Chapter 16

Styx

I found it interesting that I'd been taught to curtail my rage, using the pent-up emotions in more cunning manners. That was one aspect of how my father ran his business that he was good at, which had made him a formidable enemy.

But over the last few years, bits and pieces of the bottled-up anger I'd contained had leaked, which had led to more bloody assassinations that I'd originally preferred. Yes, I had a damn good cleanup crew, men trained to remove every scrap of evidence and blood that could possibly lead to my identification, but that didn't negate the fact my fury was starting to get out of hand.

That didn't bode well for anyone, including myself.

Given I'd taken the brunt of my father's personal sadistic tendencies, my brothers couldn't understand my difficulties in controlling the ugly beast dwelling inside.

Granted, we all had a penchant for violence. Even if Easton had also attempted to remove himself from the family business years before, becoming a brilliant financial advisor and professional at a local community college, he was often lured into the dark world of mafia organizations.

Creed was somewhat of a wild card. While I hated giving him kudos, he'd managed to increase both profits and margins with our weapons' corporation. Some were legal, including selling to the military. Some were not, our involvement with arming third world countries putting targets on our banks over the years.

The one thing I'd learned almost too late in life was balance in all things. Not that I was good at it of course, preferring to work myself to the bone, but I had found ways of tempering my anger.

Unfortunately, as with my enjoyment of the work I'd done for several years, the former methods had stopped working months before. Drinking. Cigars. Music. Good food. Even allowing my sadistic desires to be stroked through going to BDSM clubs had stopped working.

Maybe that's why Emily had become so important, vital to both my mind and my processes. What was the saying? She could soothe the savage beast?

She'd done so the night before. However, I needed more than simply brushing my fingers down her arm.

I needed to fuck her.

Hard.

I moved to her room, unlocking the door. I'd removed the shackle sometime pre-dawn, but that didn't mean I wanted her freely roaming the house or grounds until there was a clear understanding in place. Including the consequences should she attempt to flee the island. Of course, that was impossible, but given her level of resourcefulness, my lovely caged sparrow could certainly make it difficult for me and my staff.

Plus, with me heading out of town by the morning, her mind would churn in an attempt to hide a weapon and gain access to my sophisticated communication systems. That couldn't happen.

She wasn't in the room, the robe I'd left for her gone. I noticed she'd had coffee and some of the fruit. At least her stubbornness didn't mean she would continue behaving like a child.

Or so I hoped.

The bathroom door wasn't closed all the way, the sound of water running pulling a smile. I wasn't certain why. I'd never been the kind of man who believed passion was better under a steamy waterfall, but it seemed when I was near Emily, everything seemed exciting.

Wine tasted better.

Food was more succulent.

I'd yet to try a cigar, one of my favorite weaknesses, but I had a feeling even the smoke would be sweeter.

But sex…

The passion we shared was on an entirely different plateau.

I quietly stripped off my clothes, needing cleansing anyway, tossing the unwanted items away from the large enclosure.

The moment I opened the frosted shower door, Emily gasped, immediately backing away. Her lower lip was trembling, the sweetness of her surprise and vulnerability delicious. While there was instant fear in her eyes, I also couldn't help but notice her look of lust as she dared to dart her eyes all the way to the shower floor.

When she looked away as if caught in an embarrassing moment, I was even more aroused than I'd been before. Especially given the blush crossing from one side of her jaw to the other.

"What are you doing in here?" she asked, the hint of defiance keeping the wry smile on my face.

"Joining my little sparrow in a shower. I think we should do this every day."

She crossed her arms over her breasts, as if that would really keep me from touching her. While she backed herself all the way into a corner, which was only a few feet away, I took my time inching closer. I wanted her to feel the anticipation of my touch, to embrace the desire that had created such an explosion of electricity between us.

When I finally closed the distance, I slowly placed one palm on the shower wall then the other, cocking my head as I drank in her sweet essence. With her hair completely wet, hanging low over her shoulders and beads of water dripping from her face, I couldn't help but think she was the most beautiful woman in the world.

And all mine.

No matter the outcome with her father or my brothers, the choice to capture and keep her was one of the best decisions I'd made in recent years.

