulled back, chuckling. “Uh-uh, not yet.” The rough pad of his finger dipped into my sex as his thumb slowly massaged my clit. “This is where it gets fun, right here. Where you want me to finish you off, where you need it so badly that your body is going to collapse if I don't give it to you. That's what I want, I want to see you buckle, I want to see you're muscles crave it to the point they're about to explode and you want to kick me in the fucking face if I don't let you have it.”

  Crushing my toes into the carpet, I bit my lip harder. I couldn't stop my sex from reaching out, from aching for him to shut up and keep going.

  Bowing my back, I spread my legs wider as I tucked my face into the nook of my arm and bit my own skin.

  His thumb stroked harder and my pussy pulsed with soundless thumps. Sliding his finger in and out, his tongue found my skin again as he licked between my lips, over and inside every crevasse, he wasn't missing a single spot.

  Rocking my hips, I rode his face as he fingered me. Goosebumps made up my skin, shivers worked my muscles, and my brain completely went numb, focusing on only one thing.

  I needed to come, I had to come.

  My chest began to rise and fall faster as my belly began to quake. I was there, I was right there, one more flick of his tongue was all I needed.

  But he stopped, removing his hand and gripping my thighs in protest. Grunting in frustration, I threw my waist out, searching for his touch again.

  Laughing, Machi ran his hands up and down my legs, over my stomach, around my ass, purposely avoiding my needy button. “I'm so hard right now it fucking hurts. But watching you like this, seeing you're body ready to collapse. . .” Pausing, he pressed his palm over my mound, squeezing softly. “It's so fucking sexy.”

  His palm drifted up over my ribs, floating with ease over my nipples. Plucking the hardened beads, I groaned, rolling my head from one shoulder to the next.

  “I'm impressed, I expected you to tell me to get you off or fuck off by now.” Running his hand down my ribs, his fingers found each and every bone, playing a silent beat that matched the thumping of my heart. “That's right, Pixie, I can even read what your heart is doing. It's going insanely fast right now, it's slamming into your ribs and turning your skin red in the hottest fucking desire I've ever seen.”

  Clamping my thighs shut, I rocked my hips. He was fucking killing me with his game, with his dirty fucking lesson.

  Please! I can't take it much longer!

  Machi rose to his feet, brushing his nose against mine. His lips traced the curve of my jaw as his breathing intensified and his hands clutched my hips. “Is this what you want? Do you want to trade fingers for me? Would that make you happy?” His leg pushed in, splitting my thighs open.

  Straddling the thick muscle of his leg, my head dropped back as I rubbed my sex up and down, gyrating hard. I didn't need him to do anything, I'd get myself off if he wasn't going to give it to me.

  Digging his fingers into my waist, he lifted my legs off the ground and wrapped them around his hips. His cock slipped up between my wet lips, the hard tip stroked my clit, sending a wave of shivers throughout my weakened frame.

  Fragile and powerless, I leaned forward and bit the first piece of his skin I could sink my teeth into. Machi didn't yell, he didn't get angry and tell me I made a mistake. . .

  He groaned, he moaned, he bit back.

  Forcing my ankles to lock around each other, I clung to his waist, rubbing my pussy up and down the furry base of his firm muscle.

  His hands worked their way up to my throat, following the pulsing veins under the skin, and curled into the base of my hair. Grunting, his mouth found mine as he kissed me hard and passionately.

  I could taste myself on his lips, I could taste the nectar he devoured with his tongue and my sweetness in the back of his throat.

  He kissed me like this was more than just a lesson, like the game had shifted at some point from playful to delirious want. He wanted it just as much as I did.

  Whatever he was trying to teach me, he fell in with me.

  In one quick thrust, Machi was buried inside my wetness, slipping in and out with ease. My muscles shook and quaked, tingled and tore with pleasure.

  Riding his cock, I couldn't feel the tension in my shoulders anymore, I couldn't feel the soreness of my ass or the numbness in my hands. All I felt was him, his body, his hands, his heart beating against mine.

  My hips bucked as his cock pounded hard and fast, teeth nibbling exposed skin, plucking and biting. Our bodies were in sync, the war on hunger was a lost battle as we devoured each other in silence.

  And as I lost myself in that moment, as I allowed a piece of that world to excite me, to take me, to claim me. . .

  My heart began to beat for more than life. It beat for him, it beat for his tender touch and comforting words.

  I found something more in the dark, I opened the door and invited him in.

  I found love in a monster.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Machi

  “Get up.” A heavy kick landed against my ribs as I hugged my pillow.

  “Fuck! What the hell?!” Rolling over, I blinked my eyes open, trying to focus on the shadow at the side of my bed.

  Fior cracked his knuckles and looked down at me with a wicked smile on his face.

  “What the hell do you want? Can't you see I'm busy?” Flopping back down, I tugged the blanket halfway up my chest and closed my eyes. “Whatever it is can wait.”

