I meet Keely in the city at the Ashcroft Industries headquarters. I want to see what the old man built on his lifetime of betrayal, and when I get there, it’s everything I expected: a massive, fuck-off testament to lies and deception. There’s no mention of my dad, or everything he sacrificed to build the company. The glossy brochure in the waiting area doesn’t even say that he started this place from nothing with Ashcroft, it’s all boasting and puff pieces about the bastard himself.
He deleted my father from history so completely, it’s like he never existed.
I pace around, impatient. Keely’s meetings have run long, and although some assistant runs up to offer me a drink every five minutes, I don’t want to spend another minute here more than necessary.
There’s no point in stalking around and getting to know the place, when soon enough, I’ll see it all destroyed.
Finally, the doors at the end of the hall open. Keely comes out, laughing with some guy right beside her, a tall guy in a suit.
What the fuck?
I tense, seeing the way he leans in to murmur something in her ear. She smiles up at him, and he rests his hand on her arm for a moment.
Jealousy slams through me.
I stride over to them. Keely turns, seeing me. “Vaughn!” She smiles. “This is Cam McCullough. He was second in command to Ashcroft, so he’s been explaining everything to me.”
I meet Cam’s eyes with a glare. Back the fuck off, I tell him without words, but the guy doesn’t flinch, just holds out his hand for me to shake.
“Great to meet you,” he says. “And Keely, I’ll see you tomorrow, bright and early.”
She laughs. “I’ll be right here, but I’ll need something stronger than tea.”
“Whatever you need, I’m at your service.” Cam salutes.
I bet he is. I watch his gaze move over her body, the round globes of her ass high and tight under her skirt, and it makes me want to punch his lights out.
“You ready to go?” I ask Keely, fighting to keep my cool.
“I’m all yours.” She smiles, tucking a hand through my arm. I glare at Cam over my shoulder as we walk away.
You hear that, buddy? Look all you want. She’s mine.
“You mind if we do some shopping?” Keely asks as the elevator doors slide shut.
I grab her right away and kiss her hard against the wall. I thrust my tongue deep into her mouth and feel her body go slack against me.
That’s right, try thinking about some other guy when all you want is my dick buried to the fucking hilt.
The doors open. I release her, and she stumbles, losing her balance. I take her arm and guide her outside. “Are you done with the meetings?” I demand, wanting to get the hell out of there.
She blinks, still flustered. “For today, but I need to pick up a few things while we’re in the city. I’m going to need all kinds of new clothes for these meetings. This won’t cut it,” she sighs, looking down. “Not to mention cocktail dresses and a gown for the gala the company is throwing this weekend...”
“A gala?” I ask, half-listening.
“For charity. Ashcroft ran it every year...”
As we catch a cab to 5th Avenue, Keely talks about what a saint and a martyr old man Ashcroft was. I blank it out, still rattled by my jealous rage upstairs. I don’t get jealous. I never give a fuck enough to care. But seeing that Cam guy’s hand on Keely’s arm made me see red.
What the fuck is wrong with me? Why should I care if some dumb schmuck gets a hard-on looking at the girl? It doesn’t mean she’s going to drop to her knees for him. Keely’s not like that.
But what if she is?
I feel a chill. I trusted a woman once. I even thought I loved her, back when I believed that love even existed. But she was just playing games with me, tying me up in knots until the day she fucked me over and betrayed me.
I look at Keely, so open and sweet. So eager to please me, she’ll take my cock any place, any time and beg for more. I want to believe she’s different, that she would never do that to me.
But I thought that about Julianne too, and look what the fuck happened there.
Love is bullshit. They all betray you in the end.
We hit Saks so Keely can grab the things she needs. The clerk ushers her into a dressing room. I move to follow.
“Sorry, sir. No men allowed.” The older woman stops me. “But you’re welcome to wait here.” She gestures to a seating area, filled with other pussy-whipped guys toting handbags and carriers.
I flash her a panty-dropping smile, the kind that makes women fall flat on the floor and spread their legs. “You can bend the rules, I’m sure.”
Right on cue, the woman blushes. “I don’t know...”
“I won’t tell.” I lean in to whisper in her ear, letting my lips brush against her skin. “It’ll be our little secret.”
I feel her shiver. “I suppose...” She bites her lip, looking around. “Go on, before someone sees.”
“Thanks, doll.” I wink, and she turns bright red. Poor woman, I bet she hasn’t been fucked right in years. Hell, she’s probably going to lock herself in the storage room right now and get herself off, rubbing hard as she imagines me sinking deep in her cunt.
Don’t say I never contribute to society.
The dressing room is empty, except a drawn curtain at the end. I yank it open.
Keely lets out a shriek. “You scared me,” she gasps. She’s zipping up a silky little cocktail dress. It’s got a tight bodice that shoves her breasts high together: two ripe peaches, just waiting for a juicy bite.
