Mallory

by Michelle Love

  “He wants me to go get in his car.” She pointed to his waiting driver.

  “Do it,” Tanner said.

  “Okay, I’ll be in the car,” she told Arsen, and he ended the call without another word.

  Before she got out she asked Tanner, “Are you sure about this? I mean he might be a murderer.”

  “He’d be a damn fool if anything happened to you with the two of us knowing he asked you to meet with him and had his car take you. You can’t be a chicken, Steele. You have to get to know your clients and they all will be accused of terrible things. The closer you can get, the more you can find out and the better you can help them to get off the charges.” Tanner patted her leg. “Keep your wits about you.”

  She nodded and got out of the car and walked up to Paul who smiled. “You,” he said under his breath. “Imagine that.”

  “Hi, Paul. Yeah, it’s me.” She climbed into the car she had gotten into less than twenty-four hours earlier and found the smell of leather and Arsen’s expensive cologne making her head lighter than it already was.

  Paul pointed to a small refrigerator.

  “Get yourself something to drink. You should really calm way down before you see him again.”

  “Is it showing how much I’m freaking out?” she asked with a nervous laugh.

  He nodded. “By the way, Arsen told me your name. It’s nice to officially meet you, Steele Gannon.”

  “You too, Paul.”

  The door closed, leaving her in the dark backseat of the car. The buttons from her shirt he’d ripped open the night before were still all over the floor. She smiled and took a beer from the fridge.

  What was his plan for her?

  ARSEN

  Pacing in his office, Arsen had never been more nervous. It was infuriating him that the young woman had such an effect on him. Never did a woman make him nervous, yet she did somehow.

  When he’d walked into his office to meet with the legal staff he’d just hired to represent him if he was officially charged with the murders, he nearly dropped to his knees when he saw her.

  The woman from last night. The woman who he thought he’d never see again. He didn’t know her name because he hadn’t asked it. He kicked himself all the way home for not getting her number, name and apartment number.

  He knew he’d want to see her again, but the things hanging over his head were not things he wanted to tell her about. But now she knew about them, so that was an issue no longer. And she was being taken to his penthouse and would be waiting at home for him.

  Arsen knew that he should leave the young thing alone. He had so much going on after all. He may not be around to keep her anyway.

  She had to be freaking out about what she had done. Steele didn’t seem the type who did that sort of thing. Her tight as hell pussy sure didn’t seem to be used much, but she sure seemed to like it.

  She did so well following his commands. Not many could hold back an orgasm just because he said to. She showed great restraint, and he loved that. Steel showed promise she’d make an excellent sub. But would she even want that?

  The girl was trying to become a lawyer. A criminal lawyer. Would the lifestyle he led be a thing she could accept? Could she let him control her? Is that even a thing he wanted?

  Why break a free spirit? If that’s what she was.

  He took out a bottle of Jack Daniels and tossed a shot of it down his throat. Arsen should be calling Paul and telling him to get the girl out of his penthouse. That was the smart thing to do.

  But his body was overruling his brain, and he was walking out the door to take his Jaguar to his penthouse. Thinking could come later after he saw if she’d let him have a piece of her again.

  If she was smart, she wouldn’t!

  He got into his car and crossed his fingers that she’d not be smart, at least for the rest of that day, anyway.

  STEELE

  A large window overlooked the San Francisco Bay and Steele held her third beer as she gazed out at it. The alcohol had taken the edge off and she was feeling quite lucid.

  The sound of his shoes clicking and clacking as he walked out of the elevator which led to the penthouse she heard coming up behind her. She spun around and placed the beer bottle on a small table beside her and readied herself to tell the man she’d slept with the night before that she was never going to do that again.

  His dark eyes leveled on hers as he pulled his dark blue tie loose and ripped his shirt open at the top, the top couple of buttons flying away. Her heart pounded as he strode towards her. His face was set, jaw tense, and muscles bulging.

