Chapter 7
CHAPTER 7
MACKENZIE
I f there is one thing I am good at, it’s bringing a man to his knees, and that is exactly what I intend to do with Creed Torres now that I know he still wants me. The plan is simple - I’m going to make it impossible for him to resist me.
Creed owns an auto repair shop right in the middle of town. A bell jingles above the door when it opens, and the smell of grease permeates the air. I stride toward the reception desk, my eyes locking with an older woman whose name tag reads Lisa.
“Hi, honey, how can I help you?” she asks, a warm smile on her face.
“Hi. Is Creed around?” I ask.
Lisa glances towards the double doors with a sign ‘Garage’ above it. “He's busy at the moment,” she says hesitantly. “But I can let him know you want to see him? Who can I say is looking for him?”
“Mackenzie.”
“Sure thing, hun. Take a seat and I’ll be right out.”
She stands and quickly walks to the garage. I don’t bother sitting, instead I scan the waiting area. Paintings of old cars hang on the wall, the place is nice for a grease den.
Lisa returns after a few minutes, a sheepish grin on her face. “He’s under a vehicle right now. Says he’ll call you back.”
I smirk, not willing to back down. “I'll see about that,” I respond, determination pushing me forward. Without missing a beat, I march into the garage and the lovely receptionist doesn’t even bat an eyelid.
Work seems to halt for a second as guys cat call and whistle. I ignore them, scanning the large space, spotting Creed under the hood of a car.
Creed straightens, and when he spots me, he shoots the guys a deadly look, immediately silencing them.
I confront him head-on, not giving him a chance to avoid me any longer. “Creed,” I say, my tone firm, “we need to talk.”
He frowns, and that broody expression only adds to his appeal. “Mackenzie, you shouldn't be here,” he grumbles.
“I'm not leaving until we talk. I haven’t seen you all week. Are you avoiding me? Because if you are, then we need to talk because just walking out like you did the other day isn’t going to fly.”
There’s a chuckle behind me which I ignore. His jaw clenches. “ That was a mistake. There is nothing to talk about,” he says.
“Really?” I challenge, raising an eyebrow. “Because I have a lot to say.”
“Look, can we do this another time? I’m busy.”
“No! I want to talk about it right now.”
“Fine,” he relents. “My office.” He wipes his hand on a cloth, slapping it down hard on the workstation.
"Oh, I get to see where the big boss works," I tease and flash him a flirty wink. He shakes his head, guiding me forward.
“See you around, pretty lady,” an older man says, and I wave at him, which earns me a growl from Creed.
When we enter his small office, the tension in the air is thick as we take our places on opposite sides of the desk. I cross my legs, making sure he gets a good view of my bare thighs.
“So... what do you want to talk about?” he asks.
“At this point I can think of a whole lot of other things to do,” I say.
He sighs, rubbing his hand over his face. “Look, this isn’t a good idea.”
I pout, “Why not? Do you not find me attractive anymore.”
He groans, “God damn it, Mackenzie! Of course, I find you attractive! You're gorgeous, but... We can't do this!”
“Why not? We both want this. What happened a few days ago is proof of that, and nothing’s changed.”
“I work for your father, and one thing I don’t have is a death wish.”
“So? That asshole doesn’t have to find out.”
He sighs, raking a hand through his dark hair. “Mackenzie...”
I smile and lick my lips seductively knowing I have him right where I want him. “What if I promise not to tell?” I unbutton my blouse, revealing a black lace push-up bra, watching as his eyes darken with desire. “What if it stays our dirty little secret? I’ll be eighteen in a few days; it won’t be a problem then. Don’t you want one last taste of the forbidden?”
“Fuck it,” he growls, before standing and rounding the desk. He lifts me out of the chair in seconds, crushing his lips against mine. His kiss is fire, wild and all-consuming. I can feel the heat of him, the urgency in his touch, pulling me closer as my hands instinctively grip his shirt. The world fades away, and all that exists is the taste of him, the rhythm of our breath, and the overwhelming surge of need between us.
His tongue trails down my neck, sucking my collar bone. God, I love that he knows what he’s doing.
He picks me up, and I wrap my legs around his waist as he kisses me again with a fervor that takes my breath away. I can taste the need and longing in his kisses, and it only spurs me on further.
