Chapter 11
EILISH
This is fucking ridiculous.
I already had to reschedule an advisor meeting I had booked this morning because of Gavan’s stupid demand to be here at eight. Then I had to beg that same advisor to actually meet with me after all, after Gavan’s assistant Rachel called to tell me her boss wanted me to come in later instead.
Now it’s four in the afternoon and I’ve been sitting in his goddamn office doing nothing for three fucking hours.
I won’t lie: part of me has thought about messing up his office in some way.
Not trashing it or anything crazy like that, and certainly not stealing anything like last time.
Dear God , no. But just screwing with him a little, like messing up his perfectly ordered shelves.
Making the pens on his desk not in perfect parallel alignment.
Except that would drive me, with my neat-freak tendencies, about as nuts as it would him. And I’m the one sitting in the office right now who’d have to actually look at those messed-up shelves and askew pens.
I’m also probably the one who’d have to fix them all later.
I blow air out through my lips and try and go back to the schoolwork I’ve been puttering away at. I’m sitting on Gavan’s luxurious leather couch with my laptop. I mean I might as well get something done while I’m…
I blush.
While I’m…what? Not parading around Gavan’s office in front of him, wearing nothing but lingerie?
Lingerie I’m mortified at myself for having specifically gone out and bought to wear for him?
Pearl-white, lacy bra and matching thong panties that I purposefully made sure coordinated with the French mani-pedi I got yesterday? Again, for him ?
I was eager for him to see all this. I mean seriously, what the fuck is wrong with me.
And it’s not just the prancing around doing odd tasks in my underwear, or the French tips that have me—horrifyingly— excited to show up at Gavan’s office every morning.
It’s what comes after . No pun intended.
After the hungry, wolfish looks and feel of his eyes on me reaches a breaking point. When his gaze latches onto mine, and he crooks his fingers.
When my pulse skips when I go to where he’s sitting at his desk, or on this very couch. When my skin tingles and my core melts when I drop to my knees for him.
When I swallow his thick cock, leaking my need for him into my panties.
Or when he rips them off me and fingers me to an earth-shattering orgasm. Or spanks me over his lap. Or all three .
None of this should be turning me on. I shouldn’t hunger for Gavan’s touch. I shouldn’t be so eager when I walk into his office. Yet I do, and I am.
I should be sick at the fact that he’s blackmailing me into this. That I’ve been roped into this devil’s deal with him. That he’s forcing me to be his…his plaything .
Right. Forcing you .
Sure.
You keep telling yourself that.
It would be bad, but I really could stop this if I wanted to.
I honestly don’t know how my family would react if I were to come clean about what I did, in order to break Gavan’s hold over me.
I mean neither Neve nor I was close with our dad.
Neither of us, frankly, shed a tear at his funeral.
And if I were to explain why I did what I did that ended up causing his death, I can’t imagine Neve, Cillian, or Castle would even bat an eye.
But what if they did? What if telling them changed the way they saw me forever? The way they thought about me? Cillian didn’t have much love for Declan, but they were half-brothers.
I love my uncle, and I know he loves me. But does he love me enough not to snap if I told him I was at least partially responsible for Declan’s death?
I shudder.
Just the same, it’s a chance I could take.
And it would put a stop to all this. Because at the end of the day, it’s what I did concerning my father that Gavan has hanging over my head.
Sure, the egg I broke is wildly expensive.
But Gavan’s worth billions . Would he really go to war over a hundred million dollars?
The short version is, I know I could end all this with a hard conversation with my family.
The complicated and much longer version is, I’m not sure if I want to.
I exhale again, forcing myself to try and concentrate on the work on my laptop. When suddenly, the door to the office slams open. I gasp, startled and jumping quickly to my feet as the man himself comes surging into the room like a furious black cloud.
And I do mean furious .
There’s rage burning on his face, and darkness pooling in his eyes. I frown as I stop and take him in.
What the fuck ?
His hair is a mess. His neck and his face are streaked with soot, and his expensive suit is ripped, even singed in a few places.
He kicks the door shut behind him and storms over to the bar cart, positively seething with dark, swirling energy as he pours a heavy splash of vodka into a glass and knocks it back in one swift gulp.
“Are you…” My brows knit as I take a tentative step toward him. “Gavan, are you okay…?”
He whirls savagely on me, his eyes blazing, his lips curled.
“ You ,” he rasps with a snarl. “On my desk. Now .”
I frown. “ On your—?”
Nothing could prepare me for the way he crosses the distance between us in seconds, or for the feeling that courses through my body as he suddenly scoops me up and tosses me over his shoulder like a sack of laundry.
I squirm, gasping as I feel the rock-hard muscles of his shoulder ripple against my stomach. He marches us over to his desk, and my head reels as he suddenly plants me down on my ass on the edge of it.
