Kieran
I walk into the library of the main house expecting to find it empty, but instead I’m confronted by Stacy...and Nolan.
Nolan isn’t my favorite guy in the world right now, and that’s because he's been working with Percy to secure our father's money. I'm not sure if they have some kind of plan to split the funds or what the deal is. Usually, Nolan is very outspoken about his dislike for Percy but now he's doing his dirty work.
So finding him here alone with Stacy makes me pretty fucking pissed.
I want to find out why he’s here but right now my eyes are set on Stacy. She looks totally fuckable, standing in the light of the sun that's streaming through the high windows. Her hair looks like spun gold and I want to curl my fingers in to it while I fuck her into oblivion.
I haven't been able to stop thinking about her.
She's Percy's pawn, I know it, and yet I want to control her, too. Sure, it’s so wrong and I would never want to hurt her, but I can’t help it—I want to make her my personal sex slave. He's got her locked up here, obviously under Nolan's watch, and it's my mission to make life for her as comfortable as possible.
Namely with my cock 10 inches deep into her pussy, which I imagine is so tight and wet, just waiting for me to enter it.
"Kieran," she says, breathing out my name in a way that sends a rush of blood straight to my cock.
"Oh, hey, Stacy. It’s a pleasure to see you again. But I need to ask – what you are doing with this asshole?"
Nolan steps up to defend himself. We’re about the same height and build, which is fucking unfortunate since it probably means I won’t be able to take him down by myself.
Percy is easy to threaten.
Nolan, not so much.
"You better watch your words,” Nolan tells me, his voice turning into a growl. “You have no idea what's going on here. If you only knew, you’d thank me."
"Yeah right, Nolan. You’re the guy that's tearing this family apart. You represent everything which our father stood against. I’m embarrassed to call you my brother."
"That's really mature, Kieran. I'm warning you…don’t talk about shit you know nothing about."
I don't give a fuck what he's rattling on about. All I know for sure is that he's working with Percy. And that for some reason, Percy has a vested interest in this girl; he’s got something over on this angel that I want to fuck and he’s keeping her captive. But I want her for myself.
"Stacy," I say to her directly so she gets my point. "You don't have to stay here with him."
I hate to put her in the middle of it, but she’s there already and I’ll happily jerk her from the middle and to my side in the most expedient way that I can.
Even as her blue eyes are pleading with me to stop this fight, I can’t give her what she wants. Percy is my enemy, and if Nolan's working with him, then Nolan’s my enemy as well.
I will crush anyone who stands in my way. It’s not just about not letting Percy take off with the inheritance because he’s a greedy fuck.
Now, it is about me running off with Stacy because I’ve become the greedy fuck.
I don’t know what the hell is happening to me but I want her more than I’ve ever wanted any woman. She’s all I can goddamn think about. I’m obsessed.
"Nolan, I never thought it would come to this. I trusted you and loved you like a real brother, and then you went and betrayed us all," I say, the seething rage and single-minded focus sounding loud and clear in my voice.
"I’m warning you, Kieran,” Nolan says with his own rage nearing the surface. I can tell he’s trying to hold it back. “Back the fuck off."
"You ruined our family. Because of you, Carter and I can't get to Percy. And that’s all on you. You’re a disgrace. And you have no one to blame for this but yourself. Why the fuck are you doing this?"
I’m disgusted just looking at him. It's like I don't even know the guy, even though we spent so many years growing up together and being buddies. I’m just at a loss as to why he's defending Percy.
He knows as well as I do that Percy’s soul is black. The fucker is evil in every sense of the word. He might as well stand around twirling a little mustache while he laughs diabolically.
Percy has nothing good to offer the world, and more than that, he has this poor girl under his control. I can't stand to see her like this. It’s obvious she’s miserable being controlled by him. She must feel like Percy's slave and I fucking hate that.
I want her to be no one's slave but my own. As much as I hate myself for thinking that, because, seriously, what the fuck is wrong with me, I know I just really want to fucking save her.
It is my personal mission to see that whoever hurts her pays a hefty price, and that includes Nolan.
"You know, Nolan, what is most disappointing is the feeling of betrayal coming off of you. I trusted you, man. Carter and I never thought you would do this…but you have. It’s just so damn disappointing. You don't have one scrap of integrity in your body."
He stands and gets in my face. We’re two alpha males staring each other down and shit is going to get ugly fast. If need be, I’ll destroy him and this whole fucking library.
"I will shred you to pieces,” I say through gritted teeth. “Back the fuck up."
"Fuck off with this shit, Kieran, you’re in over your head and I’m not going to be threatened by you."
And then it happens. The perfect angel, Stacy, who has somehow become entrenched in the middle of all this drama, slips her body between the both of us. Such courage, to stand between two battling brothers...and her fucking body between us as the sacrificial lamb does something to me on a primal level. My cock is rock- hard in an instant, even though I’m still fucking enraged.
"Stop it, please,” Stacy whispers. “I don't want to see this. Percy is the enemy, and neither of you understands to what extent."
We back off at her request though we’re both still heated.
I see the tears pool in her eyes, and I want to take away the pain of this innocent stranger who has to witness this family being torn apart.
I wonder what she herself is going through, and what’s being held over her head that’s forcing her to stay. We don’t understand the full extent of it. That means Stacy probably has it worse than any of us and here we are, acting like a couple of testosterone-driven animals.
"Come on, baby," I say and take her hand. "Let me show you the gardens. We could use the air."
I start to pull her out of the library, closing her hand tight in mine like I’m actually saving her right now.
That’s when I see a scrap of lace lying just under a chair. I reach down and grab it. I stuff it in my pocket before anyone can see what I’ve got, then flash a smile at Stacy and lead her out the door. If this is what I fucking think it is, there’s nothing between me and Stacy’s pussy than a ridiculously short scrap of fabric masquerading as a dress.
Nolan calls after us, "I’ll be down to check on you soon. She's a flight risk, you know." But he doesn’t try to stop me, which is for his own good.
Fuck him if he tries to stop me because nothing is getting between me and Stacy…or her pussy. Literally, it seems. I fucking crave her on every level.
I don’t give a shit how impossible the odds seem now, I know that I have to get her out of here.
For now, I just want her to feel like she’s safe, comfortable, and not in the middle of a goddamn war. I want inside her because I know my cock is the best way to help her escape her current hellish reality.
I want her thoughts to devolve into moans.