Borden (Borden #1) (18 page)

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It was my first time in a Ferrari. I tried not to act so excited, but I was bursting at the seams inside. I felt a little awkward because the drive had been a silent one. I ran away with my thoughts, feeling things I shouldn’t. Like safe. That was the last thing this man was given how riled up he made me.

I tried not to look at him, but I was like Granny. I just had to rudely stare. I was immune to his punishments, so I didn’t worry about being caught gawking.

He caught me looking every time. After about the sixth time his eyebrows rose in exasperation. “Didn’t anyone tell you it’s rude to stare?”

I spotted some discomfort in him. Either he hated being stared at –and who wouldn’t – or he wasn’t used to it. People
did
turn away when he looked anywhere in their vicinity. It was always per his demand to be looked at directly.

I wondered why I enjoyed making him uncomfortable. I had some kind of weird fascination pushing his buttons to see how far he would go without losing his shit. Sort of like what he was doing to me.

I ignored his question.

“Don’t drop me off in front of the apartment building,” I said. “I’d hate for anyone to do something to your car. Lot of people loiter around there.”

“Don’t worry about my car in your ghetto,” he replied.

“Ghetto, huh?”

“How else would you describe your living environment? Educate me.”

I thought for a moment. It was a miserable little area, I’ll give him that. A lot of gangs lurked there and they were none too welcoming either. They hadn’t bothered me personally, and were more affiliated with drug exchanges than girls, so it wasn’t all that bad.

“Pretty ghetto,” I finally agreed quietly. “We’re not all lucky and rich.”

Well, that was a clear dig at him.
Nothing like being another poor person with a chip on their shoulder, Emma!

“I wasn’t until a lot later in life,” he corrected me. “I had my fair share of poverty before I left town. I’ve been to places that make your apartment dwelling look like a dream.”

My eyes widened in surprise.

“I never knew that,” I said. “I mean, nobody ever said anything about that.”

“That’s because nobody knows of my travels,” he mumbled disinterestedly. “I’d like to keep it that way too.”

“Oh.”

I wasn’t sure if I was allowed to pry, though I wanted to – and suddenly I
really
wanted to.

“Where did you go?” I blurted out.

“Away from here.”

“Was it scary?”

He tensed a little, his thoughts firing behind his eyes. “Yes,” he truthfully answered. “It was.”

The car slowed down on the street facing the apartment complex. He looked at the building and then at the same group of men out front of the entrance doors, all five of them. They still never hassled me, and I was inclined to think they were genuinely okay guys, but Borden frowned at the sight of them. Rightfully wary.

“Let me walk you in,” he said, turning off the engine.

“You don’t have to,” I quickly replied.

He just stared at me.

Shit.

We got out and headed to the entrance doors of the apartment building. He had his hand wrapped around my waist, as though marking me in front of the men. They heard our footsteps and turned to look at us. Their eyes wandered about my body and one whistled faintly. I reddened and kept my eyes drawn to the pavement. They didn’t say anything, but I caught Borden glaring at them.

I unlocked the door and walked in. He followed too closely behind. In the elevator, he looked at the graffiti-filled walls and ceiling in pure distaste.

“This is just sad,” he muttered. “How much are you paying on rent every month for this hellhole?”

“Let’s just say most of my paycheck before you hired me,” I replied, unable to conceal my smile.

We got off on my floor and walked to my apartment. I stopped at my door and was about to say something when the screaming next door erupted and the television roared from the other side. He looked in the directions they were coming from.

I smiled. “Nothing wrong with a bit of white noise, right?”

“Right,” he muttered, his lips flitting up. “Gives me a bit of nostalgia, to be honest. I didn’t live far from here when I was your age.”

“It’s gotten a bit better. The crime, I mean.”

He shook his head slowly. “Not by much, doll.”

I turned away from his enthralling eyes and unlocked my door. Stepping inside, I turned on the hallway light.

“Thank you for the ride,” I told him, turning around to face him.

He stood unmoving in front of me, like he was waiting for something else.

“And for taking me inside,” I added.

He looked into my eyes and then over my head and into my apartment. It took me only a second to realize what his intentions were.

“You can go now,” I said, unsure of how else I should shoo him away.

“Not going to invite me in?” he asked in surprise.

“No,” I quickly responded with a shake of my head. “That would be like diving into open waters and waiting for the sharks to start circling me.”

He processed my words in silence, looking thoughtful as ever.

“I’m not so bad,” he finally said.

I raised a sceptical brow. “You’re a crim…” I paused. “I just don’t feel comfortable with you outside of work. This is meant to be a professional arrangement.”