“ Gavan— ”
The world goes blank as his lips crush to mine in a fierce, feral kiss. My pulse roars, and my inhibitions melt as he devours me, his tongue conquering mine in seconds as one hand wraps around my throat.
His tongue delves deeper, invading my mouth as his other hand drops to my blouse.
I jolt, protesting weakly with muffled, moaning sounds as he rips it open, scattering the buttons all over the floor.
He yanks my bra down, and I whimper into his mouth as he roughly cups my breasts and pinches my nipples until electricity sparks in my core.
I gasp loudly as his mouth drops to my neck—biting and sucking and mauling me as my eyes roll back in sweet agony. He groans, moving lower to do the same all the way down to my breasts until he takes one pink nipple into his mouth.
Then he bites down.
Hard.
I shriek, shuddering as a vicious pleasure I’ve never known before explodes through my system. I hiss, my hand involuntarily sliding into his hair and gripping it as he moves from one nipple to the other, turning my core to molten fire.
Then suddenly, he’s pushing me down onto my back across his desk. Shoving my knees apart.
And dropping down between them.
My mouth falls open with a gasp as Gavan’s hands slide up my thighs to hook into my panties.
In one motion, he yanks them down to my knees and then literally tears them off my legs before tossing the shreds away.
He roughly pushes my legs wider, and before I can even comprehend what’s happening, his tongue is buried in my pussy.
Oh. Holy. Fucking. Shit .
Fireworks and explosions rip through my head as Gavan’s mouth hums against me. His powerful tongue parts my lips, dragging up and down between them before centering on my clit.
It’s the first time I’ve felt this. The first time anyone’s ever licked me there.
My eyes roll back in my head and my back arches as I slam a hand over my mouth to muffle my screams. Because Gavan isn’t just going down on me. He’s not just eating me.
He’s doing it the same way he kisses: as a declaration of war. As a conquering hero, bringing the total annihilation of my reality and inhibitions.
He’s not merely eating me out. He’s eating me alive .
I moan into my hand, writhing and twisting under his ferocious, insanely hot oral assault on my pussy.
His tongue pushes deep—so fucking deep that it feels like I’m getting fucked for the first time.
He swirls it around my clit, sucking the aching nub between his lips as he sinks two thick fingers into me and curls them deep.
My world begins to come apart. My thoughts scatter. My heartbeat goes through the roof as he loudly and wetly growls into my pussy as he drives me higher and higher. His tongue darts back and forth and around and around my throbbing clit. His fingers stroke at my g-spot, demanding my release.
Owning my body.
In full control of my pleasure, and my sanity.
His other hand slides up my body, pinching and assaulting first one nipple and then the other before it moves higher to wrap around my throat. I can feel the squeeze. I can feel the way every nerve in my body erupts into tiny little explosions as every inch of my skin ripples with pleasure.
And then suddenly, the whole world crushes in around me as my head drops back against his desk. My hand clamps down over my mouth as I scream through the most intense, the wildest, the most earth-shattering release of my entire life.
Gavan sucks on my clit one last time before sliding up between my spread thighs. His eyes lock with mine, his lips curling as he yanks his zipper down and pulls out his cock. My eyes bulge, my pulse starting to quicken all over again as I stare at his sheer size.
He wraps a fist around it, pumping himself slowly as he drags the silky head over my thigh. I bite my lip, transfixed, unable to look away as he pushes the swollen tip over my clit, making my throat seize up as my body shivers.
With excitement. With nervousness. With pure, unadulterated need.
He groans quietly, pushing his cock up over my stomach and letting a drop of precum drip onto my skin before he grits his teeth.
When suddenly, he’s pulling away.
My brows knit, a flush coming to my cheeks.
“ Why— ”
I stop myself quickly, biting down on my lip.
What the fuck is wrong with you?
What am I, disappointed that the Bratva king blackmailing me isn’t taking my freaking virginity across his office desk?
With a shake of his head, Gavan tucks his swollen cock back into his pants and zips them up.
“This arrangement doesn’t work if you’re a virgin, Eilish.”
My face explodes with heat.
“I…” I swallow, closing my legs and pushing my bunched-up skirt back down. “Why would you think I’m—”
“Because you obviously are,” he growls, his eyes flashing like cold steel as they lock with mine. “Please don’t embarrass yourself trying to convince me otherwise.”
Without another word, he turns, buttoning up his jacket and walking over to the door of his office. He opens it and gestures with his chin.
Guess that’s my cue to leave.
I awkwardly slide off his desk, my legs still shaking as I smooth down my clothes and hair, gather my things, and put the jacket I—mercifully—brought today over my ripped blouse. I avoid his eyes as I walk to the door. Suddenly, he moves in front of me, blocking my exit.
“Tonight, be at my home at nine o’clock sharp. I’ll text you the address. Don’t be late.”
I shiver, my eyes finally meeting his.
“Why am I coming to your house?”
Gavan’s lips curl darkly at the corners.
“So that I can take your virginity, Eilish.”