PAXTON CARSON
At a tender age, I learned different survival skills, which excluded taking what was not mine and taking another person's life. I detest those and it makes my skin crawl. I grew up in a fucking complex and dysfunctional family filled with secrets and lies and I don't take "NO" for an answer. Especially when it comes to taking what belongs to me.
I am thirty, and for the past fifteen years of my goddamn life, nobody has ever taken something that belongs to me, and not even a single man has done it because of the repercussion behind it. And now, a mere woman has done it. A single woman has taken what belongs to me and I am going to get it back.
And if she refuses, I won't hesitate to do to her what I do to traitors.
I am not a man who involves himself in some idle chatters, and I am not one to go to social events, but I broke the rule. I allowed a snake into my social life for just a few hours, and she released loads of venom by making my golden wristwatch, jewelry,y, and money worth five hundred million dollars disappear.
She could have asked instead of doing something that I hate but today, I will catch her and make sure that she suffers from it. I worked my ass off before gathering all these assets and I don't like to wake up one day and find out that someone has ruined it.
She wants to be drilled like a whore every day and night, right? Then I will give her what she wants. I will get her, turn her into one of my sex slaves, and torture her till my heart contents. I will show her who is the boss here.
The door beeped and I needed no one to tell me it was one of my men. I guessed right. Zico walked in with a brown paper, and I cleared my throat, ready to hear the information that I demanded.
I sat down calmly ready to hear.
"Speak," I demanded.
"Linxara Brooke, Age 24. She speaks raw Aussie accent which shows that she is an Australian woman. She lives with her mother who was diagnosed with hypertension and stage IV diabetic foot ulcer. She works as a waitress in the day and a stripper at night to handle her bills." Zico stopped talking and looked at me.
"Go on..." I muttered and he handed over the brown paper. He continued speaking as I checked out what was in the brown paper. I pulled out the paper to see that it contained the information of the thief who stole my property. My eyes landed on her picture and it left me awestruck.
In the picture, she is putting on a white turtle neck and a flared pant trouser. She doesn't look twenty-four. She looks rather twenty. Her long hair is in two colors, dark and the tip is white. Her hair was wavy, and that made a smile form on my lips. Oh! What do I want to do to that hair? It will be good for a back shot by the time I am done with her. I licked my lips and then my gaze drifted to her killer body. Her exotic shape and insane beauty.
Her shape is so sensual. Fuck! Her plump lips. Oh, fuck! What that lips could do to my cock? This thought alone sent a jolt to my brain making blood rush to my cock. Her long lashes made her even more feminine.
No, no way. No way. I can't be thinking of this. All I asked for was a private lap dance, and she stole what belonged to me. She did it without conscience, not like I have one, but I am going to make her suffer. I will make her pay for what she has done.
But still...
Something doesn't feel right.
I could see less. "It's her?" Zico asked.
I nodded. "Of course. Prepare the car. Take me to that goddamn restaurant." I ordered, and without any more words from him, he walked out, and my childhood friend, Max, came in. He has that smiley face, and he is the crazy opposite of me. He is the total opposite of me and I don't know how we are friends in the first place.
"Hey, buddy!" He flashed a smile and we exchanged pleasantries. "Hey," I replied simply. I am not much of a talker.
"Still searching for the bitch who stole your property?" He asked. I sighed and dropped the brown envelope in front of him. He grabbed the paper and came across the pictures first. He stared at it and when I felt that he was taking longer on the pictures. "What are you looking at?" I asked.
"Something doesn't feel right. Is she the one you were ..."
I got up on my feet and cut him off. "Yes, the bitch who stole what doesn't belong to her."
"And why did you say that? That it doesn't feel right."
"She looks gentle and...and..." He looked up at me and added, "Soft. Honestly, she doesn't look like she could do it. She doesn't..." I bite my lower lip. I thought that too, but just because she has a soft face doesn't mean she can't do it. I know whores like her. They act gentle and when they have set their hands on what they want, they will vanish into thin air. I will make her pay.
I ignored whatever words were about to come out of his mouth and slammed the door shut.
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"Take her!" My voice resonated in the building.
She looked even better in real life than in the pictures. Her porcelain skin made her stand out amongst the crowd, and she pouted her lips, trying to wiggle away from my men's grip. I will make her learn in the right way. Until she returns what she stole, she ain't getting away from me.
No one gets away from PAXTON CARSON.
