CHAPTER SEVEN

AVERY

I WATCH MY COCK SLIP between her pretty pink lips. Tears slowly run down her face, and her body shakes while she kneels on the tile floor.

I overreacted.

I didn’t plan on fucking her so soon, but when she threw my phone, I had a split second to decide my plan of action.

And I decided to put her in her place sooner rather than later. If I let her slide, she’ll run all over me. We both know that.

It’s like I told my brother—I don’t do empty threats. No matter who the fuck you are. Bunny is no exception.

I could have dragged her up the stairs by her hair, tied her face down on her bed, ripped off my belt, and beat her ass until it was fucking bleeding. Or I could have fucked her. I chose the option that most benefitted me. The three hits to her ass were just for fun, and she liked them. They turned her on. I’ll remember that for later.

She licks up my shaft, tasting me, and I moan, tightening my hand in her hair. I want to hear her come so bad. I want her to scream my name and need to show her that no other man can get her off like I can. But I can’t. Not yet. She has to work for it.

Earn it.

She closes her eyes and fresh tears run down her cheeks. “Open your eyes!”

She looks back up at me and whimpers around my cock. I pull out and then slide it forward. I release the base of my dick and slide my hand into her hair, shoving my hips forward. She tries to pull back when I give her more of me, but I don’t allow it.

My cock starts to harden once again while I fuck her mouth. The tears come quicker as spit runs down her chin. She’s never looked more beautiful.

Of course, I’ll never tell her that.

I throw my head back and close my eyes while she sucks me like her life depends on it in my formal dining room. And in a way, it does.

I meant it when I said she is mine! For however long is anyone’s guess, but while she’s here, she is going to be my own personal slave. I’ll fuck her whenever I want, however I want.

“Fuck, Bunny,” I say through gritted teeth, opening my eyes and looking back down at her.

Her arms are still tied behind her back, and her knees are spread wide. I smile to myself in satisfaction, knowing my cum is running down her thighs. I haven’t come that hard in a long time. Actually, the last time I can remember was with her. Three nights ago.

That makes me hate every woman I’ve ever fucked—and the list is long. The fact they couldn’t live up to her or make me forget her pisses me off.

I fuck her mouth harder, and her gorgeous eyes are full of new tears. They continue to flow like a waterfall due to my roughness. I treat her mouth just as I treated her pussy. And I’ll do the same to her ass. I have an endless amount of time to break her. To remind her that I’m no longer that pathetic boy she can run all over.

I’ll show her just what being fucked feels like. And by the way she’s looking up at me, she’ll enjoy every minute of it.

I’m gonna ruin her for other men. Although she’ll never get to experience another man.

Once again, I give her no warning. She tries to pull away, but I hold her head still by her hair. When she used to suck my dick, she never wanted to swallow. And I always respected that until now.

Instead of demanding she take it, I just don’t allow her any other choice. Her eyes widen for the briefest moment as I push to the back of her throat and come.

“Swallow, Bunny,” I order; my voice rough, my breathing ragged.

She looks up at me through watery lashes and swallows—her body jerking. Once I’m done, I release her hair and step back.

She bows her head, sucking in breath after breath while her body shakes uncontrollably.

“Stand up,” I order, placing my dick back into my zipper of my black slacks, loving this feel of overpowering her. I wanna lay her on the floor and fuck her pussy with my tongue. But there’s plenty of time for that.

She stands slowly and then wobbles once on her feet. Placing my hands on her face, I lift it so she has to look at me. Her beautiful blue eyes are heavy. Her cheeks red and lips parted. Fuck, she looks so beautiful.

I run my hand between her thighs, and her head falls back with a moan. My eyes fall to the mark on her neck from my hand, and I growl. I wanna mark all of her body!

Mine!

I pull my hand away, and she cries out. “Do you know what edging is?” I ask her.

She shakes her head once, and I smile. I didn’t expect her to. My father taught me a lot when I was younger, but I never thought I’d put it to use. “Edging is when I get you to the point of orgasm and then stop—withholding a release from you.” Her eyes widen up at me. “Do not touch yourself. Do you understand me?”

She whimpers, closing her eyes.

This was the hard part. I couldn’t figure out how I was going to know if she gets herself off or not. Until it finally hit me …

I wait for her eyes to open before I speak. “There are cameras all over your room and bathroom. Not to mention the property—inside and outside. I will know, and you will be punished.” Reaching my hand between her legs, I shove two fingers into her without warning, causing her breath to hitch. “This belongs to me. You belong to me. Do you understand?”

She bites her bottom lip as her chest heaves. “Answer me!”

“Please?”

I remove them and smile down at her. “I love hearing you beg, Bunny.” It’s like music to my ears. “But an order is an order, and no amount of begging will change my mind. So last time. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” she answers softly.

I turn her around so I’m facing her back and look down at my belt wrapped around her upper arms. Her skin is wrinkled due to the tightness of the unforgiving leather, and her hands have turned blue from lack of blood flow. I undo it, and her arms fall to her sides with a soft sob.

