Shattered Pieces (Undercover Elite Book 1)(35)

“That fucking hurts,” I scream out. I try to rise but he clamps his large hand around the back of my neck and stops me.

“You’re not going anywhere because I’m fucking you senseless, you nosey little girl. I’m giving you the opportunity to see what’s on my desk, up close and personal.

I hear him unzip his pants and I know he’s pulling out his cock. I also know he’s rock hard because he gets off on dominating me.

“Oh, you want that don’t you?” he taunts me, rubbing his cock up and down my slit.

I dig my fingers into the desk and push back on him. “Fuck yes, I want it. I want all of it.”

“That’s a good girl. Ride that cock.” His fingers trail up and down my spine as my thrusts become more urgent.

“Ride it, baby. Push back on it. That’s it. Take every single inch of that cock that’s meant for you.”

I purposely roll my hips in little circles as I push back on him.

“Don’t fucking play with me, girl.” He grabs my hips, digging his fingers into them, and his thrusts become violent. “Play with yourself. Get those fingers down on that clit.” My whole body shakes as an orgasm rages through me as soon as my finger makes contact.

I collapse down onto the desk as he furiously pumps in and out of me until he unloads. Damn, this man is bringing out a side of me I have never experienced with any other man. Before, I couldn’t stand to be with men sexually and now, I can’t seem to get enough. His voice cuts through my euphoric, post-orgasm bliss.

“Are you ready to tell me what the fuck you’re looking for, or do I need to bust that ass again? Think before you answer because, this time, I’ll use my belt.”





Cash

Damn, this girl is going to be the death of me. I open a drawer and grab some baby wipes to clean us up. I sit in my office chair and put her on my lap. “It’s time to talk, girl.”

“What are you hiding from me?”

“How do you know I’m hiding something from you?”

“You’re not the only perceptive one in this relationship. Does it have anything to do with my sister?”

“Yes, but I didn’t want to bring it up until I was sure.”

“What? What, Cash? Just tell me.”

“I’m not convinced she’s dead.”

“I just can’t believe she would go four years without a word if she wasn’t. It isn’t like my sister to just give up all contact. She spent her whole life protecting and watching over me.”

“I don’t want you to get excited but if he has something to hold over her head, it could be the reason she’s stayed with him and it could also be the reason she stopped contacting you.”

“Why would he go through all that just to keep her there with him? Staging her death is a pretty drastic measure.”

“Why did I go through all I did to keep you here? It could be as simple as that he is obsessed with her. You have to remember that he has a lot to lose. She knows the ins and outs of his operation. If she threatened to leave him, he would only have two choices: kill her, or hold her there against her will. If he loved her, he wouldn’t be able to bring himself to kill her. He could, however, hold her hostage.”

I can see the hope in her eyes and it scares me. If I am wrong, it’ll be like losing her sister all over again. I don’t want to be responsible for that. If it hadn’t been for her nosing around my desk, I wouldn’t have told her at all.

“Cash, if we’re going to work together, you can’t hide things from me. I’m either in this all the way or not in it at all. You can’t pick and choose what you tell me.”

“Oh, you’re in. I can assure you of that.” I take her chin and force her to look at me. “I will never let you go. You can run to the ends of the earth and I’ll find you. I have the means, the resources, and the obsession to keep you right here where I want you. I will never let you go.”





Chapter Twenty Two


Rhonda

I’m standing upstairs at the third floor window and peering down on the parade of cars making their way into the estate. I ease back a little so that I can still see what’s going on but I can’t be seen from the outside. I can feel my heart racing as I view each car’s driver exit and open the doors for the men coming to see my husband.

I step back, even more out of the way, when one of the men looks up towards my window. A shiver runs down my spine as he unbuttons his suit jacket and reveals a holstered gun. I really hope he didn’t see me. I don’t want any of these men asking Steven about me or he’ll know I’ve been spying.