A Real Bad Boy(12)

"It's nothing some time with you can't fix," I admitted and kissed him again.

Those strong arms wrapped around my body and pulled me up into him. I  could feel his erection against my belly, and I knew that I wasn't the  only one who needed this. I wasn't the only one who wanted to fuck.

I dug my nails into his neck. Just a little. Just enough to let him know  that what I wanted wasn't sweet and kind. No, I wanted it rough. I  wanted to be owned by him. I wanted something very different than I ever  thought possible.

I wanted to be slammed into the walls and thrown onto the bed and taken. Completely and utterly taken by him.

It was crazy. Especially after all I'd been through, but I couldn't get  enough of him. I didn't know if we had something more than raw sexual  attraction, and in that moment, I didn't care at all.

I just wanted him.

"Willow, you don't know what you are doing," he warned as he tightened  his grip around me. "If you keep it up, I'll lose my restraint."

"That's what I want," I admitted. I wanted to see how far he would go,  how much I could push him. If I brought him to that place, would he  break? Would he turn into the thing I was afraid of?

"You don't know what you are saying," he countered as he threw me up  against the closest wall, his hands pinning me down. "You don't know  what I'm capable of."

"I want you to do what you want with me. I want you to show me who you  really are." I was hell-bent on tempting him until he did exactly what  he wanted.

He slipped his hands under my blouse and around my stomach as he whispered, "You don't know what you are asking for."

I did know. I knew exactly what I was doing; it was all intentional. So I  grabbed some of his hair at the nape of his neck and I tugged on it,  looking him in the eyes. "Give me all of you, Zachary Murdock."

He growled as he grabbed my breasts and squeezed them, the pain of his  grip accentuating the pleasure of it. Fuck. His hands were large and  warm and so damn firm. I bit my lip and looked into his eyes. I wanted  more than this.

"Willow," he started, but I shut him up with a kiss. It wasn't the kind  of kiss that was sweet and soft, no. It was angry and dark and forced.  Our lips slammed against each other, my teeth coming down on his lip,  his mouth forcing mine open. We fought into the kiss until I was so lost  in him I couldn't find my way out if I wanted to.

He pulled my shirt and bra off and slammed me against that wall again as  he worked on my pants. It was quick, and as soon as he had them  unbuttoned, his hand was there. Feeling me.

I was already wet. Fuck, I was wet on the drive over to tell him what I  wanted. By the time he got me back to his place I was positively soaked.

"God damn," he whispered as he slipped two fingers into me. Fuck. He was going to fuck me right then and there with his fingers.

I let out a moan and pressed myself up against the wall to get leverage  as his fingers slid in and out of me, then started moving faster as he  made a come hither motion.

It was exactly what I needed at that moment, his rough kisses as he  plunged his hand into me over and over, filling me up, giving me a taste  of what was to come. It was exactly what I wanted.

I clung to him, my arms all that were keeping me upright as I kept them firmly planted around his neck.

He was so fucking good at this that he had no idea how much I needed it.                       
       
           



       

So when he picked me up and started towards the study, I sucked in a breath. "Where are you taking me?"

"I wanna fuck you on my desk," he growled. "Bend you over and take you right there."

Oh, fuck. He was going to take me on his Goddamn desk! Beads of sweat  formed on my brow as he carried me into his office and bent me right  over that desk.

The coarse feel of the wood against my bare skin only accentuated the  contrast of his firm hands against my ass as he gripped me.

"You really are going to fuck me right here like this." I almost couldn't believe it.

"Is that what you want, Willow?"

"Yes." It was. I wanted whatever he had to give me. So when his cock  lined up with me and he entered me, I let out a satisfied moan.

Zach gripped my hips as he shoved his cock in and out of me, his length  hitting me over and over again, pushing my body into that hard wood. I  was going to have bruises, but these were the kind I was looking forward  to.

I gripped the edge of his desk as he pounded himself into me, crying out  as my body quickly found its orgasm. He ripped right through my mind  and into my pleasure center as he sent me shuddering over and over  again. Fuck. It was delicious. I clung to him panting as he kept  thrusting into me.

"Willow, oh fuck, Willow. I'm gonna cum." He said the words then groaned  as he orgasmed, his body hot against mine. As soon as he withdrew  himself, he turned me over and picked me up, carrying me to the sofa.

He held me against him for several long moments, the two of us saying nothing.

We didn't need to.





Chapter Eight



Zach



I grabbed the bar and jumped up into the next rung.

Grunting, I pushed it up further and further. Sweat poured off my body  in the warehouse as I pushed myself. Salmon ladders were a great way to  work on upper body strength and balance. It helped to ensure that I  could climb building and structures. Like if we were spying on  billionaires and trying to break into their places.

I wasn't stupid.

I knew what Leo wanted. What he was using me for.

"Looking good, man." Leo looked up at me and said, "You mind coming down  here for a minute? I wanna talk about the next piece of this."

"Sure." I came down rung after rung until I could jump down and looked  right at him. "What do you need, Leo?" He was my employer, but I had to  be honest. He always seemed to know the least convenient time for an  interruption.

"I need you to understand why I am doing this," he said.

"I don't need to know. It's my job."

"It's important to me that you understand. That you believe in it too. It could get us both killed."

I'd put my life on the line for more selfish reasons than this; I wasn't  worried about it, but if it mattered to him, I had to go along with it.

"Why are you doing this?" I asked. A part of me felt like it had to be  for revenge, but I knew that wasn't the only reason. It couldn't be. He  had to have a more formulated plan than that.

Leo was one of the wealthiest billionaires in Fulton County. He wasn't  just going to do things for emotional reasons. That didn't even make  sense.

"I owe Hope this. I loved her. Hell, I still love her. But it's not just  about Hope. I owe my city the chance to find out who is doing this and  to make an example of them. It isn't just her. It's the entire town  dealing with these assholes. Fifteen girls in the last two years.  Fifteen since Hope that were kidnapped, killed, and left somewhere. But  no one is talking about it."

"No one?" I found that hard to believe. How could fifteen non-descript white women be completely ignored by the media?

Leo threw a slew of a folders down onto the steel table separating us.  Photos, documents, statements flew out of them. The faces of murdered  women stared up at me.

Fuck.

This was crazy. If I were anyone else I probably would've backed away.  But I wasn't. I grabbed a picture and looked into it to see the vacant  stare of a dead girl, pale and purple from exposure. Was that how he had  to identify his Hope?

"No one. I'm fucking Leo Chance, and they didn't even try to find my  fiancée. I hired private teams, investigators. All of them came up  empty. That sounds crazy, doesn't it?"

I thought about it. If it was a run of the mill murder, they would've  had something by now. Hell, even if it wasn't, they would've had a God  damn scapegoat to crucify. Instead, it's nothing. An unsolved mystery.  One I'd barely heard of.

I remembered it being in the news a few years back; I remembered reading  about it. But no one really cared. It wasn't national news. But it  should've been.

He was right. There was something going on with it.
                       
       
           



       
"Were any of these women as connected as Hope?"

"No, most of them are just middle-class girls. They go to Tech, Emory,  State or Agnes Scott, like Hope," he said as he looked at me. "I've  tried to analyze it from any angle I could. Any expert I could buy, I  bought. Most of them backed out, though, or they came up empty handed."

I nodded. It sounded exactly like the kind of job that got paid off. No  one wanted to threaten Leo Chance himself, but they threatened his  employees. Or worse.

"Well, you haven't come to me before. I have some guys who can't be  bought. We get them in here, we get them working, and I'm sure we can  dig up something."