An apology threatens to come out when I see that bruises have already formed on her flawless skin, but I immediately swallow it down. “Turn around.”

She does slowly, and to my surprise, she looks up at me without having to be told. Her eyes drill into mine with hatred, and I smile.

Lifting my hand, I push her wild brown hair behind her ear. “You always were a fast learner.”

She opens her mouth to no doubt tell me to fuck off but then thinks better of it. “I’m leaving.”

Her eyes dart around the formal dining room before meeting mine. “Where are you going?” she asks softly.

“I have work to handle. Don’t try to run. Guards are stationed throughout this house, and they are informed to do whatever is necessary to detain you,” I inform her, and if looks could kill, I’d be dead right now. Thankfully, she doesn’t wield that kind of power. “I’ll be back in the morning.” I don’t normally pull all-nighters, but having her here has changed my schedule. Thanks to Darrell giving her more meds than she needed. “And you will be in your room waiting for me. Naked.” She stands there staring up at me with that look of hatred, making me hard all over again. Fuck, I didn’t expect to have this reaction to her. I thought my hatred would be enough to keep her at arm’s length, and I’d only go to her when I wanted a piece of ass. It seems I’m not gonna be able to get enough of her pussy.

“Do you understand?” I finally ask when she just glares at me.

She swallows and squares her shoulders. “You can’t expect me to wait all night in hopes that you’re gonna let me come when you get home from work.”

I refrain from smiling at her statement. “I do.”

“Avery …”

“If you come, I’ll tie you to your bed, spread eagle, and leave you there.” The thought of her lying there helpless makes my hard cock twitch. I’d love to see her like that.

“You wouldn’t …”

“And I’ll make sure to gag you, so no one has to listen to you sob when your body starts to tremble from the need of my cock in that pussy.”

She looks away from me as if she can’t stand the sight of me, and I step to her. “See, Bunny.” Her eyes are back on mine instantly, and they narrow for using her nickname. It used to be endearing, but now, I do it for spite. “There’s nothing I won’t do to prove my point.”

“Which is?” she snaps.

I love how she doesn’t even try to hide her hatred for me. It’s effortless and refreshing and makes me want her even more.

I’ll let her get away with it at the moment since I just came twice. “That I fucking own you.”

PRESLEIGH

Sixteen years old

 

I sit in the game room sipping on a Zima. I look around for Avery. I don’t know where he went. Tristan came in here and whispered something in his ear, and then they both ran out without a word to anyone.

“Hey, Presleigh,” his friend says, coming over to me.

“Hey, Mitch.”

“What’s with the long face?” he asks, sitting down next to me on the couch.

“Did you see where Avery went?” No point in hiding my concern.

“Vaughn got into a fight out back. He and Tristan went to break it up.”

I roll my eyes. Of course, their older brother, Vaughn, got into a fight. He does it all the time. The boy is so annoying. I don’t even know why he still lives at home. He’s two years older than Avery. He should be off at college, but instead of going off to school, he decided to stay home with his dad and help him with the “family business.” Sickening.

“Wanna play some pool? Avery was my partner, and it’s his turn.”

I chuckle. “I don’t know how to play.”

His soft green eyes widen in surprise. “What? Avery hasn’t taught you how?” I shake my head. “Come on.” He grabs my hand and pulls me from the couch. I laugh as he brings me over to the pool table. “Here.” He takes my Zima and replaces it with a pool stick. Setting my drink on the ledge, he comes to stand behind me. He places one hand on my right arm and the other on my back. He gently pushes me forward, making me lean over the side, and wraps my right hand around the stick and then his hand closes over mine.

I look at him over my shoulder, getting uncomfortable. “Mitch …”

“Come on, Presleigh. I don’t wanna lose. Avery and I bet on this game.”

I let out a sigh and look back over the cue ball. He lines my stick up with it. “See the striped five? You want to get it over in the left corner pocket.”

I nod my head once with confidence. “Right,” I say, acting as if I fucking know what he’s talking about.

“Line it up …” He pulls back the stick, and I bite my bottom lip, closing my left eye. He presses his hips into my ass, and I suck in a breath of surprise.

“Mitch!”

He pushes my hand forward just as his name is called out. I stand straight up when I hear Avery’s voice. Spinning around, I take a step to the side just as Avery’s fist connects with Mitch’s face.

 

I storm into the bathroom once again, stripping off my shirt. It’s all I’m dressed in since I left my shorts downstairs in the formal dining room. Opening the shower door, I get in and slam it behind me.

I turn on the water and then fall to my already bruised knees and bend over. As I place my face in my hands, my screams of frustration quickly turn to sobs.

My fingers tingle from the blood circulation returning, and my hips hurt from the table. My head still throbs, and the bastard didn’t even offer me any Advil. Now my mouth is sore from his cock fucking it. And his taste lingers.