Even if she'd yet to see it. She would soon enough once she learned her father had likely entered into a contract with some Arabian prince to take her as one of his many concubines. However, I wasn't in the mood nor did I have the time to burst her bubble just yet. There were far more enjoyable things I wanted to show her.

"I don't want you here," she whispered, but did the unthinkable by dragging the tip of her tongue across her bottom lip.

"You don't have a say in the matter, my sweet. But I can tell you're lying."

"I never lie." She shored her shoulders, nibbling on her inner cheek.

I lowered my head, the water now splashing over both of us. "You will never lie to me, Emily. Whether or not you've done so in the past is none of my concern. We are the future. Your future."

She tried to turn her head away, but I gripped her jaw with my thumb and index finger, pinching her chin and keeping her eyes locked on mine. "What do you want from me?" she had the nerve to ask.

"That's easy, my little sparrow. Everything." I crushed my mouth over hers, enjoying the way she pressed both hands against my chest, acting as if she was going to do anything in her power to wiggle away from me. But it wasn't long until she moaned into the kiss, which I captured as I'd already done to her luscious body.

My sweet angel still undulated beneath me, but it was easy to tell her excitement and arousal was building by the wafting scent of her sweet pussy. I pushed the full weight of my body against her, shifting my hand to the back of her neck. As I squeezed, she shivered in my hold, brushing the tips of her long fingers down my chest.

I was on fire, the steam building in the oversized bathroom only adding to the joy of being under the cascading water. I was shocked I hadn't done this before, the streams pulsing against both our bodies sensual.

The moment of intimacy was raw and powerful yet also gentler than I was used to providing. The joy of sweeping my tongue from one side of her mouth to the other was one of the most pleasurable things I'd been through in a long time. I could do this for hours, doing what I could to quench my thirst.

As her tongue darted out tentatively, I rubbed my hips back and forth, allowing her to know how aroused she made me. And perhaps I was giving her affirmation that she was allowed to explore. Her hesitation was adorable, but she finally seemed to relax, the tension in her muscles leaving. The way she twisted her hand back and forth on my abdomen was sweet, even touching. I doubted she'd ever had a real man given her age.

I hadn't thought about the age gap between us. Something like that had never fazed me before. I'd had selected arm candy based on the time, event and aspects of my needs. Every woman, younger or older had been someone who could handle my dark proclivities.

With Emily, I wanted to teach her how to please me, allowing her to discover the joys that pain mixed with pleasure could bring.

As long as she continued obeying me.

Every sound I made was guttural, confirming her beliefs about me, but I couldn't seem to control my needs around her. She was far too tempting. I fisted her hair at the scalp, pulling her even closer.

Her moans continued even as I broke the kiss. I bit down on my lower lip, growling as I did. Why not add to the myth that I was nothing but a monster? She raked her nails down my chest before doing her best to straighten her arms.

I allowed my heated gaze to fall to her toes all over again, my chest puffing up from how labored my breathing had become. When she wrapped her hand around the base of my cock, she locked eyes with mine, darting them back and forth. How sweet. She was looking for another moment of affirmation from me.

Smiling, I had no issue giving that to her, even allowing her a few minutes to twist her hand as she stroked, creating the kind of friction most men would say was painful. Not this man. She had no idea how much anguish affected me, pushing me into pure ecstasy.

Whether or not she realized didn't matter. With her other hand, she traced my bellybutton with a single finger, constantly darting her eyes from what she was doing to my eyes. When she finally slipped her hand between my legs, cupping and squeezing my balls, I planted my palms on the shower wall once again, throwing back my head.

The rush of adrenaline tearing through me was powerful, as if I'd been locked in an electric chair. Even the beads of sweat trickling down both sides of my face were fantastic, making me feel more alive than I had in years. It was fascinating how over-sensitized I'd become, every muscle tense and every joint aching.

I was panting like some freaking dog, the bead of pre-cum slipping past my sensitive slit just the start of the volcano effect. As I slowly lowered my head, I curled my upper lip. "One. Bad. Girl."

"Yes, I am. That's something you should never forget."

