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Brent

G od, I loved punching men in the face.

I gripped him by his collar and pummeled him over and over with my right, ringed hand. The sound of my fist connecting into someone’s face made my world slip away into temporary bliss. Blood on my hand gave me a high that nothing else could compare to.

He also deserved it for trying to fuck over the family business. While the Dictator was a pain in my ass and got on me far too much, he granted me the serenity of violence inflicted upon others every now and then.

This time, we had a thief in the ranks, stealing some of the product after a delivery overseas. That wouldn’t fly seeing as we ran a tight ship.

“I’m sorry boss!” He yelled in pain, giving me spikes of excitement with every punch I laid on him.

“No. You’re. Not.” Each punch perfectly marked each word. Throwing him to the ground, blood smearing his face, I growled, “You’re sorry you got caught.”

I held him down by my boot, spitting on him for good measure.

My phone started ringing in my back pocket. I checked the screen to see who was calling me at this hour.

Phone call: Blondie

“Sit still, this is an important phone call.” I dug my boot in deeper.

I answered, blood smearing on my phone as I swiped. “Hello?” My voice was a light, excited purr in response to her choosing to call me. Thank God I put my number in her phone.

Her voice was on edge, but still so sweet to hear. “Hey, so I need to cash in that delivery promise right now.”

The idiot under my boot squirmed as he tried to get out from under me. I bent down and pressed my knee into his chest–we weren’t done here. “Like, right now?”

A moment of silence filled her end of the call. Was she going to retract? “What are you doing?”

Ah, I made too much noise with the little idiot. “Nothing, Blondie. I’ll be over with your delivery in...” I checked the time while covering his mouth. No way I’d let him interrupt my girl finally reaching out to me for once. “An hour, tops. See you soon.”

I hung up quickly and smacked him across the face.

Dropping my voice to a sinister growl, I leaned further into him, grabbing his cheeks. “Tonight is the luckiest night of your pathetic fucking life. If I ever see your ugly face again, a beating will be the least of your worries. Capiche?”

He nodded, fear in his eyes.

“Good, good.” I released his face, giving it a light but forceful slap. “Don’t make me regret this or you’ll have an immediate appointment to meet your maker.”

Trying not to sprint to my bike knowing I was on the clock, I didn’t want her to be waiting for too long and change her mind. Not when I was making so much progress with her.

She was going to be mine.

Ding!

The door to the diner opened, announcing my arrival. I broke far too many traffic laws to get here, get her food, and get back on time.

Martha quickly made her way around the counter, looking around me. “Where’s the girl? Brent, so help me if you scared away the first girl I got to meet...Is that blood on your ear?” She went from wagging her finger at me to cleaning up the blood on my ear.

I didn’t have much time to clean up.

Martha was the woman who raised me. When my mother handed me over to the Dictator, he hired anyone who dared try to calm my wild nature. He didn’t have time for it himself. I couldn’t blame him–running the conglomerate didn’t leave time to look at a child more than once a week, let alone raise them.

I never knew if she met my mother before she killed herself, but I never dared to ask. I accepted my life for what it was–shitty. Plus, opening up about mommy problems? No thanks.

I held up my hands. “Chill, Mom , she’s the one who sent me here! Don’t worry about the blood.”

Her shoulders relaxed while she cleaned me up, her smile returning. “Oh! I am so glad. The one girl I ever met and she’s gone instantly? I would beat you silly if you did that to me; my old heart couldn’t take it,” she said, gripping her chest in her typical dramatics.

She was the only one who could draw a smile out of me. “She’s not going anywhere, Martha. Anyway,” I held up my box. “I need this stuffed to the brim with whatever she ordered last time.”

Giddy as could be, she took the box. “I love a girl who can eat. Tell me about her while they cook up the food.”

We spent a few minutes–like mother and son–catching up and talking about Fallon. Martha never saw me with girls–I never stuck around long enough to get names most times. But Fallon? I knew from the moment I first saw her that I would pursue her until I died. She was the flame and I was the moth.

But getting attached to my grandfather’s business partner’s daughter? Not my plans, but she was sure to be stuck with me forever.

What I loved the most was how she pretended to hate me. The disgusted looks she gave me made my dick hard. Her little suspicious glances she threw up to hide her attraction only made me want to throw her down and have my way with her more. She was conflicted in her feelings, that much was clear. Unlike the other girls who threw themselves at me left and right, Fallon had an innate distrust of me and wanted to run the other way.

