Chapter 4

4

Jack

Iwasn’t exaggerating when I told Maisy that I’m a pure asshole.

This room, this world, is where men like me belong. Where we end up after we’ve squeezed blood from our enemies and padded our bank accounts using ruthless practices. This is where finance gods come for thrills. There is even part of me that wants to belong here, because it validates my belief that I’m irredeemable. Not worth loving or sticking around for.

But I look at her…

I study her perfection and I ache like hell to be better.

A good man. A moral one.

These are the urges I’ve been wrestling with for six months. Her innate goodness makes me hope for things I know are fucking useless. That she could love me? There is a better chance of balloons and ticker tape raining down from the ceiling.

How am I so sure?

My past, yes. Of course there is that. But there’s more.

As much as I hate Maisy losing her virginity in front of these men…there is a twisted part of me I can’t totally subdue. A part that is beginning to relish having witnesses when I claim her. I’m going to do it better and longer and with more skill than anyone else can. They’re all about to know it. About to hate me for it. And when it’s over, there will be no doubt that she’s mine.

It’s animal instinct I was unaware I possessed until this second, when the vultures are circling the bed and ogling what’s mine. Lusting for her. Their coveting of Maisy has tickled my need for domination. To leave no doubt who wears the crown.

If I could reach inside my chest and rip out this sick itch, I would do it in a heartbeat. She deserves better and I hate myself for the excited throb in my gut.

It clashes with my outrage. I’m one man with two halves.

One sick. One decent.

Which side is going to win?

The music is definitely calling to the corrupt side of me, with all its heavy, rounded bass notes and lightly tapped cymbals. Maisy still sits on the side of the bed in front of me. I’m doing my best to block her view of the men entering the room for this wicked ritual, but the pulse at the base of her neck is fluttering like crazy. From our kiss?

Again, hope is dangerous when it comes to anything good. Like her. But I allow myself to wonder if she’s as affected as me. If that kiss blanked her mind and backhanded her senses, the way it did for me. Her mouth. Her tongue. The way breath saws in and out of her throat when I change angles. It’s a decadent trifecta that I need more of immediately. Her little nipples are still hard against the silk of her dress, her lips swollen. If she’s this responsive when I fuck her, these men are going to be driven into a frenzy.

Don’t let that excite you.

Don’t you dare feel pride over her dazed expression.

Be better for her.

I cradle the back of her head in my right hand, pressing her forehead to mine. Syncing our breaths until I’m back with Maisy. Until it’s just her and me. “Scoot back into the center of the bed, angel. Okay? I’m coming with you.” She starts to inch backward and I follow, prowling over her, never breaking eye contact. “Stay with me.” I nip at her lips, requesting without words they open for me. They do and I suction our mouths together. Watch her lids flutter at the wet contact. In my mind’s eye, I know what the men around us are seeing. A devil dragging a sacrifice to the center of the altar. That’s how it feels, so why is my cock so hard?

Goddamn you, Jack.

We reach the middle of the bed and I turn her with a sweep of my forearm, angling her toward the headboard, and our kiss continues. It keeps going, because I can’t stop. We’re essentially making out, me and this innocent angel, my hard body wedged between her pale, lithe thighs, her fingers exploring in my hair. So sweet. So perfect. So unlike me.

That thought propels my hips forward and she gasps, her knees jerking around me.

“Don’t be scared,” I say thickly, capturing her knee in my hand, trailing my palm slowly, all the way up to her hip. Then around to her ass, cupping her right cheek in my hand and fondling it with ownership. “I’m going to make sure you’re ready to take it.”

Her sides heave, but she seems to like how I’m touching her, those white teeth sinking into her full bottom lip, a mewling sound escaping her throat. “H-how?”

I drag the ridge of my erection side to side against her panties. “With my tongue, angel.” I demonstrate by twining our tongues together, going deep, deep inside her mouth until she moans, shifting beneath me on the bed. “Just like that, but I’ll be kissing your sexy pussy. Does that sound nice?” I nod on her behalf. “You’re going to like my tongue between your thighs, but you have to keep your eyes closed, Maisy. The whole time, understand? So you only focus on me, only think about me and feel what I’m doing.”

She draws in a shaky breath. “Okay, Jack.”

Maisy saying my name with such trust causes a twist in my chest.

Don’t let her down.

“Close them now. Hands over your ears, too.”

She does what she’s told and I kiss a path down the center of her body. I stop at the fragrant valley between her tits, licking her stiff buds through the silk. Right, left, right again, and all the while I’m gathering the hem of her dress in my hand, pulling it up to her waist and leaving it bunched there. There is a chorus of groans around me when her panties are revealed and it’s easy to see why. They’re soaked to the skin, the cleft of her pussy visible through the drenched cotton. Before I can register my own actions, I press my face up against the soft pillow of her sex and gentle scrape my teeth up the center.

