Drawn to Him: A Romance Collection

by Willow Winters

  “W-what?” I stuttered, looking up at him.

  He wasn’t shaved like usual. There was a faint hint of stubble lining his chiseled jaw, and his jaw clenched as I stared at him, his beautiful dark eyes zeroing in on mine with unquestionable desire.

  “Doll…” he repeated, and my mouth hung open.

  “You…” I breathed. “It was you.”

  Casper sneaked out and rubbed against his ankles, and he leaned down to pick him up while I stared at him, still completely shocked.

  “Let me in, doll,” he said, rougher this time. The voice I knew. The voice to which I’d come so many times I’d lost count all those days ago. “Now. Step aside and let me the fuck in.”

  My hands shook as I let him in, and he put the cat down. Casper scrambled upstairs, obviously sensing the tension between us, and I closed the door after them, leaning against the wall.

  “You played me,” I told him. “You fucking stalker. You found me… You wanted to hurt me…”

  He stepped closer to me. I saw him with different eyes now, and he towered over me even more without my heels. I’d never been more scared… or more turned on.

  “Shut the fuck up, doll,” he told me darkly. “I don’t give a shit what you think. Get on your damn knees.”

  My whole body shook, and wouldn’t obey. He stared me down until I moved away from the wall, and then put his hands on my hips, his fingers digging through the red silk into my skin. I moaned out loud, a soft gasp leaving my lips as he forced me down on my knees. He reached for his belt as I watched him, my eyes open wider than ever, begging him not to.

  “You could’ve figured it out,” he told me. “You just didn’t want to, did you, doll? This is what you fucking want.”

  He opened his belt buckle and the sound of the metal clanging against his fingers practically made me drip on the floor. I felt like the dirtiest bitch around him. And I loved it.

  “You want a gentleman to wine and dine you,” he growled. “And you want a fucking monster to fuck you. Isn’t that right, doll?”

  He took my chin in his fingers and gently tipped it back, and I stared up at him with glassy eyes. He was surprisingly gentle with me given his words, and my whole body shook in anticipation, waiting for him to go on. Because even though I didn’t want to admit it to myself, I wanted him so fucking badly. I wanted him to fucking hurt me. I wanted exactly what he had described. Rough and sweet, evil and good, all wrapped into one sinful, sexy package. A monster in an expensive suit, that’s what he was.

  “Say yes, doll,” he said, pushing his thumb in my mouth while I whimpered. “Or say no, I don’t give a fuck. Don’t say anything at all. I’ll fuck your mouth either fucking way, and you fucking know it.”

  I parted my lips for him as he unzipped and pulled out the biggest cock I’d ever had. He was throbbing with veins, long and so thick I wondered how much he’d stretch me.

  “Open wider,” he laughed at me. “It won’t fit like that, doll.”

  He stretched my mouth open with his thumb, and forced his cock down my throat.

  “Feel that?” he said, stroking my cheek. “Feel how hard you’ve been making me for over a fucking week, doll?”

  I nodded, my eyes watering with my mouth so full, looking up at him.

  “Well, there’s some good news,” he told me. “You get to swallow all of it…”

  CHAPTER 8

  Flynn

  I fucked her mouth like I owned it.

  My cock filled her up so much she started gagging in seconds, wet little sounds coming from her throat that only made me fuck it harder. I couldn’t help it. I’d been waiting so long for this, to feel her tight, wet little mouth from the inside and fill it up with my dick. Once I started, it was impossible to fucking stop. I fucked her until I felt my cock getting ready to burst, and then I tipped her chin back and made her look at me, her own orgasm so fucking close but still just out of reach.

  “Be a good girl,” I told her. “When I come, you won’t swallow, will you?”

  She whimpered and I smoothed her hair down appreciatively.

  “Good girl, Cleo,” I said. “You will show me how full your mouth is before you drink me down, yes?”