Goddamn it. She was even cooing. My heart was suddenly thudding, the need for her increasing. After another full minute of playing while I stared at her lush mouth, I couldn't take it any longer, pushing her down to her knees. In another surprise, she didn't fight me. She had no idea how much she was pleasing me today.

I didn't need to instruct her on what to do. As she'd been doing before, she held and lifted my shaft with one hand, rolling my testicles between the fingers of her other.

"Yes, such a bad girl." Now my whisper was harsh, exasperated.

Giggling, Emily blew across my cockhead, darting her tongue out to collect the beads of pre-cum before the shower drained them away. "Yummy."

"Oh, yeah?" I asked.

"Yes. You taste divine."

All I could do was chuckle. "That is a new one, my little sparrow."

"Do you call me your little sparrow because you've locked me in a gilded cage?"

Her question seemed rhetorical but somehow, I knew it wasn't. Perhaps she was proving a point of some kind, if only to herself. "Yes. Very good, my sweet girl."

She rolled her tongue around my cockhead in a slow and easy motion, keeping her eyes on my face as she did so. Even the roughness of her tongue was exciting as fuck. She had a look of innocence about her but I sensed once the woman was freed from the dark prison inside her, the erotic things my little vixen would engage in could be considered illegal.

"You do know what they say about having a sparrow in a cage. Don't you?"

"No, tell me."

She took a few seconds to lift my cock, dragging her tongue down, zigzagging it as she did, blowing a swath of hot air across my balls before answering. "That no matter how long you keep a bird in a cage, the creature will always want to escape."

It certainly wasn't the saying I thought she would use. Her choice of words was simply putting me on notice that I would never break her spirit. I did so love that about my perfect virtuoso.

"I'll keep that in mind, my beautiful girl. Now, suck me. Don't tease me." I fisted her hair, gently holding her head in place.

She purred, her soft breath skipping down the length of my shaft. When she took one ball into her mouth, everything in my body began to shake. Goddamn, the woman's mouth was fiery hot, so much so I was certain I'd be scalded.

Now I was the one panting as she sucked, her strong jaw muscles nothing like I would have expected. She definitely knew what she was doing. I slapped one hand against the shower wall before hearing a slight popping noise as she removed one testicle, replacing it with the other.

"So fucking wet and hot," I mused, uncertain I'd spoken.

She giggled in reply before issuing what sounded like a moan. I was thrown by how much I was enjoying this. Fellatio had never been something I used to dominate a woman, preferring to mark their lovely bodies with one of my leather straps. But this was pure enjoyment.

As Emily pumped my cock at the same time, I rolled onto the balls of my feet. After what seemed like hours, which was ridiculous, I yanked her head, lifting it by several inches. I found it difficult to speak given how breathless I was. "Suck. Me. Now. Open that hot mouth of yours wide or I'll do it for you." She acted as if she was going to be her usual disobedient self. I wagged a finger at her, laughing softly.

Winking, the woman opened her mouth and I wasted no time jamming my cock inside until the tip hit the back of her throat. She took her sweet time to clamp her lips around the thick invasion, immediately swirling her tongue back and forth.

I was lost in the moment, salivating over what I wanted to do to her, lightheaded, which also wasn't like me. And the sweat continued to roll down my face and arms, my back and even my legs. The steam had become oppressive, but I wouldn't change a thing. This was as close to being the perfect round of fucking as there could be.

Being forceful was in my nature and I couldn't help myself, driving my cock as deeply inside as possible, the force enough I would have knocked her over had I not had a firm hold on her hair. I jutted my hips forward, staring down at her as my chest heaved.

All the while, she refused to take her eyes off me. I had the same feeling as before. She was searching for something. Humanity? A laugh. Goodness? Gone almost as soon as I'd been born.

Whatever it was, the twinkling in her irises drew me in, holding me in a moment of awe. That had also never happened before. Women usually didn't enthrall or entertain me that much.

I continued pumping, pushing every button as my balls swelled. I could easily spew my load inside her mouth, but I couldn't ignore how damn good it felt to be buried inside her pussy. And on this beautiful sunny morning, I wanted to fill her with my seed.

Maybe it was time to settle down after all. If I shoved my brother back into the position of Underboss, then my life would certainly be less hectic. That would allow for more time with my growing family.

