Damaged: A Dark Bully Romance (The Primes Book 2), page 4
Leah huffed but followed, quietly stewing.
Christian chuckled. “Don’t,” I warned.
“You don’t mind when I boss you around in bed.” His cheek turned up, and my annoyance was replaced with anticipation. He laughed since he could always tell when I wanted him.
“Be ready to be punished,” he murmured as we slid into the car. My face flushed, and I turned toward the window.
“Mason. Do you mind dropping us off at home?” Christian asked Mason.
“You’re all going there?” Mason raised his brows.
“No, if you don’t mind dropping us off at the McLaudre mansion, please,” Klause responded.
“Sure thing,” Mason said before raising the divider.
We rode home silently. When Mason parked in front of Christian’s mansion, I squeezed Leah’s hand in support before I stepped out of the car. “Thanks, Mason.” I waved, to which he responded with an encouraging smile.
Christian led me straight to his room, and as soon as the door was shut, he turned to me and said, “You had been naughty all day. I’d been dying to get you alone.”
I crossed my arms. “I have not been naughty.”
He flashed me a predatory look and started unbuttoning his shirt. “Oh, yes, you have.” I watched his adept fingers slowly expose his firm chest. “I’ve been itching to spank your delectable ass all day.” His blazing gaze moved slowly down my body. It was so fucking sensual that it made my chest tighten with lust.
“Come here,” he demanded.
I'd fallen completely under his spell and no longer minded being bossed around.
When I stepped closer, he tugged on my shirt, and buttons flew everywhere, exposing my red, lacy bra. I missed Christian's animalistic, feral desire in the bedroom after he’d treated me like a breakable glass for the past few months.
He massaged my breasts and pulled my bra down without bothering to unhook it first. “So fucking sexy.” He murmured as his fingers flicked my nipples. Then he devoured my breasts, while his fingers slithered up my skirt and pulled my panties off.
“Mine.” His fingers slid inside of me while his thumb encircled my clit. My hips thrust forward in a desperate attempt to get more. “This is mine, Catherine. Do you understand?” His fingers curled as he slid them in and out of me.
I was ready to combust and agree with anything he demanded as long as he made me come. My eyes fluttered shut from the intensity of the invasion, and I tightly clutched Christian's arms.
So fucking good. I ached to be filled by him and was lost in the sensation, so I could only moan and rock my hips in response.
“Say it,” he demanded, as his fingers roughly entered me. “Yes, I'm yours, Christian. I need more. Please.” I loved every minute and wanted him to continue.
When he withdrew his fingers, I sucked in a breath in protest. “Bend over.” He pointed to the arm of the couch, and I eagerly leaned forward, tilting my hips up, keen for him to finish what he had started.
He raised my skirt and caressed my ass. The draft cooled my heated core, and I arched my back, loving the sensation of his touch. Then I jerked forward as the sting of his hand landed on my butt.
“That’s for denying me what’s mine.” Smack. “That’s for talking to that dead fucker.” Smack. I bit my lips as the sting of my flesh clenched my core, and I felt wetness drip down my thighs. I never thought I’d like being spanked, but I was so fucking close I could scream. “That’s for constantly defying me.”
He gently caressed my butt cheeks, and he slid inside of me.
Oh god, yes.
His thick girth filled me. Every motion lit my veins, and I moaned as I arched my ass to take more of him. He pulled out almost all the way and slammed into me balls deep.
Everything felt sensitive.
I moaned loudly as he drove me over the edge. “Just like that, Christian. Don’t stop. Please.” My muscles contracted, and I clenched down on him and rode out a mind-blowing orgasm.
“Yes, baby. That’s right. Fucking come for me. Yes.” He thrust harder and grunted until another orgasm sneaked up on me. “God. Christian! Yes. Yes!” Christian slammed into me one last time, and his hot seed shot into me.
He drew me toward the couch, brushed my hair from my face, and planted a kiss on my head. “Tell me you're mine, baby.”
