by Amaya Black
Stumbling back, I realized what was going on.
Her essence seemed to be overpowering me and I needed fresh air.
It was only when I was in my Tahoe, that I dared to take a breath. Simone’s mere presence was intoxicating. I wanted to touch her.
Bullshit.
I wanted to do more than touch.
There was a need to push inside of her. Have her beneath me, staring up into my eyes with a mix of fear and wonder as I spilled into her womb.
My dick was already brick hard. Reaching down, I palmed myself and found that that act was extremely painful. I hissed at the feel of how tight I was. Eventually, by the time I reached the club, the throbbing had subsided.
One of the valets recognized my car and waited for me to exit. The blue neon lights of Frost were shinning into the wintery air and the music felt like a heartbeat as soon as I hit the entrance. There were a ton of bottle girls walking around in their skimpy outfits including Yasmine, a blonde I flirted with from time to time.
She was wearing an extreme ponytail tonight. She looked like Genie from that old black and white t.v. Show my mother had watched on some channel years ago. The black cocktail dress she wore left little to the imagination. In fact, my imagination was running wild. I leaned against the bar and waited for a bartender to serve me a drink.
Yasmine approached with a tray that she sat on the counter and looked me up and down. My eyes began to survey the club as she moved in slightly closer.
"Wasn't expecting you tonight, Boss," the way she could exaggerate the word Boss told me she was happy I'd come.
"My brother dragged me out," I finally turned and smiled in her direction.
Yasmine glanced over her shoulder at the VIP. Gabriel was there surrounded by women and some of our guards. He was already on a coke bender. The moment he dipped his head down to do a line, I saw.
Shaking my head, my gaze went back to Yasmine. Her breast were practically spilling out of the dress. I gave her a nod that indicated for her to follow me. Moving through the throngs of people in our way, my office came into view.
The moment the door closed to the office, I was hard again. It was as if walking over the threshold and into the cold dark room had done something to me. Simone's soft pink lips floated into my mind as Yasmine's laugh, easy and forgiving, filled my ears. She went to reach for the light but I stopped her.
I didn't want to see her while she was on her knees. It was easier to think of someone else performing the act.
She slid down the length of my body, her fingers finding the belt and my zipper.
My pants fell around my ankles, followed by the silk Parisian boxers. The warmth of Yasmine's mouth as she began to take all of me down her throat made me shudder. Few pleasures in life were better than having a woman's wet and waiting mouth wrapped around your cock.
My hands went to her head after a while and I pounded away, until I finally spilled my seed down her throat. Suddenly, there was a pounding on the door and I could hear Gabriel screaming for me. Yasmine was swallowing all of my load by the time, I flipped the lights on and fixed my pants before opening the door.
"Lucien, you gotta get out here," he said.
"What is it?"
"Cops just showed up," his eyes were looking wild. "They found someone O.D.ed in the women's bathroom."
He was definitely under the influence of cocaine.
Fuck, I thought.
The last thing the Safaryan organization needed was a death in the bathroom. My hands went to the sides of my brother's face and I forced him to focus.
"Gabriel, get a hold of yourself," I told him. "I will speak with the police. Go home. Sober up, I will speak with you in the morning. Everything will be fine."
It seemed to work, even though his pupils were dilated out of this world. We starred at each other a few moments longer until Yasmine reminded us that she was there.
"I'm gonna go, Boss," she said.
"I'll be out there momentarily, assist the police with whatever they may need until I arrive," I told her.
She nodded and slinked past us.
"Brother, go home," I repeated to Gabriel. "Let me handle this."
He nodded and soon disappeared. I closed my office up and headed out to deal with the police. I imagined if I'd been home, I would have been pissed for being called out at a time like this. The golden Rolex that decorated my arm told me it was already a few minutes past midnight. I cracked my neck and approached the uniform officers that were already taking statements. The thump of the music had ceased as and people were leaving.
"Fuck," I muttered under my breath.
Chapter 6- Simone
I heard the jingle of keys and suddenly the door flew open! The only thing I could do was throw my body carefully behind a bar cart in the corner of the room and pray to God that I wasn't discovered. Rug burn etched its way into my skin and I wanted to scream. A few plumes of dust tickled my nose.
Figuring that Lucien was gone for the night, I thought I'd had plenty of time to get through his house, undetected. He had left his desk lamp on and it had illuminated most of the room. I hadn't expected anyone to come into this office at this time of night. Shadows crawled along the wall and footsteps padded around the room. Just when I thought things would be going my way and I'd be undetected...
"AAAACHOOO!"
A sneeze escaped from my nostrils.
Afterwards, you could have heard a pin drop in China. Biting my lip, I stayed where I was until I was jerked up from my spot and came face to face with Lucien himself.
"What in the fuck are you doing in here?" he demanded with such authority that I almost broke down and told him.
Instead, I stood my ground and glared back just as hard as he was. The grip he had on my arm intensified and until I winced. He realized what he was doing and pushed me away.
"I asked you a question, Little Angel," he stepped back but his eyes never left my own.
"I was looking for my cell phone," I shrugged, finally giving an answer.