“Jack,” she whimpers, her hips lifting briefly.

Gorgeous baby. All mine.I nuzzle her until those folds part, enough to close my lips around the bud, teasing it with subtle nods of my head, then I pin it with the stiff tip of my tongue, pressing down until she soaks the rest of her panties. And only then do I slide them down her thighs…

They remain dangling in my hand, my body frozen mid-movement.

Her pussy…it just can’t be real.

Chairs scrape forward, men vying to get a better look, groaning at what they see.

“Reopen the bidding,” one of them begs, his voice guttural. “Please.”

“Shut the fuck up,” I growl, grateful Maisy is covering her ears. That, coupled with the bass pulsing out of the speakers, will keep her from hearing their agitated reactions to her supple virgin flesh. Her dripping, hairless little cunt. The word tight might as well be tattooed across the soft contour of it, because that’s what it advertises. It promises male ecstasy, plain and simple. A fantasy come to life. The experience of a lifetime for a man’s cock.

Jesus. Christ.

How the fuck am I going to pull out?

When I drop her panties on the edge of the bed and lean down for my first lick, her sugary taste exploding on my tongue, I realize I was a shortsighted idiot to make that promise. There’s no way. No way I’ll be able to give up even a split second of this creamy flesh around my dick. It’s utter decadence on my tongue. Warm and slippery and soft. The flavor of heaven. Beautiful, forbidden heaven.

I cradle both of her ass cheeks in my palms, squeezing to keep them still, sawing my tongue gently through the split of her sex. My upper lip finds the shape of her clit and rides it, making it swell with quick side to side movements, before I introduce it to a flick of my tongue.

Her body reacts like a cracked whip, her hips rearing up, sobbing.

“Would you look at that?” someone pants in the darkness. “Slut.”

“Horny little bitch,” says another, their hand moving in a blur in my periphery. “Dirty, naughty brat. Begging for it.”

I make note of every voice I hear. I vow to myself to ruin every single one of these men who say foul, untrue things about this angel. My angel. But she can’t hear them. That’s what keeps my tongue moving, keeps me focused on giving her pleasure. Right now, she’s enjoying what I’m doing to her, but if I stop to beat these men senseless, I will shatter the cocoon keeping her safe. So I lose myself in her taste. I place long, drawn-out kisses on top of her clit and make her writhe, make her cry out. I get her right there, right there, on the edge of climax, then I stretch her with two fingers. I pump them in and out of her, watching my thick knuckles battle through her tiny opening, come away dripping. Over and over again, until my balls are so fat with come, I’m seeing double.

My hunger has expanded into something so great, so urgent, I’m barely conscious of sliding my fingers out of Maisy and climbing up her thrashing body, easing her hands away from her ears, kissing each of those blessed palms before letting them go. Sealing my mouth over hers in a voracious kiss while I unzip my pants and let out my swollen cock.

“God. God, you’re incredible,” I rasp, ripping the top of her dress down to her waist, then ramming my hips up between her splayed thighs, groaning over the sight of her virgin tits rebounding, bouncing back into place. “Still just you and me, angel,” I say, my lips traveling over her sweeter, younger ones, swallowing her gasps. “Just you and me. We’re going to fuck now.”

She nods, her eyes unfocused. “I know. I w-want to.”

Lust climbs me like ivy, wrapping around my windpipe. “I noticed.” I grip my cock and rub it in her pussy. “Such a wet girl for me, aren’t you? So hot to have that cherry plucked.”

“Yes,” she breathes.

“Look at me when I’m filling you,” I whisper against her parted, panting lips, planting the throbbing head of my shaft inside and rolling my hips, planting myself deep, deep inside of her. We never break eye contact, even though mine threaten to roll back in my head at the too-tight glove cinching around me. Bracketing and milking me, her body somehow innocent and well trained at the same time. “Oh fuck, angel. Oh fuck. Feels so fucking good.” I kiss her forehead, her cheeks, her mouth. “Are you okay?”

Brow furrowed, she tests me with another constriction of her inner walls, her hips moving subtly beneath mine, her fingers flexing on my shoulders. “Yes,” she murmurs, the insides of her knees riding up my ribcage. “I’m okay, Jack. You feel…you f-feel so good, too.”

A shudder goes through me, my cock stretching, growing inside of her moist channel, instinct screaming at me to thrust. “I’ve waited for this. Jesus, you have no idea…”

Awareness dances into her gaze and I realize what I’ve said. What I’ve revealed.