“I’m yours, Christian. Body and soul. Always.” I tilted my chin up, and we kissed slowly. It was a kiss of reassurance and promise as intense as our passionate sex.
Being with Christian was a better alternative than working out. I was lucky to have his consuming love.
I wished we could stay like this forever.
Chapter 3
Christian
My eyes opened in panic. The darkness made it impossible to see anything. My hand shot out, searching the other side of the bed. Upon feeling Izzy’s arm, I breathed a sigh of relief and drew closer to her until our bodies pressed against each other’s.
Whenever I closed my eyes, I saw Izzy's body on the ground, and the haunting image caused crippling fear. It had left my body under constant stress and without a restful night's sleep since.
What Arnoult Senior had done awakened the darkness I struggled to keep hidden. I no longer want to play within the patriarch's rule. The danger to Izzy directly threatened me because I couldn’t imagine a world she wasn’t in. Yet, I had to bid my time because any hasty decisions would risk her.
For now, Arnoult could remain free to live his life, but one day soon, I would make him suffer.
The slow rhythm of Izzy’s breathing helped calm my racing heart and tame my constant worry for her safety. Even if she looked fine physically, I worried the continuous trauma would permanently change her. These thoughts swirled in my head as I lay awake at night.
I gazed at the clock, as I was completely alert, which read three in the morning.
Four hours.
That was all the sleep I’d been getting lately.
My thoughts wandered to last night when I could fully claim her. For a minute, I was tempted to wake her for a repeat, but she needed her rest.
The memory of her screaming my name allowed my body to relax. I kept myself amused by planning what I would do to her when she woke until my eyes grew heavy with sleep.
My phone awakened me again a little while later. I squinted to read that Ross wanted a word with me. Why was the fucker waking me up so early? I shut my eyes shut again, ready for more sleep, and reached for Iz, but her side of the bed was empty. I sat up in a panic, but I heard the shower in my bathroom.
Fuck.
I buried my hands in my face and let out a deep breath.
This wasn’t healthy behavior, but I couldn’t rest until the Arnoults were dealt with.
I shuffled into the bathroom and hopped in the shower with Iz. Her eyes lit up in greeting, and her body melted into mine as I took hold of her lips. Her reaction toward me would never get old. My heart raced with excitement every time she responded to me, and no amount of caffeine could ever compare to the rush I felt.
The need to be with her had been out of control lately. It was the only way to soothe the worry. I pushed and coaxed her entrance and a sexy moan escaped her lips, and she threw her head back as she gripped my arms.
This was heaven.
Izzy’s loud moans and flushed face were better than any medication my shrink could prescribe. The way her muscles gripped my shaft melted away any anxiety.
God, her body was so responsive. “So fucking good.” I could never get enough of her. In response, her walls quivered around me, which brought me over the edge for a much-needed release.
“Good morning,” she murmured with a smile when I set her down.
“Good morning, beautiful.”
“The shower is all yours.” She grinned and stepped out, swaying her delectable ass, which was still pink from last night.
Fuck, that made me hard again.
I thought about rubbing one out, but it wasn’t like being inside her.
When I stepped out of the shower, I paused at the short skirt, and the length of her legs on display tempted me to bend her over. However, a jealous surge overcame me with the realization that the guys would be leering at her, particularly that loathsome Spencer kid.
She looked back, caught me staring, and flashed me a sexy smile over her shoulder. This propelled me forward, reaching for her ass. “Oh no. We’re already running late.”
Who cared if we were late? This was more important. “C’mon, baby. I need to be inside you.”
“God. You’re insatiable,” she said, failing to contain her broad grin.
I knew she liked it.
With a snicker, I watched her enter the receiving room. I got ready quickly, confident I could persuade her for a second round.
Ross called again, but I chose to stay in my blissful state and ignored him so he couldn't ruin my mood with more bad news.
