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Chapter Eight

West

I hadn't expected Delphine to give in so easily, but then again…I’d offered her a great deal. She’d basically get to keep Nexus in the palm of her hand, with minimal input from me.

Since the night at the club and our discussion in her office, I’d been going over what it was I actually wanted. I thought it would be enough to simply tear down Nexus to spite the family who’d tossed my father and me aside like we were nothing. But I’d come to the realization that Delphine was just as fucked up as I was. Her dark heart called to mine.

And the person I really wanted revenge against—my grandfather—was already dead. He’d escaped my wrath.

While my father had been dying, my grandfather refused to help with any of the medical bills. He wouldn’t even visit his only son, leaving my father to wither away in some grungy hospice.

Was my father a perfect son or even a good father?

No. By the time he’d gotten sick, he was a drug addict who only cared about his next hit. He’d struggled with the transition from privileged rich boy to worthless nobody in a way that he’d never been able to recover from. When he died, my mother had been swallowed by her grief, wasting away to nothing more than a shadow.

My grandfather could have helped at any point, but he chose not to. Not even when my mother begged on his doorstep. She wanted him to accept me, to raise me and give me the opportunities I’d been denied as my father had snorted away every spare cent.

The cunt had laughed in her face. For that, I’ll never forgive him.

When I started looking into Nexus and saw the life Delphine lived, the parties, the expensive clothes, the flashy jewelry—that’s when my hatred reached new heights. How dare she live like that while my father had faded away? While I went to a shit school and worked two part-time jobs just to afford my textbooks while there were holes in my sneakers? That’s when I decided that I’d bring Nexus to its knees.

Only now, as Delphine Harrington drops to the floor and crawls towards me, just like I had at the club, I realize that this was the same thing. She was Nexus. Punishing Delphine was shortsighted, especially when I could own her, body and soul. It wasn’t like I needed the money any longer, my own businesses making me more than rich enough to stand beside the Harrington’s in my own right.

When she reaches me, she continues to mimic my actions from the other night, pushing my legs apart and looking up at me with a coy smile.

With past lovers, I’d liked to take control, but with her I was happy to take whatever scraps she wanted to give me. If she wanted to carve me up, I’d let her. If she wanted me to tie her up and fuck her in a room full of people, I’d do that too. There wasn’t anything I wouldn’t agree to, as long as she was mine.

She may have agreed to thirty days, but she wasn’t aware that the rules of the game were shifting, even now. While we were here tonight, I’d already arranged for someone to break into her penthouse and replace her birth control with sugar pills. I wanted her bound to me in every way possible. Even if it crossed every taboo line. Delphine Harrington was going to belong to me.

Tugging my pants down, I don’t miss the way her tongue flicks out over her bottom lip as she frees my cock, letting it land against my stomach with a soft thwack. Now that she’d given in to me, given herself permission to want me for thirty days, she wasn’t holding back. It was a good sign that once she realized how explosive we could be together, she’d submit to me fully.

Wrapping a delicate hand around my shaft, I love the way her pale skin looks on mine. We were two sides of the same coin, bound in sin.

She jerks me a few times, blue eyes locked with mine as she teases precum out of my slit like we have all the time in the world. The pearly liquid forms on my flushed head before rolling down onto her fingers, and I’m hit with a vision of how hot she’d look wearing my cum.

With a quiet groan, she rubs her lips over my throbbing dick, offering me the barest hint of friction as my balls tighten.

I reach for her hair, but she slaps me away.

“Didn’t you learn your lesson last time?” We both glance down at the stitches in my thigh.

Even on her knees for me, she still needs to feel in control.

“Do you want to hurt me, baby?” I hum as I swipe my thumb across her cheek. Taunting her. “Because I’d let you. I’m only too happy to bleed for you.”

I chuckle at the adorable way she glares at me before wrapping her lips around the tip of my cock and suckling. Hard.

“Fuck,” I grunt, grabbing hold of the arms of the chair. “You’re a cruel bitch, Delphine.”

The words mean nothing because I love this twisted side of her. But it seems to spur her on, and she sucks again before pulling off and spitting on my dick. As saliva drips down my shaft, she pumps me hard, grip almost impossibly tight. Fuck, this woman was going to be the death of me.

Taking my cock back into her mouth, she pushes down, swallowing me as far down as she can before she gags. Her cheeks are flushed, the pink blossom spreading down her neck and across her chest and she works me over, bobbing up and down on my cock like she has all the time in the world and I’m not seconds away from butting a nut.

She cups my balls, fondling them as she squeezes gently. My thighs begin to tense, and I feel my orgasm building at the base of my spine. Just as it feels like I’m on the edge of coming, she yanks on them hard, cutting off the building pleasure with pain, pulling off my cock with a soft ‘pop’.

“Christ,” I hissed through gritted teeth as she leaned back on her heels a little, offering me gentle little kitten licks around the base of my shaft and down along the seam of my balls. “You’re going to be the death of me, aren’t you?”

She grins in reply before sucking one of my balls into her mouth. One hand shuttles slowly up and down on my cock again, while the other moves behind my balls so that she can press her thumb against my taint as she massages it lightly. My orgasm is quicker to build this time, my body ready for release as I fuck up into her fist. She covers my sack with spit, laving her tongue around the sensitive skin before taking me back into her mouth. Closing my eyes, and throwing my head back, I’m just about to come when she abruptly lets go. Her mouth and hands are no longer on my body as she blinks coyly up at me from between my legs. She uses this little tactic twice more until I'm sweating and my whole body is trembling with pent up frustration and desire. This woman was the devil, sent to torment me and edge me until I lost my damn mind.

As her finger breaches my asshole, I decide that if she doesn’t let me come this time, I’m going to grab hold of her and face fuck her until she’s dribbling my cum. I can’t go through another start-stop, not when my whole body feels like it’s on fire.

Thankfully, she seems to understand this as she swallows me down, burying her nose in my pubes while working a second finger inside my ass with nothing more than spit as lube. The painful burning stretch adds to the torturous pleasure wreaking havoc on my body.

This time, when my orgasm builds, I dig my fingers into the chair and stare down at my aunt, refusing to look away, even for a second.

It’s like there’s a whirlpool in her eyes, shades of blue and gray swirling together to drown me as she holds me in her throat and swallows. Her fingers press against my prostate at the same time, and the tightening around my super-sensitive cock is like a bolt of electricity through my body. There’s no warning as I flood her mouth with a shout, my body shaking and convulsing like I’ve been hit by lightning.

“Fuck!” I pull out of her mouth, refusing to miss out on seeing my cum paint her face as I tease out the last ropes of cum from my red, swollen cock. She barely blinks as my spunk lands on her cheek and lips, her spit slicked lips part as she pants, transfixed on my cock like she’s hungry for more. “How are you so fucking perfect?”