Feathers and Thorne Series Books 1 - 3: The Complete Collection

Chapter Nineteen

Isabella

I squirm in my seat for more than one reason.

For one, Frances last saw me as I caught a glimpse of a crime being committed in his office, and his suggestion was to have me killed as well. Then, there is Jacob Lacey, my pervy ex-boss, who cowers in the corner like he got caught doing something wrong.

Carter leans against the back of my chair, shifting his gaze back and forth from Frances to Jacob.

My leg rattles while I stay wondering when Carter will press a button and make this meeting more interesting than it already is.

“So, we have an issue, I hear,” Carter hums. “Care to plead your case, Lacey?”

Jacob snarls a noise, looking at Frances like the snitch he is. “I just think you are becoming a little redundant to business, Blackthorne.”

“How so?” Carter purrs.

“You want to make this multimillion-dollar deal, covering up loads of important, underground business, and your main focus has been fucking my receptionist,” Jacob snaps, staring through me. “You’ve put that whore between our business affairs.”

Carter leans down, kissing my temple lightly, his eyes shifting from France and Jacob as they watch his every subtle movement. “You hear that, dove?” he whispers tenderly in my ear. “Being a virgin and refusing the great Jacob Lacey makes you a whore.”

Jacob scoffs in an obnoxious laugh. “I highly doubt she’s still a virgin, prick. You just want to tow her around to make me jealous or something, but it’s hardly worth the effort. I didn’t want that lousy bitch anyways. You can fucking have her.”

Carter casually reaches into his breast pocket, and I tense. “Thanks for your permission.”

He sets off the first device, sending abrasive vibrations through my desperate, wet sex. I hiss an inhale, leaning my weight onto one leg so as to not make the vibrations heard through the chair. My eyes grow wet as I try to fight back an orgasm in the mayor’s office.

“Now, since we’ve addressed the fact that Isabella works for me now,” Carter meanders, his voice oddly calm, “can we end this useless meeting so I can bend my new assistant over that desk?”

Frances frowns. Jacob rolls his eyes.

The Lacey heir replies, “I don’t see how you’re so fucking invested in all of this. I don’t have to launder your money, Blackthorne. I could blow the lid off this whole agreement. How would Page Eight love to know about how the dirtiest villain in New York is working to manipulate the mayoral campaign?”

My head falls back against the ridge of the chair, swallowed with pleasure as the vibrations in my pussy become constant in drenching my panties. Carter grins, stroking my cheek as he meets my foggy, overstimulated eyes.

“I’m surprised you’re not more grateful, Jacob. You were a common crook, and I dropped a very large sum of money in your lap for one simple request, and you can’t even do that,” Carter growls. “You were supposed to cut the need for me to come down to this office altogether, but here I am.”

Frances reaches for his scotch, and Carter reaches for his breast pocket.

I plead for mercy in silence. Carter grins at my light whimpering and turns on the clamp that electrifies the nipple clamp. I bite down on my lip to keep from moaning through another wave of intense pleasure aloud.

It’s increasingly more difficult than I could have imagined.

“If you want me to overlook this act of mutiny you’ve begun with my receptionist, then you will just have to buy out the contract I had in place for her employment,” Jacob mutters.

Carter stifles a laugh. “You’re really getting desperate, aren’t you?”

I cling to the armrests of the chair, my heavy laps of breath starting to direct attention in my direction.

“Is she okay?” Frances mumbles, pointing to me as he holds onto his crystal glass. “She’s a little antsy, Carter.”

My new boss smirks, resting a heavy, grounding palm on my shoulder. His simple touch is enough to force another flinch of overwhelming sensations around the vibrating device in my tight, contracting pussy.

“She is fine.” Carter shifts his focus to Jacob, still pouting in the corner. “How much was her contract for? How much are you going to drag out this meaningless diversion of a power trip, Jacob?”

“She signed on for a year,” he bites. “So she owes me the rest of the money she would have made from the last half of her contract.” After a pause of thoughtless consideration, he adds, “Twelve grand.”

“Done. I’ll mail you a check,” Carter mumbles. “She makes that in about a month working for me.”

I want to be stunned by that bit of information, but my nipple is raw with hardened pleasure. I hiccup a breath, Carter slipping his hand around the base of my throat, pushing my jaw to shut, so I muffle my noises from here on out.

No one seems concerned or surprised by his odd hold on me.

“Now that I’ve finally bought off your receptionist,” Carter snips, “you have any other problems you’d like to solve with empty threats, or are you finished?”

Jacob storms out of the office. “Fucking finished.”

Frances falls into his desk chair, tired and partly drunk. “Well, that was certainly—”

“Get out,” Carter barks.

The mayor stumbles to stand and grabs his glass, leaving the office and slamming the door shut behind him. Carter finally releases my chin, and I moan out in utter relief, the devices finally coming to a stop, though the aftermath of the vibrations still gnaws at my core.

I can hardly breathe or think as Carter throws me forward, slamming my hips against the desk where he hikes my skirt up over my ass and rips my panties off. I feel him hold onto them for a long minute as I’m standing here bent over perfectly for his access.

“I don’t remember giving you permission to come,” he snarls behind me.

My wide, confused eyes want to look over my shoulder, puzzled by such a claim. What did he think was going to happen?! I don’t get time to ask, to even plead my case like Jacob was allowed.

He slams his hand against the plane curve of my ass.

It sends a fury of pleasure through my chest, his fingers finding my sex as he drops the device to the floor before reaching through my shirt and recklessly ripping my nipple free of the camp.

My thighs shake as I lay flat on the desk, trembling as the dampness runs down my inner leg.

“Carter,” I pant.

He’s busy undoing his belt, the sound so smooth to not recognize. I anticipate him throwing it aside, but I’m wrong. He brings the leather strap against my upper leg, just under my warm, wounded ass cheek. I stifle a scream, the pain too sharp for me to ignore now.

I dare to stand, to move away, but he presses his hand into my shoulder, leaning forward, so his erection rests on my back, throbbing and thick, but nowhere near my wet, needy folds.

“Mercy,” he gripes. “That’s all you get to decide, dove. You don’t move until I say so, and you sure as fuck don’t come unless I allow it!”

I shrivel in slight fear. His ferocity has jumped levels so quickly I can’t track it.

His fingers invade my sex, sliding in so effortlessly that it sparks another gush of warm cum to pool around his knuckles. He growls, his belt-wielding palm coming down over my ass yet again.

The scream manages to stay caged behind my lips, and so does that single, tempting word.

His fingers are replaced by his girth, spreading my folds so much and sliding in so easily that I weep in fighting back another orgasm. It’s so natural to me now, my virginity lost almost a full day ago, and I’m already trying to restrain myself from enjoying sex to the fullest extent possible.

I want to be angry, but I can’t. I would much rather take Carter’s cock against the mayor’s desk than be fucked ruthlessly by Jacob Lacey against his.

“Argh!” I shout, my legs shaking worthlessly against Carter’s. “Please!”

“Come,” he barks like it’s a sin. “Fucking come, dove.”

I do as I am told, unraveling and breaking at his thrusting, merciless hips. He finishes with a warm pool of honey in my core with a strangled grunt. He’s so relieved and so brutally frantic that I don’t dare ask questions now.

Not even the most burning question of all.

Last night, Carter slept with me so passionately, but tonight, this is different. This was harsh and unrelenting and ruthless. The hot, striking welts on my ass can account for that.

So, what changed?