Page 20 of Dirty Little Secrets

XAIDEN

I lay in bed on Saturday night, replaying our conversation.

How she looked with her blouse unbuttoned, the swell of her breasts before finding the small cut on her arm above the red mark most likely will bruise.

Telling her to call me by my first name.

The way it sounded on her lips. I imagined all the ways I could make her say it repeatedly with my cock.

Fuck.

I’m kicking myself for going too far, but what I want more is to fucking slit Landon’s throat for touching her. She isn’t mine. I’m not into hurting women. Not unless they ask for it during sex and even then, I never go too far. Ever.

I close my eyes and try to stifle the headache creeping in. It always happens when I overthink. She could go to HR and file a complaint against me. But I didn’t force her to unbutton her blouse and she wouldn’t want to draw attention to the incident at the meeting.

But Mike is right. I saw it in her eyes. She’s innocent. An innocence that makes me overprotective, but what’s worse is the way I’m fantasizing about her. The depraved shit that crosses my mind when I look at her... has me thinking I should send her back to work with Kristina programming Emma.

This needs to stop.

My cellphone rings. Bash’s name s flashing on the screen.

“Yeah.”

“Sir, I got him.”

I press the pads of my fingers to my eyes knowing I could never send her back with Kristina. “I’ll be right there.”

I press the gas on my Koenigsegg Jesko. The only car in my garage that hits well over 300 mph.

I need to get to the warehouse at the docks and fast. It’s 3 am.

No traffic but there is still life on the streets.

I cross each intersection careful not to attract cops breaking every traffic law.

The less eyes I have on me the better. When I get back, I need to swipe the city’s camera feed.

I tap the touchscreen and press play, drowning out the brutal exhaust with “Dangerous” by Sleep Token. The look in her eyes when Landon grabbed her—raw pain and fury—flares in my memory. My rage ignites like a shot of adrenaline feeling the power of the car.

Ten minutes, later I pull into the dockyard near the warehouse, parking behind Bash’s blacked-out Chevelle. As I step inside through the back entrance, I find Bash seated calmly in front of Landon—hog-tied, groaning on the cold concrete.

“It smells like piss,” I mutter.

Landon twitches when he hears my voice. His head’s covered, and his mouth’s duct taped. Muffled whining escapes his throat.

“He pissed himself,” Bash says, spitting on the floor. He’s bigger than me—six foot five, barrel-chested, arms like tree trunks. Before I brought him to New York, he worked for my grandfather in Mexico. First as security. Now, full-time.

“Did you leave any marks?” I ask, kneeling to pull the black cover off Landon’s head.

“Not yet,” Bash says, stretching from his metal chair.

I rip the duct tape from Landon’s mouth.

“What the fuck, Drazen?” he spits. “You can’t be serious. Is this some kind of joke?”

I grab a fistful of his greasy hair. He yelps. I squeeze harder, annoyed at how slick it is from whatever gel he soaked it in. He’s a walking fire hazard.

“I assure you, it’s not a joke. I don’t think you realize what you’ve done.”

He snorts. “This is about Nori?” Blood dribbles from his split lip.

I glance at Bash.

He shrugs. “It’s not my fault he breaks easy.”

“You’re fucking her.”

I look back at Landon, lean close, jaw clenched. “If I were, you wouldn’t be breathing.”

“She’s just some broke bitch from Seattle. A nobody. Why the fuck do you care?”

Why do I care? I’m still figuring that out.

“Because I don’t let people fuck with my business—and Nori is my business. How would it look if my secretary gets assaulted on my watch?” I grind my heel into his bound hands until he screams. “Tell me, do you think pain teaches better than fear? ”

Every exec on my floor knows I deal with more than just software. But they don’t know the whole picture. This is my city. I control it. I keep the peace. And no one dares to test me.

“I—I’m sorry,” he sputters.

“You’re sorry,” I echo coldly.

Normally, Bash handles these things, but this is personal. If she truly belonged to me, Landon’s body parts would be floating in the East River.

I press harder on his hand. He lets out a wale. “If you touch her again,” I say, my voice razor-sharp, “if you so much as breath near her…” I draw my knife and hold it to his throat. Blood beads on the gleaming metal as the tip breaks skin. “Like I said, I’ll break it. Entiendes, puto?”

His eyes go wide. His body shakes. I pull the blade back slightly to let him answer.

He nods and I watch blood drip onto his collar thinking of all the ways I can cut him to pieces.

The things I would do…but I push those thoughts away.

I don’t run with the Kings anymore. My cousins run with the cartel.

I’m not that man anymore. The Spanish slipped.

I hate when that happens. Less people knowing my roots—the better. I hand the knife to Bash.

“You tell anyone about this, and Bash and I will pay you a visit. You’ll be fish food by the time they find what’s left.”

He nods frantically. “I understand. Please... let me go.”

I step back. He flops to his side like a sack of trash but there is barely a mark on him and that won’t do, not when he marked her skin. “Oh, I almost forgot. This is for Nori.”