My dick approves.
I pull the curtain shut behind us.
“What do you think?” Keely spins around, looking self-conscious. “It’s expensive, but I guess this stuff is important now, so I look like I fit in.”
“I like it,” I murmur, drinking in the sight of her. “I’ll like it more when it’s shoved up around your waist.”
Keely catches my gaze. Her cheeks go red. “Vaughn,” she whispers, like she knows what I’m planning for her.
But she doesn’t know. Not even close.
There’s noise outside, another person being shown to a room, but I don’t care. If anything, it makes this even better.
“Turn around,” I tell her softly. “Put your hands against the mirror.”
Keely’s eyes flare with excitement. She does as I say.
I watch her standing obediently, her legs spread and waiting for me, her body arched against the glass. I can see her face reflected in the mirror: the glazed desire on her face.
“That’s right, baby,” I murmur, making her wait. “I’m the one in control here. Only me. I can make you beg, make you scream. And you know damn sure I can make you climax like you’ve never come before.”
Keely shudders, her breath coming in pants. My cock grows harder. Fuck, I want to be buried deep in that wet, delicious pussy. I want to see those breasts crushed up against the mirror with every hard slam.
How does she do this to me? She’s turning my whole world upside down, making me feel all this shit I never wanted to feel again. But now...
Now I can make it so she never betrays me.
I step forwards, leaning in close. “You look so classy like this, don’t you? Refined. People would never guess what a dirty girl you are.” I lean closer murmuring in her ear. “I wonder what they’d say if they knew the truth. That you’ve come screaming on your hands and knees with my tongue up your ass and my fingers buried deep in that dripping cunt.”
Keely’s eyes dilate with lust. She juts her ass back, trying to rub against my rock-hard dick. I step back. I won’t give her what she needs.
Julianne was a lifetime ago, back when I was a green kid who didn’t know dick about dominating a woman. Keely will be different. I’ve only begun to show her what it means to submit to me. She thinks she knows what it’s like to want me, to go crazy needing my cock?
Not yet she doesn’t.
I’m going to make her so fucking horny, she won’t have room to think of another man.
“I know, baby,” I croon. “I know you want it now. Right here in this dressing room... You’re wet for me, gagging for it.”
I can see her nipples tighten, the way her legs tremble. Damn right, she’s weak for me. Hungry for a good hard pounding.
“You act so good for the rest of them,” I growl. “So prim and proper. But I know your secret. Deep down, you want it dirty, don’t you? You want me to shove you up against this mirror right now and fuck you with every inch of my cock until you lose your mind.”
“Yes,” she whispers, flushing. “Oh God, Vaughn, yes.”
The sound of her begging makes everything disappear, until it’s just me and her, and my raging hard-on and her luscious body, desperate for me.
At my mercy. It’s simple now, the way it’s supposed to be.
I need this power. I have to have her surrender.
“No one else makes you feel this way,” I growl, still not touching her. “Nobody. You belong to me, you understand? I’m the only one who has rights over this body, and I’ll take it any way I damn please. Say it!”
“Nobody else,” Keely breathes. “Only you!”
Damn straight.
“I want your cock inside me.”
Her voice whispers through me. I look up. She’s watching me in the mirror now -- her eyes fixed determinedly on mine.
A smile plays on her lips as she slowly licks her lips. “I want you sliding all the way inside,” Keely murmurs. “I want to feel you, so deep, stretching my tight, slick pussy.”
Oh shit. Blood rushes to my dick, so hard it hurts. Hearing those dirty words from her innocent mouth... Fuck, it drives me crazy.
Keely keeps her gaze on me. “You know what it feels like, tight and wet for you,” she whispers, arching her back. Showing off those ripe breasts, her nipples straining at the dress. Wiggling that firm ass, tempting me with her curves.
I groan. Dammit! I’m supposed to be the one in control. I want to make her beg, and instead, I’m panting like a fucking school-boy who can’t get laid.
“You want me on my knees and begging for you?” she challenges. “I want it too. I want you to tie me down, and fuck me until I can’t walk for days. I want your dick pounding into me, no holding back. Every inch, Vaughn, I want to feel every single inch.”
Jesus. I suck in a ragged breath. She’s pushing back, turning the tables, and hell, it makes me want her even more. I need her on her knees, on her back, bent double with my cock shoved up her ass screaming my name.
I crave her sweet cunt more than anything. And that’s a serious fucking problem.
I wrench myself away and stride out, leaving her up against the mirror, waiting for my dick. I power through the department store, shoving people out of my way. I need to put as much distance between us as possible before I lose my fucking mind.
She’s got a hold on me I can’t explain, and dammit, I can’t risk falling again.