His face tightened. "How did you get in here?"
"So you know everything about me...know the fact that I like Key Lime Cheesecake...but you didn't know that I was once a thief." I frowned.
"Oversight," he stated.
"Indeed," I muttered.
"Don't worry," he said. "I won't underestimate you again."
"That's always the problem with men...underestimating women."
He watched me for a long moment and it made me become aware that I wasn't wearing a bra and I only had on an oversized t-shirt I'd found and a pair of the silk underwear that had been bought for me. He'd provided silk nightgowns, but they weren't my vibe. I was a men's boxers and t-shirt kind of girl concerning sleepwear.
I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms over my chest. My nipples had become firm in the air under his gaze. The last thing I wanted this maniac to think was that I was enjoying him looking.
"Stop," he said.
"Stop what?"
"Uncross your arms," he said. "I want to see you."
I rolled my eyes again. "Can I get my phone back? Miguel is probably worrying...he knows how much my shop means to me. What it really means..."
Lucien closed in on me. With every step that he took, it forced me to inch backwards until I couldn't go any further. I was against one of the windows that was long and tall. Cold stung and bit into my back as I pressed up against it. Lucien stopped, his eyes had grown black as he braced his hands above my head.
"I said I wanted to see you," he stated.
Without warning his hands were pulling at the shirt. The sound of fabric ripping filled my ears and my eyes went wide. The white t-shirt was pulled apart until a jagged line appeared all the way to the band at the bottom of it.
My pert breasts were being kissed by the cold. All I could do was stare up into his eyes.
"I told you, Little Angel. I take what I want..."
"You can't have me," the words left my lips before I could cal
l them back.
He leaned down then, his lips hovering above mine. The smell of whiskey was rolling off his body. Without warning he turned me, so that I was facing the window. My bare breasts were pushed into the cold glass. I wanted to struggle but the force of his body kept me in place. His breath tickled the side of my throat as he leaned in and whispered once again. The feel of his dick pressing into my back...he had gotten hard in mere moments.
"But I will have you..."
I could hear the moment he loosened his belt and his pants fell to his ankles. Without warning the silk underwear were ripped from my body and he entered me. It was harsh and rough. My face was smushed against the glass and my breath was fogging up the window as my juices began to coat the insides of my legs.
My hands went up above my head and onto the glass. I knew that whoever cleaned this office would notice my fingerprints. I didn't know how to feel about any of this. Why wasn't I struggling more? Why wasn't I screaming? Lucien had forced me into this position. After years of being celibate, I was being roughly fucked up against a window by a man that had kidnapped me. He hadn't even bothered to use a condom.
Duh, Simone, I thought. You're his prisoner. Condoms are for randoms that get a choice in the matter.
His breath was still tickling along my neck. It was coming out harsh and heavy.
"Do you feel that?" he asked, pushing unforgivingly inside of my body.
Refusing to say anything, I shut my eyes. Squeezing them tight, his grunts filled my ears until the noise ceased. He didn't come inside of me, instead choosing to let his load splash nearby. Drunkenly, he moved away from me, still breathing hard. It was only then against the cold window pane, did it sound as though there was something howling far off in the dark.
I arranged what was left of the shirt around me.
When I finally dared to look up he was over at his wall safe. I hadn't even gotten around to checking for a safe before he came in. I could hear him spinning the dial and the distinctive click that made my blood fire to life. Some days I missed being a thief. There was a rush that came with it. Finding the perfect house, picking the perfect lock...
"Here," he said.
I snapped from my thoughts and I saw that he was giving me my cell phone.
"Aren't you scared I'll call for help?"
"As long as you do what I tell you, your brother lives,” he scowled. "I doubt you'd fuck that up. Now run along, Little Angel. I don't want my men to see what I own. Get to your room."
With my cell phone in one hand and the tattered shirt being held together in my other, I hurried away from the office. There was no use in saying anything. What could I have said? Lucien was every bit the monster that danced on the fringes of people's nightmares. I had danced with the beast and gotten fucked for my troubles.
As soon as I got back to my room, I turned my cellphone on and started running a huge bath. There wasn't much battery but messages from Miguel began to filter through. Scrolling up, I saw that the Vicious Asshole had told him that I was super sick and that my uncle had come into town and was taking care of me. Miguel had replied that things were fine in the shop. There were no messages from my dick head brother either, not that I had expected any.
"God," I whispered, "I have got to get my life back."
The tub filled up soon enough and I slipped in to soak. I was slightly sore between my legs but the water began to soothe me. I began to plot on how I could get away from the man and back to what I called normal. I knew it wouldn't be an easy feat but damn it, I was not going to live like a prisoner.
Chapter 7- Lucien
Often, I didn't feel remorse for any of the actions that I caused throughout my day. For years I'd been a brawler for the Safaryan Brotherhood. Beating men within an inch of their lives because Liam or Valentin had demanded it.
I'd killed for even less.
And women.
I used them as a way to scratch an itch. I didn't form attachments. Having attachments could get you killed in this line of business. Attachments were distractions or they were a way for you enemies to get one over on you. It had surprised me when both Liam and Valentin had found women, fallen in love.