“Fuck professionalism. There’s nothing fun about it.”

I sighed. “It’s not meant to be fun.”

“Invite me in, Emma.”

“No. I still don’t know much about you anyway.”

“What would you like to know?”

Oh, jeez.

“Well, why do you want to come in so much?” I retorted, annoyed.

“I’ve never been turned away before.” He shrugged. “I usually… I usually do that.”

“So because you don’t have control of the situation, you feel like you can push me around and try and persuade me into letting you into my privacy? And don’t you dare threaten me, either, because you’ve exhausted every freaking thing you can threaten me over –”

He interrupted me by putting his hand in his pocket and taking out a money clip filled with hundred dollar notes. My eyes widened.

“It’s not control,” he told me, looking down at the money. “It’s that I want you. For a very long time, I’ve wanted you.”

When I didn’t respond, he leaned forward, coming to my level, resting his hands against each side of the doorway so that he was a foot away from my stunned face.

“I haven’t been with a woman in a very long time. I’m clean as a whistle, and I’ve got a lot of money. A few grand in my hand here if you want it. I’m not asking for anything else. We can keep it strictly business. I don’t have a problem with giving you money in exchange for–”

“Are you out of your mind?” I interrupted harshly. I wanted to scream at him but I bit my tongue. “I’m not a whore!”

“I never said you were.”

“You’re throwing money in my face so you can sleep with me?”

“We wouldn’t be sleeping.”

“You’re crazier than I thought.” I was practically spewing through clenched teeth, I couldn’t believe what he was saying! “You think I’m desperate enough to have sex with
you
?
You
?!”

“You do live quite poorly, Emma.”

“I would rather eat rat faeces than accept payment for throwing away my dignity to a horrible man like you.”

“You would eat rat faeces? I’m starting to wonder how kinky you are–”

“Go away, Borden.”

“It’s a simple exchange, money for sex–”

My anger had risen to a boiling point, and I wound up slapping him across the face as hard as I could. Again, the bomb had exploded. There was ringing in the air, and I was hovering over my body, watching in awe at what I had done.

Then, there it was: the surprise on his face, his chest rising and falling quickly, and the sudden hunger in his eyes when he looked at me.

My last thought was,
oh fuck,
before he took a step forward and smashed his lips against mine.

Emma

I’d never been kissed like this before. Not even last time with him compared to this.

Was it even considered kissing when I felt like I was being devoured?

And why was my traitorous body unable to pull away from him?

I shook from the rush of his tongue invading my mouth, of how harshly he was pushing me back until I was against the wall of my unit. I vaguely heard the sound of the door slamming shut before his hands grabbed at either side of my face. One hand moved to my hair and gripped a chunk of it back so that my face slanted up to his.

He tasted like mint and fruit and all male. I felt his lower body pushing against mine, pinning me in one spot, and the hard ridge in his pants against my stomach.

Holy shit. Holy fucking shit.

Those hands moved down my body, lightly over my breasts and then harshly around my hips, squeezing them before travelling further down to my thighs. All the while, he kissed me and barely broke away to breathe. His tongue clashed over mine and his teeth nipped at my bottom lip. I breathed out erratically into his opened mouth as his hands pulled my dress further up my thighs. I felt cold air on my exposed skin and then his hot hands on the back of my thighs.

I gasped when he picked me up and, to my shame, I steadfastly wrapped my legs around his hips. He pushed even further into me, until his length pressed harder against the front of my exposed underwear, right at the nub of my nerves. A single brush against it and my body exploded with an electric jolt of pleasure.

I was hot. Insanely hot. My body was overheated, my skin already stricken with sweat, my hair tangled, my mouth dry, and my senses burnt out. He pulled back just slightly and then ground his erection into me. I inhaled sharply as another jolt of pleasure shot up my body, encompassing me in its short-lived bliss.

He licked my lips and regarded me through hooded eyes. He ground harder into me again, and I shut my eyes briefly and let out a moan. Oh, it’d been so long. So. Damn. Long since I’d felt the warmth of another man.

But this wasn’t just another man. He was a predator that screamed strength and power and I gladly surrendered myself to the feel of him. He breathed harshly against me, licking his way along my jawline before pulling back again.

“Do it again,” he grunted out anxiously.

Confused, I opened my eyes and scanned his face. In a cloud of lust, I couldn’t understand what he meant. He was panting against me, holding me up without effort, and staring at me as if he was in desperate need of something.

Do it again. Do
what
again?

Under the dim light I saw his one cheek redden, and it suddenly occurred to me what he wanted.

He wanted me to slap him?