  She nodded as best as she could and I plunged my cock so deep down inside her I could feel her throat fighting to swallow. I just kept it there, with my hands softly resting on her throat because I knew she couldn’t handle much more. I held her tightly and let her feel my cock throb and spasm until I finally pulled back a little and exploded, leaking warm, creamy cum into her mouth. She whimpered and came, jerking in little spasms as she held her mouth around the end of my cock.

  “Don’t fucking swallow, keep holding it, be a good girl for me, doll.”

  She did, and when I was finally done, I pulled out and I stroked my cock, wet with my own cum and her saliva, watching it slowly go limp.

  “Show me,” I ordered her, and she shivered as she opened her mouth.

  My cum spilled down her chin, leaking all over her tits still in that sinful little robe, but opened just enough so the silky fabric caught on her tight nipples. She gave me a needy, desperate little look and I groaned, putting my cock back in my pants and smoothing her hair down because she’d done perfectly, and she deserved a little reward for her hard work.

  “Swallow,” I told her gently, and placed my hand on her throat, just as softly as I’d spoken to her.

  Her throat worked my cum down and I felt her slowly swallow all of me. She looked up at me, and like the ultimate good girl, reached down to her tits, scooping up the cum she’d spilled over, and licking it off her fingertips. I growled at the sight, loving the way she worked so freely for it. She didn’t even need encouragement or a hard palm around her throat, it all came naturally to her, and she looked fucking perfect doing it.

  “Good girl, doll,” I told her softly. “I have to go now. I have a meeting.”

  “W-what?” she stuttered, getting up from her knees. “You’re not going to stay?”

  I buttoned my pants back up and gave her an apologetic glance.

  “I’m sorry, Cleo. I really have to take care of something in the office. I’ve been having problems with a client,” I tried to explain. “But I want to see you again soon.”

  She pouted at the news, and I grinned at her.

  “You didn’t think you could get away from me now, did you?” I asked her with a smile, and she shook her head.

  “I just want more…” she confessed. “I don’t want you to go. I want to spend more time with you.”

  Any other woman saying that would have sent me running.

  I wasn’t the type of man who stuck around. I fucked them and sent them packing. And I was convinced it would have been the same with Cleo. But now, with her looking at me so demurely, her eyes needy and so beautiful, I knew I wasn’t going to be able to just walk away from this one. I needed so much more from her, and I needed her to give it to me.

  “You’re a good girl, doll,” I told her gently, buttoning up my blazer. “I’ll be in touch soon.”

  She stared at me incredulously as I went to the door, grinned at her and closed the door behind me. She looked upset, but I didn’t have time to deal with her insecurities.

  Business was on my mind as I got in my car and pulled off her driveway. I’d been having problems with a co-worker for a while, and I had a feeling the issues I had with him were about to come to a head. I knew I had to talk to him, but because he was a personal friend of mine as well, I’d been putting it off for months. But now, with the business at stake, I couldn’t really avoid it any longer. I had to speak to Geralt, I needed to make sure he understood how important this was for me.

  I’d built my business from the ground up. My software company was something I’d started myself, and worked on for most of my adult life. I was incredibly proud of it, and I wasn’t going to let a self-entitled, jealous prick bring it down just because he could. And at the end of the day, he never really was my friend if th
e allegations of what he was doing were true.

  My assistant who’d been with me from the start, had informed me she had suspicions about Geralt trying to poach our investors for a side project he’d been working on for a couple of years. I knew all about his little idea, because he’d pitched it to me half a year ago.

  And I was still in the same mindset about the software he was developing – I assumed largely on work hours, when he was supposed to be working on our own projects. I paid him for that, after all. But Geralt had an idea, and he was convinced it was a good one even after I tried to explain how it would fail in the end. He wouldn’t listen. And now, he was trying to use his position at my company to get investors for his own, already doomed product. I wasn’t having it. Any of it.

  And as hard as it had been leaving Cleo in that sexy little outfit, I knew I had to deal with business before I could spend time with her the way I really wanted to.

  I stopped at home and looked over some papers, preparing myself for the meeting ahead. I was too busy to even check my phone, and by the time I set off to work, I was in a shitty mood all over again.

