Chapter 4
Jackson
Well. What a turn up for the books.
I’d been bluffing when I told Kiera to suck my cock, wanting to see how far she would go to get me to keep my mouth shut. But like the desperate whore she was, she gobbled me up with hardly any protest.
I had no complaints; she’d given me the best blow job I’d ever had. And that included blowies from an actual porn star. If I didn’t hate her so much, I could have become addicted to her mouth. And if her mouth was that good, I was willing to bet her cunt was amazing.
“Delete the photos,” she hissed from where she sat on the floor, refusing to look at me.
Tucking my cock away, I stared down at her, amusement mixing with disgust. Both her knees were covered in mud, her blouse was untucked from her skirt, and her shoulder-length chestnut-brown hair was tussled and messy from where I’d gripped it as I fucked her throat.
Her eye makeup had streaked down her cheeks, leaving thick black marks, complete with splodges of mud, and the faint tint of lipstick was smeared around her lips.
I’d always thought Kiera was beautiful. I couldn’t remember the exact moment when we were kids, and I realized how pretty she was; the feeling was just always there. Even when I couldn’t stand the sight of her, I still thought she was the most beautiful girl I’d ever laid eyes on.
As she’d grown over the years, she’d become even more stunning. But right then, sitting on the ground with watery eyes, puffy lips, and my come coating her chin, I couldn’t remember a time when she’d looked more gorgeous.
I didn’t answer her as I pulled my phone out and loaded up the photo gallery.
I had no issues deleting the photos from my album; I had already sent them to my email account.
In my defense, I’d agreed to delete the photos from my phone; she didn’t say anything about deleting them from other platforms.
Besides, my brain was working overtime on a new plan, one I wouldn’t need the photos for.
Holding my phone out so she could see, I selected the photos of her kissing the random guy and opted to move them to the trash folder.
“And delete them from the trash,” Kiera muttered, her dark-brown eyes still not meeting mine.
I smirked as I clicked into the trash to delete them from my phone permanently. “Happy now?”
Her body slumped as she nodded, before finally meeting my gaze. Shame blazed in her eyes, and for a moment, a pang of pity coursed through me. Until I shook it away and reminded myself that Kiera Carter was nothing but a cheating slut.
“Go home, Kiera,” I snarled, eyeing her with disgust. “And clean yourself up. You look like a fucking mess.”
With that, I strolled out of the garden, ignoring the faintest of sobs coming from the direction of the woman I would have once died for.
By the time I arrived back at my apartment, my phone had vibrated with a series of texts. Pouring myself a glass of neat vodka from my mini-bar, I collapsed on the couch and read through the messages.
The first was from James, and a streak of guilt shot through me at what I’d made his sister do. James was my best friend, but if he ever found out what had just happened with Kiera, he’d have no problem cutting my balls off and making me choke on them.
He was ruthless like that.
His text was informing me that he’d made arrangements to fly to Georgia first thing in the morning. Relieved that he was distracted with finding a wife, I rolled my eyes, not quite believing that he was going to go through with his plan to visit Peartree House. But that was his business.
Tapping out a reply to wish him good luck—because he was certainly going to need it—I quickly loaded up the next messages I’d received. A grin curled my lips as I read through.
Fuck Buddy 1:
Where are you, babe? Abigail is desperate to meet you.
A photo followed: a selfie of Carolina and her friend, almost kissing, the two of them giving sultry looks to the camera.
Both women were undeniably gorgeous, and I had no doubt they would have been an amazing fuck, but I couldn’t stop the image of Kiera, on her knees in the mud, as she sucked my cock from materializing in my head.
Fuck, what I would have given to relive the moment she took my cock to the back of her throat for the first time.
Shoving the image away, I carried on reading through the messages Carolina had sent.
Fuck Buddy 1:
We’re in the top-floor bedroom if you want to join us.
This message was accompanied by another selfie of the two women, only this time, they’d both taken their tops and bras off, and their bare tits were pressed together. My grin widened, only to falter at realizing the picture was having no effect on my cock.
Figuring it was probably because it hadn’t been long since I emptied my load down Kiera’s throat, I scrolled to the next message and the accompanying photo.
