Chapter 25 Atticus
Atticus
Iwatch her even as I kiss her. Satisfaction rips through me. Not even a minute alone and she’s fallen in love. I knew she wouldn’t say no. They never do.
I press my body harder against hers, letting her feel every inch of what she’s in for. Her breath comes faster, shallower. Pupils blown wide.
“Wait.” The word’s breathless, uncertain. “Wait.”
I don’t wait. I kiss her deeper, swallowing whatever pathetic protest she was about to make.
She looks up at me, gasping, and I can feel it radiating off her—that desperate attraction. That need to lose herself for just a moment.
She pulls me down to her lips, whispering, “Fuck it.”
Course you will, love.
I spin her round and throw her onto the bed. She screams from the fall, and I’m already pulling the condom from my pocket.
I toss it at her.
She catches it, staring at the wrapper all confused as I undo my belt. It’s cute how she’s pretending to be confused when I know this bitch is soaking her panties thoroughly at just the sight of me. I saw her pressing her thighs together earlier.
“Whoa.” She laughs—nervous little thing. “Zero to a hundred real fast.”
I pause, looking at her properly. “Lexi.” I lick my lips, watching her throat work as she swallows. “You do me a favor, I do you a favor. That’s how this works, innit?”
She’s got that defiant look now as she throws the condom back at me. It bounces off my chest.
“Yeah? And what’s that then?”
I pick up the condom and chuck it back at her. Then I shove my trousers down, let her see what she’s got herself into.
“You want protection?” I stroke myself slowly, watching those pretty eyes go wide at the length of me. “So do I. Now protect me, and I’ll protect you. Simple as that.”
Her throat bobs again. I start pumping, slow and deliberate, making sure she gets a proper look.
I’ve never had to beg for this instant attraction with women. Never been told no. Not in any way that stuck.
The world owes me. Always has. That’s just how it is when you’re born with my name, my money, my face.
I study her reactions like I’m reading a map—looking for the exact moment she breaks. The exact second she stops pretending she doesn’t want this.
Women are easy. You just have to know what buttons to push.
My old man taught me that. Over expensive dinners at clubs where the membership cost more than most people’s houses.
“Women are currency, Atticus,” he’d say, swirling his whisky. “Spend them wisely.”
Hated the bastard for saying it. Still do.
But he wasn’t wrong, was he?
You take what’s yours before someone else does. That’s the rule. And I don’t lose.
“You gonna help me then?” I ask, voice low and rough. “So I can help you?”
She stares at me. At what I’m doing. At the condom in her hand.
I can see it—that war behind her eyes. The bit that knows she should run. The bit that wants to stay anyway.
Indecision.
That’s when you know the decisions already been made. She knew it from the moment she laid her eyes on me that she wanted this. Now it’s my job to be more convincing.
She doesn’t move. Just watches me like she’s forgotten how to breathe.
I grab her jaw and tilt her face up so she’s got no choice but to look at me.
“So—”
I shut her up with my mouth.
She tries to push at my chest. I catch her wrists, pin them down, and smirk against her lips.
There we go. That trembling. Not fear—just her brain trying to catch up with what her body already knows.
I kiss her deeper, tongue sliding against hers until she’s gasping into my mouth. Then I step back, releasing her, watching her chest heave.
“Still want to leave?” I ask.
She doesn’t answer. Just stares at me, breathing hard.
Thought so.
I pump my dick again, enjoying myself as I watch her pretend she doesn’t want this.
“Come here.”
She hesitates.
“Come. Here.”
She moves. Slow. Like her body’s betraying her.
When she’s close enough, I grab her hips and yank her between my legs.
“You’re scared of me,” I say.
“I’m not—”
“You are.” I run my hands up her thighs, feeling her shiver. “But you want this anyway, don’t you?”
Silence.
“Say it.”
“I—”
“Say it, Lexi.”
She closes her eyes.
“Fine, don’t say it.” I lean down. “Your body’s doing all the talking anyway.”
I press my hips against hers. She gasps, hands flying to my shoulders.
I kiss her again—slower now, making her feel exactly how much control I’ve got. How easy this could be if she just gave in.
Her hips start moving. Little tentative grinds.
I grab her hips and still her. “Not yet.”
“Why not?”
“Because I said so, love.”
She glares at me. I love that—that last bit of defiance before it all crumbles.
“Put the condom on me,” I say.
She reaches for it, hands shaking.
I watch as she tears it open. As she rolls it down over me, careful and slow.
“Good,” I murmur. “Now strip.”
“What?”
“You heard me.”
She stares at me. Then she stands and starts taking her clothes off.
Shirt. Jeans. Everything.
She’s beautiful. The kind that doesn’t know how much she is.
I lay her under me, spreading those beautiful fucking legs. I waste no time, pressing myself into her. She grabs onto my shoulders, tense.
“Breathe,” I whisper. I try pressing into her again, but she’s tight. “Let me in.”
She gasps, opening her legs and giving me a better angle.
“Better,” I say, gliding into her. I knew she was dripping at the sight of me.
I’m a little more than halfway inside of her when she bites my shoulder and moans, “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!” She tries to pull away, crying out. “You’re too big.”