Love was a useless thing to me.
However, I was deeply intrigued by it at the same time.
My father had loved my mother. She had often told me so when I asked about him as a young child. However, it didn't mean that I was cut out for love. I was cruel and unkind. My heart was cold and un-beating.
But if it does flutter, I thought.
That it did, I supposed but I wasn't going to read too much into it.
I could still smell the shampoo that Simone had used in her hair. It had filled my senses when I'd slipped into her body. She hadn't fought, she hadn't cried, only shut her eyes. I had watched her breath hit the window, fogging it up with every hard pump from my body. Of course she deserved more than some forced fuck from behind up against the glass of my office.
She deserved silk bed sheets and petals and candles. Shit that romance was made of. But I wasn't the romantic type, was I?
The wood felt like iron beneath my hand as I knocked. I quite possibly knew that after last night, Simone might never want to speak to me again. I had thought long and hard about what I was about to do and decided to do it anyway.
The door opened and she peered up at me. Her skin seemed to be glowing and she had replaced the torn shirt with another one. Her hair hung curly and blond around her shoulders. My eyes went to her left arm...covered in ink. I willed my dick to stay soft.
"Here to torture me some more?" She glared.
"No," I hovered over the door, "get dressed. I'm taking you to work. I think you've been absent long enough."
Disbelief covered her face and she went to speak.
"I will allow you to work at your shop," he stated. "But I fully expect you to return here after work. Every day."
"No!"
"You will, Simone. I demand it. Albert's life hangs in the balance," I again reminded her.
The look on her face told me everything she was thinking. Poor stupid Albert had used up every favor he'd ever have with his sister. Perfect, I thought. This was like watching a disaster cooking show where everything was catching fire.
"Fine," she said after a few moments. "But I'm getting my car after work. I'm not going to just stay here cooped up."
"That's not the deal..."
It was my turn to be shocked but a mask, in the form of a scowl, slipped into place. It seemed to fit my natural face much better than smiling anyway. Simone seemed to walk on her tip toes as she began walking towards the bathroom. She stopped and looked over her shoulder at me.
"I'm changing the deal..."
She gave a shrug of her shoulders and left me speechless. I leaned against the doorway, the scowl still in place but I couldn't stop watching her. I could imagine how her skin would feel under my fingertips and I knew I needed to stop myself. This was dangerous. This was absurd...especially considering the twisted family history between us that no one was aware of.
She brushed her teeth, and fixed her hair in the mirror. Then she came out and tugged on a pair of jeans and the jacket she'd worn. She buttoned it all the way up and then stuffed her feet into the snow boots that she owned.
"We haven't had breakfast yet," I finally murmured.
"I'm not hungry," she shrugged.
"Get hungry," I replied and turned, leaving her to follow.
I heard a sigh escape her lips but she didn't say anything. We were in the foyer about to go into the dinning room when she stopped me. I looked at her hand touching my shoulder and then to her face.
"Last night...when we...I thought I heard a wolf howling?"
"You did," I replied and then went into the dinning room where Mrs. Porter had placed the eggs and bacon for us to eat on.
I sat down and immediately began to eat while Simone stood and nibbled nearby.
"Sit," I said a bit forcefully.
"I'm just
in a hurry to get back to some sort of normalcy."
She gave a shrug and I watched her pick up a buttery croissant and bit into it. The pretty little mouth of hers was going to get her into deep trouble. I knew it was a dangerous game that I was playing at, but I didn't care.
I cleaned my plate and continued to let her day dream. Smacking a few crumbs out of my lap, I stood and pulled her outside. Ignoring her pleas, and the frightened look on her face, I didn't stop until we were in the back garden. It was dead here, but a few red roses were blooming.
"Are you going to kill me now?" she yanked her arm away.
There was a gun at the base of my back. Had she seen it? Ignoring her I put my fingers to my lips and the shrill sound of my whistle cut through the quiet. Simone immediately tensed and began to look around. Within moments, the sounds of crackling sticks filled our ears.
He appeared out of nowhere, a majestic creature the seemed to blend into the newly fallen snow. His breaths came out in slow puffs and Simone went to grab my arm.
"Don't move," I told her.
"What...you have a fucking wolf?" she said.
"Yes..."
"Is he going to attack me?"
Something odd bubbled up inside of me and I laughed. Getting down on one knee, I called to him and he bounded over. It almost looked as if he were smiling but I knew Simone was about to pass out.
"Fedor," I smiled and began to rub him behind his ears.
For a few moments he allowed me to rub him but then he noticed Simone. It was almost as if the energy had shifted and we both knew it. His golden eyes seemed to track her every breath.
"Why is he looking at me like you haven't fed him in months?" she asked standing extremely still.
"Fedor is harmless to those he likes."
I stood and Fedor began to sniff. He started with her legs, winding around her and then he sat down at her feet and continued to peer at her. I didn't bother to tell her that every single one of my men were terrified of him.
"What should I do?" she asked.
I chuckled and came over. "Very slowly, reach down and pet him. He's extremely loyal and will follow your lead...he would protect you once you accept him and give affection."