“Fuck off,” Draven said, growling the words.
“That’s not very nice,” I said.
“I’m not a very nice man.”
It was on the tip of my tongue to argue with him, but all too soon, Draven has his hands on my waist, and he’s spun me around so that my back is to him.
“What are you doing?”I asked.
“Shh,” he said, and his fingers cup my chin, tilting my head back and kissing me.It is an odd angle, but I deal with it because I want his lips on mine.
His other hand is creating a riot of sensation all over my body, as the tips of his fingers graze across my right nipple.He doesn’t linger at my tits, and instead I feel my dress lift up.I don’t know what to expect, but he presses his palm flat against my core, and I cry out.The pleasure is so intense I don’t want him to stop.
His lips continue kissing me, and I feel so consumed.They are like a fantasy.I want to get drunk on his lips.
Draven moved my panties out of the way, and his fingers started to explore my pussy.He stroked across my mound and slid between my slit, stroking my clit.The moment he found my clit, I couldn’t hold back and cried out, not wanting him to stop.
I felt the instant change within my body ...how good it felt to be touched by him.I was so incredibly wet.
Everything I knew about sex, I had learned myself.It was another part of my rebellion—watching porn, reading books about sex.I had done everything I could to understand it, but I hadn’t completed that last part—actually having sex.I didn’t cross that line.
Until now.
****
Draven
After I brought Maeve to a screaming orgasm and swallowed down her cries, I made sure we went to the dining room to enjoy lunch.I know Maeve is confused.Yes, all I want to do is sink my dick balls-deep inside her, but she is also a virgin.I am not going to terrify her on that first time.Besides, I rather like this build-up.
As for Maeve’s father, I am going to take my time and enjoy squashing everything he has built.His death is only a matter of time.
As for the drugs, his youngest son was an addict, and in the past twenty-four hours, that man would have bought some tainted product and would currently be in the hospital fighting for his life.His death was inevitable.
The Taylor family had not raised good people.
Maeve’s youngest sister was a bully.I have evidence of the pain and suffering she had inflicted on a young girl, who had to be hospitalized because of what she had done.The girl had been pushed from a building after being beaten.Meave’s sister had been the one to order everyone to hurt this girl and then had pushed her off the building.
The youngest brother liked to drug women and rape them.The list went on from torture, abuse, addiction.They were not a good family.
I can’t help but wonder if my father made that deal, knowing there was a chance the Taylor family would end up dead.Killing them was going to be easy.
I was waiting to see if Maeve was the same; however, I knew she was different.She had admitted the truth to me, stating she had never really been part of the family.She lived separately from them.
I was also dealing with Mikhail Vasiliev.He had attempted to rob one of my casinos on the same day my wife had been attacked.They hadn’t gotten away.My men had captured his, and he made them all get inked on the back of their necks.He lost his chance at getting any of the money from my casino, and he lost his guards.It was a useless play of power and showed the amateur he was.
After lunch, I left Maeve alone to conduct business.With Mikhail Vasiliev attempting to hurt my business, it was only fair I take some from him.
By the end of the evening, I was standing in the hospital across from the youngest Taylor son, who was hooked up to machines after being revived for a third time.He had a long list of rape accusations his father had been able to squash.My father should have taken care of this family when he had the chance.The only consolation was, I got the best this family had to offer.
Joseph Taylor walked into the hospital room, hanging up his cell phone, and the moment he caught sight of me, his face went a bright shade of red.
“Hello, Joseph,” I said.
“What the fuck are you doing here?”
“I guess Mikhail Vasiliev is not a very happy man.”
“You have some nerve coming here.”
