CHAPTER FIVE
TRAVIS
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Not. How. It. Was. Supposed. To. Go.
Instead of walking away with a plan in place, I have an erection the size of the Empire-fucking-State-Building and can’t get Brooklyn McKenna out of my mind.
I had my driver bring me to the club where I drank two Macallans one after the other, then talked shit with Killian for a while until he disappeared into the private rooms with two redheads.
I run my hand over my hard dick, watching the crowd below writhe to the music against one another. A man tugs a woman’s top off her shoulder, exposing her breast.
God.
I wonder what Brooklyn’s nipples look like. Does she like them sucked hard?
The way her mouth fell open earlier, and her dark lashes fluttered when I told her I’d fuck her, was just how she’d look on her knees. I’m sure of it.
Lowering my zipper, I tug out my cock and stroke. I have the entire VIP section to myself—not that it would matter if I didn’t—and close my eyes.
Then imagine my sexy Genevieve on her knees taking my cock, her hair high up in a ponytail, as I grip it and force her to take me deeper and faster.
Stroke, stroke, stroke.
I let out a moan. “Fuck, yeah.”
Finger yourself, I tell her in my fantasy. Press your fingers into your pussy and imagine it’s my cock inside you as you milk me with your mouth.
She’s obedient, of course, because this is my fantasy. I smirk while I keep yanking my cock, knowing that in real life, Brooklyn would likely argue with me. Something about milking being inaccurate because men don’t produce a protein or some shit.
I’d say it was more life-giving than protein, for obvious reasons...
God, maybe sex would be impossible with her unless she was gagged. Happy to do that.
Love a good gag on a mouthy woman.
Apparently, I like mouthy, intelligent women too.
Just one...just that one.
I feel a hand slide up my thigh and a weight between my legs.
“Hey baby.”
My eyes fly open and dart to the woman then to the VIP entrance. One of the security guys shoots me an apologetic glance.
It’s not his fault.
There are a number of pre-approved people including Maddox, Parker, Zayne, and Killian, and a dozen women who can come and go from this area.
“Want a hand with that?” Shiloh, who is a submissive , asks me.
No.
...maybe.
I grab her face. “Open your mouth,” I order, and she does so as her eyes glisten with pleasure.
Closing my eyes once more, I return to Brooklyn on her knees and pretend it’s her around my shaft as she presses her fingers through her folds and inside herself.
Fucking sexy.
Shiloh’s mouth tightens around my cock as she sucks faster, drawing my orgasm out of me. I imagine Brooklyn’s blonde hair wrapped around my hand, her moans egging me on. When her bright blue eyes meet mine, holy fucking shit, I’m at the edge and ready to blow.
Shiloh moans and her breasts press against my thighs, pulling me out of my fantasy.
No. I’m not done.
“That’s my good girl, now lick your fingers and taste your pleasure. That I’ve given you.” I tell Brooklyn as she lifts her hand, and my dick pops out of her mouth.
Then she seductively glides her fingers over her tongue like she’s been a whore most of her life and knows exactly what’s she’s doing.
Motherfucker.
I snap my eyes open and grip Shiloh’s face.
“Take my cum,” I rasp just as my orgasm explodes out the end of my cock. Her tongue flaps around, lapping as much of it as she can, swallowing like a good girl.
I run my hand over her cheek, but all I see is Brooklyn gazing back at me like I’m her knight in shining armor willing to spread herself out for my pleasure.
I doubt that fantasy is going to come true. She’ll fight to contain control even if I do fuck her.
Regardless, my goal remains the same. She is a tool to tear my father down off his pedestal and show the world who he really is. That she started it before I discovered her is a bonus. Now I’ll encourage her along while manipulating her into going further than she might have.
Once I share with her what I know...lived...her journalistic nature is going to kick in. She won’t be able to let it go.
First, and with some speed, I will work my way into her life.
I don’t date.
Well, Ms. McKenna, that’s fine with me. But I am going to taste your pussy.
More than once.
She will call. I saw desire written all over her face. She hasn’t been fucked for months.
How do I know? This is what I do. Yes, I run the country’s top golf courses, but I also own a sex club.
There’s a difference between men and women who walk in here and enjoy a healthy sex life, and those who don’t.
Brooklyn McKenna’s pussy has not been licked for a very long time, and she will be clenching those thighs of hers tonight, trying not to be impacted by my promise.
But she’ll lose the fight. She’ll slide her fingers under her panties and think of me as she rubs her clit so hard she bruises it.
Lucky she has me to kiss it better.
Call me Brooklyn, I’m waiting. And I have a very big stallion for you to ride while screaming my name.
Then we can get down to business.
Unbeknownst to you.