No, no, no. This would be a serious libido killer. I didn’t want to slap him! Well, I mean, I
wanted
to slap him, but not for pleasurable reasons and not right this very second.

My hesitation was obvious. He leaned in and licked my lips again and I hastily tried to kiss him, needing to feel more of him, but he pulled back before my lips met his.

“Do it again,” he demanded now. “Or should I continue to wave my money around and call you a whore this time to get you to–”

I slapped him. Harder than before. The same bewildered look crossed his face. His erection intensified against me and I was… confused and horny as all hell, but so confused.

I watched his cheek redden even more and his chest heaved up and down quicker. He was full blown panting as if he’d run a marathon. He wrapped his hand around my hair again, fisting it roughly against my scalp before he dove back into my mouth. I shook in his grip with the need for friction against my pelvis, and he appeased me with one rough grind that had me wrapping an arm around his neck to keep him closer to me.

I was drenched and needy, and when he painfully tugged at my hair, sending sharp pain throughout my body, I moaned unexpectedly as the pain pooled with my pleasure.

“You like it rough, don’t you?” he murmured, sucking my lip.

I shook my head, denying it.

“No?” he whispered before tugging my hair again, drawing out another hiss and a moan. “Your body says otherwise.”

Pulling my hair, he angled my head upwards so that his mouth had free access to my throat. He sucked along my skin harshly and bit, causing me to gasp and moan again. My fingers dug into his back, and he groaned and bit me harder before licking away the marks.

Holy fuck, what was happening?

He ground into me another time, and by then I was so damn horny, my entire body was tense and my legs painfully coiled around his hips.

“Fuck me,” I demanded, without thought.

“Work for it,” he retorted, lightly rubbing his erection against me.

I shook, and with one hand I clawed at his back, breaking the skin and digging into it, and with the other, I pulled at his hair, trying to force him to move his mouth to mine. When he finally relented, I wasted no time before I struck him again across the face. He growled out, his lustful eyes looking more charged than before as he kissed me, possessing my mouth, capturing my tongue until our lips were moulded together.

We were a ball of sweat when he finally decided to push off the wall and move backwards. His hand grabbed at the back of my dress, hastily pulling the zipper down while I worked my way through the buttons of his shirt, peeling it off of him.

He found my bedroom door with remarkable haste, like he’d already known the layout of my apartment. He opened the door and hurried me inside, plopping me straight down on the bed before tearing my dress off. I heard the fabric stretch and snap, and if I wasn’t so needy, I’d have mourned the damn thing.

“Fuck yeah,” he grumbled, his hands working their way up my legs as he stared at my half-naked body sprawled out before him. He was standing at the edge of the bed, burning my skin with his gaze, looking messy with his hair dishevelled and his torso bare. I shook pleasantly at the way he looked down at me, the same heated excitement on his face as if this was entirely new for him.

And maybe it was. Maybe Borden had never been struck before and enjoyed it. Whatever was the reason, I was pleased because his cock was hard and full, straining against his pants. I wanted it out. I wanted to see how big he was. I wanted to know how full he would feel inside of me. I wanted nothing more than to be pleasured. It was a selfish need made all the more exciting because it was coming from him – a dangerous man – who was treating me like I wasn’t made of goddamn glass.

“Fuck, you have a nice body,” he remarked.

I bloomed at his compliment.

He leaned over me without climbing on the bed, and rested one arm beside my head. He captured my bottom lip with his mouth, sucking it harder than before. I squirmed beneath him as he let go and worked his mouth down my body. He wasn’t soft about it. He lightly bit at my throat and below my collar bone, leaving tingles behind in the cool air. He grabbed at my breasts through the bra and squeezed as he continued his trek down my stomach and to my pelvic bone. Then he pulled back and grabbed at my hand, pulling me up so that I was standing in front of him.

“Take your bra off,” he demanded.

I wasted no time unbuckling it and slipping it off. His eyes raked my exposed chest before he gestured to my underwear.

“That too, Emma.”

I peeled it off of me and stepped back, completely nude, completely exposed, in nothing but my heels. I didn’t feel shy about my nudity. This was me, and if he didn’t want it, that was his loss.

“Twelve out of ten,” he murmured, looking over every inch of me. “Now get on your knees and unbuckle me.”

My mouth parted in surprise. I didn’t move.

“Emma,” he repeated solemnly, “do you want me to fuck you?”

I was horny as hell, of course I wanted him to fuck me. “Yeah.”

“Then get on your knees and unbuckle me.”

I’d never done as I was told in sexual situations, mostly because the man was wise enough to know never to order me around, but…Borden was different. My senses were so blurred and my needs so high, I didn’t hear the battle roaring within me about submitting to a guy like him.

