ARROGANT BRIT (A BRITISH BAD BOY ROMANCE) (60 page)

Published by the Kat Jackson Publishing Group

Copyright
©
2015 by Kat Jackson and Nikki Wild

This book is a work
of fiction, any names, places, and situations portrayed within are products of
the author’s imagination.

Thanks to my husband and my wonderful children for
being so patient with me. You have no idea how lucky I am to have you all.

Thanks to Nora, my tireless editor who never fails to
get the job done. Thanks to my cover artist Ethan and my incredible publicist
Devlin Rice.

A special thanks to the too-many-to-list authors and
friends who have given me advice and helped me along the way. I may never be
able to fully repay your generosity, but I shall make every effort to do so.

And finally I want to thank you, dear reader. It is
your graciousness that allows me the opportunity to press these words onto
paper. I could never live my dreams without you.

CHAPTER ONE

The
last
place on earth that I wanted to be was at Nathaniel Hale’s front door.

I
sighed as I looked up at the obscene decadence looming before me. This was the
mansion I’d come to loathe over the past few years, and one I’d ended up at
more times than I cared to count. It was home to one of the most obnoxious
playboys I’d ever met, a walking, talking, self-entitled stereotype who had
made my life hell on more than one occasion.

And this time, I was
not
coming here to fuck him. It didn’t matter how much I wanted him
to open this door and pull me inside by my hair for old times sake... I was
here on police business, and that was the beginning and the end of it.
Our history together didn’t put him above the law, and
neither did his pile of money.

I
stared at the thick wooden door, waiting for a response. Nathan wasn’t exactly
a criminal, but he was
definitely
a nuisance. Maybe having a
multibillion dollar inheritance dropped on your lap could do that to a person.
Even now, the front lawn was strewn with remnants of another of his famous
parties. I never knew what exactly he was celebrating, but it
almost
always involved half-naked women and rivers of booze.

And
despite my best intentions, here I was again. Nathaniel Hale’s little puppet…
He knew the power he held over me… Every time I showed up at his door, badge in
hand, he’d flash me a lopsided grin and tell me:
Loosen up a little, Officer
Williams. Come on in and have a drink with me.

That wasn’t going to happen today. No matter how
much I wanted it, I had to be strong. If I went through that door, I wouldn’t
be able to stop myself. This time, he was coming with me.

I smiled at the thought. It was about damn time
some of Nathaniel Hale’s skeletons came out of the closet.

The
first
time I knocked on this door I was
a rookie just out of the academy, and I didn’t know anything about those
skeletons. Barely twenty years old and on my own, I couldn’t even legally have
the drink he offered me… But Mr. Hale insisted. He knew what he was doing. I
was young and innocent and he was the kind of man who gets what he wants. Maybe
if I hadn’t gone inside I wouldn’t be standing here again…

I could remember following him through the door
that first time, ticket-in-hand and ready to fine him for the disturbance and
get back to my beat. I lost my entire train of thought as he drew me inside.
I’d grown up on the wrong side of the tracks, and I’d never been close to a
house this big, let alone inside one. There was a chandelier hanging over the
entry that probably cost more than my salary. Music pulsed through me, the
beats keeping time with my own racing heart.

Nathaniel Hale didn’t give me a chance to get my
bearings. “Come upstairs and we can get started,” he said, his voice barely
audible over the sounds. He had gripped my arm and led me up the stairs toward
his office, the crowd of beautiful people stepping aside and letting us
through. I could feel the heat from his fingertips, my heart fluttering in an
unexpected way with every step we took. I don’t know why I didn’t stop him. A
moment later we were standing in front of the large wooden doors, my eyes
widening as he threw them open to an even more opulent study.

“Did they tell you what I like?” he asked as we
made our way into the office. He moved to a large chair, leaving me standing in
the center of the space in a way that made me feel totally exposed and on
display.

“I’m here on a noise complaint, not to discuss your
likes and dislikes, Mr. Hale,” I’d replied, more confused than anything.

“A feisty one. You must be new. What’s your name,
beautiful?”

I couldn’t help myself. I blushed. Mr. Hale wasn’t
some ordinary man.
His face was a masterpiece,
as though he’d been chiseled from the finest marble by the most
divinely-inspired sculptor there was. His burnt jade eyes were host to flecks
of gold near their center, orbiting his pupils and glimmering every time he
flashed one of those blinding white smiles
. The man was unbelievably wealthy, almost criminally handsome,
and
he thought I was beautiful…

“Officer Williams,” I replied curtly, trying to
maintain my composure. Standing here under his withering gaze was enough to
make me lose my mind. His eyes swept up and down my uniformed body, appraising
me the way a lion might look at a zebra.

“You said that at the door, Ms Williams. I’m asking
you for your
real
name,” he replied, a smile blooming across his face.

“Sandra,” I whispered.

“Turn around, Sandra.”

The words were less of a request and more of a
command. I don’t know why, but my feet were moving before my brain could catch
up. I found myself facing away, gasping ever so slightly as I heard Mr. Hale
moving from his chair. All of my police training was screaming out. This
shouldn’t be happening. What in the world was I doing?

All of my protests came to a sudden halt as his
hands found their way to my hips. A tingle flashed up my spine and I was lost.
He held me so softly, his chest pressing into my back and his head finding its
way along the edge of my neck. Even the thrumming sounds of the party
downstairs seemed to fade away as he inhaled deeply, drawing scent from my
shoulder up and over my collar, his lips pressing effortlessly just below my
ear.

