Chapter
16

“She has a concussion, and her back has a deep muscle bruise. It will be difficult for her to move for a time without severe pain.”

If Dr. Tran wasn’t my personal physician for me and my crew, I’d find a way to throw him through the bulletproof windows in my bedroom. Instead, I chewed the inside of my lip as I looked at my silent charge. No, that wasn’t the right word. Pet. My pet didn’t know her place.

“How long for the concussion to heal?” I asked.

“To be safe, she needs to be careful of any more hits to the head for several weeks,” Dr. Tran said with a sidelong look at me.

I flicked him off. “If I wanted her dead, I’d have let her fall down the fucking stairs until she snapped her neck.”

“I could prescribe her an anti-depressant, but I don’t think it would help.”

I shook my head. “No pills for that shit.”

She didn’t get to have drugs to escape from what I had plans for. No, she’d be right there with me. All she’d done was ensure she wouldn’t be able to fight against me, and I’d make sure she knew that.

“You checked to make sure she wasn’t pregnant. That birth control in her arm will work immediately?”

“It will,” he told me.

“Get out,” I ordered.

In silence, he gathered his materials and left the room. Ash rested, still asleep after she’d knocked herself out, in the center of my bed. I’d stripped her of her clothes, her golden skin standing out against the slate sheets and comforter. Her dark hair fanned out across my pillow, the abstract art in white and black hanging above her. I turned off the recessed lighting in the mahogany wall panels and let the lights from outside stream in.

“Death intrigues you so fucking much,” I told her as I sat on the edge of the bed. “I can be death.”

I stood from the bed and left the room. It took a few minutes to reach my office and find Sean behind my desk, working on paperwork.

“Comfortable?”

“Not exactly. There’s this rickety knot in the bottom pressing into my ass. You like that?”

I chuckled as Sean got out of my seat. “What do we have today?”

“I’ve already handled the bills for the clubs, restaurants, and resort for you. I need to know when you plan on doing the opening for Paradiso.”

“Is construction completed?”

“It’s been complete for three weeks.”

“Then have the opening next month. That’s just a couple weeks away and gives enough time for your marketing shit. How much of my money is this washing clean?”

“About a quarter. The bulk is still placed in the Caymans to keep it safe. You’ve got more cash than you can spend.”

“Then take over those neighborhoods in Ft. Lauderdale, and build three more to get me a foothold in another state. Was Gleeson satisfied with his shipment?”

“More than satisfied. He put in an order for three more cases. I also took care of Sapphire, Onyx, and Russell,” Sean said.

I nodded. Business was running smoothly. Ash’s money was nothing more than a drop in the bucket, but no one turned down free money. No one. Besides, it kept her hooked. She’d have no way to support herself. Sean shuffled some papers.

“What the fuck is it?” I asked with a sigh.

“You should have let her die in the warehouse,” he said.

Before I knew what I was doing, I leapt over my desk at him. Papers, pens, and my chair fell to the floor in a clatter as I gripped his throat and squeezed. He jerked back and sent us crashing the floor, but I didn’t let him go.

“Say that shit again. Say it fucking again.”

His face turned red and he gritted his teeth. I saw death in his eyes, but he knew what side his bread was buttered on. I didn’t give a shit.

“That woman up there belongs to me. To. Me. I’ll decide when she dies. You hear me?”

Sean nodded as I released him.

“Now, clean this shit up and leave me alone.”

I got off him and watched him clean my office while I vibrated with anger. I couldn’t let her go. I wouldn’t. She belonged to me, and that meant I was the only one who could make decisions for her. I clenched my fists and searched for something, anything, to release my pent-up anger. I stormed out my office and thundered up to the second floor, heat building around my neck. She’d tried to take herself away from me, tried to steal what belonged to me. She’d never go away. No. She belonged to me. My steps were loud on the stairs. I didn’t care what anyone thought or said. If I wanted her dead, she’d be dead.

Swinging open my bedroom door, I took in her still form. I ripped my shirt over my head and tossed it to the side before toeing off my shoes. My jeans went next. Every stich of my clothing laid strewn about my floor as I gripped my dick and jerked hard, my cock lengthening as I stroked. Her slack mouth, her beautiful face, every part of her amped my desire higher. Rage boiled into fiery-hot need, and I wouldn’t deny myself. I stalked to the bed and tore the covers from her body. So pretty. So fucking beautiful, damaged, and mine.

“Mine, do you hear me? Mine.”

I crawled onto the bed and pulled her legs open before I bent her knees. Her bare pussy looked perfect, and I wanted it. I wanted to rip it up and feel it close around my cock. I wanted to taste her and feel her wetness swallow me. On my knees, I buried my face between her thighs and sucked her clit into my mouth, her musky flavor filtering over my tongue. I groaned into her flesh and licked my way from the base of her pussy to the tip and swirled back down.

Fuck. She didn’t scream. She didn’t fight.

“Wake up. Wake up and fuck me.”

Wild with anger, I sat up and shuffled between her legs.

“You’re going to scream for me.”

I spat on my cock and spread the wetness down the shaft before I pressed against her entrance. I needed to feel her. To know she still fought. Know she wasn’t going to fucking disappear. I rocked my hips into her. Resistance, I met nothing but resistance. Her dry flesh fought against me. I spat on my dick again and sank in a bit further.

“Fuck me!”

She said nothing. Nothing at all.

I took her mouth with mine, stuffing my tongue between her teeth. Her slick tongue didn’t move. Nothing moved. I gripped her jaw and opened her mouth wide as I sawed my hips back and forth. Her legs fell away from my sides and to the bed. I lifted them again and locked her ankles around my waist, but as soon as I released them they fell again.

“No, no, no, no, no. I want to fuck you. I choose. I fucking choose.”

I pulled back and lifted her top half from the bed. Her head fell back away from me. My mind couldn’t get it together. Nothing worked, but I wouldn’t lose. I lifted her and spun her over so she was on her stomach. I then lifted her to her knees so her ass was up in the air. On second thought, I turned her face to the side and braced myself by placing one hand on her head and the other on her hip.

“You don’t have a choice.”

My voice sounded small, and I hated it. I fucking hated her for doing it to me. I angled my cock to her pussy. I needed to punish her. I needed to show her who made the rules. So open to me, her body couldn’t resist. I sank into her, groin-deep, and groaned. Her pussy took me, and I fucked her. I fucked my pet because she was mine. My balls slapped her clit with each stroke as I ignored her slack limbs and lack of sound. I fucked her because I needed it. Because I wanted to feel her heat.

She surrounded me and I felt the rage disperse. With each stroke I centered, my thoughts cleared. Pleasure streaked up my back. So fucking good.

“Just like that, Ash. Milk my cock.”

Releasing her head, I held both sides of her hips as I pulled and pushed her off my dick faster and faster. My balls tightened and my stomach ached as I rocked into her. Her ass slapped my groin with each pull. I curled around her body, resting my stomach on her back. I let go of one hip to slide my hand up between her breasts and wrap my fingers around her neck, lifting her head so I could whisper in her ear.

“Even when you think you’re gone, you still can’t escape me. Do you feel me, Ash? The way I fill you?”

Her tits bounced against my forearm in time with my thrusts, her tight cunt choking my dick as the friction grew hotter. Every glide only pushed me higher. Fucking higher until my balls felt like they were about to explode.

“Right there, Ash. Take that shit.”

My cum thickened and spewed out. I groaned, my cock jumping inside her as I came.

“You’re mine. Forever.”