Page 18 of Gluttony (Seven Deadly Sins #4)

Chapter Fourteen

Hadley

Looks to me like our Little Rabbit is now heading straight to our apartment. But why?

I keep my distance as she nears the building, watching her step inside. She won’t get very far. The doorman is like a rottweiler when it comes to guests in the building. If they don’t have a pass or Gary hasn’t explicitly been given their name for his visitor list, they ain’t getting in for shit.

Orion is out until late, making deals and securing market space for our artists, doing his thing, and Hayes was still in the office when Bowie left. This means nobody is in our apartment right now…I have it all to myself…And I’m nothing if not a rule breaker.

I always hated that no women in the apartment rule anyway.

If she’s gonna come all the way here, I really ought to give her something to come for. I can’t help snickering to myself. I’m funny as fuck.

Picking up my pace, I reach the building and casually walk in, as I always do, without any fucks to give and crunching on my Tic Tacs.

“Evenin’, Gazza.” I look toward Gary and grin, feigning surprise when I see Bowie standing there with her hands on her hips and her cute little face all red with anger.

“Good evening, Mr. Beckett.” Gary half-smiles before giving his attention back to Bowie. I can see he’s ready to continue dealing with the situation without getting me involved, because he’s fucking brilliant at his job, but I spare him the need to do so.

“You can leave this one with me, Gazza. I got this.” I throw him a wink and wrap my arm around Bowie’s shoulders, beginning to lead her away toward the elevator. “Well well well, Little Rabbit. To what do I owe the pleasure?”

She doesn’t try to struggle, but I can see the confusion with the squint of her eyes.

“I forgot to give Orion this contract today and I didn’t think you’d want to call me to meet you all at a club again, so I took the initiative and came to hand deliver it.” Pulling out a small stack of papers from her bag, she holds it up triumphantly as we wait for the elevator.

The bullshit coming out of her mouth makes me smile. I’ve got to give it to her, she’s a tryer.

“You took the initiative?” Repeating what someone says back to them as a question generally makes them begin to fumble over their lies.

“That’s what I said, yes. So here I am. Delivering.” The elevator pings and the door slides open.

“Here you are, ey?” I follow her inside and stand beside her.

“Yes. Is Orion in your apartment?” Leaning forward, she pushes the button for the top floor and scowls when nothing happens.

I shake my head and wave my wrist over the scanner and the doors slide closed with a light ping—my watch holds the chip because I was always losing the fucking thing.

In this enclosed space, trapped and alone with me, Bowie looks hotter than ever.

She’s the forbidden fruit I want to sink my teeth into.

I could take her right here and now, fuck her into oblivion and make her see stars before tying her to my bed so she’s helpless and at my mercy, but it’s too easy.

There’s no chase, and I like to take the time to catch my prey first, rather than use the convenience of an elevator ride.

I don’t answer her question, but I am staring directly into her soul. The way she’s glaring back excites me because her eye contact is strong. She’s not shying away, she’s not wilting, if anything, she’s hiding her hunger for more as much as I am.

The elevator pings and the doors glide open, but the stare-off doesn’t end yet. Then the doors begin to close after I don’t know how long, which finally makes her move. A little panic flashes through her eyes right before she looks away and steps out with me hot on her heels.

“Why are you always so intense?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Rushing forward, I kick my foot out and trip Bowie, making her stumble, but before she hits the floor, I grab her around the waist and bring her back to fully standing.

“This! This is what I’m talking about.” Her lips are pursed, her green eyes are narrowed, but she doesn’t struggle to break free of my hold.

I like the feel of her in my arms. If I squeezed too hard, all of her bones would break with a quick snap.

“You fell for me, Little Rabbit. What was I to do but catch you?”

“You tripped me and used it as an excuse. Are we going to stand here all day or are you going to let me into your apartment?”

Clever Rabbit.

Lifting her with one arm, I wave my other wrist over the scanner for the door and quickly bring her inside. Again, she doesn’t struggle. Accepting her fate.

I want her to struggle a little, though.

I don’t think I like this compliant thing.

It’s boring.

Sighing heavily, I let her go. She essentially does fall to the floor this time, with a nice little thud and a squeal.

“Such a dick.”