LINXARA'S POV Tonight was going to be the craziest night ever. Tonight will be my last night of being unmarried. I walked in further into Vivian's room, where the girls were in. Vivian volunteered to be my chief bridesmaid for the day. I saw Kayla, Riele, Tina, Lydia, Lynx, and Jamie rearranging the stuff we were going to use for tonight. Different sexy bachelotte's wears. I placed my palm over my mouth. I was wowed. There were ten Royal Blue Lacy panties and bra accompanied with a blue, satin kimono, silky robe. It was so short that it would barely reach the thigh. There was another special one. This was an extreme, short, red, silky mulberry robe. No bra was with this one. Just a white, lacy g-string panties laid flat on it. A silver tiara followed by a silver bride-to-be topper and a white bride-to-be sash. My gaze shifted to the cute, white pair of stilettos. Right! Tonight is going to be a long night. I don't think I am prepared for this. "Good morning," they all beamed in ha
LINXARA'S POV "You are throwing a bachelotte's party for me tomorrow night? Wait, what?" My eyes are bulging out right now as if they want to fall off.Honestly, I don't want it. It's like spending too much. A lot. There is a lot of money, gifts, and some crazy games. Wouldn't that be too much for a relationship that is fake? Paxton and I are not even in love with each other. He doesn't love me, and I don't love him either. It's just a contract marriage. We are only going to be married on paper. It's not real at all. I rubbed my neck nervously, trying to tell them that it's not necessary. It's only enough that me and paxton are lying to them. I am already feeling guilty for making all of them believe that we are in love when we aren't. The guilt is eating me deep that I feel like people will discover soon, and I will be in trouble. These people love me too much to break their hearts. Their kind gestures towards me speak a lot of things. Should I tell them it's all fake that Paxton
PAXTON'S POV My gaze landed at my long, huge, fat, dripping eight inches cock at the mirror. It was above average that I thought that it was rare. It truly was because no woman could handle me. My ex-girlfriends failed to take me, and that pissed me off. I don't know why I always thought a woman like Linxara would make my crazy fantasies come true. I want to break her. I want her to learn the restraints that I will put on her. I want to ruin her. I want to destroy her insides. As much as I would like to bury myself deep inside of her, I don't want her to think that I care for her. I am Paxton Carson. I am ruthless and not compassionate. I don't give two flying fucks about taking care of women ever since that slut of a woman cheated on me then. That's a sorrowful tale for another day. I only care about money, power, and family. I am the sole heir to the Carson Empire. I have built, established, and grown the Empire, and that makes me successful till today. My family has different p
LINXARA'S POV"Shhhh...don't you dare to make a sound or I will fuck you in front of everyone." A knot came done in the depth of my stomach. What the hell was he up to? He was not about to shove his finger into my almost soaked pussy right? He kept drawing his hand up till he got to my entrance. He flickered my panties to the side and kneaded my clit with the tip of his fingers. I gulped down a lump of saliva as pressure built into me. I tightened my legs together and pinched my thighs, making me spread my legs apart. He rubbed my clitoris making my toes curl up. I could no longer concentrate on my meal anymore. My nipples hardened through my sweater, but I was thankful that it wasn't visible because of the thickness. I shifted my gaze to Paxton as he was still using his right hand to eat while his left hand was rubbing hard on my pussy causing the pressure to build up. A moan almost escaped my lips. The pleasure was starting to affect the position of my body. My body was starting t
LINXARA BROOKEAfter talking to Vivian, it showed that it wasn't only my mother who consented to the relationships between Paxton and I. I understood that my mother wanted the best for me. I understood the fact that she doesn't want me to keep wasting my future by working too hard on unnecessary things. It was all clear to me. Vivian was extremely happy that I finally found someone to call my own. She was my best friend, and I could remember how she would set me up on blind dates with men, and I ended up shooing all of them away. I ran my fingers through my hair as I walked deeper into the room. It was time for me to go to bed, and honestly, I do not want anyone to disturb me. I hope Paxton won't sleep here tonight. My wish didn't come through because Paxton came in and started to pull off his shirt. I stared at him, and my eyes didn't fail to linger for long. "Like what you see?" He asked, making me tear my gaze away from him and scoffed. "You think so highly of yourself to think
LINXARA'S POV "NO, this is not happening. What do they mean by wedding preparations? It's too soon." I protested, entering the room that was prepared for us. I put my hands around my waist as I pondered about it. The wedding is too soon. "Yes, Linxara. We are getting married in three days." He dropped the bombshell. I turned around swiftly staring into his eyes. "You are not serious," I whispered. "What? You think I am joking?" He questioned and put his hand in his pocket, bringing out a pack of cigarettes. He pulled out one and lighted it. He didn't bother to think about my well-being. He smoked in front of me. "Three days is out of it. I already told you I don't want to get married to you. Why do you make it your hobby to make my life a living hell?" He sat on the bed and smirked. "You are getting married to me whether you like it or not. So don't even think about arguing about this further because your mother is already aware of it and guess what? She has consented to it. Inc