Pretty Little Disaster

Chapter 1

NIC

SIX WEEKS AGO

I sit, staring over the balcony onto the dance floor below while the blonde in the sequin dress nibbles on my ear lobe and whispers dirty things to me. When that doesn’t get a reaction she tries sliding her palm over my slacks to stir my cock to life. Her friend finishes hoovering up a huge line of coke from the table in front of me and tries being cute when she giggles and dusts off her nose.

“I like it here.” She crawls across the floor until she’s kneeling in front of me like a dog, then, offering me a vacant smile she picks her champagne flute up from the table and drains it empty.

“You wanna go to the back room?” Her hands slide over my knees. “You look tense. Me and Detra can help with that.” She glances up at her friend and when she makes that desperate little giggle again, I shake my head. Fucking the last brain cells out of these little skanks isn’t going to help offload what’s on my mind. I light myself a smoke and rest back in the seat. Then, just as Fee, or whatever her name is, is about to take out my cock and suck it in front of all the people up here in the VIP section of my brother-in-law's club, I see something downstairs that actually does intrigue me.

“Disappear,” I order both girls, sitting forward and resting my elbows on my knees, watching Lorna-fucking-James standing at the bar with a guy who’s far too old for her.

She’s got her usual huge smile on and seems to be holding on to every word that’s coming out of his mouth.

I laugh at the fake-assed bitch, and I’m qualified to judge, I’ve known that girl practically her whole life, and I know she has no interest in anyone other than herself.

I tilt my head when I notice that the dress she’s wearing is far too short. I’m not used to seeing my sister's best friend all dressed up and looking for attention. All the memories I have of her involve her wearing oversized sweaters, faded jeans, or old Converse. She was always hanging around our place before Madalina got married, and our father died. Lorna is from a different world to ours, one without corruption and danger. One without factions and betrayal, but that didn’t stop her from becoming an honorary member of our family.

I always figured her own were just too busy for her.

We guessed her dad was absent since she never seemed to mention him, and our stepmom, Serena, said her mom’s head was completely in the clouds. Although our family was far from normal, Lorna seemed to always be happy among us. I can’t quite put my finger on when that happiness started to infuriate me, but what I do know is that over the years it’s spread like a fucking cancer.

“Nic, we were hoping we could–”

“I said disappear!” I raise my voice and stand up, resting my arms over the balcony and looking below. It’s a busy night tonight, the dance floor’s rammed with people and while Lorna innocently takes a look around her surroundings, bopping her head to the music, I swear I see the guy she came with slip something into her drink.

I grip the rail as red-hot rage seeps through my veins, especially when Lorna smiles at him gratefully and he lifts up her glass to pass it to her.

“ Son of a bitch! ” I quickly push myself off the railings and march past security, heading down the stairs and pushing through the crowd to get to them both.

“Nic?” Lorna smiles as if she’s happy to see me, and since that never happens, I figure this isn’t the first pill he’s slipped her. So, without any more thought or hesitation, I pull back my arm and slam my fist right into Mr Cock-fucking-sure’s face.

“Nic!” I hear Lorna gasp as he stumbles back against the bar, and when I grab the back of his head and slam him, face-first into the surface of it she immediately puts all her efforts into tugging me off him. “Nic, what the fuck are you doing?” She screams in my ear as everyone around us goes still and watches me beat the fuck out of this scumbag. “Nic, please ,” she begs, and I wait until the fuckers face is shredded open with broken glass before I drop him from my hold and turn to face her.

“You okay?” I check, looking at the dumbfounded look on her face and noticing how her eyes are struggling to focus. She reaches for the bar to steady herself, misjudges its distance, and stumbles.

“Jesus,” I growl furiously, stepping forward so I can toss her up over my shoulder.

“Nic. What are you doing?” Her voice is weak, just like the fight she tries putting up as I carry her to the bathroom.

“Get out!” I bellow at the gang of girls who are surrounding the basin unit then, kicking open one of the stalls, I place Lorna on her knees and gather her long, brown hair at her nape.

“You’ll thank me for this later,” I assure her.

“Thank you for wha–” She chokes and sputters against my fingers when I ram them to the back of her throat, trying to bring up the contents of her stomach and whatever that sly piece of shit has been spiking her drinks with.