“What was that about my dick?” I grip her by the back of the head, scrunching her luscious red locks between my fingers, and tilt her head up from where she’s still kneeling.

“I’d let you suck it but my balls are so fucking blue I’d blow my load in seconds.

” Winking, I release my grip and walk toward the kitchen, leaving her by the entrance. “Make sure the door’s closed, will ya?”

There’s some muffled mumbling before the sound of the door slamming makes me smile, then I hear the clip clap of her heels against the hardwood floor as she makes her way to me.

“Is Orion here? I can take a look aroun—”

“No, and no.” Opening the fridge, I take out the strawberry sauce before pulling open a drawer and grinning when I see the sellotape—AKA Scotch tape. This’ll do nicely.

“Okay. Can I use your bathroom?”

She specifically came here to see Orion, yet she’s not bothered that she’s wasted a journey.

“No. But you can take that little power-skirt off and bend over the island.” Slamming both the fridge and drawer closed, I turn to stare at her, my brows raised in a challenge.

“What?” Instead of looking horrified, her pale skin has a beautiful pink hue and her pupils are already blown with lust.

“Skirt off. Bend over. Hold the taps.”

Her cute little nose scrunches up in confusion. “Hold the what now?”

Americans…

Chuckling, I point to the taps in question. “Hold on to the faucet.” That is conveniently placed in the middle of our kitchen island worktop and will make her strain just enough that it doesn’t hurt.

There’s another stare-off happening, only this time I can practically see her mind trying to work out if this is a good idea or not.

It’s not.

“What happened to being professional? Not dipping your pen in the company ink?” With a huff, she plants a hand on her hip, trying desperately to take control of the situation.

She won’t.

“Professional and my name have never been used in the same sentence, Little Rabbit. But you’re welcome to leave. Right now. Just walk out the door and go home.”

She furrows her brow, the confusion from before making another appearance.

“If you stay, I’m going to tape your hands to the faucet and fuck you from behind after I get a good taste of your pussy.”

Her eyes widen, but she still doesn’t move.

“If you’re not out of this apartment, with the door closed behind you, by the time I count down from five, I’m taking that as consent. I don’t need your words, Little Rabbit…Five…”

As if she’s getting ready to stand up to a bully, she squares her shoulders and lifts her chin.

“You wouldn’t dare.”

Those words are the red flag to my bull and I can feel the sinister smile stretching my lips as I tilt my head to the side.

“Four…” I take a step closer to her and she steps back. “Three…”

“Fine. I’ll give the papers to Orion tomorrow.” She huffs and pushes the paperwork she’s been holding into her bag.

“Two…”

For someone who knows this is a bad idea as much as I do, she’s moving real slow toward the door so I take a few steps backward…to give her a chance.

“Thanks for the hospitality, Mr. Beckett. See you at the office.”

“One.”

Her squeal is fucking delightful as I rush her, pushing my shoulder into her stomach and lifting her arse up. Perfect for spanking…resulting in another squeal from her gorgeous lips.

“If the office is the next place you wanna see me…I can make that happen.” Another spank…another squeal.

I can’t help myself. Twisting my head and biting her arse cheek right before I put her down, I turn her so her back is to my chest before we make eye contact…as requested. Sort of.

Gripping the back of her head, I push her down onto the worktop. Head down, arse up. Fucking perfection. Even better when I push her skirt up to her waist, revealing that she isn’t wearing any knickers.

“Forget to put something on this morning, Little Rabbit? Or did you do it on purpose? Hoping me or one of my brothers would do exactly this? Are you a dirty little slut?” She gasps and I swear I can visibly see the wetness around her core growing, practically fucking glistening in the harsh kitchen lighting.

The irresistible urge to lick her takes over and I bend, allowing a low growl to escape my throat as I spread her legs, push my face into her pussy, and devour her.

More squeals and some breathy moans from her spur me on, and just as I press my fingers against her clit while I lap her up, she attempts to fully stand. So I stop everything and straighten up, pushing her back down so her chest is flat against the surface.

“Now, that’s not behaving.” I spank her already pink arse cheek, making her jolt, but she stays in position as I lean all the way over her, picking up the sellotape from beside her.

“Hold on.” I physically move her arms so her hands can grip the faucet, then I begin wrapping the tape around her closed fists.

