Damned Sinner, page 3
part #1 of Jayne Series
The talk with Cherise shook me, as much as I hated to admit it. I’d drunk my weight in complimentary liquor and indulged in more than my share of pliable young girls. Still, I was unsettled and wound tighter than a drum.
Once I’d discarded my very willing victim from the room, I called downstairs for coffee and swallowed down a handful of aspirin to wipe the hangover out.
I had a busy day ahead, and I was dreading it. I’d contacted one of the feds we’d dealt with during the whole mess with Doyle Maguire and asked for his help in finding out about Sam’s disappearance. The authorities didn’t know much about the situation, and I didn’t want to give them a lot of details, but they were eager to work with me.
Still, it was weighing on me. It ate at me knowing what he’d gone through. He was dead—that was a fact. I’d seen it with my own eyes, as unbelievable as it was to accept. I arranged the meeting mostly for Jayne’s sake, but the more involved I got, the more I realized it was just as much for me.
After the feds raided Maguire’s cabin and his resulting death, they were more than happy to delve further into the inner workings of his association. I was putting my balls on the line and giving them too many opportunities to look at me and my business, but I owed it to Jayne to find out where Sam was. It wasn’t going to be a happy ending for any of us, but she deserved to lay him down next to her mother. He may have been a crook, but he was worthy of more than a shallow hole in the desert.
As nervous as I was, I knew they wouldn’t find as much as a piece of lint on my record. Everything I had was on the up and up on paper. The girls were clean and discreet, the clients even more so. The businesses were legit—even the parts Doyle tried to siphon off. What was left intact was clean and clear. Unlike Doyle, I was always careful. That hadn’t always been the case, however, but the past was the past, and I was willing to risk it for my girl.
Walking away from my business and the life I had in Vegas was a bittersweet thought, but the prospect of putting it all behind me and running a legitimate whorehouse was the dream of every man like me. I knew whoring, I knew money, and I damn well knew how the two went hand in hand. I just wasn’t sure how it would make me feel. I was used to a certain way of life, and I was pretty much throwing years of struggle and work out the window.
Would it be worth it? I still wasn’t sure. At thirty-two years old, I’d lived through a hundred lifetimes compared to most people, and I was fucking tired.
Dealing with the federal government pushed that perspective even further. As enthusiastic as they were to work a case on the death and disappearance of Samuel King, they were in no hurry to give me any details. So, after four long hours in an office the size of Flynn’s toilet, I left the federal building no closer to finding Sam than I’d been when I’d arrived.
If anything, I could live with the fact that I tried. Jayne, after everything she’d gone through both before and after his disappearance, was still too raw to deal with any of it. She hadn’t asked about him since she’d left Vegas, but I could see the questions in her eyes sometimes, begging me for answers I didn’t have.
Flynn mentioned it to me, though. They may have only known each other less than two years, but their simpatico was undeniable. They were beautiful together, more in tune than any two people I’d ever met.
I’d never believed in love or fate, or any of that bullshit—until I saw the way they looked at each other. That was love. Whatever it meant, however it came about, they found it. And they lived it.
She hadn’t asked him about Sam, either, but he knew she thought about it. There were nightmares and sleepless nights, but she’d never come out and talk about it. He was worried about her, though. He had a lot of guilt, understandably, even though none of it had been his fault. The sins of the father would always haunt the son. I knew that too well.
I returned to The Maguire around six o’clock, ready to sleep off the grime of sitting around pigs all day and close off the rest of the world for a while.
I walked through the lobby, scanning the floor as I did. It didn’t take long for the staff to catch on that I was for all intents and purposes the big guy’s muscle. They heeded the warning in my eyes each time I walked in the door. It made my job that much easier.
Since I started helping with the “enforcement of rules” as Flynn liked to call it, there’d been a fairly big turnover in employees. As they say, it takes a thief to know a thief, and that was the goddamned truth. I could spot a mark a hundred miles away. I could smell it—sense it. They sure as hell could sense me, and most of them made my job easy and split before I could get my hands on them.