She retches a few times before bringing it all up, and I can’t understand why, but breathe a sigh of relief as I hold her hair back and look up at the ceiling.

“Good girl, get it all up,” I tell her, wanting so badly to go back to that cunt and finish him. I switch the hand that's holding her hair so I can take out my cell and quickly send a message to security, ordering them to grab the fucker before he can leave and take him to the office. I can deal with him once I get Lorna home.

“You done?” I check when she uses both her hands on the rim of the toilet to aid herself back on her feet.

“Yeah, I’m done.” She stumbles out of the stall and runs the faucet, filling her hand with water so she can rinse out her mouth.

“Look, Lorna… I–” She silences me when she spins around and throws a right hook at my cheek.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” she yells, shoving me hard in the chest and backing me up against the wall. “You shredded my date’s face open then you bring me in here and force me to throw up. Are you fucking insane?” She taps her temple with her finger.

“Lorna, that prick put something in your drink. I was saving you!” I yell back at her, stepping back into her space and wanting so badly to throttle her that my fingertips feel like they’re on fire.

“Don’t be ridiculous, Pearce wouldn’t do that.”

“Oh yeah, and how well do you know Pearce ?” I ask, stepping even closer so my face is close to hers.

“I…I…” She strokes her hand over her forehead as if she’s confused, then when she stumbles on those high heels again, I waste no more time on discussion.

“Come on.” I bend my knees and lift her back over my shoulder.

“What…come where? I…Nic.”

“I’m taking you home,” I tell her, stomping through the club toward the fire exit, then out into the alley where my car’s parked. I know she moved out of home last year so she could be closer to her college campus, and I figure it’s only right, as her best friend’s brother, to ensure she gets there safely.

Lorna’s done protesting and just flops back in the passenger seat when I rest her in it, her eyes are closed but I can see she’s breathing by the way her chest rises and falls in that tight, little dress she’s wearing.

I get behind the wheel and start heading in the direction of where she lives. I know the area but she’ll have to help me out as we get closer. My phone lights up and I get even more infuriated when I get a message from Seb telling me that the guy who did this to her somehow managed to get away.

“Fuck!” I slam my palm against the wheel, then start wondering why this situation has got me so fucking angry. I don’t care about this girl who’s passed out in my passenger seat. In fact, I fucking hate her. She’s judgemental, opinionated, and far too outspoken.

“Lorna, hey. I’m getting closer to home, I need an address.” I place my hand on her thigh and ignore how soft her skin is as I try to shake her awake.

Her hand reaches forward and taps the dash in front of her. Like she’s trying to locate something.

“My bag. I don’t have my purse, I need my keys.” She frowns with concern, though she still hasn't opened her eyes and her voice is much softer than usual.

“Okay, don’t worry.” My hand lifts up, sliding over her hair and offering her some comfort, then when I realize what I’m doing I quickly place it back on the wheel and focus on the road ahead of me.

I sit in the chair in the corner of my room watching her sleep, making sure she’s breathing, and hating how impossible it is to deny that she’s beautiful. She’s all tangled up in my covers, her cheek is nestled into my pillow and for the past four hours that I’ve spent staring at her, all I’ve wanted to do is climb in beside her and wrap her up in my arms.

I scrub my hand over my face and laugh at my own stupidity.

“Nic?” Her eyes eventually flash open and her hand reaches for her head when she sits up way too fast.

“Relax, you're safe,” I assure her, standing up and grabbing the glass of water I put on the nightstand. I Googled what to do if someone’s been drugged and apparently her mouth will be dry.

“Thanks.” She looks confused as she takes the glass from my hands and takes a sip, a long never-ending sip that makes her gasp when she’s finished.

“Where am I?” She wipes the back of her hand over her cherry-stained lips, smearing them a little more as she takes in her surroundings.

“You're at my apartment,” I tell her, standing over her and folding my arms.

“You brought me to your place?” She looks up at me, and despite everything manages to laugh. “ I have to go.” She goes to get up but I place my hand on her shoulder to keep her right where she is.

“We have to talk first.” I narrow my eyes on her.

“Talk? Talk about what?” She shakes her head.

“About your stupidity.” I let her see how irritated I am, although I probably shouldn’t, right now that irritation feels like a weakness.