I crack my fist into his face. His cheek splits. He goes limp.

“You knocked him out,” Bash says.

“I should’ve done worse.”

The darkest part of me wants to finish him. To snap. But I can’t. If I care too much, she becomes a weakness. And in my world, any weakness gets you killed.

“I think we should get rid of him,” Bash adds.

I’m tempted.

But I shake my head. “Too risky.”

Rumors would start.

People would talk.

That’s a risk I can’t afford. I shouldn’t have taken it this far, but something tells me Nori Summers needs someone in her corner.

I rush back, adrenaline still flowing through my veins, and head straight to Obsidian. By the time I make it inside, Red is already waiting.

Tonight, I need her to release the anger out of me. I can’t hold it in much longer. My control would slip come Monday, Nori will end up bent over my desk with her pussy and ass thoroughly ruined. Nori deserves better. Red doesn’t ask for better. Red begs to be ruined.

The Weeknd’s “Cry For Me croons softly through the overhead speakers. The room is dimly lit, the walls black and soundproof, designed for my use. She doesn’t know that.

Obsidian’s rules between us, claim anonymity.

No names. No faces. No attachments. Except tonight she can see me.

The app matches our preferences, and it’s like it read my mind when it found a match.

I don’t do soft. I don’t do intimacy. I fuck.

Hard. Without question. And tonight, the cameras stay off.

I don’t know who she is but it was also one of her conditions.

She’s clad in a slick, black latex suit covering her from head to toe, save from the opening over exposed space between her thigh.

Her red, razor-heeled boots dig into the mattress.

She’s on all fours, presenting her ass to me like an offering.

The only opening is her mouth and between her legs giving me full access to her ass and pussy.

I strip off my shirt, unbutton my pants, and let my cock spring free. I grab a couple of condoms, tear one open, and roll it on.

“Nod, if you want it hard?” I growl.

She turns her head over her shoulder and nods. That’s all I need. Submission. My fingers peel her pussy open. It’s soaked, slick, glistening, needy.

She shivers as I slide in.

“Fuck…” I moan, breath ragged.

I thrust deep and hard, bottoming out in one brutal stroke. Her body freezes then arches, her muscles clenching tight around me.

“You like it hard.” I pound into her hard, each thrust deeper, harder, my hips slapping against the back of her thighs. The shiny latex makes the sounds echo louder. She grips the sheets as I use her body like a release valve.

She’s perfect. Tight, responsive. Her body was made for this. A body without a face.

She squirms beneath me as I reach for the chain hanging on the wall above the bed. I grab it, slide a velvet-lined collar around her neck, and fasten the chain to the loop on the back. I give her slack––enough to breathe––but just enough to feel the threat of restraint.

“I’m going to choke the cum out this pussy,” I whisper against the black shell of her mask.

She nods eagerly.

I yank the chain, arching her back until her ass tilts higher, more exposed. Then I slam back into her, one hand on the chain, the other spanking her ass. The sounds echo, her moans grow wilder, frantic. The bottle of lube is beside her right palm flat against the mattress.

I unscrew it, coat her pussy and tight little hole. I work my thumb inside her ass, circling it slowly, pressing just enough to make her gasp.

“This ass,” I growl, “was made to fuck.”

Hers is perky. Not too big or too small. It’s just the right size. Her hips roll, her way to beg for more. She’s the perfect sacrifice for the demon I need to exorcise.

I pull out, flip her onto her back, her heels digging into the mattress as her thighs part. The chain pulls, taut, keeping her close.

“Spread your pussy for me.”

She obeys. Her gloved fingers part her swollen folds. Her pussy is red, glistening, trembling. I spit. A long, thick string lands right on her clit. She moans, spreading it with two fingers.

“Your pussy fucks like it’s begging for my cum,” I rasp.

She nods slowly, sticking out her tongue through the slit covering her mouth, hips grinding into the bed. She’s fucking insatiable. I can’t see her face, but I don’t need to. Her body tells me everything it wants. I enter her again, dragging her closer by the chain.

She braces herself on her elbows, watching my cock stretch her. “Watch,” I order. “Watch what you do to me.”

Her head tilts forward. I thrust harder, deeper. She cries out, the sound feral, ragged. Her thighs tremble.

When she starts matching my rhythm, grinding against me with wild, desperate thrusts, I know she’s about to come.

I let her. Her body convulses. Her legs tremble. She screams. I pull out just in time, tear off the condom, and stroke my cock in front of her face.

“Stick out your tongue. Be a good whore and drink my cum.”

She mewls. Then her tongue is out and my orgasm rips through me. I come in hot, thick ropes. It lands on her tongue, the spandex cover her face, chest coating the glossy suit.

She laps it up like it’s the best thing she’s tasted. Chasing every drop like it’s the last.

I’m not done.

Not even close.

I grab her by the hips. Her ass is next.

But first, I slide my nose along the side of her mask. Up her jaw. My tongue flicks over the fabric covering her cheek. “Turn around,” I whisper, with promise. “I’m just getting started.”