Good thing I was willing to give chase to her. That goody little two shoes.

“Here’s the food, sweetheart!” Martha emerged from the kitchen, placing the box on the counter.

I fished out a few hundreds and left them for her.

Why I needed to pay when I owned the place? Eh, it made me feel normal.

I showed up to Fallon’s house five minutes over the hour. There was no way I’d be late and have her change her mind.

Convincing her to let me in wouldn’t be terribly difficult, but I wanted her to want me there just as badly as I wanted to be there. The girl kept me on my toes.

Kelly went to bed, leaving just the two of us sitting at the table after a strange interaction between the two of them. I didn’t plan on leaving tonight–not that she had the option. I wanted to feel the softness of her skin all over again, no matter what it took.

There was also the need to make her aware of the Dictator’s plans and how she’d be involved.

See? I can do business too.

From what I remembered, her mother was a force to be reckoned with, and my grandfather took an interest in her ferocity. Something I could see developing well in Fallon. Maria came from absolutely nothing and had a vision with the willpower to make it happen. A brutal woman some called her.

Which is exactly what my grandfather wanted–brutality in the form of a gorgeous woman to take the world by storm. She made connections quickly and could sell ice to a penguin given the chance. So, my grandfather put some opportunities in her wake and watched her run straight to the top.

Under one condition: she needed to help him with the black market deals by being a pretty face no one would question. She did, and she did it well.

My grandfather wouldn’t accept any less from her daughter.

Her throat bobbed and I could see some fear in her eyes. She was in an ocean without a boat.

How she softened me like this, I’ll never know. “My grandfather and I run a large scale operation in the black market. Arms, drugs, shit like that. Your properties across the globe are places we use as meeting points and safe houses. My grandfather expects complete cooperation.”

She shook her head, partly confused, and partly horrified. The welcome party to the elites and how we ran the world must have felt like a bullet to the chest. From the little information I had about her and her mothers relationship, it appeared her mother shielded her too much from the shit show that was the top one percent.

One didn’t get rich and stay clean at the same time. If you believed that, you’d be a fool.

“I don’t...” she trailed off, her face said horrified and her body slumped into a hopeless pile in her chair.

Hopefully she didn’t puke again.

“I know,” I replied, voice soft. “But it’s better you find out now so you can prepare yourself for what comes next. Leadership.” I stood up to gather the food and put it in the fridge. No cleaning for her while her worldview kept crumbling day by day.

She stood when I did, legs shaky, trying to find her footing. “Is it bad that I keep feeling like something horrible is about to happen at any moment?”

I pondered that while sealing up the food, placing it all in the fridge. “I think I would say that’s a normal response. If you weren’t, I’d say you fit right in with the rest of us. Paranoia is a natural feeling and a lot of people feel it. My grandfather gets paranoid. Granted, it’s in a different way.”

“And what’s your motive for being here? Why are you here?”

Her question made me stop and look at her. Why she consumed my thoughts would be a better question. Why was I drawn to her, wanting her to drag me under with her?

“It’s in both of our best interests that I help you,” I said quietly, closing up the fridge.

“What about before the scandal crap?”

“What about it? I told you before that you’re different and I liked it. What’s so difficult about me being interested in you for more than one reason?”

She approached me, big blue eyes staring up at me. They had a sheen across them–sadness glazing them over. Her brows furrowed while her mind worked, but her face held the most innocent thinking expression. I almost melted into the floor.

Laying a hand on my chest, breathing deeply, she spoke softly. “You’re Brent Vaughn.”

I gripped her wrist and pressed her hand harder into my chest. “And you’re Fallon Montgomery,” I teased, lowering myself closer to her.

“What makes the most prolific bad boy interested in me? Why do you like me?” Her fingers ever so gently squeezed my chest in response to me pressing her hand further into my chest.

Grab my heart. Take it.

I brought my hand up to sweep some of her hair before cupping her face. “I like you, Blondie, because I love challenges and things I don’t deserve. You’re such a hard one to get to pay attention to me. I like it.”

Her lips parted in disbelief. A small breath escaped them and a light turned on behind her eyes. She had a life to her I wanted to feel, to explore. She seemed so much more alive than anyone else I’d ever met.

“I, uh–” she stuttered, trying to look away. I held her hand firmly in place on my chest.