  Rough hands and thick nails scraped down my neck, curling into the collar of my shirt and yanking me out of bed. I was in a daze, still half asleep and groggy.

  Shoving me to the ground, Fior held me in place as another voice crashed into my skull. “No, it can't wait, Machi. We don't revolve around you.”

  Snapping my head up, Ethan was leaning against the back wall, picking at his nails like he didn't have a care in the world. His smile broadened, running from ear to ear, and all I wanted to do was jump up and smack it off his face.

  The man acted like he was above everyone, like he was an almighty being, superior in every way.

  That crooked grin and pompous tone was enough to make my skin prickle with hate and muscles ready to unleash every inch of power I had.

  But we were missing one person, the one that mattered.

  “Seriously, Ethan.” Stuffing my hand into the floor, I pushed myself up and wiped off my knees. “Why the fuck are you here?”

  “Well, I didn't come here to see if you wanted to go out for breakfast.” Stalking forward, Ethan waved his hand towards Fior, signaling him to step back. “We need to talk.”
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  “So talk.” Cocking my head, I thinned my lips. “We don't need formalities, just fucking say it.”

  “We have a problem—you have a problem to be more specific. Sylvan is moving the date up, he wants this weekend, and we're short three girls. A decision had to be made, Pixie is going in.”

  Holding up my hand, I waved him off. “No, she's not ready yet, she needs more time. I'm sure I can find him the girls he needs, but Pixie is a work in progress.”

  Ethan's eyes slit tight, lip curling on one side. “Work in progress, really? She's been here for almost two weeks. I find it hard to believe that she's still giving you a hard time. Maybe you're not as good as Sylvan thought.”

  “She's tougher than I expected. If I send her now, the buyer who gets her won't be happy. Does Sylvan want that? Does he want a disgruntled customer? I highly doubt it.”

  Pursing his lips, he shifted on his feet, sweeping in closer. “Drake has two that he'll have here tomorrow, you have two days, make her ready, Machi.”

  “Two days? Ethan, I can't do that.”

  Smirking, his head ticked a hair towards his shoulder. “Do you want me to take over? I can, it wouldn't be a problem.” Fixing the cuffs on his sleeves, his grin made me sick. “Or is there another reason she's not ready? Maybe there's something you want to tell me, something you want to share?”

  What the hell is he getting at?

  The way his eyes lit in black flames and his lips warped into a blade against his face, he was holding something back, a thought, an idea, another motive to his visit.

  “She's not going, not yet.” Cutting the air with my hand, I scrubbed my jaw. “I don't know who you think she is, but she isn't like the others, she's different. It hasn't been easy.”

  “I don't care what you have to do, she goes. And if you can't handle her, I'll take over, it's that simple, Machi.” Ethan flashed his teeth as his mouth fanned open like the Joker. Turning on his heels, he waltzed out the door, tugging the trim of his suit and whistling to himself.

  Fucking Asshole.

  Fior started to follow, but I grabbed his arm, digging into his skin with my fingers. “What the hell is going on, Fior?”

  Glancing at my hand, he lifted his eyes back to mine and tore his arm free. “It's business as usual, Machi, what does it look like?”

  “That's not what I mean. When did you become Ethan's bitch?”

  Smiling, Fior's voice dropped, lowering to a whisper. “Am I his bitch? Or are you just pissed that he came to me first and not you?”

  Glaring, my fists balled at my sides, ready to strike him where he stood. He was brave for talking to me that way. Even if Ethan had asked him for help, I was still higher in the game of cards.

  It didn't matter who requested you, unless you were given a title, you were nothing but a dog to them. He was still just Fior, a set of hands, a pile of brute muscle, there for safety and protection.

  Ethan hadn't called on him because he was thinking about offering him a position at his side, he called him to make sure that he left my room unharmed. He wanted him there because he feared me, even if he did his best not to show it.

  “Is that what you think?” Laughing, I shook my head in disbelief. “ Maybe he only asked you because he knows you have trouble thinking for yourself. Maybe he needed a puppet, you are really good at taking orders, but not using your fucking head.”

  “You better watch your fucking mouth.” Gritting his teeth, he took a step in as his hand leveled with his shoulder, pulling back to take aim.

  Holding out my arms, I squared my shoulders. “Go on, fucking hit me. I'll even let you, but you better make it count, you only get one.”

  Snarling, Fior grumbled. “You're not worth my time.”

  “What happens when he doesn't need you anymore? What then, huh? What do you think he has planned for you after he's exhausted whatever the fuck he's getting from you right now?”

  Throwing his arm up, he pointed in my face. “You should be asking yourself the same thing. Do you think Ethan is stupid? Maybe you should take a look at what you're doing, this little game you've got going on. Maybe there's more to this little auction than you think.”

  Shit.

  My heart dropped inside my chest. I thought I had been careful, I made sure that no one had seen us. So how could they know? How could they possibly know what we had done together?

