Dirty Desire (11 page)

“Oh god,” I groan, rubbing my clit harder and faster.

“That’s perfect, babe,” His voice is deep and I open my eyes to see his arm jerking becoming more sporadic. “So fucking sexy, Harper.”

“Mmm,” I groan. “Fuck!” I throw my head back as my orgasm peaks and my entire body quivers.

“Yes,” he hisses. I hear him walk over to the side of the bed and open my eyes to see him standing there looking down at me. “Now finish me.” The power in his voice and my resonating orgasm rippling through me makes me feel so weak to him right now.

Right now I’d do anything he wants. And he barely touched me.

“Mmm, gladly.”

And I do. Every sound that comes out of him just turns me on even more. The power I feel over what I just did to this man, turning him on that much without even touching him, that’s a power I never knew I could feel.

That day a week ago was the last time we’ve had any type of sexual contact. I’ve been attempting to distance myself from Harper to prepare for what’s to come this weekend, but so far it hasn’t been working as planned. Last night I drove into Springfield again to try to give myself more time away from her. I figure the more time I spend away from her the less attached I’ll be when the time comes to hand her off.

I spend the morning cleaning up the basement, preparing myself for this. As I look around the empty room, a shiver runs down my spine. The floor is so cold it feels damp. The walls are no better. There are zero decorations…no bed. A simple mattress on the floor awaits her and a small toilet area in the corner. There’s no mirrors, pictures, TV’s…nothing.

I can’t really do this, can I? I can’t take a human life and make it live in these conditions can I? Especially Harper…I don’t know if I can do this anymore.

I have to. I just don’t know how I’m going to come out of it in one piece.

It’s after three when I finally make it into the office. There’s paperwork here that I don’t have to get done, but it makes me feel better just doing it myself. Kayla has been sketchy lately and with the St. Louis club looking like it’s never going to take off, the last thing I need is for this one to fail too. Not when I’m so close to my goal.

“Knox, you can’t drag this on for much longer.” Kayla’s sitting on my desk, her legs swinging back and forth while she watches me pace my office.

The club opens for the evening in an hour and I need to get out of here before the patrons see me and want to schmooze it up with the big guy, but I needed a break from Harper and coming here was the only way to get it.

Truth is, I’m getting way too addicted to her. Being so close to her makes it hard to keep focused on the end game, and at this point I’m not even sure I know what the end game is anymore.

“I know,” I huff. “What if…what if she’s not really the one? Have you ever thought about that? What if I just got caught up in the game and picked the wrong girl?”

Maybe I can talk Kayla out of this game she wants to play then I can talk her in to something else…something less dangerous for Harper and I’s relationship…whatever it may be.

“Excuse me?” She stands from the desk and walks over to me. “What’d you just say?”

Her hands go to her hips and she’s glaring at me. I have to remember I’m in charge here.

Not her.

It’s not like it used to be between us. It hasn’t been for a long ass time.

“Kayla, have you ever thought about the legal aspect of this? Taking someone, especially someone like Harper that has multiple friends across a very populated city, that could put us in jail.”

“Jail!” She barks out a laugh. “Knox, you thought nothing of the legal side of this when I presented you with this offer. Find us a plaything and my interest in the club is handed over to you. You could be one hundred percent owner…all it will take is finishing your task.”

I glare at her, never realizing how fucked up this entire situation is until right now.

She’s brainwashed me all these years and it’s taken me falling for a girl that’s nothing like Kayla in order to realize how wrong we’ve been.

In everything.

“I know,” I sigh. I can’t back out now. But maybe I can make it less of a dramatic exit for Harper. Maybe I can tell her what I need from her and it’ll all go smoothly.

And maybe tomorrow pigs will learn to fly.

“You just get her here. I’ll take care of the rest,” she purrs, running her finger up and down my arm, attempting to be seductive. All it’s doing is churning my stomach. Yet another warning sign that things have gotten way out of hand.

“I gotta head out before those front doors open, Kayla,” I sigh, sliding away from her. She pouts, then huffs and puts her hands on her hips.

“You’re too close, Knox. This isn’t what the game was supposed to be. You fuck her?”

Her question catches me off guard and I spin to see the sinister look on her face.

“You get a taste of it and don’t feel like sharing anymore?”

“Kayla,” I warn.

“No, you listen to me.” She storms across the room and shoves her finger into my chest. “You finish this, Knox. Or I’ll bring down everything you worked so hard for. It’ll all be gone and you’ll be left with nothing…just like you deserved when I came into your life.”

I clench my fists, itching to hit something. She’s growing some balls lately and it’s pissing me off. That was a long fucking time ago. I’ve proven myself ten times over since then.

“I’m leaving, Kayla,” I growl, pulling my arm from her grasp.