My body was shaking even more as the electricity tore through it. I was going to lose control if I wasn't careful. After pushing myself to that very edge, I backed off, groaning as I pulled my cock free from her heated mouth.

Sweet Emily remained where she was, swaying her hips back and forth as she brushed her hands through her long strands. The water continued to cascade down her face and body and as she tipped her head, opening her mouth to accept a stream of water, I found myself mesmerized by every subtle yet powerful action.

I easily considered my little sparrow a true vixen. I would need to be careful around her. More so than I originally had believed.

Now I was finished with being patient. My hunger was too significant. I slipped my arms under hers, lifting her completely off the shower floor. As I shoved her against the wall, she gasped, clawing at my shoulders.

"So mean," she whispered, her voice dripping with lust and need.

"You have no idea." I yanked one of her legs around my hips then the other, marveling at the way she pressed her knees into me while arching her back. One day I would take all the time in the world to lick and bite every inch of her.

But not today.

I had other things in mind.

As I drove the entire length of my shaft into her tight little pussy, she threw out a ragged scream and slapped her feet against the shower door. Did she really believe I was going to drop her or was she merely being dramatic? Either way, I loved it, the pulsing feel of her pussy as it clenched and released fantastic. I pulled almost all the way out, driving into her again.

And again.

She clung to me, digging her nails into my skin, still stomping her feet against the glass. I laughed softly from the wild look in her eyes, but it likely matched my own. I'd never felt so free, so fucking alive. It was only due partially to the caustic electricity shooting between us and the way my heart was beating so rapidly.

The other reason was her smile was freeing. Her laugh was rehabilitating. And just being with her was brought the possibility of salvation.

Yet the bad man inside of me wanted to consume every inch of her.

Making the kiss painful and bloody.

Fucking her until she screamed like a wild animal.

Tasting her sweet pussy, driving her wild from the use of a thick dildo.

And spanking her bottom until it was red and hot, keeping it that way for days at a time.

The thoughts were filthy and wonderful, fueling the fire even more. I was brutal in my actions, unforgivingly driving her close to the edge of sweet nirvana then backing off.

She tossed her head back and forth, moaning as her eyes rolled into the back of her head. Only moments later, her body started to convulse, her mouth twisting when I finally allowed her to rush toward ecstasy.

"Come for me, sweet angel."

"It's too much," she murmured.

"Do it. Now!"

I wasn't certain if she was playing, teasing me by following my command without hesitation, but as she erupted, the clench and release of her muscles pulling my cock even deeper inside, I knew I wasn't going to be able to last but for so long.

Yet I couldn't seem to stop driving her against the wall as she moaned and writhed in my hold. Her eyes were dilated, her whimpers driving me crazy. I couldn't seem to help myself, wrapping one hand around her throat, pressing my thumb under her jaw and lifting.

This time, there was no terror in her eyes or on her face, just a knowing look as if she was the one getting the better of me. Her pants became exasperated, her pert pink tongue swiping her bottom lip more than once. The sexy gesture finally had me drop my head, taking her tongue into my mouth and sucking.

Now she squealed in my tight hold, balling her fists and smashing them against my chest. She was so tiny in comparison to my six-foot five-inch frame, but her strikes were surprisingly strong. Even though I held her life in my hand, easily able to snap her neck if I should so desire, she was determined not to allow me but so much control.

I respected and hungered for her even more.

The brutal plunging continued until the heat of the moment as well as the steam now filling the bathroom finally got to me. I was dripping from sweat, my entire body pushed to the point of needing a cold shower.

I dug my fingers into her long throat, lowering my head until I was able to whisper in her ear. "You are perfect in every way but never fake being asleep again. Never."

Her body tensed more than it had been before, her breath skipping but the moment she added pressure to her pussy muscles, clamping down like a tight vise, I forgot all thoughts of chastisement, the pleasure that intense.

In the next few seconds, I finally allowed myself to erupt deep inside.

It hadn't taken using my whip, marking her body with welts. It hadn't taken chaining her to a wall or to my bed to be able to find satisfaction.

It had simply been because of her touch.

My feisty little sparrow had more power than she realized.

Shame on me.