However, when I stepped out, Iz was finishing breakfast. “Oh, good. We have to go.”
Sighing, I grabbed a banana and followed Izzy to the garage. With my driving, I got us there at the second bell, where Izzy gave me a chaste kiss before rushing inside her classroom.
“Hi, Christian.” A group of girls giggled and whispered amongst each other, lingering in the empty hall. I hadn’t given them any attention since Izzy came into my life. Because of her, I no longer tolerated fakes who only cared about fame and power. However, they hadn’t given up.
“There you are.” Klause jogged to catch up, his brows drawn together in a frown.
The girls giggled, but Klause and I ignored them.
“What’s up?” Izzy was safe in the classroom, which was all I cared about, so whatever worried him wasn't my concern.
“I’ve been searching all over for you? Where have you been?” he asked in a sharp tone, which had me raising my brows in response. “What crawled up your ass? Didn’t you get any last night?” I grinned, walking toward my class.
He shook his head in response. “We’re not going to class.” His serious tone worried me. “What happened?”
“Not here,” he said, and I matched his long strides as he led us out of the building.
I stopped walking. “I’m not leaving Izzy.”
He looked over his shoulder and said, “I already spoke with Luc and Edgar; they’re watching the girls while you and I take care of something.”
Klause wouldn’t leave Leah unattended if it weren’t necessary, so this must be serious. I took the phone out of my pocket and read Ross’s text. Arnoult Senior wants Heather back.
Fuck!
I caught up with Klause, and we marched to his car, where Rome was already seated in the back. I didn’t need to ask where we were going. If Rome was here, that meant we were going to see Heather.
“You’re not possibly agreeing to the prick’s demands, right?” He was crazy if he was thinking about handing Heather over to the psycho.
Klause shook his head. “No fucking way. I wanna know why the asshole wants her.” Good. I took great pleasure in knowing he wanted Heather enough to reach out.
“Because she’s a cunt,” Rome said bitterly. I knew he had a thing for Heather, but her involvement with Arnoult Senior was a personal insult to Rome.
Klause drove thirty minutes away to a secluded area where we kept Heather, which meant I wouldn’t return in time to meet Izzy and walk her to her next class. I texted the triplets to watch the girls closely and called Ross and demanded they watch the school.
Iz, I had to leave school to take care of business. I promise to be back as soon as possible. Please stay safe for me.
I’ll be fine, Christian. I’ll see you in a bit. The kissy emoji she added at the end of her text made me smile. I was acting like a sappy fuck, but I didn’t care.
“What are you smiling at?” Klause glanced at me with an irritated look.
“Nothing. I texted Iz to let her know I won’t be there.”
Rome chuckled. “You two are pussy-whipped.”
I didn’t care what anyone thought, but Klause sneered. “I will remind you of this moment when your time comes.”
“No way. I will never be tied down. That shit isn’t for me.”
Klause and I shared a smile. One day Rome would find the woman that would change him. I supposed that wasn’t Ally. “What’s going on between you and Bunny?”
“She’s sweet, but I’m just not a forever guy. You know?”
“We’ll see.” Klause turned into the neighborhood with a grin plastered on his face. Before Leah, he had a reputation as the famous bachelor heir that got around.
“What’s the game plan?” I asked with a glance toward Rome. Even though he was angry at Heather, he had feelings for her, and I was uncertain if he could handle anything we planned on doing to her.
Rome must have understood the worried look, because he chuckled darkly. “Kill the bitch for all I care. She’s fucking trash. I don’t know what I saw in her before.”
After Klause turned off the ignition, he turned toward Rome and fixed him with a stare. “Are you sure you can handle this? Because I’m done playing nice. This bitch played a hand in what happened to Leah and I don’t plan on going easy on her. The only reason she’s alive is because we need her for information.”
“I’m good. I promise,” Rome said, who didn’t show any hesitation. This was expected from a mafia prince, but you never knew when emotions were involved. “The bitch hasn’t been living a luxurious life under my watch. If not for what happened to my sister, I’d take a leaf out of my father's book and let my men have her.”
