Chapter 30
Emerson
A week. A whole fucking week. That’s how long I’ve been in this office. Every single day for a week. It’s the most boring thing I’ve ever had to do.
Gannix doesn’t trust me not to bash out a window and run, so he drags me to work with him every single day. For. A. Week!
I groan as I roll over on the couch and face his desk. I have to say this Gannix looks just as good as the one at home. Here, he wears a suit and tie, which makes him look even hotter, with the sleeves rolled up and his tattoos showing. But the jeans and t-shirt Gannix … fuck me. I’ve never seen a man look that good in just a damn t-shirt.
“You’re eye fucking me again.” He interrupts my thoughts without looking up.
“I’ve seen men look good in suits. I’ve seen men look good in t-shirts, and somehow, you manage to do both,” I tell him. He smirks before looking up at me.
“That’s what you’re thinking right now?”
“That and how boring this office is.”
“You don’t like my office?”
“No. You have that big old desk over there, and it’s just plain,” I tell him in mock disgust.
“I know how to make it look better,” he tells me, his eyes darkening as he looks at me.
“How’s that? Add some flowers?”
“No. With your naked body on top of it.” My cheeks flush as I bashfully smile back at him.
“I could enjoy that,” I tell him.
“I bet you could. You could spread your legs wide as I scoot you to the edge. I could kneel at the end of the desk and eat your pussy like a starving man.”
“Keep going,” I encourage him to continue.
“I could tug at that little clit of yours, have you begging me for more, like you do at home. Then I could shove my cock so far inside you that you’d feel me for days.” I press my thighs together. He knows exactly what he does to me.
Gannix stands and walks toward me with purpose in his eyes.
“Stand up,” he says, and I quickly climb off the couch. I stand in front of him when he reaches out and tugs my shirt over my head. Then he moves to my jeans next and keeps going until I’m completely naked.
“Are you going to put me on the desk?”
“No.”
“You’re going to fuck me right here?” I ask him.
“No. You’re going to fuck me, Em. You’re going to ride my cock as hard and as fast as you can until everyone in the office hears you calling my name.” I gasp as I watch him start to pull his clothes off.
“Drugs?” I ask him. He swallows hard and shakes his head.
“You deserve more, Em. And I’m going to let you have it.” I don’t know why that makes me so happy. I don’t know why I feel like I’ve won a fucking prize, but I do.
Gannix keeps stripping out of his clothes until he stands in front of me in nothing. His scars don’t define him as much as he thinks they do. Everyone has something they hate about themselves, and I understand this is his.
I start to reach for him, but he brushes my hand away and walks around me. He sits down on the couch and motions for me to come to him. I slowly turn and stand in front of him.
“Ride me, Em, however you want to take me, do it.” I consider facing away from him at first, but I want to see his face and for him to see mine. So I straddle his hips and grab his cock, lowering myself down his length. I can see this is bothering him. I can see how much this means to him, too.
I bite my lip as I feel him fill me. This feels different, not like when he drugs me. I raise my hands and rest them on his shoulders as I slowly begin to fuck him.
“Gannix,” I whisper.
“Hmm?”
“I don’t think you know how good this feels without the drugs,” I tell him as I move faster. His hands clamp down on my ass cheeks, his fingers digging in as I ride him.
“You’re mine, Emerson. No more drugs. I want you to feel everything with me,” he growls. I bounce on his cock, taking him as deeply as I can as pain and pleasure mingle inside me.
Then I lift and turn to face the other way. Before I can start, Gannix pushes me forward, my hands hitting the floor. He raises his hips as he keeps a grip on my hips to hold me in place, and he begins to fuck me.
He goes hard for a long time until he tells me to sit back up. I do as he says, and I take over again. He has no idea what I feel right now. The scars mean nothing. In this moment, everything that has happened means nothing.
I ride him until I can feel him swell inside me, and that’s all I can take. I let go, and he followed me with his release. His cock jerks inside me as I come for him. His hands stay planted into my hips as he groans behind me. When we’re both sated, I stand and move to sit on the couch next to him.
Gannix reaches over and pulls me into his side, and I rest my head there. Without thinking too much about it, I reach over and let my fingers roam the scars on his lower stomach. At first, he sucks in a breath, and I think he’s going to push me away, but then he slowly exhales and lets me continue. I skim my fingers gently over the marks on his flesh and then the ones on his cock.