“What?” I tilted my head to follow where her eyes drifted to, wanting to hold her gaze. “Talk to me. If you don’t want to talk, I can think of something else we can do with our mouths.”

Dropping her eyes to the floor, I refused to let her look away. Grabbing her chin, I forced her to look back up to me. “I don’t want either of those,” she said, her voice barely a whisper.

“Such a little lair.” I dipped my face to hers and met her lips with mine. The way her hand gripped my shirt told me everything I needed to know about what she wanted.

Fuck, her lips are so soft.

Until she pulled away. “Isn’t this a conflict of interest?”

Growing impatient of her clothes still on her body, I slipped her up and over my shoulder, carrying her down to her bedroom. I’d never get tired of doing it, even when she beat on my back with her fists the whole way while she told me she hated me and to put her down.

Fat chance.

Locking the bedroom door, I tossed her onto the bed. Her eyes were wide in disbelief and her mouth was agape. “Wh-what are you doing?”

I grinned, climbing onto the bed and prowled towards her. “Whatever I want. Just like you told me to do.”

She backed away from me. “That’s not what I meant.”

“That’s what you said.” Grabbing her legs, I yanked her back to me. “Don’t say things so carelessly, babe. What was it you said last time? I want more?”

Completely underneath me, she squirmed under my touch. So cute. So innocent.

Her breathing sped up, hitching in the most adorable way. “Brent...”

“Yes?” I kissed her neck while my hands re-explored her body. I wanted to memorize every inch and feel her soft skin until the end of time.

Goosebumps spread across her skin, her back arched. “I-I...” she squeaked.

Sitting back, I pulled my shirt off, reveling in how she drank up my body with her eyes. She laid there, speechless, while her gaze drifted down to my pants. Her throat bobbed while she took in the bulge that formed in my pants. I grabbed her hands and put them on my belt. “Take this belt off for me, Blondie.”

She bit her lip, unsure of what to do. Those vibrant eyes met mine with a spark of desire, and she held my gaze while slowly undoing my belt. Pulling it free, she tossed it aside and unbuttoned my jeans, slowly lowering the zipper.

My pulse races, each breath shallow and quick, an insatiable hunger for her touch consumed me. Shoving my pants to the ground, my dick was readily apparent in my boxers. I watched curiously as she hesitated in reaching out for it.

Trying to control my urges, I whispered, “Don’t be shy.”

Her hand steadied and gripped my cock through my boxers, and I swore I could have came right then and there out of pure excitement. Releasing a low moan, she drew her eyes back up to mine. “Is it okay if I don’t know what to do?”

Fuck.

“What is it you want to do?” It was incredibly hard to focus with her grasping my cock and looking at me with those innocent doe eyes.

Grabbing the waistband of my boxers, she pulled them down to reveal what was underneath–my cock fully hard with need for her. She replaced her hand and started stroking it.

“Mhm,” I groaned. My legs threatened to give out standing there.

She tucked her hair behind her ears and looked ready to open her mouth for me. God, what that mouth must feel like. “Can I...” she trailed off, looking intimidated by the size.

“Just tell me what you want,” I gritted through my teeth. I needed her so badly I was about to throw her down and take her until we both became puddles on the floor.

She kept stroking me as she stood, eyes playing a dangerous game with me. Our mouths crashed together and I moaned into her mouth–that hand stroking me being far too much of a tease. A small moan rolled from her lips and into the kiss before she shoved me onto the bed.

“I want you to lay there,” she said as she straddled me, coming back to plant her mouth on mine again.

Fully clothed, she taunted me with the way her hips moved over me. The confidence she had grew with how I responded to her touching me and I could tell she was working up the nerve to use her mouth.

I gripped her gently by the hair, holding her face back from mine. “Are you working up the nerve to use your mouth, Blondie?”

A sheepish smile formed on her lips–those soft lips.

Fuck, I couldn’t help myself.

“Go ahead. Use your mouth for me.” I released her hair, another adorable squeak coming from her.

How I wanted to fuck that throat of hers.

She balanced herself to where her mouth was so, so close to my cock. I waited impatiently before she opened wide and took my entire cock into it. A guttural groan of relief escaped me when she took me in completely.

“Just like that,” I moaned, slowly guiding her head movements.

She gripped the base with her hand and added a stroking motion while she bobbed her head up and down. What a fucking natural.

