Relenting (Dirty Cops #2)

Chapter 1

CHAPTER 1

Roxy

“ C ome on, Rox. You know you want it. Now, climb on up and take me for a ride.”

Derek tugs at my waist, trying to pull me onto his lap. I’m not even sure where his driver has parked us. All I know is that the privacy window is up, so whatever happens in the back of this limo, Sedrin won’t be able to see or hear. I’m sure by now, the man knows exactly what happens when Derek comes to pick me up. Knows we’re not exactly having a “family reunion” in the back seat in the middle of the night. But I’m sure my stepbrother pays him a fortune to keep his mouth shut so that no one finds out we were together, especially not my father.

“Baby, don’t be like this.” Derek’s lips nuzzle against my neck, working to tempt me into giving in, and a ripple of that undeniable lust rolls through my shoulders, sizzling down my spine. His smooth mouth slides across my neck, teasing a trail of tingles all the way up to the soft part of my ear. When his teeth slowly tug at my skin, a low groan reverberating against the shell, I’m scorched between my legs. Making it even harder for me to resist.

“I’ve missed you so much.” His whisper tickles across my nerves. “You know I would’ve come sooner if I could have. Things have just been so busy. Your dad put me in charge of the new company, and between all the traveling, meetings, and charity events, I haven’t been able to sneak away. Now, give me a kiss, Rox. I’ve been dying for a taste.”

I should tell Derek no. Put an end to this twisted affair once and for all. But my stupid heart is weak for him. It still hopes that one day he’ll decide he can’t live without me and put a stop to all this sneaking around. That one day he’ll fight for me and tell our parents to go to hell. Tell them their acceptance doesn’t matter. I’m still wishing Derek will finally put action to his words and show me how much he truly cares. How much he loves me. I want him to prove that I matter more to him than his reputation. More than the money. More than owning any Fortune 500 company.

I know I’m treading on dangerous ground. I know I’m setting myself up for catastrophic disappointment, and that I shouldn’t cling to that hope, because it’s been six years and nothing has changed. The only difference now is that I’ve found a way to numb my heart and block out the pain. I’ve found a distraction for all the time in between our secret meetings. A way to make the pictures I see in the media, the ones of Derek and the women he supposedly “has to” date for the sake of appearances, not make me feel like my heart is being crushed in a vice. Thankfully, I’ve found a group of men who make me feel wanted and sexy. Who make me feel worthy of their attention. I’ve found a family that accepts me just the way I am: tattoos, rough edges, with a need to breathe wild.

“Come on, Rox, quit being stubborn. We both know this little pussy of yours is aching for my dick or you wouldn’t have agreed to see me tonight.” His fingers reach under my skirt, finding me bare like he’d instructed. “Just what I thought. She’s soaked. Now, quit having your fit so we can enjoy our time together before I have to get back.”

I’m not being stubborn. I’m upset. And yes, I may want him more than anything, but that doesn’t mean he deserves it. He just got done telling me he’s being pressed to get married. That my dad has been putting the pressure on for him to choose a wife. And instead of telling my father he’s already found the person he wants to share his life with, that he’s in love with me and I’m the one he wants to marry, he’s agreed to be set up with someone they think is a “worthy” match.

Derek dropped that little bomb on me because he wanted to give me the “heads-up” in case I see him in the papers next week with another beautiful woman on his arm.

The thought has my legs locking shut and my arms crossing over my chest. My wall of self-preservation is stacking back into place. Knowing he’s agreed once again to date another woman pisses me off. It doesn’t matter that it doesn’t mean anything to him. That he’s only “going through the motions for the sake of appearances.” Once again, it proves that hoping for a future with him is pointless. Once again, it shows exactly where I land on his priority list. Below my father, below the company, the fame, and definitely below the money.

“Come on, Roxanna. Spread these legs and let me feel how tight you are. My dick has been dying to get inside you. Baby, please.”

That one word— please —is like a weapon. It weakens my defenses. Softens my heart. And makes me want to give into him, in spite of the fact he doesn’t deserve it.

