Seduced By Him (The Drowned Series Book 1)

by Caitlin Sharratt

  “Fine. I will do it.” I grab his glass, downing the last of his drink for him as I tasted the burn against my tongue and throat.

  “Really? I don’t think you could handle it. Tell you what, if you do this, if you succeed, I will let her free but I will also have her bank account filled twenty grand, gives her enough to start her life over and actually get a decent home for once.”

  “two-hundred grand.”

  “Eighty.” He bargained.

  “One-hundred.” I pressed before taking his cigar, taking a deep long drag.

  “Deal. Don’t screw this up Henry.” Fuck! I was screwed either way. I grab my knife before stuffing it back into my side pocket. I turn around, finishing the henchman, David staring at me before opening the door.

  “Oh and Henry?”

  “Yes?” I growled, not turning around to look at him.

  “Don’t forget, we never turn on our own family.” Like you never get the chance to bring it up all the time. I could feel the tension in my shoulders weighing me down, the truth behind me knowing about Mr Philips. Why I always do what I was told, what I’m made to do.

  “Family always comes first, I know.” I walk out, wanting the burden that I have to do taken from me. Could I do this?...emotionally manipulate a woman who for the past few days has given me a better view of things.

  She is the light.

  I am the darkness and what I do best is snuff out the light.

  I am going to have to cause her pain that she is never going to get rid of. Pain that not even I could get rid of. I would break her and I would break myself.

  She will get to see my demons that haunt me so much, she would finally see the real me, the real monster beneath this mask. Beneath the façade.

  I push the sunglasses back on, walking towards Samuel who was currently waiting by the car. I get in the back, not wanting to enjoy the car ride in shotgun, I had to lie down, to rest my head a little before I would overcome these feelings and do something I know I will regret.

  By the time I had arrived home, I had felt the unease in the pit of my stomach. My staff wait for me, opening the door while I climb out of the car. The sun was still high in the clouds but I knew there had to of been a few hours passing by the last time I left this estate.

  I enter the house, the smell of food cooking in the air. I wonder what she has been up too since I left this morning. I found her I n the kitchen, her hair pulled into a soft braid, showing off her forest green eyes that aluminate her facial feature and eyelashes. She wore a cream dress, stopping just above her knee along with soft pumps. Powder covered the apron, along with her arms and hands.

  “Like this?” She asked, her back still to me.

  “Knead your hands more into the dough, make sure you stretch it out too.” I knew that voice, but I couldn’t see him.

  “Can you pass me the corkscrew on the side for me?” The voice said again and I glance around, finding the thing he wanted right beside me. I grab it, watching Emily turn around and holt when she sees me. A blush emerged against her cheeks and neck, now that I could see more of her face when it’s up, I appreciate the view while it lasted.

  “H-Henry, your back so soon?” She looked stunned, almost caught in some act that she wasn’t supposed to do.

  “Yes. It seemed work cut shorter than I expected.” I look across us, seeing the kitchen sides covered with ingredients and flower, along with a blob of dough and a rolling pin.

  “What are you doing?”

  “Oliver is teaching me to make pizza dough for dinner tonight. We had no ingredients in so we went out to get some.” She went out…she went outside.

  “Your cooking dinner?”

  “It’s the least I could do. I know what you have done for me, risked your life so I could stay here and be your...slave.” She strained the last words while wiping her dirty hands on the apron.

  “Oliver was teaching you?” I frowned, looking behind her and see the butler, who even had his own hands dirty.

  “Yeah. It’s been fun, and he has also been keeping me company while you were gone.” Jealousy filled inside of me as I glance between them. Maybe Oliver was just keeping her occupied like I asked him too? But the thought of them two, laughing, chatting while cooking food. The only thing I could think of is…a relationship.

  “Well I’m glad you are enjoying your time, when your done please come and join me in the dining area so we can eat.”

  “You have a dining room?” She looked surprised.