I open my mouth to explain, though I have no idea how, when the shouting starts.

“Fuck that little brat.”

“Make her scream for us.”

“Take what you paid for.”

The voices are so close, I know they’re standing now. At the edge of the bed looking down, dicks in their hands. Maisy jolts underneath me, the passion beginning to clear from her eyes, but I shake my head and recapture her attention with a hard kiss before she can look right or left. The kiss is meant to soothe, to reassure, but the lust is skyrocketing inside of me. I’m not a good man. I knew it. I’m not good. Because I start to fuck her, rearing back and planting myself inside of her deeply, turned on by her gasp, her widening eyes. By the fact that I’ve made her a woman and I’m the only man in this room who will ever have that honor.

But then…

“Just you and me,” she whispers, her fingertips skating down the side of my face.

And the barbed wire around my heart is clipped.

It falls away, leaving me exposed.

That sick, competitive part of me is subdued by affection, by love for this girl and everything around us vanishes. It’s just me and Maisy, her body accepting every desperate thrust of mine, my hands holding her thighs open wide while I work, work, work hard flesh into soft, my jaw bunched, spine crackling with hunger.

And then she starts to moan.

It’s quiet at first, but as it grows louder, the sound becomes this husky, irresistible siren song that quiets the shouting in the room. It’s the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard, the soundtrack to an innocent girl in heat, and it does the impossible. It makes her even more of a temptation. Even more of a prize.

My body pounds into her harder, as if being compelled, my balls slapping up against her taut backside, then grinding, grinding. Can’t get deep enough. Can’t go fast enough. Christ, she’s so tiny and wet and the harder I fuck her, the louder she moans that addicting sound.

“Stop,” I bark hoarsely into her neck. “They’ll try and drag you away from me. And I’ll have to fucking kill them, won’t I, baby? Because no one touches you but me. Ever.”

“I can’t stop. I can’t,” she chants, her moan turning breathier. “Oh, faster, please!”

With a snarl, I throw myself back into a kneel and haul her up with me. With her butt cheeks clutched in my hands, I fire her up and down my cock, smacking her down roughly when I reach the hilt. “This what you want from Daddy, angel?” I lean back even further and pump up toward the ceiling, bouncing her on my lap like a fucking doll, dress rucked up around her waist, thighs spread like an eager girl. “You want to be a hot little toy?”

Enticement flares in her gorgeous eyes and she nods shyly. Shyly. As if she’s not smacking up and down on my cock, tits quivering with every impact. As if she’s not every man’s jack off fantasy in the flesh with her virgin pink pussy straining to take the rigid inches jutting from my lap. And Jesus, she’s back to moaning again, that perfect, husky, bewildered yet eager to learn moan. Fuck!

And as much as she’s capturing my attention, it’s impossible to ignore the fact that she’s inciting the other men with that sound. Their fingers claw at the fitted sheet, their groans almost loud enough to drown out the music.

“I just want a little touch…”

“Listen to that voice…”

“Goddamn. What a horny girl she is…”

With her left ass cheek squeezed tight in my right hand, I continue to urge her to ride me. With my right, I wrap her hair in my fist, hauling her head back, needing her to understand that she’s fast becoming a temptation beyond male control. “You shut that beautiful mouth or I won’t pull out, Maisy. I’ll hold you down and pump myself dry. Turn this tight dream pussy into a messy little creampie.”

She isn’t hearing me.

She’s lost in the rhythm of our bodies.

And I’m finding it impossible not to do the same.

Her hips are jerking up and back in my lap, eyes blind, matching me drive for drive. I look down to where our bodies join and growl at the sight of her swollen clit rubbing on the base of my shaft. And I have no choice but to reach down and use my thumb on it, making her scream and struggle closer, rolling her hips furiously, mouth open on my shoulder. “So big. So big, Daddy.” She heaves a shallow breath. “I’m c-coming…”

Those words tripping over her lips are the end of me. If I’m going to keep my promise and pull out, it has to be now. I want to be the kind of man who makes promises to her and keeps them, so I throw her back down on the mattress and start to ease out, wincing and growling at having to leave her tight perfection, but oh God, then she orgasms.

She climaxes, her cunt ripping around me and she screams, bucking and wrapping her legs around my hips at the same time—and I pop. I bear down, pinning her with my hips and empty my ball sac deep, deep in her clenching channel, my hoarse curses filling the room. I’m cold and hot at the same time, my molars grinding together, seed ripping from my body like it has waited centuries.