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WHEN I GET home to my penthouse, I shower, slide on a pair of briefs then hop into bed with my laptop. The black silk sheets drape over my legs as I power up the machine.
Reaching for the lights as the podcast starts up, my cock rears to life the moment I hear Brooklyn’s voice.
“Good morning, guys! We have a great show in store for you today...”
“Christ,” I mutter.
Then, a photo of my father fills the screen, and my growing erection dies a sudden death.
Part of me feels like a coward. Like I should face him and report what he did to me as a young boy, but I know enough about the system and how it will drag me through the mud.
I can hear the news now. The billionaire son of Leo Taylor accuses his father of sexual abuse. Travis Warner is the owner of the Alliance Club—an exclusive sex club....
And therein lies the death of any claim of sexual abuse I could ever fight. Despite not wanting anything but him put behind bars.
That’s all they’d have to do to taint a jury or judge. The comments would go wild. Aside from being a billionaire, which is apparently a social crime—don’t fucking start me—we know there’s less pity for a man than a woman when it comes to abuse.
Of any kind.
I’m not looking for pity, I’m seeking revenge.
I want that man’s life destroyed. I want him stripped of his reputation, his pride, his ego, and wishing he’d never shoved his cock inside my fucking ass while I prayed and begged someone to save me.
No one did.
And no one is going to save Leo fucking Taylor.
I’ve spent many years dreaming of this moment. My father is loved by people around the world for the characters he’s played. Heroes. Heartthrobs. When in reality he’s a monster.
The pictures are sickening to look back on. My father dragged me in front of the cameras while I was grieving my mother and my innocence, stuck in a world of terrifying abuse. Bulbs flashing and people yelling out how cute I was. What an amazing father he was looking after me on his own.
If they’d looked into my eyes.
Past the fake smile...
I couldn’t even tell Sofia, but she’d discovered it five years after it started and lives with the knowledge it was happening all that time.
While I listened every night, fearing that I’d hear the little click, and he’d enter my room.
If time travel were possible, I’d go back to that first night, stand behind my bedroom door with a bat and pummel him into a pile of blood. If necessary, I’d spend the rest of my life in prison, so the little boy inside me never had to go through what I did.
Sofia might not have been my mom, but I loved her.
That night she came into my room is etched into my brain forever.
“Mr. Taylor! Mr. Taylor. Please. Get off.” I remember her yelling.
“Fuck. Get out. Sofia. Get out,” he yelled, but she was whacking his back, her wide eyes looking between me and my father, terrified.
But she never ran.
She protected me with her life.
Nearly.
“Get the fuck out of here, Sofia. Go. Pack your bags.” Dad got up in her face, but she crossed her arms, tears running down her face with a natural sense of protectiveness I don’t think I’ll ever experience.
A mama bear protecting her cubs. Even if I wasn’t hers.
“I will not. I will call the police,” she yelled.
Leo pressed her against the wall as I scrambled off my bed, tugging up my pajama pants before pushing him and kicking him.
“Leave her alone. Stop. I hate you. Stop hurting her.”
“Then you need to leave.” My father sneered. “If you leave now and stay silent, I will let you go.”
“You are a monster.” She spat in his face. “Get out.”
He stepped away, wiping his face, and she ran to me without hesitation. Wiping his hand on his pants, he glared at both of us, then walked out, doing up his zipper.
The pig.
Sofia and I broke down, falling to the floor and hugging one another. I was almost ten.
“That’s not the first time, is it?” she asked me.
I couldn’t answer.
He’d been doing it since Mom died. Since I was five. I didn’t want to tell her. Shame overtook me, along with all the threats he’d filled my mind with. But I shook my head as she held me tighter and rocked me like a baby.
“ Putana! ” she cursed.
We stayed like that for what felt like hours, clinging to one another, not knowing what the future would bring. The next morning, I woke up in my bed, and the house was quiet.
I knew why.
Sofia was gone.
I’d never felt more scared or alone in my life.
Not that she’d ever protected me, but in the absence of my mother, Sofia had cared for me and loved me where my father never had.
For almost a week I walked around on eggshells until Leo called me into his office, and without looking me in the eye announced I’d be going to Phillips Academy to stay as a student. A boarding school.
I had cried when I returned to my room.
Leaving was as scary as staying. That house was the only place I’d called home, despite the horrors.
“Where is Sofia?” I’d asked the day the car came to take me to my new home, not knowing I’d never return.
“Gone.” And he was getting rid of me as well.
The fucking coward.
Except he is the coward, not me.
Now I’m fulfilling the promise I made to that little boy and getting revenge. Taking what is important to him. Using what tools life puts in my path.
Which includes Brooklyn McKenna.