  “Yes, you will love it.” I whispered, leaning in towards her to give her lips a soft peck. Her green eyes are wide and round but gives into the kiss. I didn’t mean to make it longer, but her gasp was my undoing. I grab her, not caring if my butler was in the same room as me, fuck it! He could look all he wants just to get the hint that she is mine. She tasted like cherry’s and sweetness. I could lick her all up until I was hungry no longer.

  “See you soon.” I pecked her lips again while leaving her breathless, the peak of her nipples visibly hard through her clothes and tonight, I will be nibbling on them until she begged for me to stop.

  The food was delicious, along with a Greek pasta bake and fine wine. Oliver made a good choice on the alcohol and maybe I could use a little to suck off of Emily’s skin, maybe even pour some against the gap of her breast and devour her.

  “Thank you Emily, that was splendid.”

  “Your welcome. There is only a few amount of people that I would cook for.”

  “Where did you learn how to cook?”

  “My mother.” A soft smile played on her lips as she played with the flute of the wine glass. She had eaten most of her food but I’m guessing with her nerves around this place, she hasn’t had much of an appetite.

  “I think she would have liked you.”

  “Oh really? I thought I was a monster. Does your mother enjoy the company of monsters?” I teased while sipping my drink. I lean forward, resting my elbows on the table and watch her closely. She had a smile that even I couldn’t deny, her lips were a soft colour of pink, a shade that I have seen welted into her skin as I flog her. Maybe her dream of me flogging her has finally satisfied her?

  “My mother believed that anybody can have second chances in life, even if they are a handsome dominant.”

  “You think I’m handsome?” I grinned, pushing the plate away from me as I stood to get closer to her.

  “Amongst other things.” She sipped her wine, her eyes trained on me the whole time. I take the chair next to her, sitting directly towards her so I could touch the delicate skin I want to feel so much.

  “And what do you think of me?” She whispered. Her chest rising and falling in sync with her pulse. Am I making her nervous?

  “I think…that you are a very beautiful woman who should have all of her needs attended to. All of her desires to pleasured and experienced. You should be treated like a queen. A goddess.” Each word I say made me get closer and closer to her until I was finally gripping her waistline as she held onto her wine glass like it was the last thing she treasured.

  “Will you treat me like one? Like a goddess?” She peered up at me, placing her half empty glass on the table beside us, making everything else fade behind like an echo.

  “Oh I will treat you more than a goddess love. I will treat you like you are mine.” My hands gripped her soft locks, my mouth claiming her mouth like I was a starved man driven to eating her up. She moaned around me, making my blood pump just as fast around my cock.

  “You went out today and if I remember correctly, we had a little deal earlier on. You know what that means?” She kept her eyes closed while panting against my lips, she pawed my chest and hard, acting out like some sort of hormonal cat in heat.

  “It means I’m going to fuck you. Right here. Right now.” And I plan on doing that all night long until she was shaking with pleasure.

  Chapter Nine.

  Emily.

  I was pushed against the table, my lower back pressed aga
inst the hard wood. Henry devoured my mouth, his tongue seeking out mine as he played my body so well. It was like he knew every single weak spot on me, so experienced with my darkest desires that I had to give into him. I had to give in to the man who has taken my heart.

  He got in-between the gap of my legs, spreading them apart with his own hips. I could feel how hard his cock was against the soaked underwear of my libido.

  “What are you doing to me?” I asked with desperation, gripping onto his biceps in the process.

  “Well first I am going to rip your underwear apart.” What!? But they look so pretty! His fingers gripped onto my thighs, showing me the curve of my buttocks and mound. He loops his fingers on my underwear, ripping them apart before finally dropping beneath us.

  “Your dripping. Someone is very excited to see me.” Always.

  His fingers spread my folds and all I could do was moan and stare at the ceiling, relishing the feel of his hands on me.

  “Hold onto the table for me, watch me baby as I fuck you with my tongue.” Oh fuck! Yes! I grip onto the table, my legs spread out for him as his fingers enter me.