As I passed the concierge, I noticed Kelsey wasn’t at the desk. I let out a long sigh and walked on toward the elevator, relieved. After the day—the week—I’d had, the last thing I needed was to deal with her.
I glared at the punk bellboy—the little cunt I found sniffing around Kelsey way too much for my liking—and stepped onto the elevator. Giving him the signal to stay put and basically piss off, I stabbed at the button and continued to glare until the door slid closed.
With the mood I was in, I would’ve likely strangled him with his stupid tie if I had to be closed up with him in that stupid steel box.
He wasn’t the only one I’d caught looking at her. In fact, I noticed most of the employees letting their eyes wander in her direction on a regular basis. Rational thought told me it wasn’t their fault. She was stunning and quite a nice piece of ass. Just the way she smiled at you with the promises of things to come was enough to send any warm-blooded man to his knees. And her legs...when she entered a room, the collective snap of heads turning in her direction sounded like a thunderclap.
It didn’t mean I liked it. I didn’t. Especially with the knowledge that one day one of those bastards would catch her eye as well.
With that thought, my cock shriveled up and my stomach roiled. A steady diet of whiskey and cigarettes began to fester in my gut like an ulcer. I needed sleep and possibly something solid to eat.
I tore at the buttons of my shirt, first the sleeves and then the neck. It was well over one hundred degrees outside, and I was sweating like a pig and highly pissed off. I rolled my sleeves up to my elbows and undid the buttons at the neck so I could breathe. My undershirt clung to me, and once the air conditioning hit my skin, I groaned. I wiped the sweat off my brow with the tail of my shirt, and decided the first thing I was going to do was take a shower.
The bell above me dinged, and I stepped out into the hallway and started for the room. Just as I put the key in the lock, I heard the door down the hall open, and Kelsey walked out of her room.
See, this was part of the reason having her in Vegas was a bad idea. I had to sleep in Flynn’s suite knowing she was just on the other side of me sleeping in Jayne’s room. I didn’t mind staying at the hotel—it made things much easier on me while I worked—but having her that close caused havoc on my body and mind. Why Jayne thought housing that girl ten feet away from me was a good idea, I would never know.
I was the big bad fucking wolf.
She smiled when she saw me, waved, and then closed the door behind her with a soft click.
I stood immobile. My legs went numb, my knees locked, and my jaw snapped shut so tightly I thought it’d snap if I tried to move it.
As a man who made a living out of beautiful women and the wiles they used to devour men, I was still dumbstruck and frustrated every time I saw Kelsey. That girl was the type of woman who inspired poetry, wars, and destruction. She had an unearthly quality. Jayne used to describe her as an angel. Angelic—golden and light. That was true, but what I saw was a soft, delicate girl with the longest fucking legs I’d ever seen.
I swallowed down the lump in my throat and licked my lips. My mouth was dry, and my heart pounded as she slowly walked toward me. I couldn’t believe my eyes as she got closer. Seeing her in her uniform was one thing—she wore the shit out of that skirt—but this was something completely different.
I’d never seen her dressed that way. She always looked sexy, but by the looks of it, she was trying really hard tonight. I could tell right away she’d grabbed whatever the fuck it was out of Jayne’s closet. That was only half the problem—literally. Jayne stood a whopping five foot three, where Kelsey was a good five six—at least. The dress was dangerously high on her thighs—way shorter than it should’ve been—and dipped low enough in the front that I could see her navel if I looked down her neckline.
Her shoes left a soft click against the carpet, the fabric pulling the sound of impact away with each step. Clenching my hands into fists at my side, I kicked at my door, knocking it back against the wall.
“Hey,” she said softly. “You look tired.”
She dropped her eyes, the bravado of her little catwalk all but gone, and then looked up, capturing me in her gaze.
“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” I snapped.
The sweet guile slipped from her face, all the innocence swept away with my tone. “Nice to see you, too,” she said haughtily. “I’m going out with some friends.”