  Her mouth opened to speak, but he was on her before a word could pass her lips. His mouth crashed on hers hard and his tongue thrust into her mouth. His tongue raked over hers and his hands were everywhere, holding her body to his.

  One hand grabbed one of her legs hoisting her up to wrap her legs around him. Steele’s mind was gone, and she did as he wanted. Because she now knew that she wanted it too and no matter how strong her mind was, the attraction they had was stronger.

  His erection throbbed against her soft core and she moaned in desire for him and quickly stopped. But he did nothing to stop it as he began walking, carrying her to another room.

  His mouth held hers as he kissed her like a man who thought he might never get to again. The sound of a door opening then slamming shut she barely heard as her heart was beating so hard and loudly she could barely hear a thing except that.

  His mouth left hers and she looked at him as he tossed her onto a bed. She looked around the room and found it done in dark colors, red, and dark chocolate browns. It looked like something a man with his wants would have.

  “Strip,” he said as he stood back and started unbuttoning the rest of the buttons on his white shirt.

  She noticed the black jacket he’d taken off, and he was stepping out of his dress shoes. Steele thought about saying they should talk, but once he dropped his pants and his huge erection sprang out, she forgot what she wanted to say anyway.

  Steele shimmied out of the tight, black pencil skirt and pulled the blue blouse off over her head. She managed to get the bra unclasped before he pounced on her as he had finished undressing.

  He pulled it off this time without ripping it, but her black lace panties were history as he ripped them off. Arsen pinned her body beneath his and kissed her again. Hard and wanting, he kissed her as his huge cock pushed into her.

  The pain reignited, and she writhed under him. He pounded into her as she wiggled as the burning sensation was nearly unbearable. His hand wrapped up in her hair and he pulled it hard.

  His mouth left hers and he ran his tongue up her neck then his teeth bit her earlobe. “Be still,” he said.

  Steele stopped wiggling. “It burns.”

  “After how I fucked the shit out of you last night, it better burn,” he said as he continued to thrust hard strokes into her.

  His words had her going to another place and for some reason she thought how hot it was that he was so brutally honest with her. She raised her knees to better accommodate him and he pushed even harder into her.

  The pain turned to pleasure quickly, and she arched up to meet his thrusts. The wind left her lungs with every hard thrust he made. Her hands ran over his short hair and she moaned at how silky soft it was.

  He let her moan, and she whispered, “I wish I could’ve run my hands through it when it was longer.”

  “Shh,” he said in her ear. “No talking, only fucking.” His hot mouth moved down her neck then over her chest. He landed on her breast and bit her nipple hard.

  “Oww!” she yelped and he let it go and stopped moving.

  His eyes searched hers, darting rapidly back and forth. “Did that really hurt you?”

  His eyes were narrowed at her and she found herself wondering if it did really hurt. “Not really, just surprised me I guess.”

  “If I really hurt you, our safe word is rose. Okay? Do you understand me?” He ended his sente
nce with a tender kiss to her nipple which kind of ached for him to bite it again.

  Steele nodded. “Rose, I got it. Okay, and just so you know, you can bite it again. It’s kind of nice.”

  His smile went all the way over his gorgeous face and she couldn’t help herself as she took it between her palms and pulled him into a kiss. Her lips touched his softly, and he returned a gentle kiss. His tongue stroking her lips.

  Arsen pulled his head back and looked at her. “You’re beautiful, Steele. I’m so glad I saw you again.”

  “Me too. I could hardly get you out of my mind,” she confessed.

  “Me too,” he said then kissed her again softly as he made long, slow strokes.

  His hands roamed over her soft body, and he moaned as he caressed her silky skin. Her hands ran over his muscled back and she loved he way the muscles felt.

  His body was perfect, and she wanted to taste every inch of it. He was being gentle with her and she liked it, but she loved it when he was rough. She raked her nails over his back and his kiss hardened.