“Stop thinking with that gorgeous head of yours and just feel. You know how incredible it is between us. You know how good I can work your pussy over.”

Maybe I should take his advice. Thinking just gets me into trouble. Thinking about him involved with another woman makes me sick to my stomach. I don’t want to think about what will happen on his date next week. Whether he’ll like the girl and actually consider the thought of marriage with her. Whether the tabloids to follow will say, “ Engagement on the horizon. Billionaire Bachelor Found His One.” Feeling is so much better. Feeling will make me forget how unfair life can be. And maybe…feeling will keep him from forgetting about me when he’s with the one our parents deem worthy.

I slide down to the floor, positioning myself between his legs, my decision made. I want this night burned into his memory. I want it playing on repeat while he’s struggling to have a conversation with the woman he’s agreed to consider for the role of his wife. I want it singed in every thought to where he can’t even focus on the words coming from her lips. I want him dropping her off at her door and hightailing it down the highway straight into my arms, getting down on bended knee and telling me what a fool he’s been, begging me to be his, once and for all.

My hands reach for the front of his pants, making smooth work of freeing his hard cock. His eyes burn with lust as he watches my every move. Growing heavier when I give him a squeeze through the material. Groaning when my fingers slip inside the opening and find my way to his bare cock. He came prepared tonight. No boxers to block my way. I give him a firm tug and his head falls back against the seat.

“I need your cock, Derek,” I purr against the tip, teasing his sensitive skin with the whisp of my tongue. “I want you to fuck my mouth until I’m gagging on your thickness. And when you’re done feeding me, I want you to show your little sister’s pussy exactly what an incredible big brother you are.”

I give him the words I know he wants to hear. The ones that drive him crazy. And then…I drop forward, intent on making his fantasies come true. Using every trick I’ve learned to make his dick hum on my tongue as the pulses rock through him. I take his abuse as he loses himself to the feelings and fucks me like a whore. Thrusting to the back of my throat, hand gripped in my hair, pushing and pulling me up and down on his cock. His dirty words filling the back of this luxurious vehicle, which is too fancy for the face fucking I’m receiving. And when he shatters, I’m positive Sedrin knows exactly what just went down in the back seat. There’s no way he didn’t hear my stepbrother’s wild roar. The shout exploding from his lips as the cum explodes down the back of my throat. “That’s it, sis. Oh fuck! You’re my little cum slut, aren’t you? Fuck, that’s so good.”

I suck down the very last drop, licking up every drip of semen as the pulses rock through him. “Damn, sis.” His body finally slumps back against the leather seat. His head heavy. Eyes even heavier. Chest heaving hard. “What the hell has gotten into you tonight? Fuck… That mouth… Whew… You just blew my mind, Rox.”

He lets out another trembling sigh as he basks in the afterglow of his orgasm. Meanwhile, I’m still sitting in my needy state. I think it’s time to blow his mind again. Only this time, I’m going to have my thighs wrapped around him. I wipe my mouth and climb up onto his lap, leaning in for a kiss, but he grips the back of my head and halts me from meeting his lips.

“You just swallowed my cum.”

And?

I sit back, looking him in the eyes.

“Sorry, I’m not interested in tasting my spunk. That’s gross.”

Seriously? It’s fine for me to swallow every drop, but he can’t stand the thought of it. I’ve been with a bunch of the Savage Knights MC brothers, men who are twice the size of my stepbrother, men who give definition to the words masculine and dominant , and not one of them has ever had a problem kissing me after I’ve given them head. They pull me onto their laps and ravage my mouth before they wreak delicious havoc on my body, giving me orgasms unlike any I’ve ever had before. I’m just a Sweetbutt to them, not even considered an Old Lady, and yet, they still are selfless lovers and make sex good for me every time. In fact, most go out of their way to ensure I get off before they even take theirs.

But apparently, Derek thinks tasting our act of sex is beneath him. Fine. If he doesn’t want to kiss, we don’t have to. I make the mental note. Next time, I’m going to kiss him first and get my pleasure before I give him his. Speaking of pleasure, I’m still not finished. My pussy is still aching and it’s time to continue bringing his fantasies to life so the memory of tonight doesn’t fade. It’s time to give Derek that ride he wanted. And I’m going to make sure it’s the ride of his life.

