Chapter 6

Easton

Mine.

I'd used the possessive term loosely. I had no intention of keeping her other than for a few hours, which is what I'd paid for. In a town where appearances were everything, my entire family's lives dissected like winged insects on a regular basis, I'd chosen to hide behind a veiled curtain of anonymity with every aspect of my life.

Including with what I preferred from a woman.

Total obedience.

Complete surrender.

Although I had to admit I enjoyed the way the little spitfire was acting more than I had any of the women I'd indulged in before. Granted, it had been close to a year since I'd allowed myself to enjoy sins of the flesh.

Still, as she continued to struggle, I was drawn into wanting to lay claim to her, which was ridiculous but was pulling me out of my usual thoughts. Everything about her was flirty, her feigned innocent approach exactly what a bad man like me enjoyed.

While she had the face of an angel, she had the body of a vixen, perfect in every way.

I'd been busy with work, not necessarily as a professor either. I could teach classes in my sleep given the garbage itinerary they'd forced on me. It was definitely time for a little R R.

What I'd become more interested in over the years was the corporate world of the Saint Corporation, much to the surprise of my brothers.

As the luscious girl shuddered beneath me, I realized I'd buried my cock inside her tight little pussy to the hilt. She was moaning and wiggling, even clawing my desk as she'd done before. Her practiced innocence was a lovely bonus to what I was usually provided. The secretive and very expensive company I'd used for years had obviously kicked up their services a notch or more.

"Tight," I muttered and pulled out, driving into her again. While she wasn't a virgin, her channel was as tight as I'd felt in a long time.

Maybe ever.

When she bucked hard, it only drove my shaft deeper inside. I cracked my hand against her already reddened bottom, rewarded with a sharp yelp.

"You beast."

Beast. A smile crossed my face, even if her inability to follow my command should be getting on my nerves. She really was a delight. As I slammed into her again, her movement and moans increased. Her sinful actions prompted me to fist her hair at the scalp with one hand, using the other to dig my fingers into the soft flesh of her hip. She wasn't the stick figure I was used to being sent either. She was voluptuous, her hourglass figure perfect for her youthful complexion. Even her tendrils of wet hair had aroused me from the moment I'd opened the door.

I was becoming nothing more than some primal animal, fucking her as if I'd caught her in one of the family's dangerous hunts. For a few seconds as I slid in and out of her wet heat, I allowed myself to envision the beautiful fawn running through the woods entirely naked, squealing as she did what she could to get out of my grasp.

Only she'd soon learn that there was no escaping a monster like me. There was something so fresh and innocent about her. Perhaps I should have done the decent thing and warned her she'd just entered the lair of a predator.

Too late now.

Besides, there wasn't a single thing in my body or soul that was decent. Not one bone. Certainly not a single thought. I lived and breathed for my desires alone. While there was something entirely too familiar about her, I was lost in the sweet release of paradise, the sound of me fucking her meshing with the demonic concerto coming from the stereo speakers.

I could do this all day and all night long, taking exactly what I wanted until I finally grasped the brass ring of satisfaction.

Sadly, it had been forever since I'd experienced that, long enough I wasn't certain I could remember. Maybe that's why I'd stopped paying the exorbitant prices the service was charging. At least she was no longer struggling with me, enjoying the brutal fucking enough her moans were breathless.

I took a deep breath, gathering the scent of her intoxicating fragrance in my lungs. The distinct hint of vanilla and jasmine was the perfect fragrance for a woman attempting to prove herself sweet and innocent. Using my knee, I pushed her legs open even wider, enjoying every aspect of taking full control.

The sweet girl was like putty in my hands, pushing me to the point I could lose all restraint around her. What a pleasant surprise on an otherwise shitty day. Some might say I was doing this wrong, treating her like a whore instead of a desirable creature, but I appreciated the act of sin inside my office.

Besides, my bedroom was off limits to any woman. The room was my private sanctuary, a location where the beast could come out to rest and play. Yes, I could spend hours breaking her although that wasn't a choice for tonight. But I'd request her again.

After I discovered her ‘stage' name.

"Please. Please," she cried pitifully, which did nothing more than flash a smile on my face. "You're so rough. I can't stand it."