But I can handle all of that.

It’s the throbbing between my legs that has me in tears. I’m not a sex addict per se, but I have to get off.

I place my hand between my thighs and push a finger into myself. My other hand reaches up to massage my breasts. Closing my eyes, I try to concentrate on my body and calm my tears. I won’t let him do this to me.

Edging? I have never heard of it before. But when he explained it, I knew where he learned it. From our fathers. The sick bastards would use it to control their slaves. To make them beg them to come. To make them feel in control. And he is not! I control myself, my body!

He’s crazy to get me that close and then think I can wait all night. And that’s if he lets me get off when he gets home.

My thumb runs over my clit, and I whimper, opening my eyes. I freeze when I see a camera in the corner. It looks down at me. A red light glows, and I swallow the shame when I feel him watching me.

I fucking own you.

No! You don’t!

He did once, and it ended up costing me everything. I’m not gonna let him do this to me again. No matter what he says, this is my body, and I’m going to do whatever I want to it.

I allow my head to fall back again as my fingers begin to work in and out of me. My pussy is soaked from my arousal and his cum. And I remember how he took me. So dominant, controlling, and all man. And it disgusts me that I actually liked it.

That sensation starts to build. My breath comes faster, and my knees push farther apart. I’m already so close. Within seconds, I come with a soft cry on my lips. My head falls forward, and my chest heaves with my breathing. I give the camera a smile before I stand on shaky legs and place my head under the showerhead.

A smug smile forms on my lips.

You don’t control me, Avery. I’ll prove it to you.

After my shower, I make my way into the closet again, avoiding that damn bunny. I find a black dress that is off the shoulders and down to my knees. The material is slinky and cool against my skin.

I decide against shoes since I’m not allowed to go anywhere. Although he left for work, the house is full of men. I remembered two of them from the other night, and I know they have orders to do whatever is necessary to keep me in line. If I’m gonna have any chance at getting free, I gotta play this smart. I make my way to my bedroom door and open it. Stepping out into the hallway, I decide to go looking around the house.

He said I couldn’t run. He never said I couldn’t explore the house.

I open every door I come to and find nothing but bedrooms. They all look the same with large beds and bare walls. The closets and bathrooms all are empty, so it makes me wonder who occupied mine before he brought me here.

I make my way down to the first floor and find an office. It’s got a big black desk that’s sits to the right with a fireplace across from it and a bookshelf to the left. A glass coffee table sits in the middle with a black leather couch and two high-back chairs. He must spend a lot of time in here.

I smile when I see the computer on his desk. I practically run over to it and sit down at the desk. I press the enter key, and the screen illuminates. I frown when it requires a password. Of course. I go to type out his name but then stop, my fingers hovering over the keys. He probably has it set up to alert him when someone types in the wrong one. Avery never was an idiot like Preston.

I reach over and grab the phone that sits on his desk. Line dead. “Fuck!” I shove it to the floor. I yank on all the drawers to the desk, but they’re all locked.

Letting out a growl, I sit back and blow the loose strands of hair from my face in annoyance. What the hell am I supposed to do? Does he really expect me to just sit around this mansion all day and night doing nothing?

Why am I here?

My friend will be looking for me. Does my brother know I’m here? If so, will he come and get me? Doubt it. Preston can be a little coward. He never did like getting his hands dirty unless it involved women who could make him money and he could fuck. I’m neither.

A bottle of scotch over in the corner on the minibar catches my attention, and I get up to grab it. A drink sounds good.

I open the door to step out of the office but jump back when I run into a man dressed in a black and white three-piece suit. He smiles at me kindly. “Hello, Miss Clarke.”

My eyes widen. “Marvin. You have to help me,” I say in a rush. His smile falls.

“I’m sorry, Miss Clarke, but I cannot …”

My hands ball into fists. “I’m not here because I want to be,” I snap.

“That is not my concern,” he says, unaffected by my anger. “I work for Mr. Decker, and he has instructed me to make sure you are taken care of. Now would you like something to eat?”

I stare up at him wide-eyed. I’ve known this man all my life. He worked for the Decker’s long before I can remember. His brown hair has now turned gray and his skin has wrinkled, but he still has those kind brown eyes. I open my mouth to tell him I’d rather starve, but a man pushes his way through the office door.

“She’ll have dinner up in her room.”

I glare at the man. He’s the same one that I stabbed with a fork only hours ago. God, that seems like so long ago. My stay here is going to be like prison time—long.

“I said I’m not hungry.” I glare at him.

“You’ll either eat it on your own, or I will force-feed you,” he declares and then spins around and walks out of the room.

Marvin nods his head once. “Very well. I will have your dinner served to you up in your room.” Then he, too, turns and walks away, leaving me alone with the bottle of scotch.

I let out a huff and storm up to my room. Slamming the door shut, I plop down on the bed and tip the bottle back. If I have to be here, I’ll drink my dinner.