So I went down on my knees and I inched my way toward him, looking up his massive torso, taking in his rippling hard muscles and tattoos before meeting his heavy eyes. He looked delicious.

Gingerly, I unbuckled his belt and unzipped him, and then I stopped and looked up at him. He didn’t say a word, as if leaving me to decide whether I wanted to take it further. And of course I wanted to. This man had an endless ego, and I admittedly wanted to see his package.

I pulled down his briefs and his cock sprang free. Heat rushed through me at the visual.

Okay, so he was big.

Very fucking big.

I slowly wrapped my hand around him, and he was thick too. My fingers didn’t even touch. Un-fucking-believable, like this long dick needed another reason to be more perfect than it already was. And was that…

I paused and looked up into Borden’s eyes. “You’re pierced.”

His lip curved up. “Are you going to suck me, Emma? Or keep staring at my cock?”

In that moment, I really loved his vulgar mouth.

My tongue darted out hungrily and licked the head of his shaft. He closed his eyes and inhaled sharply, the look of pleasure warming his features. I’d never seen him with that look before. He was usually so broody and solemn, never exposed like this. I felt my insides tighten just then and my need skyrocketed.

I brought him into my mouth, sucking him gently, playing with the frenulum piercing a couple inches below his head. The damn thing was a little intimidating on a dick like Borden’s. I continued to stare up at him as I bobbed my head up and down, taking in every delicious feature on his face. His hand settled over my head and fisted my hair. He growled faintly and his cock hardened in my mouth as I took him further in. He directed my movements and speed, sometimes shoving himself deeper inside my mouth, but never far enough to make me gag.

Which I appreciated.

“Fuck,” he whispered.

He abruptly pulled my head away from his length and forced me up on my feet. He pushed me back, until I collapsed on the bed, knocking the breath out of me. He hastily took off the rest of his clothes and dropped to his knees. He grabbed my legs and pulled me to him, slinging them over his shoulders. He left me no time to react when his mouth invaded my sex, and I tensed at the sudden feeling. My heels dug into his back, and I cried out, grabbing at his head and digging my fingernails into his scalp.

The white hot pleasure was so intense, I bucked beneath him. He sucked at my clit and my nails dug into the back of his head as I grinded against his mouth. He gripped me even tighter, groaning along with me, like he was enjoying it as much as me.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I moaned, on the precipice of pleasure. “Don’t stop. Don’t…”

But he stopped.

He fucking stopped.

Pulling away, he stood back up, and I could see in the dark his lips glistening of me. He grabbed hold of my hips and flipped me around, pulling me up on my knees so my ass was in the air. He spread my legs wide, and I shivered at the feel of the tip of his cock rubbing against my pussy, grazing his piercing over my clit. I breathed hard, gripping the sheets with anticipation. His hand roamed up my back and around my breast. He squeezed it, rocking his own hips back and forth, nudging my entrance with his head.

Oh, my God.
My eyes were going to roll to the back of my head, I was so wet and ready. I felt him lean over me, his breath tickling my ear. His voice broke through the tense silence.

“Do you know how sore you’re going to be come morning? You’re going to remember I’ve been here. You’re going to hurt and remember how deep my cock was buried inside of you.”

I shut my eyes and nodded in acceptance, seeking his promise, wanting it to be fulfilled.

Then he moved away and he slowly filled me, stretching me around his cock. I breathed in sharply at the intrusion. It took everything in me not to moan out loud. I gripped the sheets tighter as he continued to fill me, and I felt
everything
. Sure, it’d been a long time since I’d been with a man, but never had I been filled like this before. He was big, almost too big. And while I appreciated his length in this moment, I couldn’t help but dread how full of himself he was going to be after this.
Just another ego trip for Bully Borden.

He groaned low and deep in his throat behind me, distracting me from my thoughts. He went in and in until he couldn’t anymore. Squeezing my hip, he stilled for a moment.

“Fuck, Emma,” he rasped behind me. “So fucking tight.”

I was too busy feeling the strange, foreign shape of his piercing buried inside of me. I didn’t feel it so much when he went still, but as he started to move it was impossible to ignore. I couldn’t decide whether I liked it or not, until he went in rougher than before – and then there it was, a spark of some sort that made my whole body shake involuntarily.

Holy shit.

The sensation felt good, but it was way too overwhelming. I tried to push away, but Borden kept me still as he eased in and out, quicker with every thrust. The quiet lover I had always been disintegrated into a cloud of smoke. Now I was eagerly trying to move away when every thrust inwards made me groan in both pleasure and pain.