Fuck Buddy 1:
Wish you were here. Her pussy is delicious.
The photo was of Carolina nestled between the spread legs of Abigail, her face inches away from her friend’s cunt, and Carolina’s tongue poking out.
And still, my cock didn’t stir.
Strange. It usually didn’t take the not-so-little General long to get going again. Perhaps, after Kiera almost sucking my brains out through him, it seemed he wasn’t ready for any more action just yet.
But when the memory of Kiera gagging as I painted her throat with my come reared its head, my cock twitched, as if he were getting ready for round two with the woman I’d spent the last ten years of my life pretending didn’t exist.
Allowing the memories of the night I’d discovered her betrayal to replace the image of her on her knees, I downed a huge gulp of vodka, wincing at the bitter liquid sliding down my throat.
Maybe I’d been a naive idiot, but I’d honestly believed Kiera loved me, that we were going to get married, have a family, and grow old together.
I would have given her everything she wanted: safety, security, stability.
Love. We had our whole lives planned out, only for her to take a sledgehammer to my heart and break it beyond repair.
My hand clenched around my glass as I recalled her on her knees; only this time, she was fifteen, a torrent of tears falling down her cheeks as she said she was sorry and begged for my forgiveness.
But how could I forgive her when she not only fucked someone else behind my back, but was pregnant by him?
To make matters worse, she refused to tell me who the cunt was, knowing full damn well I’d have hunted him down and beaten the living shit out of him. In fact, with how angry I was at the time, I probably would have killed the prick with a smile on my face.
But she refused to tell anyone, including James. It seemed it was a secret she’d be taking to the grave with her.
When she refused to abort the baby, her father had ostracized her from the family, but James refused to turn his back on his sister.
I never wanted to see her again, yet I still had to listen to James go on about her for years.
How he was helping her restart her life, how Billie was the cutest baby he’d ever seen. How Kiera had met Alec.
The whole time, he was completely oblivious to the pain searing me every time her name was mentioned. She went on with her life, acting as if what we had was never real; meanwhile, I was stuck in my own personal hell.
It might not have been real for her, but it was damn fucking real for me, and after learning of her betrayal, I refused to let myself fall for anyone again, unable to handle getting my heart broken for a second time.
Spurred on by a new wave of hatred toward Kiera, I clicked out of the text messages, refilled my vodka, and headed to my office, where my computer was, determined to put my new plan into motion.
It took me less than five minutes to hack into the camera feed of the house where the party had been held, and it took me less than two minutes to find the camera that covered the grounds where Kiera had sucked my cock.
She may not have been aware of the security cameras around the house, but I was. It was my job to scope out locations and make sure I had control of any security features whenever James and I had a contract. Without me, James couldn’t do his job.
We’d always worked together. In the public eye, we both owned a mobile phone company called Smarttech, which was how we’d made our fortune. It wasn’t a complete lie; the company did make us millions, but we also made a tidy sum through our contracts with Legion.
Legion rules stated that members of the society were required to possess a skill or a connection to an outside organization in which they held influence. These skills or connections could be called upon at any time by other Legion members.
Both James and I had been trained to kill; the difference between us was that he enjoyed it.
While I had lost count of how many people I’d murdered over the years, it wasn’t something I particularly enjoyed.
I wasn’t as sadistic as James. Instead, he focused on the killing, and I made sure that my buddy didn’t get caught.
We came as a team, and we were both excellent at our jobs, which was why we were often sought after within the world of Legion.
My phone buzzed with another incoming text, and I glanced down at it to find another message from Carolina. Ignoring it, I focused on the task at hand: finding the footage of Kiera on her knees.
A malicious grin spread across my lips when the footage showed Kiera tugging me off the garden path and into the small, secluded space.
The Little General twitched as I watched the scene unfold; her falling onto her ass and then getting to her knees.
Me, pulling my cock out before she took my length into her mouth.
As I watched the video, my cock hardened, pressing against my pants, desperate to feel Kiera’s mouth around it again.
Clicking a few buttons, the video saved to my computer, and I moved it to an encrypted folder, along with the photos I’d emailed to myself earlier, before heading to take a cold shower.
Kiera had a shock coming to her. She had broken my heart. Now, it was time to break her.