SELFISH AMBITION

As Reed and I approach the passage door to the keep he bends down and picks me up swiftly as if I was weightless and tosses me over his shoulder. I protest every aspect of this and then he I’m stunned when he smacks my ass harshly and interrupts my struggle “You can keep fighting all you want sweetheart, you wanted to be kidnapped and I’m just obliging to the brides demands. So get comfortable we’re about to make our great escape. I hope you enjoy the look of revenge”. I can feel all amusement drain from my face as I am now certain there is so much more to the family story than I know. What does Reed mean revenge? My gosh what have I gotten myself into? The doors burst open and I’m still draped over Reeds shoulder with my ass in the air. He’s quickly walking through the kitchens and out into the foyer where guests are still piling in for happy hour. I pray nobody notices, and that’s when everything starts to get too quiet. The guests are looking at me confused, and a man manages

Reed left with his security what feels like an hour ago. Curly had brought back a bottle of the finest Scotch, and we both managed to throw back a few glasses with awkward silence. Between him having to threaten off two men who were looking for a good time and a man who pretended to trip right into me planting his face on my chest. I’m certain his tongue didn’t trip too. While the party may seem elaborate I’m not quite in the mood. I look at Curly with my glass up in the air, he pours me another dram and I stand up slamming it back. I begin to walk towards the front of the entrance in hopes of getting some fresh air and cool off away from all the noise. Curly stands up quickly “Miss—- “Curly a lady has to use the powder room…in private.” I add. He nods once gesturing where it is and as I walk in that direction I decide to slip his security detail for that fresh air and solitude. As I step outside and walk to the banister, the crisp smell of lake water hits me and I remember tha

Reed’s POV I fight through the needles of water that pierce my skin. It felt like I landed on concrete. I’m keeping my breath calm and steady I have to find her. As I’m under water I can feel hair brushing my arm. Shit! I must have hit her. I grab a part of her and start pulling us to the surface. She’s heavier than she seems or the current must be strong. As I’m pulling myself up I can feel wind brush across my face and I can tell now that I have her by the arm. I pull her head up “Emily” Fuck, fuck fuck! She’s unconscious. I panic fearing she hit her head on the boat. Those bastards will pay. I call up. The guys are already on it though and I can hear the life boat speeding to us, and a spotlight on us. God damn it’s cold. I try to keep her body close to mine to prevent hypothermia and salvage the little warmth that we hold together in the water while keeping her head above water. Her lips are looking blue. The life boat reaches us and my security guys are hauling us out

Emily’s POV My skin is on fire. I can hardly take note of what happened. I was on the boat, then weight was crashing onto me. Everything after that is a blur. As I lay there shaking, distant from waking, I can feel hands brushing around my thighs. As I lay there motionless. I hum at the sensation. My heart is thudding but I’m cocooned in a cave of heat that just has me not wanting to move yet. I’m exhausted, a bit drunk I think, and I can feel my toes tingling and my stomach swirling. Then I smell him. That’s when I realize Reed is lying here with me. I havent the slightest idea how I got here or what is happening. I can’t say that I mind though. I’m like an octopus now. Clinging to the warmth that’s around me. Tired but not ready for sleep to take me yet. Suddenly he’s shifting his weight away from me. “Pleasseee sooo coooold” I manage to shutter out. Is that really my voice right now. Reeds lips land on top of mine. I’m trying to grasp what’s going on, but my body doe

Reeds POV I bite my lip taking in the facts. I took Emily’s virginity like a mongrel just hours ago and here I am driving with a loss for words. For once. Sitting is uncomfortable. I’m so hard just at the thought of bending her over again and taking her slower this time. Giving her the pleasure she should have had for her first time. Slow, gentle, possessive sin. I shift in my seat to attempt breathing room. It doesn’t work and this drive is going to be miserable. “We’re about an hour from home. You should try and get some more sleep”. Emily looks almost like she’s frowning now. She takes the blanket I threw over her and shimmies it over her shoulders and twists to her side facing me. I’m already on high alert downstairs and now just having her look at me is sending me over the edge. She reaches her hand out and touches my thigh, sending chills down my spine and making me grip the steering wheel even harder. Self control man self control. I keep telling myself. “Thank you”