  Arsen ran his hands back and took hers into them, pulling them over her head and holding them down with one hand. He pulled his mouth off hers and smiled.

  “Scratching, huh? I can fix that.”

  He got up and left her lying on the bed. She watched him grab his tie off the floor and come back. He looped it around her wrists, then the other end over the bedpost. She smiled at him as he resumed his position above her.

  “Now I’m going to let you have it. Remember, no coming until I say or I will have to.”

  She smiled and interrupted him, “I know, spank me until I cry. I remember, don’t worry.”

  His eyes went dark, and he growled. “Why did you have to come into my life at this horrible time? You’re fucking perfect for me.”

  With that he took her breast and bit it hard, her body arched up but she stifled her scream as he slammed back into her. Her body shook with relief as he pounded her again.

  The way he took her like a savage was a thing she found more than exciting. Every nerve was on fire. Every fiber of her being was relishing in the assault his body was making on hers. One of his hands fisted in her hair and he pulled it hard.

  Her arms strained against the bond he had her in and she ached to run her hands over his body. She could see the muscles as they rippled over his back with his harsh thrusts. He was using every one of them to pound his hard cock into her tender pussy.

  She shuddered as an orgasm began to build and she knew she couldn’t let it go. She wrapped her legs around him to try to hold herself back. She found herself aching to let it all go.

  She knew damn well he knew she was fighting to hold on and he reached between them and squeezed her clit between his fingers. He sucked on her breast hard, making her stomach tighten in some deep place with every hard suck he made.

  He was going to make her come and then what would he do to her? She held on, clenching her teeth and then she decided to try to make him come so he’d let her.

  She did a few Kegel exercises and after about ten of them he groaned and took one last pull on her breast then looked up at her.

  “Come.”

  Steele found the sound she made a thing she didn’t know she was capable of as her body let go and she felt as if an enormous wave was crashing over her.

  Arsen’s body tensed as he shot into her. He groaned like an animal then lay on top of her, letting their bodies pulse around the others.

  ARSEN

  Arsen had never let anyone control him sexually since Mistress Sinclair. He wasn’t about to let the young thing get the best of him. He finally pulled his head up after both had caught their breaths. He kissed her lips softly then pulled back to look at her.

  Her skin was flushed, and she smiled weakly at him.

  “My arms hurt.”

  He rolled off and untied her, then rubbed her wrists and arms.

  “Better?”

  She watched him as he carefully rubbed her shoulders.

  “That was something, thanks.”

  He tweaked her nose and put his hands on either side of her.

  “I know what you did to get me to come, Steele.”

  She blushed. “You did?”

  He nodded. “Sneaky, don’t you think?”

  She shook her head. “It got the job done is what I think. You were torturing me.”

  One eyebrow raised. “Was I?”

  “Well, you know, not actual torture, but my body wanted to release so bad and you were adding more and more stimulation until I was about to come without you telling me to and I knew where that would leave me,” she said and ran a hand across his cheek.

  Arsen ran his fingertips over her collarbone and spoke softly, “Steele, I can’t allow that sort of thing. I realize you didn’t know that, so this time there’ll be no punishment for it, but if there is a next time then there will be.”

  “Well, what will the punishment be because I may be able to put up with that to get what I want,” she giggled, and he kissed her to quiet her.

  “That isn’t how this works, Steele. The punishments are meant to get you to stop the behavior I don’t approve of. If it doesn’t detour you from doing what it is I don’t want you to do, then I’ll have to go to the next level and you don’t want that, do you?” He stroked her arms.

  “Arsen, I’m not one of those women. I don’t want to be controlled.”

  His laugh came from deep in his chest.

  “You sure about that? Because your body begs to be controlled by me.”

  Steele looked away and sighed. He pulled her face back to look at him and kissed her softly again. When he released her lips, she said, “You’re right.”

