3. Ethan

Ismirk wider.

Little Aspen Kincaid grew up. Katrina’s niece, my ex-wife’s niece, is all kinds of sexy. In an innocent way.

I like it.

I want her.

This girl, with her wide innocent sapphire blue eyes and her flawless skin and… Fuck me. I don’t think I have ever wanted anyone more. Ever had such a visceral reaction to any other woman before. My cock jerks in my sweats, and my body buzzes with excitement. I want to touch her.

Mark her.

Claim her.

I’m going to fuck her. That much I know. I don’t care about the familial ties or that she is nearly twenty years younger than me. I don’t give one tiny fuck.

She is mine.

She doesn’t know the beast she just released by coming up here all na?ve and beautiful. She is like a little lamb to slaughter. I grin at my thoughts.

“Who did you think I was?” she asks so softly; I nearly miss it.

Well, there’s a question. I thought she was the hooker I paid a lot of money for from a very discreet, very high-end agency. I needed a release, and using someone from Hush, was perfect. But not as perfect as the girl who just walked into the lion’s den.

“No one.” I wave her off. “Would you like a drink, little lamb?” I start dragging her back to the living area, her soft skin under my fingertips making me want to rip her clothes off right here and now and bury my cock so deep inside that my come leaks out of her mouth. I stifle a groan at the thought.

“Little lamb?” she questions, but I ignore her.

“What do you want to drink? I have wine?” I ask instead of answering her question. I pull out a stool, spin to face her, and push her down onto it. She glares at me. I smile. In these few minutes of knowing her, I can tell she is a spitfire.

She sighs. “Water is fine.”

I nod, but I can’t help the little bit of disappointment I feel that she won’t be having an alcoholic drink. I would never take advantage, but I was hoping it would relax her. Turning to the fridge, I pull it open and grab a bottle of water. I hand it to her before pouring myself a whiskey. Grabbing my phone, I quickly shoot off a message to reception not to let my now very late guest up before focusing my attention back on the little lamb. Leaning against the counter, I eye her over the rim of the crystal tumbler. The way her delicate throat works as she swallows, the way her eyes move to me every so often, the way her cheeks pink to a delicious colour every time she finds my gaze already on her.

“So Aspen,” I start. “Are you looking forward to working at Caldwell Global Investments?” I’m being polite. I couldn’t give a shit if she is looking forward to it or not. I only have one goal where she is concerned now. And that is to make her mine. Fuck her so hard; I will imprint on her insides.

She squirms in her seat as if she can read my thoughts, then clears her throat. “I am. I have been looking forward to getting my teeth stuck into some real work.”

The only thing I want her teeth stuck into is me. My cock hardens at the thought. Fuck. I want to consume this little lamb whole devour her until it changes her as a person. Want to blow my seed so deep inside her, it takes root with my…child?

I shake my head.

What?

Where the fuck did that come from?

I have never wanted children. It’s never interested me. But for some reason, this girl, who just walked into my apartment, has brought this primal side out in me. The side that wants to breed her. Make her mine.

“Ethan?” her soft voice drags me from my depraved thoughts.

“Mmm?”

“How far from the office are we? And what time will I need to leave in the morning to arrive on time?”

“You will come with me,” I state, leaving no room for argument. I have this need coursing through me. This need to be around her no matter what. Jesus. I didn’t expect this when I agreed to Katrina’s demands. I smirk. I don’t think Katrina would have either. There is no way she would be happy with me obsessing over her niece. No matter how good of terms we ended on.

My eyes move to Aspen’s lap, where she wrings her hands before moving back to her face. She chews at her full bottom lip, and I want nothing more than to go over there and nibble it myself.

“Are you sure that’s okay? I don’t want to intrude. I can make my own way there.”

I put a hand up to stop her mumbling. “It’s non-negotiable. You will travel with me to the office.”

“Okay,” she sighs before her lips curve into a breath-taking smile. It’s then I know with one hundred percent certainty that I don’t care if it’s a bad idea; I don’t care that she is Katrina’s niece.

I am going to make Aspen Kincaid mine in every way.

* * *

The next morning at seven-thirty on the dot, I make my way down to Aspen’s apartment to collect her. After she left last night, I decided that she would be working for me personally. Not Caldwell’s. Me. I want to know every minute of every day, what she is doing, and I can’t do that if she is in another department or on another floor, so the conclusion I came to is that she can be my PA. I will assign Dawn, my current PA, to someone else, and Aspen can take her position. It will certainly ruffle some feathers and may cause several arguments amongst senior management. But I don’t care. I own the fucking company. I can do what the hell I like.

I knock on the door, my mind racing with what my little lamb will be wearing today. I hope it’s a skirt. Easier access. I could bend her over my desk push it up to her hips as I pull her panties down. I could play with what I am sure is a sweet cunt, getting her wet enough to take my big cock. Then I could ram into her, stretching her, make her take me. I could- I’m cut off when the door swings open, revealing Aspen. Fresh-faced, with a lick of mascara on her long lashes. A coat of gloss on her plump pink lips and her brown hair down in soft waves. My eyes drop down her body, my jaw clenches at the sexy but innocent dress she wears. I could definitely work with that.

Fuck. She is beautiful. I swear to God, if any other man in that building looks at her in a way I don’t like, I will fire the fuckers.

My gaze moves back to her face to find her blushing. I love the colour on her skin and briefly wonder if her arse would look the same after I spank her. My dick hardens in my trousers at the thought.

“Morning Ethan,” she says shyly, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. I reach forward and take that lock between my fingers, rubbing the soft strands. Her breath hitches, and she stares at me.

I clear my throat. “Aspen,” I say in greeting. “My driver is waiting downstairs. Let’s go.” I grab her elbow and pull her outside towards the elevator.

“I am quite capable of walking myself.” She snaps, making me smirk. My little lamb has some fire.

I like it.

She will need that fire for what I have planned for her.

Hitting the button for the lobby, the doors open almost immediately. We step inside. She shifts nervously beside me. I watch as she swallows and wonder how far she could take me down her throat. I wonder If she could handle someone like me.

“What will I be doing today?” she asks softly, her blue eyes on me.

“You will be personally working for me.”

Those gorgeous eyes of hers widen. “Wha-whatt?” she stutters. “I thought I would be working for someone… a bit lower down in the company.” She says cautiously.

I grin, flashing some teeth. “No, little lamb. I just decided that you will be mine.” by the look on her face, I think she misses the underlying meaning in what I say. That’s okay.

She will soon figure it out.

She lets out a long sigh as we come to a stop, and I bite back a smile. My little lamb doesn’t even know the half of what I am going to put her through. I am known for being brutal in the business world, and she will see that for herself. Just as she will see how ruthless I will be when I get her underneath me, taking my big cock in her tight little cunt.

I stride out, Aspen following close behind. Maurice, who is on the door, opens it with a smile and greeting.

“Good morning, Mr Caldwell. Have a great day.”

I nod before hopping into the waiting Mercedes, where Albert has the door open for me. My little lamb scrambles in beside me. Her sweet scent hits me again, making my blood pump through my body and my dick harden to stone. A primal need, the same one that happened last night, courses through me. Without thinking, my hand darts out and clamps down on her thigh. She gasps, her eyes widening. I lean in, my lips brushing hers. I smile when she moves closer. She wants this too. I pull back and cup her cheeks.

“I have high expectations for you, little lamb. I hope you can handle me.”