BUT I can't do it and stay. If I give in to these guys, I'll be their bitch forever. Next they'll ask me to hack into the credit card vault. Then somewhere else. I can't do that I have to disappear. Like I've done a million times before. I stomp to the bedroom, grab a suitcase from the closet, and fling it onto the bed. Without thought, my hands move packing the necessities. Black clothes, one pair of each thing. A simple bag of toiletries. Running again. It doesn't matter how hard I try to outrun Catgirl and my parent's legacy, the past always catches up with me.But what about Mémé? We've moved so many times, I don't want to drag her on the road again. This time, our lives aren't in danger. It's not fair to make her pick up and move. Can I leave her?She's the only family I have. Ditching her to keep her safe feels like what my father did to me, when he tried to stick me in boarding school after my mom died. I wouldn't let him, and I'll bet Mémé won't like being left behind either.
"I had to talk to you," she croaked.Anyone else, I'd grill right there, while they lie on their back in the dirt at my feet. But not Kylie. That new, strange pricky heat takes over and screams at me to protect her from Sam, from the rain, from the rock from myself.I pluck her from the ground and set her feet, forgetting to pretend she's heavy. Her eyes roll, unfocused as if the movement pains her head. "Ugh. Wow."I reach around and cup the back of her head, finger questing until I find the growing goose egg. She flinches when I touch it."You're hurt." I turn and glare at Sam, who ducks his head. She eyes my housemate too, "Good thing you were around, or I think Cujo would've eaten me. Is that even a dog?""He's part wolf.""Part wolf, part what? Gargoyle?"I suppress a smile. I love that she pulls out the worry despite her injury. But then, it's her fault defense mechanism, as I learned in the Elevator. I study her. I ough to call the cops, or somehow scare her into respecting m
She licks her dry lips. "Mr. king, before I share this with you, I just want to tell you when I did, I was a cocky teenager trying to prove my worth to myself and the hacker world. I never took anyone's credit card numbers, and I neversold any Information. It was simply a-"The realization hits me like a fist in the gut."Catgirl." Of course she's fucking Catgirl. The only person who ever hacked my code.No wonder she was nervous about interviewing at SeCure. What in the hell kind of game was she playing, showing up at my headquarters, at my home, for fuck's sake? The one breach in security, that haunted mefor the past eight years just blew up in my face.Again. I snatch the manila folder from her hands and dump the contents onto the bathroom counter."I'm sorry." Her voice sounds small. Dammit.I hate hearing her diminished, even to me a natural Alpha who demands submissions fromeveryone. Even when I'm pissed off with her."What the fuck is this?"I flip the stack of
My eyes meet hers in the mirror. Her face is flushed, eyes dilated and glassy. I reach around and cup her sight breast, squeezing and pulling her back up against my chest."Bad girl," I whisper in her ear, and she lets out the cutest little moan. I have to fuck her. As in, I'm going to die if I don't get my cock inside her now. I need to own her completely. Punish her with the roughness fucking of her life until she screams my name and learns I'm the only male who will ever crack her fucking code. Then I'll start over again, slowly. Lick the pain away make her come over and over again until she weeps. But I dont trust my control around her, so I settle for flipping her back around, picking her up by waist, and plunking her down to sit on the counter. "Did you like your spanking baby?""Y-yes."I love her honesty I shove her knees apart and bringing my thumb to the seam of her jeans, right over her pussy.She arches into me and catches my shoulders, her head falling back."Jackson...
But no- Kylie is human. And my employee. Because I am keeping her on, where I can watch her.Keep your enemies closer.I've already gone way to far with her. Any further, and I'd mark her, and then I'd have a word of new trouble on my hands. Forcing restraint I pull a clean towel from the cabinet and toss it to her. "Get out in the shower and warm up. I'll find you some dry clothes."I turn her around and proper her toward the shower stall, delivering another smack to her heart shaped ass. She makes a low purring sound in her throat and looks over her shoulder with heat. I bite back a groan it takes all my willpower to turn around and walk out, shutting the door behind me. GINRUMMY:His cell phone beeps. it's eight p.m. and he's still at SeCure, but that isn't unusual. It isn't unusual for half the employees there. They work flex time, and a lot of programmers do their work at night.It's MR. X calling.Yea
I tug down the hem of Jackson's sweatshirt. "I'm, uh, Kylie." I offer hoping to get an introduction back."Sam" Somehow I get the feeling he doesn't like me.Fuck. Is Jackson gay? "Are you and Jackson..?"His cold demeanor cracks with a flicker of a smile. "He's my brother." I gape. Clearly not a blood brother. They look nothing alike. "Looks like you were, um, out in the rain, too."The young man doesn't answer."I see you've met Sam." Jackson's deep voice sends tremors through my body, like after quakes from my climax. Climaxes. Plural. Because he was certainly responsible for both.I look from Jackson's huge mountain man frame and dark hair to the lean muscled fair man, and I'm not convinced they're not lovers. Especially because Sam shoots Jackson a. What the fuck? look.Why does that make me desperate to stake my claim on Jackson? But it's not my right. I am in big trouble with my employer and my blackmailers, and we need to make a game plan."Do you want to see what's on the thu
Without the lens of pack dynamics, she'll see him exactly as the Whipping boy she described in the Elevator. To make it worse, Sam flicks me a condemning look before he obeys. He pulls out a package of cold cuts, bread, and condiments and start making sandwich without asking what she likes. It annoys me more than it should, but Kylie's stomach complain again, and she looks appreciatively at the food, so figure it's okay."I'm going to take you home. You're going to come to work tomorrow, like nothing happened. Let me know if they make contact you again," I tell her as Sam makes the sandwich. She lets out an impatient puff of air, but lowers her chin."Yes, sir."My cock goes rock hard. Hearing those words, the same ones that normally annoy the hell out of me coming from kisses employees, feels like a total win. The time I picture her on her knees at my feet, gazing up with those beautiful, gold flecked eyes, waiting for my command.Sam slides the plate across the counter to Kylie.
He says nothing, and the space between us stretches like an invitation, a pool of real I could jump into if I only dared. Can I? Be real with someone who isn't a family member? No. My father's death proved that you can't trust anyone but family. But my lips move anyway. "I got stuck in a tight space once. There was no one around to help, and it took me hours to get out." I'm gripping the door handle so hard I might tear it off. Jackson reaches over and squeeze my hand. "I'm sorry that happened to you. You're safe now. You have your own exit. I'll pull over at a moment notice if you needed to bail. Okay?"Something tightens in my solar plexus as the torment of that particular trauma tries to come out. I suck in deep breaths. No fucking way I'm going to start bawling in Jackson King's car. Damn him dragging this out of me. "Hey." He releases my hand and contorts his arm to push on my solar plexus, the way he did in the Elevator. "You're okay." He starts to pull over, and I shake my