“Are you for real?.” She leaps up from my mattress and wobbles on her feet a little as she starts looking around the floor. “Where’s my purse, and my shoes?” she snaps.

“Your shoes are in the living room and your purse is still at the club.”

“The club?” The Vault.

“Yeah, the Vault, where you were last night with that scumbag who spiked your drink.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” She shakes her head and massages her temple.

“Last night, you came to the Vault with an older guy, and I watched him slip a pill into your drink,” I speak slowly and clearly so she takes in what I’m saying.

“No, Pearce wouldn’t do that, he’s a lawyer.” She looks so confused… and cute. Real fucking cute, which should not be my focus right now.

“Oh sorry, I forgot, lawyers don’t like getting laid.” I laugh at her, mostly out of spite, because I hate the way the thought of him touching her is making me feel.

“Do you have to be so condescending?” She barges past me into the hall.

“Do you have to be so na?ve? Jesus Christ, Lorna, do you know what could have happened to you last night if I hadn't been there?” I follow after her. “Who was that guy? He looked old enough to be your fucking father.”

“That's none of your business.” She spins around to tell me, then spotting her heels, she picks them up from the lounge floor and rests on the couch so she can put them on.

“I’d say since I was the one who stopped you from getting raped last night, that it kind of is. How many drinks did you have last night because, judging from the way you were, I’d guess it wasn’t the first pill he gave you.” I clench my fist in frustration when she gets up and moves to the door.

“Where the fuck are you going?” I march after her, placing my palm against it and slamming it shut when she attempts to open it.

“Away from here. Away from you!” She turns around to face me, trapped in the confined space I’ve made between my body and the door.

“You haven’t got your purse, you haven’t got your phone. Do you really think I’d let you leave here without knowing that you're safe?” I ask her, and when she looks up at me through those long, thick lashes, she looks stunned.

“Why do you care?” she whispers. I don’t have an answer for her, not one that I like, anyway. So I ignore all the voices that scream in my head telling me not to and press my lips against hers.

I kiss my sister's best friend and the most irritating woman I have ever met, softly. Savoring how she tastes, and when I eventually pull away, I fully expect to get a full-on smack to the jaw like I did last night in the bathroom. What I don’t expect is for her to grab the front of my shirt and drag me back onto her lips again.

This time there’s nothing soft about the way I kiss her, I take her mouth like I own it, and I press my body tight against hers so she feels every fucking hard inch of me. Sliding my hand from the door, I grip the back of her neck, so she can’t take those lips away from me, and I explore that sharp, over-opinionated tongue of hers with mine.

Her hands rest on my chest but she doesn’t push me away, instead, she moans into my mouth as if I’m not giving her enough of what she needs.

I don’t know what’s come over me, but it’s rash and desperate, it has me gripping the bottom of her dress with both my fists and forcing it up over her hips so it sits around her waist.

“This doesn’t mean I like you.” I feel the need to tell her, as I slide my hand into the front of her panties.

“Same goes,” she whispers as my kisses move down her neck and her hands scrunch up my hair.

“And yet, your pussy’s telling me a different story,” I breathe against her skin, as I unbutton my shirt and shrug out of it.

“Nic, I need to tell you something.” She grips me tighter when I start teasing her entrance with my finger. Everything about this should feel wrong but it doesn’t, if anything, it’s enthralling.

“Is it going to make me want to stop?” I ask as her tight, little snatch puckers around my finger. It’s got me desperate to feel what it would do to my cock.

“I said …is it going to make me want to stop?” I repeat when I don’t get an answer, then kiss more of the bare skin on her neck. Suddenly this irritating girl has become very fucking addictive.

“I don’t know…maybe.” She holds her breath when my fingertip rims her entrance and gets her even wetter for me.

“Then keep it to yourself.” I use my free hand to grasp around her jaw and ensure I have her full attention.

“Do you want me to stop?” I ask, making sure she sees that I’m really fucking serious about what’s going to happen next, and when she shakes her head, the relief I feel makes me panic.

“What, about you, gets me so fucking mad, huh?” I study her pretty face, while I consider sinking my cock inside her drenched, wet pussy. This would usually be the part where I wrap up but Lorna James has me going against all my instincts and breaking my own damn rules. I loosen my belt and lower my zip, releasing my hard cock into my hand and sliding it through my fist. I hate to admit it but this isn’t the first time my sister's best friend’s gotten me hard. There have been plenty of pool parties where she’s shown up in skimpy little bikinis that tortured me. I hated her then, and I hate her now because she makes temptation painful and this only proves how weak I am.