I grin, rubbing her clit to loosen that pussy up. I want her to take all of me.
“What the fuck am I doing?” she cries out, looking down at my dick inside of her. “Oh, fuck. Oh, God.”
“There’s no God here. Just me.” She looks into my eyes just then. I rub my fingers harder against her and she tenses more. “Fuck! You’re choking out my dick. Breathe.”
I pull out of her, leaving her empty and panting. I finger fuck her until she’s moaning again. Then I flip her over onto her stomach and slide back in.
She cries out, trying to fall forward.
“Much better,” I breathe, fucking her deeper. “I knew your cunt could take all of me.” I spank her and her pussy clenches me. I press my fingers against her clit to make that cunt soak me. I need her dripping all over me so that I can fuck her as much as I please.
I grab her hair, pulling her head back.
“Let me see that pretty face,” I breathe on her neck.
She cries out, so I mutter, “Fine. Put your face in the pillow.”
She looks to the side, reaching for my hand. I refuse to take it. Instead, I hold it behind her back and fuck her harder.
“Oh my god,” she cries.
Then the door opens, and Revan walks in with a grin on his face. I ignore him, still fucking this pretty cunt.
All the noises from Lexi end abruptly as she leans up on her elbows to look at Revan. He walks over slowly.
“Well, well,” he says. He stops at the edge of the bed and grabs her chin.
I can’t fucking concentrate. I start fucking her harder, staring down at her beautiful asshole that’s screaming to be fucked.
I spank her, needing to hear those breathy moans she was making. She gasps, turning to me and then Rev catches her chin and shakes his head.
“Eyes on me, sexy.”
Her walls juice, letting me fuck her more easily. I slow down my pace, watching her as she gawks at Rev. I press as deeply as fucking possible, and she lets out a moan.
Revan kisses her and she protests, but he doesn’t give a fuck. He keeps kissing her, reminding her who’s doing her a favor right now.
“But I don’t ever––I would never––”
“Shh,” he says, reaching in his pants. “Be a good girl and we’ll protect what’s ours.”
“I don’t––”
He covers her mouth as I start to pound into her. He leans in and whispers, “We are going to use your cunt as we please. When Atticus here is done with you, it’s my turn. And then we’ll return your boyfriend’s stolen car. Understand?”
She moans. “He’s not my boyfriend.”
He grabs her throat and kisses her. Her pussy clenches my dick, tugging at it in the most beautiful way. Her walls tighten. I fuck her deeper.
“Fuck yeah,” I groan, releasing my load into the condom. I pull out and she gasps.
Revan looks down at my dick. “Have another one of those?” he asks.
I reach in my back pocket and throw one at him. He kisses her again as I get off the bed and remove the condom. I tuck myself back in and throw it in the trash, noticing she’s watching me. My eyes meet hers as Revan rolls her over. He rubs her clit and she cries out, tucking her body.
“You’re so sensitive,” he growls. “Did she come for you?” he asks me.
I shake my head.
Revan slides into her, slapping her clit. “Don’t worry. I won’t be selfish like Atticus.”
I curse under my breath as she stares at me.
“Eyes on him,” I command.
She looks down at him as he fucks her hard and then her eyes are glued back to me. I grab her tits and play with them. She moans when I gently bite down.
“You liked being fucked and used?” Revan groans, pounding into her faster. I can hear the sounds, but my gaze is locked on hers as I lick her nipple. She’s not looking away. She grabs onto my arm for stability.
She lifts her hips while he works on her greedy cunt. I want to pull away because her nails are digging into my arm, and I don’t do intimacy. She’s holding onto me like she’s going to float away if she doesn’t.
I lean in and whisper, “Answer the question, love.”
Her eyes roll back suddenly, her body starts to shake, and she cries out loudly, digging her nails further into me. One look sentence from me, and she’s unraveling. Easy.
Rev keeps working her body, and I just stare. Unamused. I stand but she grabs me. I pull my hand away as Rev keeps fucking her.
“Don’t be selfish, Lexi.” He pulls out and bends her over, fucking her from the back. She cries out as I leave the room.
I walk down the hall, feeling her pussy juice start to dry on me.
I’ll need a shower as soon as I’m done checking out the Charger.
I walk into the night and open the passenger door.
I sit in it and start searching the compartments, under the seats, the trunk, anywhere I can find something.
On the driver’s side, I reach under the seat and feel a piece of Velcro on the underside. A bag is stuck to it, so I rip it off.
I sit in the driver’s seat and open the bag. Drugs of all sorts. I stare at it, zip the bag back up and put it back. I have no use of it, nor do I care.
I close the door and walk back in the mansion. I really need to shower before.
In the hallway, Revan’s waiting. Leaning against the wall, arms crossed, grinning like the bastard he is.
“Find it?” he asks.
I nod, knowing what he’s talking about. I point at the door. “Easy.”
“Easy now,” he jokes.
I shrug. “They always are.”
Revan studies me. “Let’s return her boyfriend’s car. It’ll be fun.”
“I need to wash her cunt off first.” I blow past him and enter the bathroom.
“We leave in five.”