She set her jaw, cocked her hip, and glared.
About as frightening as an injured kitten.
I grabbed her arm and yanked her so she was flat against my chest. “You look like a hooker. A cheap one,” I hissed through clenched teeth.
She struggled, trying to get out of my grasp, but I gripped her arm tighter.
“Do you talk to all of your girls that way?” she asked, scowling.
Her cheeks flushed bright red, along with her chest. I gave her a withering smile and rubbed myself against her thigh.
“Only the cheap hookers.”
She reared up with her free hand and tried to slap me, and all semblance of control I had snapped.
I spun her around, shoved her inside my room, and slammed the door behind us before pushing her against the closed door.
“Where. Are. You. Going?”
Her breathing was rushed, and I could see each puff of air coming through her lungs came with great effort. I was pretty sure I wasn’t breathing at all.
“I have a date,” she whispered. Her voice cracked, and as the words fell from her lips, her eyes watered up. “We’re going to dinner.”
I chuckled and shook my head. “No, you’re not.”
She pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes. “Yes I am! I already talked to Jayne about it, and she said it sounded safe to her! I don’t know why you think I’m some prisoner here... some little girl who needs a goddamned babysitter. I’m not. Let me go!”
I pressed myself against her, letting her feel just how little of a girl I thought she was. She gasped when she felt my dick against her belly, but immediately melted into my arms. She was all woman, soft, plump, and I could smell the want all over her. Little girl—only when she opened her mouth. But in my arms, she was all woman.
“You want me to call you Daddy? Daddy can I please go out and play?”
The muscles in my jaw jumped, and I had a powerful urge to turn her around and turn her ass hot pink. Between that and the intense blast of lust hearing Daddy fall from her lips, all my brain could register was her ass nice and raw under the brunt of my hand.
Her lips were glossy and covered with a thick sheen of red. I stared at her mouth while dragging a finger across them and let the paint follow a path down her chin, over her neck, and down her chest. The stain coated the light fabric of the white dress—spoiling it, just like I was spoiling her.
“You can see right through this,” I said roughly and dragged a finger underneath the neckline of the dress. Your little pink nipples are pushing right through it—aching and ready for someone to bite them.”
I let my teeth snap in her ear and then sucked the soft skin into my mouth. “A man like me sees a woman in a dress like this, and that’s what he wants. To touch the nipples you so willingly show off, to bite, pull, tug, and suck on them. He wants to pull those sweet little tits into his mouth, let his tongue run over them until your nipples are so hard they hurt.”
She was shaking, but I wasn’t going to stop there. As if to show her exactly what I was talking about, I moved the palm of my hand over her shoulder and down to her chest. I cupped one of her ripe tits in my hand, squeezing softly at first, and then wrapped my fist around it tightly and pulled.
She whimpered, and her knees shook. I was testing her, and so far she failed. As badly as she thought she wanted what I had to give, she had no fucking clue what it meant. She wasn’t ready.
I released her from my grasp and ran my hand over her clavicle, smearing the rotten red mess all over her chest and the top of the dress before moving it down over her belly.
“I could see the valley between your legs when you walked down the hallway,” I growled in her ear. “I could see your little pussy, the sweet V where I’d sink my cock. All I could think about was your long, skinny legs wrapped around my back while I fucked you right there in the hallway.”
She whined. “Please, oh God.” She grabbed the collar of my shirt and tried to pull me closer. “Fuck me, Vince.”
My cock jumped in reply, but I ignored her and went on with my ministrations. I reached the hem of her skirt, and with a swift rip, I yanked it up over her hip. There wasn’t much of it there in the first place, so it was no big task. That pissed me off even more. There were maybe three inches of lift and I could see her pussy.
Rubbing my coarse finger over her soft, silky mound, I stood back and watched her face. I was testing her, but I wasn’t going to push her. If she showed an ounce of regret, I was done. But I had to see where she stood once and for all.