“I’m going fuck you so hard this pussy will feel me inside it for days,” I warn her, forcing her panties down her thighs until they drop to her ankles then lifting her off her feet, I line myself up to slam inside her.

“Fuck, you’re dripping all over me.” My tip rests tight against her entrance, ready to pass the point of no return.

I’ve never fucked a woman without using protection before. I know the repercussions of it, and there should be no exceptions but there's something inside me that needs to know how her sacred, little pussy feels bare. Maybe me fucking her raw might give her a tiny inclination of how it feels every time she fucks with my head. I want her to suffer for those looks she sometimes gives me that make me wonder if she has the same thoughts I do. I want her to regret the way she constantly draws my attention to her lips when we’re in the same room. I’m so fucking mad at her for not being vigilant on her date last night. And for some inexplicable reason, I’m mad at her for even being on a date in the first place. Which makes no sense because I fucking hate this girl.

“Nic, I’m…I’m–” She swallows her words as I slam inside her, making her eyes stretch wide open and a screech erupts from her throat. I look down between us when I feel her body's resistance to take me.

“Fuck, you’re so tight. Am I hur–” The way her cheeks flush pink and her eyes water tells me everything I need to know. “Whoa…No.” I shake my head. “You’re not a fucking virgin !” I hold still inside her, as her clamped-tight pussy adjusts to my size, and when she nods her head back at me slowly, I feel even more pent-up anger trickle into my bloodstream.

“Did you not think to tell me that?” I question, wondering how the hell a girl, who looks the way she does, could make it to the age of twenty-two and still be intact.

“You told me not to.” She bites her lip, suddenly looking scared and very fucking vulnerable. “It’s the reason I was on that dating app. I wanted to meet someone older, someone more experienced,” she explains, looking all flustered and embarrassed. “I know I’m pathetic but I’ve held onto it for so long, I figured it was time.” She makes that cute, little smile and it’s even harder to bear with her virgin walls pulsing around me.

“Did I hurt you?” I check, creasing my forehead and feeling like an asshole. I figure this was not how Lorna planned she’d lose her virginity.

“A little,” she admits, still fucking smiling.

“And does it hurt now?” I should go to Hell for liking how her virgin pussy feels as it stretches for me.

“Kind of, it’s a little uncomfortable, but I can take it,” she assures me with that devilish smile.

“Fuck.” I look up at the ceiling and huff as I drag her from the door. “Where are we going?” she asks when I wrap my arms tighter around her body and start walking us down the hall.

“I may not like you all that much, Lorna James, but we can’t have you being fucked against a door for your first time.” I steadily place her on my bed and look between us. My dick is still inside her, and it looks really fucking big as I pull it out and push it back in. It’s streaked with blood, and as I feel her stretching to take me, her moans remain on the verge of pain and pleasure. Her eyes are bright and the glisten in them matches her smile as I keep the pace steady. Right now, it kind of feels as if she belongs to me, and I like it far too much than I care to admit.

She’s so petite, I swear taking my cock inside her is making her lower stomach poke out, and I can’t resist arching my hand over it so I can feel how full she is of me as I roll my hips into hers.

“Are you on birth control?” It occurs to me that if she’s a virgin, she might not be and when that thought pleases me instead of filling me with dread, I know I’ve got a real fucking problem.

“I’m covered. I take the pill,” she manages, clinging onto my arm and watching with intent as I defile her. I nod my head as if I’m grateful, pushing any disappointed thoughts to the back of my head. Fucking this girl and taking her innocence is wrong enough, putting a baby inside her would just be spiteful. However, I can’t help liking the thought of all the restrictions it would put on her. No more dates with dangerous men. No more getting drunk and reckless, she really would belong to me if she was carrying my child.

I think I’d like this pretty girl’s belly to swell with more than just my cock. But I quickly remember how much she irritates me and figure it’s for the best that she takes that fucking pill.

“What are you thinking about?” she whispers, pulling me out of my dark, depraved thoughts.

