Shark (Wall Street Beasts 1)

“I’m not afraid of you,” she lied.

“You should be,” he replied.

“Well, I’m not.”

WHAP!

He slapped her, his palm whipping across her face, leaving a pink mark in its wake. Sophie stared at him in shock, as if she couldn’t believe that the man who whipped her cunt could also slap her impudent little face.

“You think you want this? You think you want it dark? You think you want it hard? Out of control? But you don’t. You want to be safe. So tell me to stop, Sophie, and I’ll send you back to bed, and it can be as if none of this ever happened.”

He watched her eyes well with tears, and felt his heart cracking with the effort it took not to comfort her. He had to teach her a lesson now, before they got too close, and before they went too far.

“I know what you’re trying to do,” she said softly.

“What am I trying to do, Sophie?”

“You’re trying to scare me away. Not because I should be afraid of you, but because you’re already afraid of me.”

Goddamn, she was a perceptive little thing.

“Why would I be afraid of you?”

“Because you like me. Because you’ve liked me since you met me. Just like I’ve liked you. And you think you can keep me safe if you keep me at a distance, but you can’t. You can only hurt us both.”

She was right.

“And Alex…”

“Yes?”

“If you slap my face again, I’ll fucking…”

Her threat turned into a moan as he plunged two fingers inside her wet, clamped cunt.

“You’ve said your piece, and maybe you're not wrong,” he growled down at her. “But I will take complete control of you, Sophie. I will use your mouth, your cunt, your ass. I will cover you with my come. I will fuck you when I please, and I will punish you how I see fit. That’s the kind of man I am. That’s the man you think you like.”

He emphasized every word of his speech with another thrust inside her, stopping just short of the virginal barrier which he was going to rip away completely with his cock.

“What’s that, little girl?” he crooned the question. “Do you need to be fucked?”

“Yesss!” she hissed the word between clenched teeth. He didn’t wait another moment. He grabbed her legs and spread them wide, wide enough that both her holes were on lewd display.

Pulling his cock from his pants, he pushed it into her, nine inches of thick retribution spearing inside her delicate sex in one rough thrust, obliterating her virginity.

He grabbed her hands with one of his, and took hold of the chain connecting her clit to her nipples with the other, and started to rut her. Up on his knees he slid into her time and time again, the glistening length of his cock streaked with the red of her hymen as he fucked her past innocence and toward the first filthy orgasm she would ever experience as a fully carnally-realized woman.

Chapter 16

“She’s gone.”

“What do you mean, gone?” Indigo’s voice was like steel. Amanda’s was slightly panicked. It wasn’t fair for her to be held responsible for her client’s movements. But Indigo wasn't the sort of man who thought about what was fair or unfair. He was the sort of man who did not tolerate failure of any kind, for any reason.

Her job had been to monitor Sophie. It was easy enough until Sophie straight up disappeared.

“She didn’t show for our session, and then I turned on the news and you know the rest. If I had to guess, I’d say Alex Roth is involved. In our last session, she spoke extensively of her connection to him. She was obsessed with him.”

Amanda hoped that was enough information. Her job had been to forge a close relationship with Sophie. Close enough that Sophie would confide every thought and deed to her. Lately, Sophie had been slipping away. She'd felt it and tried to rectify it, but the Apex job had changed her client. Sophie was a hyper-malleable individual. Some might call it adaptable, if they were taking a positive view of the trait which allowed her to become whatever she needed to be in order to survive.

“So Alex has gotten himself entangled. That’s good. That’s very good. Thank you, Amanda. You’ve done an excellent job.”

Amanda sighed with relief. That was a call she had not been looking forward to taking. Indigo was remorseless and relentless, and Sophie appeared to be a large part of whatever plan was unfolding. She didn’t want to know what the plan was. She took the money, did what she was told, and didn’t ask questions.

She gathered her bag, her keys, and her stress ball, headed out toward the door. After a day like today, a nice hot bath and a glass of wine was the only cure for what ailed her.