  “Jesus Emily. You are always wet for me, always so wet. You have no idea how much that excites me.” He knelt down far enough for me to watch his hungry gaze at my pussy, watching how I pulse for him. A flush creeped against my skin as he licks his lips before finally touching me again. Oh my god…was he good. He flicks his tongue out, lavishing my clit with his own pampering before sucking. A jolt of a sensation I have never felt before made my body quiver.

  “Coming already? That will not do.” I scream with ecstasy as he worked against me, making me come over the edge again. He lapped. Licked. Sucked and drank me until I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed him inside of me.

  “you taste just as good as the wine.” He hummed, making the vibration run through my body, sending another jolt of pleasure in my veins.

  “Please…”

  “Please what?”

  “I need you inside of me...please.” I didn’t care for the fact that Oliver was outside, I didn’t care that the curtains were open, anyone to see us and I sure as hell didn’t care that I was screaming my lungs out with devotion as he worked his tongue over and over again.

  “Oh trust me, you will. My cock will sit perfectly in this pussy of mine you won’t even realise that you will want it more and more. Tell me Emily, tell me how much you want my cock.” I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t think. All I could do was obey.

  “Please, I want you.” I pleaded, gripping onto his shoulders as I sat up, face to face. I kiss him, tasting myself against his tongue and moaning with approval.

  “Come, I want to finish this in the bedroom.”...but what about the play room? He stands me up, sorting out my dress and ignores my shredded underwear on the ground. His hand slides into mine and tugs me as we leave the dining room. Oliver waits outside, his hands behind his back as he turns to us.

  “We will be busy for the rest of the night, do not interrupt us.” Henry bosses at the kind butler and to be honest, I felt a little sad for him.

  “Of course, sir.” Even the tone of his voice seemed a little sad but I did not dare give him a glance or else this night would go completely different. I would end up worrying over my friend…holy shit. A butler is my only friend here. This place has already gotten me hooked.

  “I want you to strip down all the way to your birthday suit. I want to see that perfect skin of yours.” Yes! Even during sex, he could control me in ways I never thought I could imagine. I loved it. I craved it.

  He closes the door behind me as he guides me to his bedroom. A room we last had a debate over sex. He was in such a foul mood this morning but now, after a full stomach and dirty words, he seemed to be pleased. Maybe it is the saying I hear a lot. The only way to please a man is through his stomach. I strip quickly out of my clothes and release the clasp of the fancy bra and drop it on the plush carpet. I turn to face him, his own body dripping with sex and power. He has removed his own clothes all too quickly but I stood there, checking out his physique. He had powerful muscles, powerful enough for him to run around the mountains as a daily thing. He was toned, muscular and delicious enough for me to grab, fuck and use. Maybe I could take charge for once.

  “Perfect. Fucking perfect.” He gripped his cock, his eyes trained on my body while I watch his shaft. He was hardening by the second.

  “Tonight, this could go two ways. One, we fuck, then go sleep and forget that we are doing this in my room or two, we play in the play room, fuck really good and go to our own rooms?” He took steps towards me but I stood still, itching to just grab him and ride him.

  “One.” He grinned.

  “Good choice.” He grabs me, spinning me around so I could see him bed, his hand grips onto my neck, pushing me down until my face was cooled down by his cold sheets.

  “Your arse is mighty fine. I’m going to fuck this arse one day. Would you like that?” He grips my buttocks as it lifts into the air for him to see.

  “I- have never done it before.”

  “Anal play?”

  No.”

  “Would you like to?”

  “Yes. But not tonight, tonight this pussy is needy for your cock.” I moaned as he grinded against me.

  “Oh I bet it is. Lie down on your back for me baby, I want to see your face as my cock fills you.” I push back against him before crawling to the bed, the cool sheets make my nipples harden as I lay on my back, ready for him to take me.

  “I bet you are still wet for me.” His fingers curl inside me, stretching me for his large girth. I widen my hips, my hands beside my head as he touches me.