“I can’t even imagine the pain you were in as a child,” I whisper.
“It was nothing I would want anyone else to feel.”
“But your brother did.”
“He felt only half of it. Only one of his legs was burnt.”
“What’s going to happen with him?” I take the chance and ask.
“I honestly don’t know. He’s made no attempt to contact me, and that scares me the most,” Gannix says.
“Why?”
“Because that isn’t like him. I took something he wanted dead, Em. He isn’t going to take this lightly.”
“Do you think he’ll come after us?”
“Us? You said us,” he says softly.
“You already made it clear I wasn’t going anywhere.”
“Do you still want to leave?”
“I can’t answer that.”
“You can. It’s a simple question.”
“Yes and no.”
“I’ll accept that for now,” he tells me as his hand comes up to run down my spine. I can’t tell you what I feel when he touches me like this. It’s like I’ve never been touched before by a man.
“Are you afraid of him?” I ask.
“I’m afraid of what he’ll do to you,” he admits, and my chest constricts.
“He’ll kill me.”
“I won’t let him do that, Em.”
“How are you going to stop him?”
“You think I can’t take on my brother?”
“I don’t think you should. He’s your family, Gannix. He’s your blood. He’s all you’ve had all your life.” Gannix tenses and suddenly moves to stand. He grabs his clothes and starts pulling them back on, so I do the same. When he’s finally dressed, he moves toward me quickly, grabbing my face in his hands.
“When I want something, I keep it, Emerson. I’ve waited too long to have you. Do you understand me? There’s no fucking way I’m going to let him come in and take what’s mine!” He growls loudly in my face. I look at him. Really look at him, and I can see the side of him his father created. I can see the monster in his eyes, but I can also see the caring side. The side that takes care of what’s his, and to him, I’m his.
I nod my head, but no words will form. What do I say to that? How do I say no to what he’s saying to me when he holds me captive? I don’t know what to do. I don’t know if wanting him is the right thing to do.
Gannix lets go of my face and I take a step back as he runs his hand through his hair. He glances around the office but doesn’t say anything before grabbing his phone off the desk, shoving it into his pocket, and heading for the door.
“I’ve done enough here for today. Let’s go.” He’s short and to the point, but I don’t hesitate to follow him out of his office. Once we’re out, we get a few looks from a few ladies and his secretary. I know those looks. The looks that say, why are you so special and I’m not. The looks of want. Little does she know I’m being held against my fucking will, or at least that’s what I keep telling myself.
We ride the elevator down and come out in the lobby before walking outside. Gannix called for a car to be brought around while we were in the elevator, but it hadn’t arrived yet. I glance up and down the street quickly while my mind reels. Gannix must be able to sense it because he turns to me, and a growl leaves his throat.
“Do it, Emerson. I fucking love it when you run from me.” My heart hammers in my chest as I think about it. But where? Where the hell am I going to go? I have no money. I have no phone. Not that I have anyone to call anyway. There’s only him. He looks back toward the street as I inch away from him. But what the hell am I running from? Gannix? He hasn’t hurt me, not really. Is he really so bad?
I keep debating my options when the car pulls up. Gannix opens the passenger door without looking at me.
“The choice is yours,” he says, keeping his eyes ahead. He’s giving me the choice to go with him or run. What difference does it make? He’s going to find me. He’s a fucking hunter, for God’s sake. But in the city? There are so many places I could hide, places I could ask for help. Places he wouldn’t be able to find me.
I glance back down the street once more, watching as people walk past us. I could grab any one of them and tell them he’s kidnapped me and to call the police.
I turn my head to look at the side of Gannix’s face as he continues to look straight ahead and something hits me. I don’t think I want to run from him. What kind of sick fuck does that make me? Maybe I like being held captive and fucked by the man who stalked me.
I walk over and climb in the car before he shuts the door and walks around to get in. He isn’t smiling. In fact, he isn’t even looking at me at this point.
“Do you want to get something to eat at a restaurant tonight or grab something to take home?” he asks.
“Something to take home.” He nods his head and pulls out onto the road as I think to myself. Is this crazy? Am I crazy?
I don’t know what the hell is wrong with me anymore, but I’m finding I like being at Gannix’s house. I like I don’t have to face the outside world and have them judge me. I like he can fulfill every desire I have, and he has. So maybe it’s him. Maybe it truly is Gannix who’s saving me.