“You did this,” I choke out against her ear. “Ride me for broke, tight and sweet as you are, and expect me not to leave it all in this pussy?” I rear back and slam deep, hips bouncing, trying to get out those crucial final drops, deliver them where they belong. And all the while, I’m caught between hating myself for breaking my promise to her and fucking exultant, triumphant over claiming her in this primal way.

Sick. An undeserving bastard.

“Naïve little girl,” I growl, putting the nail in my own coffin. On purpose. She’s going to end up hating me someday, might as well be now.

Yet when the best orgasm of my life finally ebbs, I find myself wrapping Maisy in my arms, pulling her struggling body tight to my chest, panic searing the insides of my throat.

You fucked up. You are fucked up.

“I’m sorry,” I rasp, kissing her forehead. “I’m sorry, angel.”

Her palms cracks across my face. Hard. Making my cheek sting. I welcome the sensation, though, because I deserve it. I deserve worse.

I’ve been completely unaware of the other men for the last few minutes, but when Maisy scrambles off the bed and pulls on her panties, I immediately scan for threats. Instead, I find most of the men are now engaged with the women they purchased for the night. Apparently we were the warm-up show, igniting the desire that is now being quenched. It’s being quenched very quickly, too, most of them guests already in the throes.

Meaning Maisy’s friends will be free to drive her home soon.

Away from me.

No. No no no.

“Maisy,” I say, climbing off the bed and zipping my pants, snatching my shirt off the floor and stuffing it into my back pocket. Watching as she slides her feet back into her delicate white shoes. “Let’s go somewhere and talk.”

She turns on a heel and glides toward the exit. “I’m not going anywhere with you.”

I follow her. Of course I do. What just happened between us was not the end of something, it was the beginning. My attempts to stay away, watch her from a safe distance didn’t work and now I can’t. Now I’ll never, ever fucking be able to stay away. “When I made you that promise, I swear to God, I meant to keep it.”

“But you didn’t,” she tosses over her shoulder.

“I couldn’t.” I grip her elbow and spin her around, gather her face, her hair in my hands, trying to touch all of her at once. “You were there, angel. You felt what I did. Do you think you could have climbed off my cock right before you came?”

Her lips pop open, eyes turning glassy with renewed desire. “If you couldn’t keep the promise, you shouldn’t have made it.”

“You’re right.” She tries to stomp off again, but I yank her back up against me, growing hard over the soft valleys that lock to my muscles. I slide my hand up the back of her dress and wedge it inside her panties, petting her bottom, refusing to let the argument diffuse the intimacy between us for even a second. “Agree to be mine, Maisy,” I say against her lips. “Say you’re mine, let me keep you, and I won’t come again until you allow it. Not even by my own hand. Not even if you make me wait years. Torture me for breaking my promise, just don’t leave like everyone els—”

I break off before I can say too much.

Before I can reveal how truly pathetic and unlovable I am.

A kid abandoned at a fire station at birth and lost in the system, never to be claimed.

A man double-crossed by his business partner and best friend.

The purest asshole she’ll ever meet, just as I claimed.

“Please, Maisy.” She’s looking at me with budding sympathy, which I never wanted, so I distract her by sliding my hand further into her panties, cupping her sex from behind. “You’re already mine, just say the words.”

She wets her lips, swaying toward me.

I have her.

I’m going to take her home, worship her forever, convince her somehow that I’m worth a damn—

“Maisy,” a female voice calls. Followed by another one.

I turn and glance over my shoulder to find the girls who brought her here—thus putting them firmly in the enemy category—hustling toward us.

“Are you okay?” they ask in unison, splitting curious glances between us.

I bare my teeth when Maisy rips out of my hold, shaking herself as if she’s coming to her senses. “Yeah, I’m fine. I-I’m fine.” She pushes back the long, dark hair that came loose from her bun while we made love. “Can we go home now?”

“No,” I growl.

“Yes,” she fires back. “You got what you paid for. Now it’s over.”

“This will never be over,” I vow, holding her eyes.

“How does she get her money?” one of the girls asks, both of them flanking Maisy.

I pride myself on my ability to read a situation and it’s obvious that—as much as I’d like to—unless I carry Maisy out over my shoulder, she’s not coming home with me. And it’s my own goddamn fault for breaking my promise. Earning her trust back has to be my next step and it’s something that can’t be forced.

“Don’t worry, she’ll get it. Along with anything she ever dreamed of.” I make a new promise to Maisy with my eyes. “You’ll hear from me first thing Monday morning.”

I mean everything I say, to the T.

I’ll have the girl who’s captured my heart.

And I’ll play dirty to get her, because it’s the only way I know how.