  “Are you ready for me?”

  “Yes Henry, please, take me. Take me now.” He hovers over me, his powerful arms resting on his side of my head and I forget that my hair is still up but I didn’t care right now. His hand guides his tip at my entrance, rubbing the slick moisture that has built up from my excitement.

  “Protection?”

  “No. I have the implant.”

  “Good, I want you to feel my bare cock inside your tight pussy.” He pushes himself inside me and I had to grip the sheets. He wasn’t rough, he went slow, his cock stretching me open before pushing into me further and further.

  “Fuck!” I breathed, tasting the burn inside of me.

  “God yes Emily, you feel so fucking good.” His soft lips hovered over mine. The stubble of his growing beard scraping against my delicate skin. He groans again before stretching me to the hilt, his ball sack seated perfectly against my buttocks.

  “I fit perfectly inside of you baby.” I t felt perfect.

  “You want it rough? Or slow?” I didn’t know what I wanted but right now I just wanted him to move.

  “Please…just move.” I breathed while gripping his soft hair, he grinned before again, his hips thrusting deeply into me as I squirmed around him. He was moving like a god would do, like a king would do to his queen. My heart swelled deeply as I thrusted my hips with him, matching his slow pace.

  “I never imagined sex would feel so good but fuck do you feel good!” He nibbled my earlobe, sending a spike of adrenaline through me and I had to the only think I could do. I gripped onto him like a vine and flipped us over, I was surprised, even for a woman like me to move a man like him. He was shocked himself, a little frown on his dark brow but it soon disappeared when I grinded my hips against his, the tip of his cock pushing deeper inside of me.

  “Ride me Emily, Ride me like never before.” His hands palmed my breasts, twisting the tip of my nipples until it was painful but that is what sent me over the edge. I threw my head back, screaming at the pain and pleasure running through me. I ride his body like a pro, my pussy soaked from my own arousal and I could see the tension his henry’s neck and shoulders, he was close himself.

  “Yes!...just like that baby, keep riding my cock…fuck!” He worked my body as I worked his, my soul felt like was it on fire as we moved together. He grip
ped my hips, moving himself faster and faster into me as I was star struck.

  “Emily...Fuck! I’m about to come!” Yes! I wanted his seed inside of me, swelling and pulsing until it was running down my leg.

  “Ah…Henry!” We gripped onto each other, our arms holding onto one another as his hot seed filled me and exploded around him in sync. Stars formed into my vision as he groaned against my lips. Sweat covered us, panting like an angry bull and all we could do was relax. My cheek rested against his chest, my eyes half closed as his cock still pulsed inside of me. My hair tie was undone and before I could realise what he was doing, his fingers ran through my hair softly. Comforting me.

  “Did I hurt you?” He asked, mumbling sleepily into my hair.

  “No…but I never thought it could feel like this.” I mumbled back while drawing soft circles against the soft spot his stomach. I sit up, releasing his cock that was still hard inside of me. His come seeped out, dribbling down my leg.

  “That has got to be one of the hottest things I have seen.” I had to hide my face, embarrassed a little.

  “Hey...Don’t hide your face. Emily, look at me.” He cupped my cheek, smoothing away the fallen hair from my braid and tucking it behind the shell of my ear.

  “How was that for you?”

  “It was…exhilarating. Is it always like that?”

  “Not always. It all depends on the partner.”

  “Maybe it’s just me then, I mean, you have a lot more experience than me, and even in my past, I never really got the best out of the sex.”

  “What do you mean?” He sat up, fluffing the pillows so we could lean against them.

  “Whenever I had sex, I could never really...orgasm. It was always the guys, maybe it’s because of my past, could of it traumatised me?” I pull the covers to my chest, watching his expression closely.

  “You know, you never really told me much about yourself.” He said, resting his hand against the hallow of his throat.

  “I could say the same to you.”

  “Then how about we tell each other something that we have never told each other before. You go first.” Hmm, I think talkative Henry suits him.