Bargain: An Object of Desire

Knox's POV

One night, I stumbled into the club after a heated conversation with my father over my mother's death. That night, I had watched her serve at the bar. She served me but was too scared to hold the glass properly let alone look me in the eyes.

Two nights, I watched her practice alone in a room locked away from the nosiness of the crowd. It looked like she danced from an ache.

I did see it in her eyes and the way her body hung around the pole as if begging it to give her life structure.

I didn't just recognise that ache, I lived it.

Three nights, I watched her perform after I paid Eric to give her some freedom.

Finally, this was the night she became officially mine. All the performances were just fillers for what I had planned for her. She was going to be the weapon for my dad's destruction and the instrument of my utmost desire.

I ordered Dave, my righthand man, to drive her to the villa while I returned the next morning after meeting with Eric and my father.

“You'd be dead before you even think of ruining everything I've built for the past twenty-five years,” his text read.

I replied with, “Like you killed my mother?” Scoffed and shoved my phone into my pocket.

I took a cold shower to cool off some steam. My father had not just been a failed father over the years. He was a failed husband, taking my mum through all shades of emotional torture while maintaining a perfect face to the public. He'd cheat on her right before her eyes and also made me watch.

But guess the irony?

He preached against adultery and fornication, in fact, that was the selling point of his morals to the public. Now guess what I was going to do.

Burn it down to fine ashes.

Damn! I bloody hate him.

Stepping out of the shower, I dried my hair, put on my sweatpants and had Dave fill me in on Yvette.

“She slept after she had the drink but she has refused to have breakfast,” he informed me.

“Good. Bring her here.”

I nodded towards the door for him to leave then emptied my coffee cup on three gulps. As I put the cup out and went through all the details about her, again, I realised that not only was she naive, she had some resistance and strength that wouldn't break easily—part of why I chose her for the task.

“Let me go!” She yelled, thrashing over Dave's shoulder.

Fierce.

I liked it.

“Let her go.”

He obeyed in an instant and left us. I watched her chest rise and fall while her eyes narrowed at me in disgust. Unfortunately, I had gotten enough of that look from my father.

“I'm sure you went through the terms and conditions in the contract as well as the benefits…” I trailed off rising from my leather chair to my closet. “Because your first test begins in five minutes.

I threw a black satin robe at her, not expecting her to catch it, but she did.

“Change. You have four minutes and it starts now.”

My words drew out the first emotion other than disgust and anger from her.

She was panicking.

“Where do I change?”

“Here.”

“You can't be—”

“Three minutes more,” I cut her off. “You don't want to get punished on your first day, do you?”

Her limbs answered in response, turning her back to me before taking out every fabric off her skin to put on the robe.

I let her finish then asked her to turn around.

I could see her firm nipple when she did as well as her eyes burning with disgust. If only she knew what keeping that expression for too long would cost her.

“Come closer.”

She took a few steps forward.

“Closer.”

She hesitated.

“Get the fuck here, Yvette Morgan!”

That was it. She jumped towards me, almost bumping into my chest. I leaned on my desk comfortably and watched embarrassment swallow her raw.

“I'm sorry,” she mumbled.

“The first test is to see how focused you can be on a particular task. My world is much more different from your petty one, and some of its core differences are the noises and unnecessary attention. However,” I undid the belt of her robe. “You must focus no matter what,” I spread open her robe, revealing her plum inviting boobs and pink hardened ripples.

I placed a call to her mum and left the phone on the table.

“Your mum would be on the phone with you a few seconds from now. Focus on,” I walked behind her, leaning closer to her ear. “Her. Remember,” I kissed her earlobe. “You must answer all her questions clearly.”

As the word left my mouth, I pushed her back slowly till her stomach was resting on my desk. I lifted her robe to expose her perfectly curved ass, then placed a kiss on each cheek before her mother's voice broke out.

I smirked on the first greeting, then spread her legs and the cheeks of her ass.

Shaved and soaking already.

I went on my knees, bringing her swollen cunt to my face then sipped in her wetness.

“Mhh,” she shuddered.

“Are you okay, honey?” Her mum asked.

I flattened my tongue against the entrance of her cunt then rolled it up without warning and licked her clean.

“Uh-uhmm… I'm… uh!” She sighed. “J-just figured I have a lot to d-do.”

I flickered my tongue over her cunt, inserting my fingers inside her walls.

I groaned.

She was so warm and goddamn tight.

Her breaths quickened.

“Should I leave you to it? I guess I—”

“N-no. It's,” she hitched, arching her back. “Fine.”

With how she was gripping the desk and curling her toes, I knew she was going to cum sooner than I expected.

“How has work been?” The warm voice kept singing sweetly.

“Fine,” she breathed out.

I sped up. Pushing and pulling and eating her all at once.

“Agh— sorry,” she threw her head to the side.

“Are you sure you're okay?”

She was shaking and no. I didn't stop.

“Yvette, honey?”

“Please,” she gasped as she reached for my hair. “Please—”

“Please what?” Confusion took over the woman's voice.

I'd be laughing my organs out, if not that her scent was intoxicating and hearing her beg me like that drove me insane.

I could have stopped.

I couldn't.

I didn't want to.

So I swiftly pulled her from the desk. Arms wrapped around my neck and legs around my torso while I wrecked her cunt with my fingers.

She bit her lips not to make a sound especially since her mum's worry grew louder.

“Plea-plea-plea-plea-pleaseeee,” she moaned.

While shaking profusely in my arms, I ended the call. Eyes shut and legs tightly wrapped around my torso, she gave in, filling my fingers with her juice.

I pulled out from her trembling body, let her sit on the desk and made her leak her juice all over my fingers.

“That was quite a success, yeah?” I grinned at both the outcome and the embarrassed and disgusted look on her face.

“You're sick!” She spat.

“You have no idea, moth,” I whispered in her right ear, then stepped backwards just enough to watch her chest rise and fall.

I didn't let her catch her breath before glaring at her.

“Get. Out.”

With that, she picked her previous clothes, and tied her robe as she ran for the door.