Wed to the Bad Boy (7 page)

“I warned you, you little viper,” he said and then something happened that I didn’t expect.

He spanked me.

The sting of his slap on my bare ass made me cry out.

“What the hell?” I asked, but another smack rained down on my ass.

Holy fuck it hurt. And it sent a shock right to my pussy. Fuck. This was making me wet as hell.

What the hell?

“I warned you, Jo. I told you that you were treading thin ice.” There was nothing sweet about his tone. It was angry, it was filled with sternness, and… lust. Fuck. He was getting off on this.

And so was I.

“Please,” I begged as I squirmed on his lap, “Greyson.”

“Do you want me to stop? Really?” He said, his hand on the hot flesh of my ass, giving it a rub.

I couldn’t fucking bring myself to say yes. I couldn’t ask him to stop. Because the truth was, I didn’t want him to.

I liked this.

“One more, Joanna. For disobeying me.” His voice was more controlled now, calmer.

I swallowed then nodded.

The sting of it over my already sensitive flesh more than hurt. It sent firing nerves all the way to my core. It made my pussy ache, ache for him in a way that was so primal, so base, that I should’ve been ashamed.

Nothing could make me feel that way when I was in his arms.

Greyson pulled me around so that I was laying on his lap, facing him, and he reached for the mask, slipping it off.

The moonlight and city lights created a glow in the bedroom that I wasn’t expecting, and I had to shield my eyes from it at first.

Then I saw him. His face dark and brooding, his eyes so mysterious.

And I did the only thing I could think of.

I reached up and kissed his lips.

“Thank you,” I said, looking into his eyes. And I meant it. I meant every word of it.

“Good girl,” he said as kissed me. I realized he was still fully clothed then, my hand exploring his body until I found the crotch of his pants. Fuck, he was hard. It was then that I realized how big he was.

The first time we fucked I didn’t because I was too busy wanting him. I didn’t notice anything but him filling me.

Now I wondered how he ever did.

Dear god, I was going crazy just thinking about it.

“It looks like I am not the only one who is turned on,” I said as I unbuttoned his pants and slipped my hand inside. He was so fucking hard as I wrapped my fingers around his shaft. Barely. They almost didn’t close. Fuck.

“Jo,” he panted as he looked at me. That confident man looked so vulnerable just then, just for a second, and then he blinked and it was gone. I stared at him as he pushed me down onto the bed and stripped off his clothing.

He grinned at me as the confident man I was expecting took over. The man who controlled everything standing over me. I saw it. Saw him. I understood who and what he was.

He was going to rule the mob. He really was a monster.

And I was desperate for him. I parted my lips and looked at him as he shed the very last piece of his clothing, waiting. I wanted him inside of me, and I wanted it now. I wanted to feel him fill me.

I needed it. I needed his touch, the way he felt against my body, the things he awakened inside of me.

And he needed me.

“Spread your legs for me, Joanna.” He grabbed my knees and spread them for me, the wolf in him coming out through his eyes.

I did as I was told and looked up at him.

“I think I’ll start this way, but do not expect it to end until you’ve cum on my cock over and over again,” he admitted, grinning as he looked at me. “I want to be able to feel you from the inside. Feel the way your pussy wraps around me and clenches as you scream. Fuck, you have no idea what the thought of it does to me.”

I squirmed, ready for him. “I think I have some idea.”

That man only smirked at me as he pulled on my hips, bringing me against him. I was already on the best but now I was right up against his cock. Fuck. I could feel the head of his cock as it teased me, slipped in and out of my lips, the sensation of it against my opening driving me crazy. He knew exactly what he was doing, exactly what kind crazy he was driving me, and I could tell he was revelling in it.

Hell, even I was revelling in it.

“Greyson,” I moaned. I could say his name a million times and never get tired of it. “Greyson, please.”

I mewed the words, crying out to him as he teased me. I could see his body, the way that the gentle glow of lights hit it, and I marveled at his muscles. He was so strong, and it let me know just how controlled he was.

Like when he spanked me.

“Is this what you need?” he asked as he slipped his cock inside of me. It filled me inch by inch, the width of him pressing against all of me and expanding me. Fuck. He was huge. He was so fucking huge.

He bent down over me and put his hand on my neck, pinning me down and giving it a small squeeze. “Am I what you need?”

I nodded, and he descended, kissing me. The smell of me on him only made me want more. The taste of my sweetness. Fuck, it was too much to bear. I writhed under him and bucked, trying to make him go faster. To give me exactly what I wanted.

“Oh no, you don’t get to control this ride, Joanna. Not yet.” That man, that delicious, exciting, delightful man. He wanted to be in control. Needed it. I could tell that the monster in him was only just peeking through the surface. I had a feeling so much more was waiting to come out. And it scared me. It thrilled me.

He held himself over me and started to thrust slowly, his cock sliding in and out of me. Then he quickened his pace. It was so good, but each thrust only made me want more.

“More,” I cried, bucking up against him. “Please, more?”

He nodded and fucked me harder. His thrusts pounded into me giving me exactly what I needed when I needed it. Fuck. I could feel another orgasm on the horizon, and I didn’t hold it back. I let it wash over me as I came, my pussy contracting over his cock.

“That’s it. That’s exactly what I wanted,” he said, his gruff tone more forceful. He slowed just for a moment, let me catch my breath and then rolled so that I was on top of him.

“Again, Joanna. Cum again.” He ordered.

I felt like I was losing myself, losing everything, to him. I was his to command, and I wanted it. I fucked him, riding him hard, my body gliding up and down his cock over and over again. Fuck. I was totally out of control.