  He smiled. “Another thing I think is perfect about you is that you’re truthful. Many women are stubborn and hate to admit things. I wish I didn’t have this thing hanging over my head. I wish you weren’t on my legal team and not really a woman I should be even thinking about making into my submissive.”

  “Wait? What?” she asked her face riddled with confusion.

  The way her eyes went wide had him thinking he’d jumped the gun and said too much.

  “I can see that’s something which hasn’t occurred to you.”

  Steele pulled her body to sit up, and she leaned against one of the mountainous pillows on his bed.

  “Okay, time to talk, Arsen. Those women who you might be accused of killing. Tell me about your relationship with them.”

  His face went void, and he got up, strolling in all his glory to the bathroom adjoined to his bedroom. He left her waiting for him to return and when he did he brought in a bottle of water. He took a long drink then handed it to her.

  “Drink.”

  She took the bottle and a drink then handed it back to him.

  “Okay, now tell me.”

  She’d wrapped the blanket around her tightly, covering her breasts.

  “Steele, I didn’t ask you to come here to tell you anything. I don’t want to talk about them.”

  “But I kind of need you too. You see, you’re accused of some bad shit, Arsen. Should I be afraid of you?” Her blue eyes hammered him as she looked at him more than he’d ever allowed anyone to.

  “Yes and no,” he said. “You see, I’m sure to make you do things you never thought yourself capable of doing. But as far as killing you, no, you have nothing to fear. I’m innocent of those crimes.”

  She let out a sigh, and he knew she was thinking that he might have been guilty.

  “I didn’t think you really could kill anyone, but I don’t know you at all.”

  “No one really does, so don’t feel bad,” he said as he climbed up next to her and ran his arm around her shoulders. “My story is long and full of terrible things I don’t like to recall. The things I’ve done with women I think are my business and mine alone. Don’t you feel like your sexual business is yours to keep to yourself?”

  Steele was eerily quiet, and he found that disturbing. Fi
nally, she said, “I don’t want to tell anyone about how much I enjoy what it is you do to me, if that’s what you mean.”

  “Why is that, do you suppose?” he asked then left a kiss on top of her head.

  “The obvious reasons. It would make me seem weak and you seem controlling and mean,” she answered.

  “As long as you don’t see me like that is all that matters to me,” he said. He tilted her face so he could see her expression. “You don’t think that, do you?”

  She shook her head and smiled. “I just never knew I’d want to be done that way. But I don’t want to tell a soul about it, to be honest with you. And to stay in the strain of being honest, I don’t want to be your submissive. I wouldn’t mind dating and seeing where this leads though.”

  “Dating,” Arsen said as if he’d just tasted something awful. “I’m not a dating kind of man.”

  “I bet you’re not. And the fact is that we can’t really be seen going to the movies and holding hands as we walk through parks,” she said then laughed a little.

  “Not that I’d do that sort of thing anyway,” he said with a chuckle.

  “Nah, you’d never stoop to such a low-brow thing.” She ran her hand across his chiseled chest.

  “You get me, Steele. Somehow I can see that you get who I am without really knowing a damn thing about me,” he said as he ran his fingers along her neck. He pushed the blanket away from her breasts and ran his fingers over one of them. “Your body is beautiful.”

  “Said the man with the perfect body.” Steele sighed. “This is such bad timing. But maybe it’s really the perfect time as you don’t seem the type to conform and I, well, I have a goal to get to and being anyone’s submissive isn’t on my agenda.”

  With her words Arsen felt himself shifting inside. Could he bend the rules for her? Could he live life a bit differently? Or could he manage to get her to come to see why he needed things the way he did?

  “I have no idea if I even have the time to do this with you, Steele. I could be picked up by the police at any given moment after all. But I might not either. The thought of not being with you like this anymore is a thing that makes my stomach hurt. And I’ve already exhibited way too many of my past weaknesses with what’s happening to me. You make me feel strong and hopeful. With you a part of not only my life, but my legal team as well, I think I can manage to live through this crisis in my life.”