And how I couldn’t wait to be inside her again, pounding those sounds out of her, making her scream my name.

With her newfound confidence by listening to my moans of approval, she furrowed her eyebrows in cute determination to make me cum for her. Just like I’d done to her.

“Yes, baby, just like that.” I stroked her hair, keeping up the praise.

Thinking to when I was balls deep inside her, eating her out, and even just touching her, I felt the build up coming. That mouth was doing otherworldly things to me while I watched her with sweetly fierce determination to make me feel good.

My core tightened and I felt it coming. “Fallon...fuck. I’m going to come for you,” I breathed heavily, the words sounding more like throaty murmurs. I reached the edge and tipped over the edge, my hot cum releasing into her mouth.

Oh fuck me, she swallowed all of my cum before coming up for air.

A wave of relaxation hit my body before she crawled up and laid next to me, perfectly nestled in between my arm and chest.

Those tantalizing eyes searched my face for something and I gently caressed her face. Feeling completely at ease, I lightly pressed my lips to the top of her head.

Was it bad I wanted to lay like this forever ?

Her hand drew small circles across my chest and I watched with a smile as her cute little brain churned through a whirlwind of thoughts. “What’s on your mind, Blondie?”

A small huff of air slipped from her mouth. “Lots of things, but I don’t know what to make of anything.”

I absently played with a few strands of hair. “What things?”

A mild look of embarrassment played across her face. “Well, you’re you.”

And I was utterly obsessed with her. “Yes, I am me. Are you talking about me wanting you ?”

“I just...” she searched for the words while continuing to glide her fingers along my stomach. “...didn’t think I’d carelessly...”

“Sleep with someone like me?” I finished her sentence for her since we both knew what she wanted to say. “If it makes you feel any better, I thought you hated me.”

“I do hate you.”

No you don’t.

She sighed. “Are you a murderer?”

Well, that was a change of pace. “I prefer beating people to a pulp if that’s what you mean.”

“That doesn’t answer my question.”

“You have a lot of questions,” I sighed.

Readjusting so I could better see her face and pull her closer to me, I brought my lips to hers and wrapped my leg around her. All I could think about was falling asleep and slipping into a blissful unconsciousness that I desperately needed with my obsession in my arms.

“Brent?” Her breath was warm on my chest.

“Yes?”

“I’m not sure what I should do.”

Squeezing her a bit tighter, I said, “Go to sleep, you can worry tomorrow.”

Laying there in silence, I held her until she fell into a deep sleep. The fully relaxed version of her face made me feel a little more at peace when any other time I’d be wide awake and worried about shit on my side of the world.

Distantly, I heard my phone buzzing from wherever I tossed it in the room when I brought Fallon in to distract her. I slowly peeled myself away from her, being careful as not to wake the sleeping beauty, and went to check it.

My relaxed contentment ended just like that because Sloane had called more than ten times.

Making my way quietly down the hallway and into the living room, I answered, pretending to just have woken up. “Hello?”

Fuck, my whispers sound loud.

“Where are you?”

“Sleeping,” I said curtly.

“You’re not home or at the fraternity!”

I pulled the phone away from the screeching voice and rubbed my hand over my face. She was seeking me out at any location she knew I’d be? “No. What do you want?”

She let out a horrid sound. “I haven’t seen you, like, all day!”

God help me. “Sloane. Stop. For the love of all that is fucking holy, knock this shit off. It’s not cute nor endearing. We’ve been nothing but hookups and I’m over it.”

“Oh! So you’re fucking cheating on me?! We will just see about that. When I find out who the skank you’re sleeping with is, I-”

I cut her off. “We are not together. Stop calling me.”

“Where. Are. You?” I could literally see how she was standing from over the phone.

I wanted to bang my head into the wall. “You’re becoming obsessive. Lose my number.”

She feigned a sob. “Brent!”

“Find another rich man to cling to,” I said, ending the call.

I turned to find Kelly intently listening to me in front of the fridge, arms crossed.

“Hey.” I waved.

“Mhm. Hey, yourself. I only have one thing to say.” She approached me to drop her voice down and put her finger to my chest. “I better not hear of her being put on Sloane’s hitlist through the fucking grapevine, do you hear me? If anything goes fucking wrong and she gets put into danger, I will not hesitate to put a fucking bullet in your head myself.”