I felt the orgasm rising, the depth of it unmatched as I gripped onto his shoulders and pushed down, letting it all out as I came on him.

He groaned, and I felt him cum inside of me, his sticky hot cum filling my pussy.

Oh god. I wanted this. Oh. God.

When he grabbed me and pulled me down onto him, I let myself collapse. Let myself feel.

“You are mine, Joanna,” he said it with such finality that all I could do was nod and hold on tight.

I would've given him anything he wanted right at that moment.

Chapter Seven

Greyson

“Just what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” My father stared at me from my own desk, watching my reaction as I entered my office. He never came down to the company. Fuck, this shit wasn’t his style. He liked the life he had over at headquarters.

But when he did come down here, it was all about telling me how much I fucked up.

“What do you mean?” I asked, not letting my face register anything. Not anger, not irritation. What I wanted was to throw him out of my chair and beat on him until he submitted, but that would only end one way.

In my own damn death.

“You know exactly what I mean. Fucking hell, Greyson, you are just determined as ever to stick your fucking dick where it doesn’t belong. Michael’s own fucking daughter? Now this?” He was positively full of rage.

“Hey, I got what was coming to me for that one. I get it.” I held up my hands. I’d already taken my punishment.

“You can’t just fuck the niece of someone like Dennis O’Brien. Do you have any idea what you’ve done? And you were out in fucking public with her. Right under my nose you little shit.” He sighed and then looked down at his drink. “I knew I should’ve promoted David over you.”

“Don’t you bring him into this shit,” I warned. I wasn’t going to hear it. I’d take a lot of shit from my dad, but not that. Not accolades of one of his fucking bastard whelps.

“Are you trying to ruin the family and start a war?” The way he looked at me, it was like he actually believed I might do that. That I would risk everything he’d built for a piece of ass.

The truth was, I just might.

“You can’t get out of this one, Greyson. I’ve already had to talk to Dennis. He isn’t fucking happy. His niece was pure in his eyes, and now you’ve tainted her. But there’s a way to get out of it. Well, to speak.”

“What are you talking about?” I asked. “Do you want me to break it off with her, because-” I started to protest, but he held up a hand.

“You really don’t know the havoc you’ve caused, do you? Everyone knows your reputation. You fuck women then you leave them broken hearted. At least you haven’t managed to get any pregnant. Not yet.”

“Thank God for small miracles,” I snorted, but he didn’t think it was funny. He was pissed. The irony was his own legacy. How many fucking children did he have anyway?

“But this girl, this Joanna. She’s her uncle’s pride and joy, at least that is what he claims. The only girl in his whole family. And he’s furious. You poked and prodded a man who was looking for war, and if we don’t fix it, we’ll have one.” He glared at me. I was supposed to look scared. Subdued.

I just stared at him. “What are you suggesting?” Because if he was going to tell me to stop seeing her, I wouldn’t be able to follow that order. “I can be more discreet,” I offered.

“No, the time for that has passed. Especially when your picture is everywhere with this new ‘mystery’ woman.” He threw down the local paper. I was the son of one of the most famous businessmen in the area. Of course, my picture was in the paper with her next to me. The way I looked when I gripped her waist said it all. I didn’t expect it. Normally they didn’t give a shit about me.

But I never had such a beautiful woman on my hip before.

They knew I wasn’t going to give her up. They had to know it.

“You have a single option.” He leaned against my desk, his fingers pursed. Fuck. He was dead serious.

“What is it?” I asked as I crossed my arms. I was every bit the leader he raised me to be.

“Marry the girl.”

“What?” I asked. “I don’t think so.”

There is no way she would consent to something like that. Not Joanna. She had too much independence. Too much fight. We barely knew each other. Still the thought of her in my bed, with my last name, completely and totally my woman. It was intoxicating.

“It’s not 1950, father.”

“It is to Dennis. And I get it. I’d do the same fucking thing if it were one of your sisters.”

I wasn’t done with her yet, but marriage? Fuck. It would be perfect. But she might hate me for it. I was sorely tempted to say yes, to give my father what he wanted and to take what I wanted. It was the opportunity I needed. But I hesitated.

“It’s that or war.” My father glared at me; I didn’t have a choice. “Dennis has been wanting one for over a year, and you know he has the fucking numbers to back it up. It would devastate us, even if we did win.”

“When do we inform the bride of the good news?” I asked.

“I suspect her uncle has already informed her.” My father crossed his arms and looked me over. “Had to marry you off some time. Might as well be in order to keep the peace.”

I glared at him. I was his heir and the key to his legacy.

“Good, now that that’s settled, we have some real business to get to.” He stood and walked by me. “You are needed down at headquarters.”

Headquarters. My father was a property mogul. He bought up businesses, used them up as fast as he could, and kept many of them for cover. His longest lasting was chromium steel. But his most successful was the casino. It was his headquarters. The place where he conducted his business on a large scale. Drug trafficking, gun smuggling. You name it; that asshole dabbled in it. The mob had to, at least that was what he said. If we didn’t, we would get behind with the times. It was already going on around us; he just modernized us. Diversified our portfolio. Whatever. It was my empire to inherit, and I had to learn to run it. I had to take it over.

If I could’ve burnt it to the ground, I would’ve.

“Are you coming?” he asked from the door.

“Yes, father.” I gritted my teeth as I said it and followed him. “Bring an extra change of clothes, the ones you have on are going to get messy.”

Blood. He meant blood.

This was my life.