  The drive to work was excruciating, with my cock straining painfully against my pants thinking of her on her knees. I knew I was already fucked. I was completely, utterly addicted to that little vixen and she didn’t even know it yet. Although I was sure if she did, she would use it to its full advantage.

  I pulled up at work, and met my assistant in the lobby. From her worried expression, I instantly knew something was wrong.

  “What is it?” I barked at her.

  “He’s not here,” she admitted.

  “What do you mean he’s not here?” I felt my blood pressure rising. “I need to talk to him. We scheduled this meeting a week ago. He said he’d be early.”

  “He called in and said he can’t make it,” she told me.

  I felt so angry I wanted to smash my fist through the wall, but I forced myself to calm down.

  “So I drove all the way here for nothing?” I asked her, and she gave me an apologetic look. “Fine. I’ll deal with this myself. But I have something more important to do right now.”

  We said our goodbyes and I went back to my car, smashing my fist against the steering wheel and making it honk. I was really fucking pissed, but the real reason was, I didn’t want to leave Cleo for nothing. And now it seemed as if I did.

  I remembered Cleo telling me she had an afternoon shift that day, and I decided to go see her at the bookstore where she worked. Those bitches who worked with her needed to see her with a real man to remind them she was the real catch of that place, not them, anyway. I hated the way they treated her. Cleo had only told me a little bit about it but I was already convinced they were the spawn of the devil. No offense to Mr. Featherstone, the owner of the store who Cleo seemed to be fond of.

  The drive took me thirty minutes again and by the time I arrived, I was impatient and craving my girl.

  I pulled up in a back alley just as it got dark outside. It was probably nearing the end of her shift, and I was glad I was going to catch her just before she left. I wanted to correct the impression I’d left on her when I left her in her living room earlier.

  Walking into the store, she wasn’t anywhere to be seen. As soon as I came in, though, two ridiculous women approached me in seconds. One I recognized from the last time I’d been there, and the other one must’ve been her sidekick Cleo had mentioned. Grace and Jacqueline. Perfect. Just in time to get the brunt of my bad mood.

  “I’m looking for Cleo,” I said as they approached me.

  “Cleo?” One of them furrowed her perfectly done brows. “She left a while ago.”

  I turned to leave, but she caught me by the sleeve and pulled me back playfully. I gave her a questioning look while the woman next to her giggled in what I was sure she thought was a seductive way.

  “I really need to get going if she’s not here,” I said pointedly, and she looked at me through obviously fake lashes.

  “I’m sure we can help, too,” she said sweetly. “I noticed you the last time you were here.”

  “Would be hard not to,” her friend purred. “We’re here whatever you need, sir.”

  They giggled and I stared at them.

  “Actually,” I said. “I’d love to speak to your manager.”

  “Of course,” the other girl said, calling out into the back. “DAD! Someone wants to talk to you.”

  They giggled and stepped to the side while an older man approached me. He looked weary and tired, but I could sense he was a good man from the start. Cleo had spoken about Mr. Featherstone briefly, and I knew she liked him, so I decided to give him a chance.

  “Hello,” I said pleasantly. “I’d like to complain about those two.”

  I pointed to the girls and they stared at me in shock as I went on.

  “They’ve been very unprofessional every time I’ve been here,” I continued. “My suggestion is you put them to work in the back, because they’re clearly not fit to work in the bookstore. Your other employee though – I believe her name is Cleo? Is an absolute delight. She deserves a promotion.”

  The man stared at me, and burst out laughing the next second.

  “I like you,” he told me. “We’re going to get along well. You’re Cleo’s new guy?”

  “You could say that,” I grinned back, hearing the two bitches whisper between themselves. “She said something about me?”

  “Nothing too great,” the older gentleman winked at me. “Though I’m sure you’re just what she needs. She’s in the back, by the way, by the back exit. She took some boxes outside.”

  “Thank you,” I said. “And keep what I said in mind. She deserves a promotion, and we both know it.”