"Such a pretty little liar you are. You're soaking wet." I lifted her head by her hair as I leaned over, noticing her eyes were already glassy. "Admit you want me."

"Never."

I cracked my hand down on her bottom three times in rapid succession until she yelped. "Never lie to me, my good girl. Let's try that again." I slowed my actions, now rocking into her as she moaned several times. "Tell me you want me and I'll provide you with the kind of pleasure only erotic dreams are made of."

"Bastard."

The girl made me laugh, which was also very rare. "Very true. Answer the question."

"Fine. Yes. Yes. Is that what you want to hear?"

"Very good."

No one had ever accused me of being gentle in my life. I'd taken what I wanted when it was made available. It was as simple as that. She obviously had no idea who I was or how powerful my family was, or she would either try harder or simply give in.

A strange and very powerful primal surge tore through me, more so than I could remember experiencing. Seconds later, I was fucking her as if I was truly a wild animal, the actions jarring even to a man like me. I'd shared a connection with a woman before, but not recently and not so electrified.

It was as if she'd been created for me and me alone.

Maybe she had been, new to the system.

I adored working with the organization, their regular medical tests precluding my need to wear protective rubber. I needed the raw feeling of the woman's pussy muscles clenching and releasing, just like hers was doing right now.

This girl was a sweet treasure, allowing me to feel something for the first time in as long as I could remember. I would certainly make use of her delicious body again.

And again.

She would soon learn to surrender in ways she never believed possible.

I pulled her off the edge of desk another few inches, allowing her to jerk up from the surface, the long line of her back now arched. As I pressed the full weight of my body against hers, effectively trapping her in position, I leaned over until I could see the shimmer of light perspiration covering her flushed cheeks.

Goddamn, everything about her was perfect.

While her body remained tense, I sensed her succumbing to her own wicked desires. Her moans were more strangled, her eyes already starting to roll into the back of her head. When I cracked my palm on her heated bottom once again, she was shoved into the blissful moment of rapture.

"Oh. Oh… Yes. Yes." Her body bucked involuntarily this time, her soft mewing sounds fueling my needs. I pounded into her savagely, her tight pussy fighting the invasion as if she had any choice in the matter.

As her orgasm continued, she finally relinquished to me body and soul, her moans louder than all the growls and guttural sounds I'd made. I was pushed to my very edge, uncertain how long I could hold back. When I lifted her off the desk, wrapping one hand around her soft thigh, she lolled her head. Every moan she made was sweeter than the one before.

I couldn't resist swirling my finger around her tiny nub while I rocked onto the balls of my feet, even bending my knees so the angle was entirely different. I was surprised when she grasped my hand with hers, as if trying to guide me into providing what she needed.

Grinning, I pressed my face against the side of her neck, savoring her tiny mews and the way her body reacted. She wasn't faking her reaction, something else I adored about her. She might be a true professional, but she allowed me to feel as if I'd captured my forever prey.

After getting blood on my hands for the first time in months, I needed an entirely different release.

"So tight. So perfect."

"Oh. You're so… big." She laughed nervously, issuing a ragged yelp when I pinched her clit between my fingers.

I continued teasing her as I fucked her brutally, her body likely to be bruised tomorrow from my savagery. But what good was taking what I wanted without leaving something in return?

She was taking every savage thrust, now pushing her hands on the desk to keep the friction high as she moaned her sentiment of pleasure. But it was the moment she issued a scream as she was driven into another foray of ecstasy that finally allowed me to release.

My balls were so tight, my heart skipping beats and as I thrust even harder, I sensed more than just a slight hint of satisfaction.

I erupted deep inside, covering her tight walls with my seed, feeling more alive than I had in years.

And all I could think about was that she belonged to me.

I was forced to remind myself she was merely a high price escort and nothing else, which was already an irritant. She wasn't mine and mine alone. I pulled out, immediately raking my hands through my hair before jerking my jeans back into position.

Backing away, I noticed her body was still shaking. I spun her around, longing to taste her sweet lips one last time, surprised at myself for initiating the action in the first place.

