Ashley*****Few Months Ago“The auction is next week,” my father says, his icy hands playing with a loose strand of my hair. I hate when he touches me. It is never the touch of a father, but that of someone who wants something a father never should. Something seedy and vile.My eyes search my mother’s face. She can’t meet the ones of her almost twenty-one-year-old daughter, her gaze fixed on the intricate patterns of the rug beneath her feet. “You gonna say anything? Or are you okay with me being sold like some sort of street hooker?”She stands beside my father, wringing her hands, looking like the perfect little mafia wife—complacent, quiet, taking all his punches and abuse without saying a damn word.My father steps between us. His body brushes against mine, making me feel sick to my stomach. “She does what she is told, just like you will if you know what’s good for you.”That is the thing about caged animals: they either get defeated or they learn to be darker, worse than their c
Jackson*****Few Months AgoI was simply an observer at the club. I never sampled the goods. I frequent the establishment for the secrets it unlocks. That’s what the draw is to a place like Provocateur. It is drowning in secrets. I’d learned from a young age that knowledge was power, and there’s no knowledge more powerful than the sinful desires people hide from the rest of the world. Once you have the darkest desires of powerful men in your hands, you suddenly become the one with control, and that’s what I’ve always craved. Control. Powerful men will do everything you demand to ensure their skeletons stay where they live in the closet.Then she steps into my vision, like the sun eclipsing the entire world around it with radiance and warmth.I chuckle as soon as she comes into my view. She shuffles her feet and keeps her eyes glued to the floor beneath her, probably shocked at the depravity she’s witnessing. She doesn’t really look like she belongs here. That’s what I like—her innoce
“You like the idea of me fucking you with the ski mask on don’t you?”She turns her face away, a pink blush crawling up her skin.I growl in her ear, “Hope you like it rough.”The princess squirms beneath me, raising her hips and nodding her pretty little head.“I need you to say yes. This nodding shit doesn’t work as consent for me, and I’m not into taking shit from women against their will.”“I don’t actually know, but based on the porn I watch, I’d say yes.”I drop her hands and move away from her, searching her eyes for what I’m not sure. “What do you mean, you don’t know?”“This is my first time.”I jump off the bed so fast you’d think it was on fuckin’ fire. My dick’s hard as a rock hearing her admit she’s a virgin, but my head’s telling me to walk the fuck away. I’m not in the habit of taking girls’ virginities; it’s not something I’m into. I like sex hard, fast, and dirty, and the word gentle isn’t in my vocabulary, but I want her. I want her more than I’ve ever wanted another
I grab both of her wrists in my hand and slam it behind above her head, growling at her, “I give the orders here.”She nods before a playful grin forms on her lips. She is so brave, no fear found anywhere on her. Someone who can give as much as she takes. Maybe that is what I desire, someone who can keep up with the darkness in me.“Good girl. Listen and you’ll get rewarded.” My hands trail down her body, stopping just above her mound before I move my fingers through her folds. Her body writhes beneath me, making me lose all sense of reason. I don’t like the loss of power. I survive on it, need it, and here this girl is owning me in ways that I don’t even understand. I gently flick her clit. “Has anyone had their tongue on your pussy before?”“No,” she pants.“Good. I enjoy knowing I’m the only one who’s ever touched your sweet cunt.” I pepper her skin with kisses. Fuckin’ bullshit romantic nonsense that I’ve no business doing, but I do it for her. When I reach her glistening pussy, I
“You’re a fuckin’ psycho, Jackson. I knew Vance was crazy, but you’re fuckin’ worse than he is,” Leon screams and gasps simultaneously.“I know,” I say.Leon’s wrapping a cloth around his dick, desperate to put out the fire engulfing it. He doesn’t know that it’s pointless and that I’m nowhere near done with him yet. I’m just too busy with the dark-haired demoness standing in front of me to be bothered by him at that moment.For six months, I’d been looking for the little princess. I’d had her right under me and let her slip through my fingers. That won’t be happening again. “It’s nice to see you again.” My gaze roams down her naked body, and I grunt. Taking my suit jacket off, I drape it over her shoulders and button it up. I glare at Cole and Ford. Cole chuckles as he tugs at the chains around his neck, licking his lips. I flick my Zippo at the sick fuck. He laughs, looking away. We all have some kind of damage: the lost boys, the kids who got so fucked up by the mob bosses who run
Jackson sucks the air out of the hallway. I can’t breathe with his body pressed against mine. Just being near him makes my brain disappear, and my lady bits are taking charge. He’s right; I want him. He’s this massive beast of a man dominating my body with such sheer force, it scares the living shit out of me and excites me simultaneously. I’ve replayed that night in my head repeatedly on a loop. It won’t shut off. I sometimes wonder what would have happened if I stayed instead of sneaking off like a coward.“I can smell how turned on you are. You’re soaked, aren’t you, princess?”“No,” I lie.Jackson’s laugh echoes down the dark hallway. “Liar.”I push against him, trying to get him off me so I can just think, but he is an immovable force. “Why are you so big?”He wags his eyebrows, a sexy smirk tilting the right side of his lips. "Last time I checked, you liked how big I was. Screamed for it, if I remember correctly.”“Yes, well, that was before I found out you were a fuckin’ psycho
The attached bedroom is massive. It’s adorned with satin sheets, a down duvet, and piles of pillows on the bed, not a room that would belong to a guy like Jackson. I walk into the giant closet, and it’s full of clothing, dresses, pants, pretty blouses, and so many shoes. My stomach turns, and the bile rises in the back of my throat. I’d met him at a sex club, a place where swingers go. He obviously has a wife or girlfriend, and this is their thing—bring home a plaything, have a little fun, and then discard her, even kill her. It isn’t like Jackson isn’t capable of that.I open the drawer and avoid the underwear. There’s no way in hell I’m wearing some other woman’s panties. Disgusting. I slip on a pair of jeans and a T-shirt and head into the kitchen. The aroma is mouthwatering.One look at Jackson, and I feel like a Mack Truck has hit me. He’s so handsome that he takes my breath away. He’s no longer in the three-piece suit. Instead, he’s wearing jeans like me and a button-down black
AshleyI melt into him. I’ve heard that cheesy expression my entire life in one form or another. Usually I roll my eyes, but in this moment as I’m nestled in Jackson’s arms, pushed closer to him as if he can’t get enough of me, I melt into him. Finally, I get it. That desperate need for another human being. The ache you harbor at the possibility of losing them. The fuckin’ stars you see when they simply brush a finger against your skin.He pulls away first. I almost cry out at the loss of his lips against mine. His hands cup my face, his dark eyes searching for something before he presses his forehead to mine. “You on the pill?”“Yes. But it’s a little too late to be asking that now, don’t you think? I could be six months pregnant for all you know.”He pulls back from me, moving so fast that you’d think I was on fire and he’s scared to be burned by the flame. “I pulled out. What the fuck are you on the pill for?”“What?”He steps to me, his hands grabbing on the flesh of my upper arm,