"The Hacker and the Mob Boss" ❦
Reyna Fields seems to be an ordinary girl with her thick-framed glasses, baggy clothes, hair always up in a ponytail, and her head tucked away behind a computer screen. However, no one knows she's armed with a genius...
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I underestimated Saint.
After I hung up the phone and used the restroom, I opened the door to my bedroom only to find him waiting right outside of it. I couldn't exactly see him because the darkness swallowed his figure, but I could feel him. I just knew it was him.
Before I could react, he reached out and grabbed me by my neck, forcing me into the room where he slammed the door shut right before locking it. Just like that, a familiar knock thumped on my mind, reminding me that I was an animal locked away in a cage. My only duty was to give what Saint wanted with my tail tucked in between my legs. If I allowed myself to be, I was nothing but his pet.
"You hung up on me." He chuckled sinisterly. The hairs on the back of my neck sprang up like his voice was a drill sergeant demanding their attention.
I wanted to speak, but his grip on my neck only grew stronger and stronger with each passing second. He was almost matching the rhythm to a ticking clock with the flex of his hand.
"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't spank the shit out of you," he demanded, his breath fanning the side of my face. My toes curled in fear-maybe even anticipation. My heart was pounding so loudly that I was sure he could hear it.
When I glanced into his eyes, I could see his rage dancing with the devil.
I couldn't fix my mouth to inform him of why I deserved to be spared. Even though I was a grown woman who could do what I wanted to. It wouldn't matter to Saint. I settled with remaining silent, focusing on just trying to breath. Oxygen was barely passing through my system. There was no way I could gather a large enough breath to say what I wanted to say.
I reached up to grab his hands, hoping to pry him off of me, but he was far too strong.
"Or maybe... maybe I should just kill you right here, right now. How does that make you feel, Angel? Dying by my hands before you even get the chance to find mommy?" he questioned, a sinister smile on his face like he actually meant it. As I looked into his eyes, his very own darkness seemed to fear him as it begged me to be a good girl because he was a man of his word.
However, I had no plans on being a good girl anymore. I was tired of his threats. No longer would I allow him to control me. I wasn't going to be an animal locked away in a cage anymore. It didn't matter if I had to ignore the extra thump in my heart and shiver down my spine, I would never bow down again.
Just like I had seen Savannah do, I rose my knee and slammed it into his shaft. He quickly let me go, allowing me to finally breathe in all the oxygen my lungs were screaming for.
"Fuck!" he exclaimed, grabbing onto his dick.
Saint had been squeezing my throat so tightly that it almost hurt to breathe. I crouched down, grasping my neck as I tried to get as much oxygen to my lungs that I possibly could. However, Saint was quickly recovering, and if I thought he was pissed before, he was definitely pissed now.
Just as I was about to get away, Saint grabbed my hair and pulled me into him. I placed my hands on his chest, ready to push him away at any sign of danger, but instead, he took me by surprise when he leaned down and captured my lips with his.
I should have pushed him. I should have kicked him again. I should have done anything other than part my lips and let him in. His tongue battled with my own as it slashed my own with such spite.
Stupid. Foolish. Horny. Stupid.
Saint was the first guy to ever truly look at me. The first guy to ever kiss me. The first guy to ever touch me. The first guy to ever even want me. He was the first person I ever felt even an ounce of attraction for. No one could deny his 6'3 build, his beauty, his hustle, his demand for attention without having to do doing a single thing. It was the only reason I pulled him closer and allowed him to suck my bottom lip into his mouth.
Saint's grip in my hair tugged my head back, craning my neck for his lips that kissed down my lips to my chin to the roof of my neck. Just one butterfly kiss sent a jolt straight to my core. Anticipation lingered at my center as he sucked my skin, coaxing a low moan from my throat.
His lips parted even more as he took more of my skin. I could just feel my eyes rolling in the back of my head. He knew exactly how to work his tongue, his teeth, his everything. A pool began to gather in between my thighs.
His hand latched onto my center. It was painful but I couldn't ignore the pleasure that loomed in the dark corner, waiting for the right moment to attack as his finger dug into me. The memory of the ball kept resurfacing as he dragged his finger up and down my covered slit.
His lips hovered over my neck. "Only I can make you feel this way," he whispered.
"And how do you make me feel?" I challenged, my voice deeper, huskier. I couldn't even recognize myself. A hunger lingered in my tone and I was frightened of the beast that would emerge if it wasn't satisfied.
"Lips parted, body shivering, pussy wet," he said. To prove his point, he curled his finger outside my clothes right up against my core.
"More like headaches, balled up fists, and frustration," I muttered with as much strength as I could muster. It almost hurt to squeeze the words up my throat as I shot them at him.
He pulled away from me, forcing his warmth away from me. The cool air suddenly nipped and picked at my skin.
I stared at him, wondering what his next move would be. What piece was he going to move?
Suddenly, he pushed me against the wall and spun me around so I wasn't facing him. With his palm on the top of my bag, he made me lean down so my ass was pressed right up against his front. His hand collided with my bottom in seconds. A loud smack thundered throughout the room attempting to cover up my yelp.
"You've been naughty, Reyna. Real, real, real naughty," he muttered, casually rubbing my bottom with such ownership. When I tried to get away from him, he gripped my hip and held me against the wall. I was trapped.
"What happened to my good girl?" he questioned huskily.
I reached back to cup his erection in my hand, feeling the length and girth as it pushed up against the crack of my ass.