Romance was highly overrated, the primal act of sexual bonding the only thing two consenting adults needed to fulfill their every fantasy. Yet I found myself crushing my mouth over hers, immediately shoving my tongue between her pursed lips.

She was back to fighting me, shoving her palms against my chest, whimpering into the kiss entirely different than before. I was drawn to the taste of her, the way she struggled to keep me from dominating every inch of her.

When I backed away, she hissed and acted like she was going to slap me. I caught her hand in mid-action, lifting my eyebrows. "I would caution you to remember who I am and what I'm capable of, my good girl. I might have enjoyed playing the game you started, and I am very much pleased with your playful innocence, but when I'm finished, the game is over. Do I make myself clear?"

She said nothing, glaring at me as if hatred was building. I was somewhat surprised she was carrying the ruse so far, but given she was new to the organization, I'd allow her a break.

Right now, I needed a stiff drink to combat the oddity of my desires, padding to the bar to fix a gin and tonic. I was still able to gather the strong scent of her raging desire, which was almost as strong as mine.

As I poured, I noticed she was cursing under her breath, her entire face pinched as she jerked her clothes from the floor. A part of me wanted to scold her for daring to act out on her own, but the arduous week had taken a toll on me.

I had papers to grade, a quarterly corporate meeting with my brothers at the main offices, and an intern to hire all in the next few days.

However, while I would never be called a good guy, I wasn't going to allow her to walk out without at least offering her a drink.

I did have some decency left inside of me.

She didn't bother looking me in the eyes as I stood in front of her once again, holding out the drink I'd prepared. She continued her act, her cheeks redder than they'd been before.

"Drink this," I told her.

"I don't want anything but to get the hell out of here. I was so wrong about you."

Wrong? What did she believe she was so wrong about? I remained amused. "You're very good at playing the game. I'll let your madame know I was very pleased."

My good girl snapped her head in my direction. "I have no idea what you're talking about. You're coming off like some crazed ax murderer though."

Chuckling, I scrunched my eyebrows together. "I assure you that no one is dying here today. Maybe later."

"So reassuring," she taunted. "Look, I came here for an interview. Yes, I was late and I tried to apologize for that. I never expected to… To…" She jerked the glass out of my hand, tossing back the entire contents.

Interview.

My open assistant position.

Fuck me. There was no way. None.

Only then did another hint of recognition rush into my mind's eye. Holy shit. She was in my class. She tried to walk away from me, but I grabbed her arm, jerking her close to me once again. "What's your name?"

She acted as if she wasn't going to give it to me, the fire in her huge doe eyes able to light up half of Chicago.

"Tell me now."

"My name is Sara Adams. I'm one of your straight-A students and the girl interviewing for a position as your assistant, Professor Saint. No matter what you think, I'm not a call girl."

Her admittance rang in my ears to the point I was dumbfounded. Her rebellious nature was also not what I'd expected.

However, I'd just crossed a line I'd promised myself years before than I would never allow. I could tell she was waiting for me to say something, anything like I was sorry I'd confused her with someone else, but it wasn't the kind of man I was or ever would be.

In fact, as I studied her now, coming to grips with the change in the scenario, I realized that I wanted her more now than I had before.

I'd noticed her in class, although she appeared entirely different inside the lecture hall, even more innocent than the girl standing in front of me. I was riding a fine line with the rules imposed on every professor, but with graduation days away, perhaps I could keep my job.

Not that I really gave a shit at this point.

Yes, no wonder Marcus and I were buddies.

I'd used the job as an excuse to get the fuck away from my family's dark legacy, only to be lured back time and time again. The ugly truth that I couldn't deny any longer was that I craved the violence, the bloodshed, and the power that came with being a member of the dangerous mafia empire.

And if the girl had listened to any of the rumors floating around about me, she'd know her desire to work with me was extremely risky.

However, I had to give her props. She was defiant, refusing to back down, acting as if I owed her something.

Perhaps I did, but not anything like what she was thinking.

I wanted to own her. Every. Single. Inch. I wanted her to surrender to my darkest needs, becoming the perfect woman like I'd always dreamed of but had never found.

Yes, perhaps she was the perfect subject.

Now, what the hell was I going to do about it?