“Going home, Knox?” She yells from the room. “Will I be seeing you later?”

I don’t bother with a reply.

I’ve been texting Harper all evening and I know she’s out with friends and from the looks of her texts she’s already had too much to drink. I should be happy she’s out having a good time, but I’m so fucking worried she’s going to get into trouble that I’m on the way back to St. Louis at almost midnight just to check up on her.

She does that to me…makes me absolutely fucking insane. Never has another woman made me worry and care this much about her before…ever.

Leigh texted two hours ago and told me to knock off the texting so I did to respect him. Then I got in my car and left the house without telling anyone. Now here I sit, in the car at a red light waiting for it to turn green so I can get her home before she passes out or pukes all over. I’ve seen her drunk before but this is beyond what she’s ever done since I’ve been around. I honestly thought she was over this phase of her life; the partying and blacking out. From the looks of it she’s not going to remember a lick of what happened here tonight and that pisses me off. She’s better than this!

There’s a slew of emotions rolling through me at this point in the evening, ranging from worried that she gave herself alcohol poisoning to angry that she’s partying when we’re not together. I fucking stalked her for months! I’m planning on kidnapping her for Christ’s sake! I shouldn’t care about her like this. It shouldn’t bother me that she goes out on the town and gets black out drunk as soon as I leave town.

But it does.

I’m fucking furious that the longer I spend with her the less and less I want to finish this job.

That’s all she was supposed to be to me—a means to an end. I want the club and Kayla wants a plaything.
Fine by me.
I just don’t want her having my plaything anymore. I’ve never really been good at sharing. Hell, coming into this job I wasn’t sure I’d even be able to do it. I was going to do it for the pure reason that I need my club to be mine and only mine, but I even had my hesitations. Is what I’m doing really okay? No. Is what I’m doing necessary? Yes. Absolutely.

The minute we walk inside the door Harper collapses and I just barely catch her.

Mother fucker.

I lift her and carry her into her bedroom, laying her on the bed gently then running to get a bowl in case she wakes up puking.

After everything is settled I make myself comfortable in a chair on her bedside.

I’ve been in this situation before and I’m starting not to like it. Maybe taking her will be good for her. Maybe it’ll get her out of this self-destructive behavior.

Maybe I’m just a goddamned fool that’s trying to rectify a situation before it gets out of hand.

Fuck me; what the hell is wrong with me? I’ve been so focused on the prize this entire time I never realized what I was feeling was something way more than nerves over what I have to do…it goes way deeper than that now and I don’t know if I can stop it. She’s wrapped me in her web and I don’t think I want out.

Dammit.

An hour into the night she moans and rolls over. I’m so tired but I don’t want her waking up sick and me not here to watch her, so here I sit. Watching the woman I’ve grown to love lay here unconscious and sick because of her own self-destructive ways.

“Today’s the day,” Kayla’s voice comes through my work phone and I look around frantically, praying no one just heard her.

“Could you be a little less cheery about it?” I’ve been in a pissy mood ever since I left Springfield the other day. The closer I get to this job being done, the angrier I get at the world. I know why…but I don’t want to admit it to anyone.

“Knox, it will be all yours, baby. You get full ownership of the club and you get to start to reap the benefits of this little game.” I hear the sly grin to her voice but it churns my stomach just thinking about it.

“We can’t do this, Kayla.” I whisper so quietly, wanting to dry heave the minute my words come out of my mouth.

I can’t do it.
I can’t go through with it. Stealing someone is just morally wrong, and I don’t know what the fuck frame of mind I was in originally to think that it’d be ok. I’m not that guy. I’m not someone to keep a sex slave in their basement.

Fuck…I didn’t used to think I was the type of guy to fall in love with a girl at all…but growing up in the lifestyle I did can change you into someone you never knew.

“You’re finishing this job, Knox,” she growls through the phone.

“I’m having dinner with her tonight and I’m telling her everything.” It’s a horrible plan, but I’ve fallen head over heels in love with her and call me a pussy, but I really would rather have her be pissed on my terms than on Kayla’s. I’ve accepted that what I’m feeling for her is love. That next morning after the club, when she looked into my eyes with so much desire, I knew how I felt about her was real.

And it made me want to vomit for what I had to do to her.

So I decided not to. I can’t do it. I won’t. I’ll tell her everything and make her hate me before I put her through that turmoil.

“Everything, huh?” I hear the amusement in her voice and cringe. I know tonight’s not going to go well, but at least I know that at the end of the night my slate will be clean. Then it’ll be up to Harper to decide if she can stomach me anymore or not.

God I hope she can.

“Yes, Kayla. Everything.”

“Do you know what this means, Knox?”

“I do, Kayla,” I sigh. It’s taken me sitting in my office for twelve hours straight these last few days, but I know exactly what it means.