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Forced by the Quarterback
Forced Series, Book 5
For three years, I'd lusted after Jericho, my brother's best friend and quarterback of our college football team. He's never paid me any attention, considering me nothing more than a little sister he never had. Now, I'm starting freshman year and I'm sharing a suite with my brother. Jericho is over all the time, but he'll never see me as anything other than the shy girl he met three years ago. But that's not who I am. Not really. To get over Jericho – and to finally get off – I’ve arranged a meeting with HardcoreDom. If I can't have Jericho, I'll give myself to a man who will master me, force me, and dominate me the way I desperately need.
Counsellor
Acquisition Series, Book One
In the heart of Louisiana, the most powerful people in the South live behind elegant gates, mossy trees, and pleasant masks. Once every ten years, the pretense falls away and a tournament is held to determine who will rule them. The Acquisition is a crucible for the Southern nobility, a love letter written to a time when barbarism was enshrined as law.
Now, Sinclair Vinemont is in the running to claim the prize. There is only one way to win, and he has the key to do it—Stella Rousseau, his Acquisition. To save her father, Stella has agreed to become Sinclair's slave for one year. Though she is at the mercy of the cold, treacherous Vinemont, Stella will not go willingly into darkness.
As Sinclair and Stella battle against each other and the clock, only one thing is certain: The Acquisition always ends in blood.
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Forced by the Kingpin
Forced Series Book 1
Celia Aaron
Forced by the Kingpin
Celia Aaron
Copyright © 2015 Celia Aaron
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Forced by the Kingpin
Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter One
Alexi
Jessica was in my rearview. She thought she was far enough back that I couldn’t see her. Of course I could. I’d followed her every move for the past month. Nothing she did escaped my notice, not since she first pinged on my radar.
Jessica was a journalist. She thought she could expose me.
I ran the underground in my city – prostitutes, drugs, protection money. Jessica tried to track me down, to pin all my sins on me in print. She’d gotten close, too close. Now, she was mine. Her tight little body had to be punished, and I was all too happy to do what needed to be done.
I smiled and floored it, the muscle car roaring beneath me and plunging into the dark night ahead. She would follow. Jessica was foolhardy and naïve, just what I needed to make my trap work.
The car ate up the ground at a hellish pace as I’d intended. I needed her speeding through the night with me. She obliged, her headlights coming back into view. We were flying out along a road leading to the industrial park I owned.
I reached down and smoothed the heel of my palm along my already hard cock. I was going to be buried balls deep in Jessica’s sweet pussy in under an hour. I wanted her begging, screaming for me to stop. I wouldn’t. Nothing would keep me from her, from what was mine.
I shook my head at her failure to appreciate the danger she’d put herself in. She thought I’d been her obsession all this time, when in fact, she was mine. She’d been investigating my empire for months. Visiting my businesses, sticking her nose where it didn’t belong. I’d watched every moment of surveillance footage, observing her round ass, her high, ample tits.
She was smart, asked all the right questions, and had actually been digging up a good bit of dirt. Clever and resourceful, she made a worthy adversary. But I didn’t want her for her mind.
I’d planted cameras in her house, her office, anywhere she went. I knew what she had on me. I knew who her few friends were. I knew she preferred writing about me over any other assignment.
I knew what she looked like naked. I knew she had red curls at her snatch and a perfect little pink pussy.
I’d been through her computer. I hated every time she emailed or texted with some other man. I didn’t give a damn if it was for work. She was mine. Every part of her body belonged to me. I was going to mark it as my territory tonight. She would never even be able to look at her pussy without first thinking of me, thinking of my face or my cock buried there.
I even knew what sort of porn she liked to watch. I laughed. She loved questionable consent scenes. Straight up tie her down and fuck her raw shit. What was so funny was that was exactly what she was going to get. I was going to discipline her. To make her never again think to look into my business ventures. I was going to fuck every hole on that little bitch’s body and leave her soaked in my cum.
I imagined her red hair, those blue eyes looking up at me as I fucked her mouth. My little obsession’s lips would be filled with my cock, my spend, in no time at all. And not just mine.
I dialed. “Light her up.”
“Got it.” Jackson’s voice came back before the connection ended.
I saw his red and blue lights in my rearview as he sped behind Jessica’s white SUV. She was a good girl. She pulled over like she was supposed to, just like I knew she would.
My cock ached at the thought of Jackson getting to touch her first. We’d shared plenty of women before, but Jessica was special. I would be the first to sink into her sweet cunt, the first to make her scream.
Chapter Two
Jackson
I walked up to Jessica’s car, my shit kickers crunching on the gravel roadside. Her blue eyes were luminous in the moonlight.
“Officer, I know I was speeding, but I’m on a really important assignment for the Daily Herald, so if you don’t mind—”
“Step out of the vehicle ma’am.”
Her mouth shouldn’t be wasted talking. It should be wrapped around my shaft. It was already straining against the zipper of my uniform. This was going to be good.
She gave an exasperated sigh before removing her seat belt and obeying.
“Face the vehicle.”
She crossed her arms over her chest. She was wearing a graphite gray pencil skirt and a button up white blouse. Her hair was loose, blowing in the light breeze. I wanted to fist it and force her down to suck me off right then and there. I didn’t. I grabbed her arm and turned her forcefully against her car.
I started at her shoulders, smoothing my big palms over her small frame and then ran them down her sides, feeling the generous swells of her breasts under my fingertips. She made a sound of protest. I moved closer to her, pressing my erection into her backside as I gripped her. On the grainy video, it would look like a regular pat down.
“Officer!”
I smiled at her objection and yanked her arms behind her. The cuffs clicked into place around her small wrists, and I dragged her along to my cruiser.
“You can’t arrest me! I didn’t do anything. I want to speak to my lawyer. This is a violation of the Constitution. I’ll have your badge for this.” And finally, my very favorite came out of her mouth. “Don’t you know who I am?”
I shoved her down into the backseat so she was eye level with the bulge in my trousers.
“Oh.” The word escaped her. I slammed the door in her face and went back to her car to collect her bag and the registration papers from the glove box.
I returned to the cruiser and slid behind the wheel. “Reckless driving, ma’am, is an offense leading to arrest in this state. So is assaulting a police officer.”
She went back to sputtering about how she’d been railroaded. I kept everything nice and professional on the cruiser video. She had no idea what I was about to do to her. Cuffing her little wrists was acute agony. I wanted to be the one holding them, pressing her down while I rammed my cock into her until I coated her pussy with my seed.
I smirked, thinking of how much Alexi was going to enjoy fucking this bitch’s mouth. She’d been writing and spewing tales about him – all true, of course – in the paper and on the Internet. He was going to ride her hard, make her pay for every word she wrote. I was more than happy to watch, to hold her down while she begged us to stop.
I drove to Alexi’s warehouse and pulled around to the back. I flipped the cruiser camera off. I’d gotten enough to prove my case should Jessica decide to tell anyone I’d mistreated her during her arrest. And no one would believe a word out of her mouth about what was about to happen. It was all too far-fetched. Not to mention the fact that I intended to keep her in the holding cell for at least a week before letting her speak to anyone but me.