“Wha—”

“Talking time for you ended as soon as I got to one. Now all I wanna hear are your moans and screams.” I whisper the words into her ear as I’m still leaning over her, licking her earlobe for good measure once I’m finished. “There. All wrapped up.”

Next, I pick up the strawberry sauce and flip the cap before tipping the bottle and allowing the contents to drizzle over Bowie’s bare arse…down her crack…

It looks a little like blood, although it’s a little too light to really pass for true claret. It’s still fucking stunning. Seeing the red juice sliding across her skin, rounding the curves that I desperately want to bite again.

Fuck it.

I sink my teeth into the flesh of her arse again, then I suck and lick around her puckered hole, lapping up the juices, all while preparing her pussy with my fingers. She writhes and moans and eagerly pushes her arse into my face for more.

“You’re a needy thing, aren’t you.” Not a question. “Look at you, bent over in my kitchen, waiting for a good fucking, an orgasm however you can get it. The way your cunt is weeping tells me you’ve been ready for this for as long as I have.”

She whimpers when I stop to admire the mess I’ve made so far, picturing how it’s going to look covered in my cum mixed in there.

Unzipping my jeans, I pull out my cock and pump it a few times, unable to help myself from gathering a drop of pre-cum between my fingers.

I lick my lips as I lean over her again, my dick slipping nicely between her thighs and sliding against the combination of her juices and the strawberry sauce.

“Open wide.” Without waiting for her to obey, I push my fingers between her lips, forcing her to taste me. She licks it up with gluttonous enthusiasm, biting down on my finger and seemingly desperate for more.

Of course it hits me now that I can’t actually fuck her. We haven’t exactly been rolling in pussy lately, concentrating on our business, therefore we have zero fucking condoms in the apartment.

Fuck.

Okay. Looking around the kitchen, I eye what we have available, then I remember what I saw in the fridge when I took out the strawberry sauce. Courgette.

With a quick tap to Bowie’s arse, I move toward the fridge and take out the dick-shaped fruit that is technically called a zucchini in the U.S. Whatever…

Taking my cock in hand, I position myself behind Bowie again and pump.

At the same time, I spit on her pussy and rub it in with the fruit, carefully edging it into her hole more and more.

I need my other hand so I let go of my cock and begin playing with her clit, which makes the fruit slide in easily as Bowie almost bucks with pleasure.

Her screams are like fucking music to my ears as I push in and out, admiring the sight of her widened hole and swollen lips. I desperately want to be inside her, but as stupid as I know I can be, I’m not sexually-transmitted-disease stupid.

Wouldn’t mind getting this one pregnant though…now there’s a thought…

Throwing the courgette on the tiled floor, sodden with her juices, I push four fingers into her, cupping them in just the right way, and I push in and out, in and out, faster and faster.

I match the speed with my other hand back on my cock, feeling myself getting closer as I punish Bowie’s pussy.

She screams out again, this one louder than the others, and my hand is suddenly soaked.

I let loose a low growl and suck on my fingers, the taste bringing on my own orgasm, which I aim straight at her pink cheeks.

Strings of my cum decorate her skin and her hitched up skirt, giving me a deep sense of satisfaction as I watch her arse move up and down with her heavy breaths.

She still doesn’t speak, and I admire her restraint. But also…leaving her like this will be a great welcome home for Hayes and Orion.

Walking around the kitchen island so I’m now facing her, I bend down to her level.

“Next time you come to this apartment uninvited…be prepared to stay forever.”

Her eyes widen, her pupils blown, and I think she’s actually a little speechless.

Perfect.

“Good girl.” I wink and leave her there, taped to the faucet with her sauce and cum-covered arse bare, facing the entrance to the kitchen so my brothers will get a fucking fantastic glimpse when they get home. They may even take her for a ride themselves.

Maybe I should prepare them, tell Orion to bring condoms…

Nah. I wanna surprise them.

Not fucking her is probably my biggest regret for tonight, and even though this was fun, it was also far too easy.

“Come back! What the f—” Her cries for escape are cut off when I close my bedroom door, and I wonder how long she’ll go for before she gives up, or before one of my brothers gets home…

Fuck it.

I’m going to bed.

Might need another wank after all that.