He slams me against the wall, his hands roaming up my skirt, bunching it at the waist, his cock pressed firmly against my stomach. I can feel the heat radiating from it, even through the fabric of his pants. “Fuck, I've missed your pussy so much,” he growls into my ear, grinding his hips against me for emphasis.
I let out a low moan as his fingers brush against my clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through my body. “Show me,” I purr, and in seconds he’s unzipping his pants and letting them fall to the floor. His cock springs free, thick and hard.
He presses himself against me, seeking entrance. I can feel the head of his cock teasing my slit, making me even wetter with anticipation. “Are you sure about this?” he asks, his voice thick with desire.
“If I wasn't sure, I wouldn't be here,” I reply, my own voice husky with need. “Now make me yours again.”
With a growl, he pushes inside me, sheathing himself in me to the hilt. I cry out as he begins to move, his thrusts hard and fast. He's not gentle, but I don't want him to be. I want him to take me roughly, to claim me as his own.
His hands grip my hips tightly, pulling me closer as he fucks me with a primal intensity. I can feel every inch of his cock sliding in and out of me, filling me up and sending waves of pleasure crashing over me.
“You're so tight,” he groans, his fingers digging into my flesh. “I love the way your cunt feels around my cock.”
I moan in response, unable to form words as he continues to pound into me. “Keep talking to me dirty. Call me your slut,” I beg. His dirty talk is turning me on even more, making me ache down south.
“You like that, don't you, you little slut?” he says, his voice low and rough. “You love it dirty.”
“Open those eyes.” He grabs my jaw and forces me to look at him. “Say it,” he commands. “Tell me you love it dirty.”
“I love it when you fuck me dirty,” I moan.
He grins, his teeth gleaming in the dim light. “Good girl,” he says, his fingers tightening on my jaw. The pleasure builds inside me, coiling low in my stomach. “Fuck, Creed, I'm going to come,” I whimper.
“Come on my cock, little fucking demon,” he growls, picking up the pace. “Come like you mean it.”
With a high-pitched cry, I fly over the edge, my pussy clenching around his cock as I orgasm. He grunts, then pulls out of me. I groan at the loss of him.
“Now suck my cock clean like the little slut you are.”
I drop to my knees, taking his cock in my mouth. He’s thick and hard and so fucking delicious coated in my juices. I suck him eagerly, my tongue swirling around the head, tasting the salty precum that leaks from the tip.
“Fuck, that feels good,” he groans, his hands tangled in my hair. “Take it all, my pretty little cocksucker.”
I moan in response as I take him deeper down my throat. I straddle his foot, grinding my pussy against his shoe. I can feel my orgasm building again, my clit throbbing with need.
“I'm going to come,” he growls, his hips bucking as he fucks my mouth faster. “Are you ready to take my cum, little demon?”
I nod eagerly, our eyes locked as he shoots his load in my mouth. I swallow it all, my own orgasm crashing over me as I taste his salty seed. I’m trembling, my body convulsing right there at his feet.
When it's over, he pulls me to my feet and kisses me hard, his tongue thrusting into my mouth as if to claim it as his own. “You’re going to be the death of me,” he growls, his fingers digging into my ass.“I’m going to burn in hell for you.”
And at that moment, I know it's true. My father will kill this man if he finds out we’re fucking, but that doesn’t change how much I want him.
* * *
“Where did you disappear to?” My mother asks, taking a sip of her wine. “Your father was looking for you.”
A chill courses through me but I don’t let it show. “I was out,” I say, opening the bar fridge and grabbing a bottle of water.
“Out where?”
“God, Mother, what’s with the questions?”
She stalks toward me. “Out where, Mackenzie?” She repeats.
“With Jenson. Are we done here?”
She nods, but the look she’s giving me tells me she doesn’t believe a word coming out of my mouth. The last thing I want is for her to find out about Creed and me. If my father is a serpent, then my mother is Eve.
She sold her own family for Gordon Yates, so I know she wouldn't think twice about selling me out.
I walk out to the pool house, already regretting going inside the main house. This is my sanctuary from them both. I learned early that to be out of sight was best.
I close the door, sinking onto my couch and staring at the ceiling. Creed's scent still clings to my skin, making my pulse race in all the wrong places.
Suddenly, there is a knock on the door. Fuck! My heart rate accelerates.
“Mackenzie?” A deep voice calls out. It's my father's. I freeze, praying he’ll just go away. But of course, it isn't meant to be that simple tonight.