  The man laughed as I went outside, trying to locate the back exit. I walked down the parking lot and finally found a tiny back alley with some dumpsters for cardboard, and two figures lingering next to a wall.

  As soon as I saw them, my mouth set in a thin line, and my mind raced into overdrive. What the fuck was going on here?

  “Cleo?” I called out as I approached them, and she turned to face me with a completely terrified expression. “Is everything okay?”

  The man standing in front of her took a step closer, as if he was trying to shield her body from mine.

  “Flynn,” she called out weakly. “Flynn, please help.”

  I raced over there and grabbed the man by his lapels, pulling him off her. The second I had him in my hands I recognized the familiar stench of his cologne, his smug face and that sun-bleached hair.

  “Geralt?” I asked incredulously, and he snarled at me. “What the fuck is going on here?”

  “Fuck off, man,” Geralt told me. “This is the chick I told you about. The girl from online. I sent you her link, remember?”

  And all of a sudden, I did.

  He was the one who’d told me about the mysterious girl recording herself online.

  He was the one who’d sent me the link.

  He was the one who’d been terrorizing her over the past week.

  I let go of him and just stared.

  “Man, she doesn’t want you,” I told him. “You need to back the fuck off before I do something I may or may not regret. Got it?”

  He laughed in my face.

  “I’m not leaving,” he told me darkly. “I found her first. Look at this bitch.”

  We both looked at her, cowering in fear, so obviously terrified.

  “She doesn’t want it like this,” I told him. “Not like this. Not this scared.”

  “And you would know?” he snarled at me. “The fuck are you even doing here? Get lost.”

  I let my rage take over and pulled him back. It only took a single punch to knock him on the floor.

  “She’s my business now,” I told him as he lay moaning on the ground. “You fucking touch one hair on her head, you’re dead meat.”

  I grabbed Cleo by her waist and pulled her against me. She was shaking like
a leaf.

  “You’re done here,” I grunted at Geralt. “And at the company. And if I see you one more time, I’ll make everything public, you sorry sonofabitch.”

  I pushed Cleo in front of me, away from that bastard. And I knew I’d remember the look of fear in his eyes for the rest of my life. It was more satisfying than our friendship had ever been.

  CHAPTER 9

  Cleo

  2 years later

  “Don’t make a fucking sound,” he groaned into my ear and I gasped against his palm when it flattened across my mouth. He was holding me down, his other hand on my tummy, pressing me down onto the bed and making me struggle against his rough touch.

  “I know what you want,” he told me. “I know what a dirty little bitch you are.”

  I whimpered against his skin, licking the salty taste off the palm of his hand. He tasted perfect. My pussy was throbbing with need, so ready to have him plunge his cock inside and claim what had already been given to him freely. Even after all this time, he still took me this way, the way I dreamed of, the way I needed him to claim me.

  “Suck my fingers,” he ordered, and I opened my mouth like a good girl, letting him in. He forced three long, thick and strong fingers deep down my throat and I moaned loudly as he started to fuck my mouth. He wouldn’t let me take a single break, not even for a split second, just fucking my mouth with his fingers as if that’s what they were made to do.

  His other hand reached for my panties and tore them off while I struggled, ripped them right off my body and discarded the torn fabric by the side of the bed. My gasps were getting louder and he added another finger into my mouth to shut me up. I knew I was supposed to be quiet, a good, docile little doll for him to play with, but whenever he took me this way I had trouble holding back. I needed him. Wanted him. I wanted him to force me. I knew my orgasms would be the best that way, and from the way my pussy tightened underneath his palm, I knew that night would be no different.

  He slid his palm over my skin, up my navel and up to my tits, fingering my nipples through the thin fabric of my white T-shirt. He grabbed both of my hands and held them down, and took the shirt off me slowly, reveling in every inch of my skin that was now exposed to his hungry eyes. I let him do it. I only struggled a little. I just wanted him to take what he wanted, take what he needed, use me the way I knew we both needed it.