Klause seemed satisfied with his answer because he nodded and stepped out of the car, leading the way into the house.
We passed men with rifles patrolling the outside and several more scattered around the interior. Was all this security just for Heather? “Do you have anyone else here?”
Rome shook his head. “No. However, Father always keeps his properties stacked because he’s a paranoid prick.”
Klause nodded toward the men and turned to Rome, who stopped in the living room where the person in charge waited. “Does your father know about Heather?”
Rome shook his head. “My father doesn’t pry into my business.”
We left Rome talking to his men and proceeded to the last door on the second floor.
Klause gestured for the guard to leave before we opened it. When my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I saw a disheveled Heather on the bed—quite a fall from the self-appointed queen bee of Rutherford Prep.
“What do you want?” Her hoarse voice had lost the annoying superiority she used to have, and a hint of fear replaced it. I felt no compassion for her. Supposed if I had it my way, I’d do to her what had been done to Izzy.
“Sit.” Klause pointed to the chair. She glanced at it but didn't move.
“Trust me, Heather. You wouldn’t want me to get you from the bed,” I warned, while advancing just far enough to avoid touching the cunt. The slimy feel of her skin when my hands wrapped around her neck was still fresh in my mind. I could take the pain, but the feeling of someone's skin on mine lingered and made me feel sick for days.
Heather always annoyed me, but now I thought of her as lower than the dirt on my shoes. I regretted ever fucking her. She used sex to manipulate. Now I realized how fucking evil the bitch was.
Heather whimpered, but she hurried to the chair. “Now, tell me more about Arnoult Senior,” I demanded, watching Heather’s eyes dart around the room like a cornered rat as Klause secured her hands and legs.
“How’s the leg? Do you want a matching scar on the other side?” Klause asked in a dangerous tone. McLaudre didn’t fuck around when it came to Leah. It was something he and I agreed on.
When Heather didn’t respond, Klause wrapped his hands around her throat and started choking her. Heather struggled, but Klause didn’t budge.
“Here.” Rome handed me a knife. I was too focused on Heather and didn’t hear him walk in.
When Klause let Heather go, she was left gasping for air.
"Rome, please. Please don't let them do this to me. I thought we had something special. Please!"
Rome tightened his jaw muscles but remained silent.
"Rome, please. I thought we had something . . ." Heather was good at this game. She knew exactly what to say to get a rise out of Rome.
"Shut the fuck up, cunt. You threw away what we had. You're nothing to me except a piece of trash." Rome spat and crossed his arms over his chest. “Tell me, Heather. Was any of it real, or were you just using me?” Rome seemed on the verge of attacking her, but she didn’t show remorse. Heather looked more calculated, her nasty brain trying to devise a new angle to manipulate Rome.
Not a chance, bitch. I jammed the knife into her other thigh, matching the mark she got the night Leah and Izzy went missing. Her eyes widened and she screamed in pain, but I held no pity for her. Instead, I smiled at her pathetic screams echoing in the room and twisted the knife as warm blood oozed from the wound. She wailed and begged me to stop, but I didn't. I kept twisting the knife until she was a whimpering mess.
“I already told you everything I know,” Heather croaked.
Klause pulled the knife out and watched in fascination as the blood gushed from her thigh. With a slight upturn of his lips, he wiped the bloody blade on her mouth as he yanked her hair, twisting her head at an uncomfortable angle. “Should I cut up your pretty face?” He ran the blade's sharp end along her cheek without drawing blood. Heather’s eyes darted between Klause and me until she finally realized she was amongst monsters. “I don’t have time to play games, cunt. Tell me what I want to know and I’ll leave,” Klause murmured in a velvety tone. If I were normal, I’d have goosebumps witnessing this side of him. However, I’d seen enough horror in my life that I found some sense of camaraderie with this side of Klause.