Her eyes fluttered open as if she could read my thoughts. They were as wide as a newborn chick, scared and astonished, but surprised and exhilarated.
But definitely not ready to leave the nest.
I gave her pussy one more swipe of my finger and then a light slap. The shock showed clear in her eyes, and her mouth fell slack with pleasure. I could feel that she was into it, slick and warm and malleable in my hands.
“That’s right, baby,” I said gruffly. “I want to tear this pussy up. I want to make this pussy cry. You have no idea what I want to do to you, and if you don’t stop teasing me, you’re bound to find out.”
She bucked her hips stubbornly, and I narrowed my eyes. Folding my fingers, I gave her clit a hard flick with enough force to knock a dog on its ass.
“You’re not ready for this—or me,” I said, lowering my voice. “I want to defile you in so many ways, but that’s not what you want.”
“Yes,” she said. Her voice shook, and I could feel her heavy heartbeat through her dress.
“I care about what happens to you, Kelsey,” I said as evenly as I could. “That’s why I took you home—where you belonged. If you think walking around in Jayne’s clothes will do you any good, you’re completely wrong. What I want to do with your body is the same thing every other man out there wants. The only difference is, they won’t stop.”
“Don’t stop,” she said weakly, tears sprouting from her eyes. “I can handle anything from you. I love you, and you damn well know it.”
She dropped to her knees abruptly and raised her hands to undo my fly. I had a brief moment of euphoria. This was a regular fantasy of mine to have her on her knees with her mouth on me. It was too fresh and way too clear for me to think straight.
I jerked her up by her shoulders and pinned her back against the wall. “Stop!”
She snarled and fought against my hold on her. “If you don’t want me, why do you care if someone else does?”
I slammed her lightly against the door and leaned forward again so we were eye to eye. “I do want you—that’s not the problem. I want to fuck you. There’s a difference.”
She laughed. “Maybe I just want to fuck you, too. Ever think about that? You avoid me, treat me like a child, and manhandle me like you have the right! Well, you don’t. If nothing is going to happen between us, then let me go get it somewhere else.”
I was breathing so hard at that point that my emotions and my body were way out of control. I glared at her—hard—hating her for being what she was... that devil of a temptation.
An epic mistake waiting to happen.
I wouldn’t take her—there was no way I was going there. It would only end badly—for her, and for me. Jayne would tie my nuts up with fishing wire and let them fall off if I hurt her, and I couldn’t live with myself if I did. I wouldn’t leave my darkness on her, in her, or around her. I would fuck her up, and the sickest part was that she was begging me to do it.
All rational thought left my brain. No, I couldn’t have her, but I wasn’t going to let anyone else, either. Not yet, and maybe never.
I kissed her hard, our teeth crashing as I took her mouth. I pushed my tongue between her lips and fucked the inside of her mouth the way I would her pussy. Just thinking about tasting her sent stars behind my eyes, and I thrust my hips into her and reached up to grab her exposed breast. Grinding myself against her, I could feel the hard points of her hips dig into my legs and wanted more. I could tell I was hurting her, but I didn’t stop. I wanted to make sure she felt me as long as possible.
I wanted to mark her.
Motherfucking needed it.
My lips left hers as I made my way down her throat, sucking skin into my mouth as I went. I nipped lightly, and then bit, catching and capturing each cry that left her lips into my memory.
Just above her tits, I sucked the silky skin into my mouth and pulled hard, sucking and licking and marking her. I savored it, even as my hands traveled around her hips to grab the soft globes of her ass. I could picture the deep plum of the bruise I’d made, and smiled with the knowledge that she was fucked either way. When I marched her out of that room and into her own, no man would touch her. They’d know. She was taken, and she was mine.
I pulled back, admiring my work and smirked. “Not bad,” I murmured. “Maybe a few more.” I dove back in and began sucking on her throat. In the fog of lust, I barely acknowledged that she was pushing me away, but finally moved back, wiping my lips.