“That this is wrong.” I smile at her as I slide my hand lower and stroke her clit. I get that she’ll still be in discomfort, but I really want to hear how she sounds when she comes.

“Fuck, that’s… that’s different to how it feels when I do it,” she admits with a sweet-as-sin smile on her face. I love how open and honest she’s being, it’s as if taking my cock has made her drop those walls of defenses she constantly has around her.

“That's because I’m owning you, and you fucking like it,” I tell her, stroking her clit and kissing her again. I can tell from the way her smile drops and she stares back at me with that scornful stare that she’s never going to admit it but, once again, her body lets her down.

“Fuck.” Her expression changes again when my fingers flick faster and she starts losing control. “That's right, that's how much you like it, you're going to come for me. Despite your pussy being sore and full, you're still going to come like a good girl.”

“Don’t call me that.” She shakes her head, as she looks down her body and watches me pleasure her.

“Good girl, watch and see.” I kiss her forehead and she pushes my face away as she lifts up the top half of her body and props herself on her elbows so she can do what she’s told.

“Who knew hating something could feel so good,” I laugh as her body tenses and her eyes lose hope.

“I’m…I’m…”

“You're coming.” I fill her mouth with my tongue and absorb the helpless moans she makes as she gives up all her control and I don’t want to admit it, but I like how it feels. I like it so much that I lose control myself. Emptying my seed into her freshly-fucked pussy and claiming it as mine.

“No one's going to find out about this,” she tells me as I drive her toward the club so we can pick up her purse. The sun’s only just risen, and she couldn’t have gotten dressed and ready to leave my apartment any faster if she tried. She hasn’t made eye contact with me since I came inside her and I can tell she already regrets what we did.

“Which part?” I ask with a clever grin that I know will piss her off.

“All of it,” she snaps, and when I turn my head to look at her she’s staring back at me as if I’m crazy. “You’re Madalina’s brother, we…I should never have let things go that far.”

“Relax, it’s just sex.” I shrug, lying through my fucking teeth, because I’ve had enough sex to know that what just happened between us was way more then just sex.

“For you maybe, but as you now know, I don't do that kind of thing.” She sighs as if she’s disappointed in herself. I can’t believe I actually let myself get weakened by this woman.

“Well, at least you were conscious while I fucked you. Who knows what your little friend would have had in store for you,” I bite back, desperate to wound her the same way she just wounded me.

“I don’t want to talk about that. We never mention him or this, again. Do you understand? Madalina’s due date is next week, and she doesn't need the stress. Dario would kill us both,” she warns as I pull up outside the club and head to the back door to let myself in. The Vault is one of the many ventures Dario has trusted me with over the past eighteen months. Managing his legitimate businesses is giving me the opportunity to prove to him that I can be trusted to run a district of my own.

I head straight to the security office where Seb told me he’d put Lorna’s purse after I called him to find it last night, and just as I’m about to take it back to the car another sickening thought pops into my head.

I don’t waste time doubting myself or trying to talk myself out of what I’m about to do. I open the bag, take out her cell, and try the code 1234 to unlock it. My eyes roll when it’s confirmed how predictable she is and I go straight to her messages and start scrolling through them. There's nothing in her inbox from this Pearce guy who was with her last night, so I open the dating app she has downloaded and search through that instead. Sure enough, there are messages between them, ones that go on for days and I take out my cell and snap a picture of his profile, so I can use it to find him and serve him his punishment.

Next, I open the ‘find my phone’ app, press share location, and type in my details.

The request comes through to me immediately and I accept her request before sliding my phone back in my pocket and placing hers back in her purse. I lock the place back up and casually stroll back to the car where she’s waiting for me.

“Thanks.” She snatches the purse from my hand when I hold it out in front of her and as I drive her to her apartment neither of us speaks a word and she spends the entire journey looking out her window.

“Home sweet home.” I pull up outside the address she typed into my GPS and she fumbles with the door handle because she can’t get out fast enough.

“Thank you.” She leans back in through the door and offers me one of her fake smiles. The kind she always gives me when I walk into a room or say something she doesn’t agree with, which is most things if I’m being honest. I much prefer the one she gave me when my cock was balls-deep in her freshly-broken pussy.

“You're welcome.” I wait for her to slam the door, before revving my engine and wheel-spinning off the asphalt.