“Mr. Hale, what are you doing?” I managed to
whisper, heat rising up my body in a way I had never felt before. No man had
ever held me like this. I was too busy for dating, too driven for a casual
encounter. What in the hell was going on?

“You can stop playing pretend, Sandra. We both know
why you’re here.”

I couldn’t bring a single word to my lips as he
pressed himself tighter against me. I could feel something pressing against the
small of my back. Something almost frightfully big…

His… Is
THAT his…
Oh my
God… What am I doing?

“You’re here to be fucked… Aren’t you Sandra?”

Oh GOD! My thighs clenched together, heat suddenly
blossoming from my secret place between them. The whole world was being turned
upside down, and all I could do was try to breathe and make sense of it all. I
felt as if I couldn’t move. It was as close to an out-of-body experience as
I’ve ever had.

Nathan’s hands swept up my sides, brushing up
against the edges of my breasts through the clean and creased uniform. He
gripped at my arms, bringing them together behind me. Before I could make sense
of anything, I felt the cold metal against my wrist.

My
handcuffs!

 
I couldn’t believe what had just happened. I
started to protest, but he caught me mid-word and lifted me off my feet,
spinning round and tossing me toward the big heavy wooden desk. I crashed into
it, my thighs stinging as he came up behind me again, forcing me down until my
face was pressed against the cool hard surface. Without a moment’s hesitation,
his hands were moving around my waist, tugging at my belt and bringing my
uniform pants down around my ankles. I could feel the air sweeping across my
skin, only the thin protection of my panties maintaining my innocence.

“Happy birthday to me,” he said, his voice taking
on a hoarse sound as he swept his fingers over the curve of my hips. I gasped
as he brought one of them around and against the inside of my thighs, forcing
my legs apart as far as they could go with the pants still wrapped round my
ankles. “I don’t know where the agency found you, but remind me to thank them
later.”

What in the hell was he saying? My mind swam and my
body burned for his touch. None of this made sense. There was no way anyone
would treat an officer of the law this way. Mr. Hale’s fingertips made their
way to the scorching heat between my thighs and pressed against the thin cotton
between us, sending a wave of pleasure over my body. Why in the hell wasn’t I
stopping him? The cold realization dawned on me as pulled my panties roughly
aside.

I
wanted
this.

I’d spent my whole life denying myself the
pleasures of men. I had responsibilities. My sister… My schooling… The
academy... My work ethic kept me away from these kinds of situations. Now I was
at the mercy of a man who had never even bothered to ask permission. A powerful
man who could have anyone he wanted… And he wanted
me
.

And I wanted him.

“You’re so wet, Sandra,” Mr. Hale breathed, his
finger moving ever so slowly between my nether lips. My body shuddered beneath
his grasp, the scent of sandalwood and scotch filling my nostrils as I inhaled
deep. I could feel him moving behind me, and suddenly a new sensation entered
the mix. Something very large was being pressed up against the soft and hidden
opening.

“We can’t,” I gasped. “I’ve never… I’ve never… Oh
God…” I squealed as his cock moved downward, slipping along between my virgin
folds but not penetrating me. Instead, he brought his hips forward, the length
of his shaft pressing against the front of my pussy, every inch of flesh
sending courses of pleasure firing from my sensitive nub as it drew slowly
along it. I could feel my slick wetness being drawn out, coating him in my own
desire. His hands returned to the space between my thighs and I could feel him
rolling a condom over his impossibly large member.

“It’s too big…” I whispered, feeling the sheer
girth beneath me as my hips shifted, his cock slipping side to side against me
and driving me out of my mind with pleasure.

“They didn’t tell you about that at the agency? Not
every girl can handle it,” Mr. Hale responded, drawing himself back until the
head of his enormous cock lined itself back up with my delicate tunnel. “What
do you think Sandra? Do you think you can handle it?”

He was pressing just slightly between my folds, the
head barely pressed against my maidenhead. I couldn’t respond. I couldn’t even
breathe. His words held no meaning. Agency? Telling me about his cock? Girls?
He may as well have been speaking Greek for all the sense it made to me now. I
squealed as he lifted my arms behind me, pulling my breasts just barely free
from the desk as he gripped the chain between the cuffs.

“Are you ready, Sandra?”

Oh God… Was I going to do this? Could I possibly?
What in the hell was I thinking?

“Say yes, Sandra.”

I bit my lip as his free hand wrapped itself in my
hair, pulling my head forcefully back and lifting me even higher off the desk.
My thighs strained against the edge of the wood, my legs parted, his cock
pressing against me but still unmoving. None of this was supposed to be
happening! Pleasure and desire was coursing through my veins as I found my
voice.

“YES!” I shouted, screaming out as he thrust
forward, taking my innocence. His cock impaled me, every inch sinking into my
willful depths, his body freezing up in the aftermath.

“Sandra… You’re a virgin?” he asked, holding
himself steady with his cock still throbbing inside me.

“Just fuck me,” I screamed out, lost in the
overwhelming sensations of pleasure mixed with pain. “Fuck me please…”

I’d lost all control, and Mr. Hale was no better
off. His hips began to move faster and faster as he wrapped my hair with his
hand, forcing me around his cock as if her were holding the mane of a horse at
full gallop. Nothing mattered except this moment, and I was overwhelmed as an
orgasm seized my body, the shuddering waves of pleasure rocking over me even as
my overstretched depths grasped at his flesh. That was all it took, and with
one deep thrust that nearly sent me across the desk, I could feel his cock
throbbing and thrumming inside me. For the first time, I could feel what it was
like to please a man… And I liked it.