I reach for his cock, but his hand grips around my wrist, stopping me.

“I’m good, Rox. You just sucked the life out of me.”

What the hell? He’s done? I mean, not that I don’t want to take credit for giving him that good of a blow job, but seriously? Okay. Well, I’ll take that as mission accomplished and sit back and enjoy my pleasure now. Bet if I give him a show, he’ll be changing his tune. I can bring our first time back to life. Remind him of when he walked in on me playing with myself. His innocent eighteen-year-old stepsister who was rubbing her pussy to thoughts of him. God, I had such a crush on him. He and his mom had moved in the year before, and I was a fluttering mess of butterflies 24/7. He was the hottest boy I’d ever met. He was my first and only crush.

I heard the creak of my floor, and my eyes flew open, seeing him standing at my door, watching me. I thought he’d flee, apologizing for intruding on my private moment, apologize for watching, but he didn’t. He walked in and locked the door behind him. He stalked over to the front of my bed, staring between my legs, telling me I was the prettiest girl he’d ever seen, asking if he could touch me and make me feel good. I told him yes, my wish coming true in that moment, and so he climbed onto my bed and gave me all my firsts. My first fingering. My first oral sex. My first…sex. That was the day I lost my virginity. And that was the day that our forbidden relationship began.

A shiver of need rocks through me remembering how hot it was, sneaking around the house, him copping a feel every time our parents weren’t looking. We fucked like rabbits on the daily. Two wild teenagers with raging hormones. And when we’d lay in bed at night, talking for hours, trying not to wake our parents, he told me how much he loved me. He promised me a future of kids and happiness. And I held on to every word.

“Shit. It’s late.” He looks up from his phone, snapping me from my memories. “I need to get back.”

Is he kidding me right now? Is this some kind of punishment because I was being stubborn when he first picked me up? He’s not going to return the favor? Wow. He’s really become a selfish prick. He’s become my father.

I silently climb off his lap and pull my skirt back down into place. There’s no way I’m groveling for sex from the man. Not a chance in hell. I take the seat across from him, wishing I didn’t have to ride back with the jerk. Derek tucks himself back into his pants and then taps on the privacy window, letting Sedrin know we’re ready to leave. We’re done, apparently. He got his and is good to go. Asshole .

The car pulls back onto the road, and I stare out the window into the blank darkness. It’s a better view than the one across from me. Out of the corner of my eye, I see that Derek isn’t fazed. He’s already staring at his phone, engrossed in whatever he’s reading. I’ve now been completely forgotten. And for the entire ride back, not once does he look up. Or check in with me. Or apologize for how things turned out tonight. Not once does he make any indication that he’s punishing me for my tantrum and tell me that next time I shouldn’t resist him and then I’ll get mine. That would be an asinine thing for him to do, but at least I could understand his behavior. But nope. He types away on his screen, ignoring my entire existence.

We pull to a stop at the place where he picks me up and drops me off, about a half mile from the Savage Knight clubhouse where I live. Derek wants to ensure he isn’t spotted by anyone so he refuses to drop me off any closer. We’re in the middle of nowhere with no streetlights or buildings or any form of life. All there is out on this back road are trees. It’s also the middle of the night so the likelihood of him being seen by paparazzi is next to nil, but none of that matters. I’m expected to walk the rest of the way back like I usually do so the asshole isn’t caught fraternizing with his dirty little stepsister. The girl who brings trash to the Boden name. Meanwhile, Derek, the golden boy, gets to drive off in his chariot back to his castle where all the servants will wait on him hand and foot, and everyone bows down to the perfect prince.

I shake my head, not at the selfish jerk in front of me who is still texting away at this crazy hour, but at myself. I’m an idiot for coming out tonight. A fool for putting up with his treatment and for still having feelings for the guy after all these years. I’m the dumbass still holding out hope that something is going to change. That he’ll magically transform into my prince charming. Truth is things have changed. Derek has transformed from the sweet, loving stepbrother who came into my life when I was teenager, the boy who nestled into my heart, a person I could count on and trust, into an arrogant ass who is selfish and completely self-absorbed.