  Fior winked at me, allowing his smile to smear his face in evil bliss. “Good luck, Machi.”

  There are eyes everywhere.

  I knew that, I knew everyone was watching all the time. But it still didn't make sense.

  Pacing around the room, I rubbed my head and plucked at my lips. There had to be something I missed. A hidden spy, a silent trap, a camera. . .

  Halting my feet, I stood in the center of my room and spun in a wild circle. I wasn't sure why it hadn't crossed my mind before.

  Sylvan wasn't stupid, he was a sick and twisted pervert. And he would have made sure to watch where his money was going.

  My eyes shifted and darted to every object around the room, from bed to dresser to lights and the carpet; a camera could be anywhere.

  I have to find it. There has to be one.

  It was the only thing that made complete sense. All the rooms were probably rigged with digital eyes for more than one reason. He could watch the men and the women, he could keep a close eye on the guys he brought in and the ones he put his trust into.

  Lurching towards the bed, I started to tear apart the mattress and bedding, piece by piece. I wasn't going to leave anything unturned. Drawers came out and crashed to the floor, lights were pulled and sockets were stripped from the wall.

  Fuck!

  I thought I had been careful. I really thought that all my tracks were covered and behind closed doors was left to the imagination.

  I was wrong.

  There has to be something here!

  I hadn't been this nervous since the first day I set foot in this place. I expected to be dead already, I anticipated a bullet to the back of the head on more than one occasion.

  What if it has nothing to do with Imperial? What if it only has to do with me?

  How did I not realize it the instant Hans said it?

  I've already been exposed for the man I truly was.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Machi

  How do you become one person when inside, you're really another?

  Having two lives, they'll always find a way to bleed together. It's inevitable, there's no way to avoid it.

  My life had gone from normal to living a lie so I could learn the truth. I had created a man that never existed, just so I could finally get revenge on those that had destroyed the life I wanted.

  One night, it took one night for my two worlds to collide, for the man I was and the man I became to sync up and destroy everything I had worked for.

  There was no camera in my room, there was only one man who had lost his way. I didn't have to tell them who I was or fear they might find out. . .

  Because they already knew. I was just too blind to see it.

  * * *

  Glancing down at my watch, I tapped my finger on the table. “What the fuck, you're late, I don't like late, Hans.”

  “Machi, Machi, Machi. . .” Cupping his hands over his heart, he lowered his head. “It's better to be late than to never show up at all. I'm here now, aren't I?”

  Arching one brow, I glared up from the table. “Don't give me that bullshit, I don't have time for your fucking games. Where are they?”

  “Ahh, yes, the girls.” His fingers fluttered over each other, snapping softly. “They're here, but first we need to talk about the price. I know we had discussed ten apiece, but these ladies, they're worth a lot more.” Stepping to the table, he reached for the back of the chair. “May I?”

  Nodding, I cracked my knuckles in my lap. My patience for that man was already thin. There was something about him that I just never liked.

  Have you ever just
met someone and didn't care for them at all?

  That was Hans, he just rubbed me wrong from day one. I couldn't put a finger on why, but it sat in my gut like a heavy weight. It took everything I had to not just hit him in the face right off the bat.

  But this shit, this shit wouldn't fly. I wasn't about to negotiate a deal that was already set in stone.

  The game was simple; he would find me the girls and I paid him for his services. The price was set by me, the rules for the exchange were set by me. All he had to do was one job, that was it. Find me the women we needed to fill the stage.

  “The price is set, Hans, ten each, no more, no less. That was our deal.”

  Sucking in air through his lips, he rolled his head on his shoulder, pulling a small flask from his breast pocket. Unscrewing the cap, he held it out to me. “I don't want to be rude, would you like some?”

  Shaking my head no, I cupped my hands and laid them on the table. I didn't speak again, not yet. I wanted him to talk his shitty fucking mouth off, let him rattle whatever pile of horse shit he had come up with and then I'd let him know who was running the show.

  He wasn't in charge of this deal, I was.

  Tipping his head back, he took a long swig of liquor. “Ahh, Tequila.” Staring into the small opening, he eyed the inside of the bottle. “It hits just right, you know? Burns a little on the way down, warms your stomach once it settles, just like a good woman. I love this shit. Are you a tequila man, Machi?”

  Silence.

  “A man of few words tonight,” he said, resting the flask down. “That's fine with me, I don't mind doing all the talking. So where were we. . .” Tapping a single finger to his lips, he eyed the wood beams crossing the ceiling. “Ah yes, I remember now, the price of the girls. I want twenty apiece, forty large for the pair.”

  Chuckling, I scratched my forehead. “Forty for the pair?”

  Lifting his finger up, he pointed across the table. “These girls are worth it, they'll bring in double, probably even more for your boss. They weren't easy to get, Machi, I want what I deserve for bringing them in.”