Good news is, this time, it’s going to be easy to walk away. This time, I won’t be crying my eyes out and holding out hope for a future with him. I’m moving on with my life and I’m never looking back. He’s sliced me open for the last time. He’s finally severed that last heartstring that stubbornly still loved him.

The door opens and Sedrin stands to the side holding it for me. There’s no denying the annoyance rolling off him. I don’t think he enjoys having to miss his beauty sleep for these late-night rendezvous. Well, he won’t have to anymore. I’m done. Tonight was the last straw. Cinderella is going back to her dirty dungeon where she belongs and where she intends to stay.

I scoot forward to climb out, but Derek grabs my hand, stopping me. My head turns, wondering if he’s going to say something to change my mind. Something that will have me clinging to that damn hope again. I should run before I hear what he has to say. But again, I’m weak. My damn heart betrays me every single time.

“Take this, sis. Looks like you could use it.” His eyes trail down my clothes, sending the clear message that my outfit disgusts him. I picked the skirt out special for him at the store, splurged on something more expensive, something sexy, but I guess it’s not good enough. “Oh, and there’s a little extra for rocking my world with that incredible mouth of yours.”

And now, not only do I know I look like trash, but I feel like trash too. He just offered me money like I’m a paid whore. Wow. Derek has definitely changed. He’s been drinking the snobbish Kool-Aid and it has officially saturated his good soul and turned him into my father. I’m about to tell him to take the money and shove it where the sun doesn’t shine but his words cut me off.

“I’ll be dreaming of that mouth until next time, sis.” His finger runs across my lower lip and it takes everything in me not to bite the thing off. “Love you, Roxanna.”

Bull fucking shit. If he loved me, he’d be claiming me. He’d be taking me back to his house and telling our parents to fuck off. He wouldn’t be dating other women. He wouldn’t be leaving me on the side of the road in the middle of the night for fear of getting caught, not giving a shit whether I make it home safe or not. And he wouldn’t make me feel like a whore.

You know what. I was going to leave the money, but I’ve changed my mind. I’m taking it as a parting gift. More like compensation for time served these last five years. I’m taking it and I’m going to buy myself some more skirts just like the one I have on because it’s pretty and I like it. And that’s all that truly matters.

Without saying a word, I take the wad of Benjamins and climb out of the limo, ready to walk down that road and leave the false dream of hope behind me once and for all. I’m ready to build myself a life. One that doesn’t include assholes that make me feel like shit.

“So stubborn, sis.” Derek sighs. “Well, next time, you better tell me you love me or I won’t let you suck my dick. And don’t worry, I have more time in my schedule now so you won’t have to wait too long to see me again. Good night, Roxanna.”

My eyes snap down to the arrogant prick. I’m about to tell him off, but Sedrin shuts the door before I have the chance. He gives me a look of disgust before he gets back into the driver’s seat and takes off. Practically leaving skid marks as he tears out. And then it’s just me. Alone on the dark street as they speed off back to his fancy condo, back to the life I was exiled from. If I didn’t know I was safe out here, I’d be scared. But right now, I could definitely use a walk in the cold night air to cool off my anger.

I really can’t believe Derek just said that. I’m not going to get the privilege of sucking his dick if I don’t tell him I love him? Wow. Sucks for me. NOT! Oh. My. God. How the hell did I let things get this far with that jerk? How have I been so blind to the man he’s become? My head is shaking at every thought, and if someone drove by, they’d think I have Tourette’s.

The huge wad of cash in my pocket suddenly feels like dead weight, making me feel just like a whore. But I shake it off. I’m not a dirty slut. I’m just a girl who fell in love with a boy when she was eighteen. A boy who was sweet and kind, and made her feel special. But now, that boy is gone, and in his place is a man no better than the one who brought me into this world and kicked me out like trash. Derek may have been given the Boden last name by his mother’s marriage, but he sure does act like it’s in his DNA.