LOGINReeds POV
This night just couldn’t go smoothly. First I get a runaway bride thrown into my embrace, next she’s making me think of her in ways I haven’t thought of anyone. That god forsaken wedding gown will be the death of me. I can see all of her and she’s smiling with pride fit for a royal court. I feel bad for leaving her at the party with Curly but I had business to attend to. Some fool thought he could cheat the card tables on my dime. Not happening. Security had him ready for me below deck in a barricaded room. I figured a couple jellyfish across his abdomen would get the point across instead of further measures like taking a thumb, or both. Tonight I didn’t want my hands covered in blood though. I needed to get back to her. To Emily. She has no idea what kind of event she’s at. The parties I throw are exclusive for male entertainment and while she may be with Curly I can’t help but worry. She’s too important. I need her for my plan. I just didn’t plan on wanting her so damn bad. I can’t help seeing her in that dress though, cut so short, the way it hugs her thighs— I have to collect myself. Getting caught drooling over a woman is not a persona I have ever put out. Sure I’ve dated and even was engaged until my late fiancé died suddenly, but I’ve never been nor will I ever be smitten. Especially not with Emily Danvers. Maybe we can have fun or something but I can’t stand the thought of my cousin being happily married when it should have been me. His betrayal cost me everything. “Boss” I jolt my head up when security looks at me with worry. “They lost sight of your— guest” He cuts him self off before saying. Something he knows wouldn’t be true. She’s not mine and this is the last place I would take her. My late fiancée didn’t even know what everything I did for a living entailed. “You, You and You. With me.” I point as I start shuffling forward. “Find…her” I say over my watch to alert all of security. As I set in above deck to the party my eyes are locked on Curly, he’s pacing about the women’s restroom and knocking hard with fists. “Curly!” I shout across the roulette wheel. “Boss she’s been in there a while now and won’t come out” “She’s not in there, spread out, find her. She’s not here for work” I say dryly through my teeth bared. I can feel my heart pounding in my chest and anger starting to reach my throat. I’m trying to seem collected but now I’m worried. Security hasn’t gotten back to me about her location which would mean she has to be outside. She would have stood out like a sore thumb in here with that dress. Luckily my security team all realized that as we’re heading for the doors. My whole team is now together splitting up to the upper decks and the sides. I stay to the left on a hunch. “Boss we got her” flood my ears and I can hear panic in my security’s husky voice. Next I see men grabbing Emily and she is dangling on the boat. Hands all over her, I can’t help it rage is flooding me now and I start running down the boat. My security is wasting no time getting them off of her when she suddenly kicks one of them hard as he’s trying to pull her back over. My god every inch of her bottom is exposed, and just like that she’s off over the boat. Fuck!Emily’s POVThe remainder of the drive was like a tide I couldn’t fight. My head lolled against the cool window, Reed’s silhouette blurred at the edge of my vision. One mile. Two. The ache in my body softened into something heavy and warm. Sleep took me without permission, dragging me down into darkness where no cameras watched and no choices waited.I woke to soft sheets and the low glow of a red light coming from his luxurious spa bathroom. Not the car. This room swallowed sound and the clock read 11:58. I actually slept most of the day away. My clothes were gone, replaced by one of Reeds soft button-downs, unbuttoned just enough to brush my thighs. I turned over where Reed laid beside me on his back. His bare chest rising slow and even with one arm flung above his head. Moonlight peaked through the window casting silver lights along the lines of muscle.Something shifted inside me. Not regret this time. Not the heavy shell I’d worn for years. A spark. Small. Tentative. But mine. My
Emily’s POVThe vibration of the tires against asphalt felt like a pulse in my bones. Steady. Relentless. Reed drove with that same focused calm he brought to everything else—hands at ten and two, eyes on the road, jaw set like he was solving a puzzle only he could see.I kept my face turned toward the window, watching the city dissolve into black highway and occasional sodium glow. My reflection stared back, pale and unfamiliar. Who was that woman? The one who’d just let Reed fuck her senseless on her own bed, in the ruins of her old life? The one who’d come so hard she’d forgotten how to breathe?Regret tasted bitter, but it wasn’t the sharp kind. More like slow poison, seeping in. I’d wanted it. God help me, I’d wanted him. Still did, if I was honest. But wanting wasn’t the same as trusting. Or choosing.I shifted in the seat, the ache between my legs a reminder of his pleasure. My pleasure now though. I took control, didnt I? In that moment, I’d chosen. Not him, exactly—not the w
Emily’s POVThe engine of Reed’s sleek black SUV hummed low as we pulled away from the curb outside my loft. The towns lights streaked past in blurry lines, rain-slicked streets looked like fractured mirrors. I kept my eyes on the dashboard, fingers curled tight around the strap of my seatbelt across my chest. Anything to avoid looking at him…What the hell just happened?Reeds POVI replayed it in fragments, clinical almost, the way I’d dissect a bad investment pitch. Her body arching under me, the way she’d gasped my name like it was a curse and a prayer at the same time. The heat of her skin, slick and desperate. I’d meant to keep it controlled—hell, I’d meant to keep my distance entirely after the chaos of the last few days—but control had slipped the second her mouth found mine again. And now here we were, driving into the night like nothing had changed, when everything had.She was quiet beside me. Too quiet. The Emily I’d known before tonight—the polished, untouchable fiancée o
Emily’s POV I lay there for a moment longer. As the after quakes of my own orgasm continues to pulse through me. Reed knows how to make me bend to his will. It’s almost revolting how good he is in bed. I almost wish he wasn’t, now that I feel dirty with regret. I snap back to reality as I’m rolled on to my back like the sack of potatoes I am and he tugs his shirt off my head. My hair is wild and I can feel the redness of pleasure and embarrassment in my cheeks. “Let’s get going babe”. He hands me my pants and shirt. All business demeanor and urgency in hand. He called me babe…. And that’s when I feel the air shift. Thinking about it - him, me, my loft, his home, my fiancé, my family, May cat. Jesus. What the fuck am I doing. I circle over reality a moment longer while scanning the room to find Mittens as I’m getting dressed. That’s when I see a note across my night stand. My neighbor scribbled that she took my cat home with her in light of events. Saying it would be easier. No
Reeds POV Emily drops to her knees in front of me clutching my jeans to the mid point of my thighs. Her hands both locking in around my length, pressing her warm wet lips to me. “Fuck Em..” eyes rolling back. I stand there looking to the ceiling holding myself back for her, forgetting where I am while losing myself to her tongue dancing around me. She grabs at my ass with one hand between my thighs. Pulling me closer to take me all the way in. Practically choking on my cock and I throw my head back in agony. Wanting a release. Thats when i remember the cameras. “Damnit Em” I’ll be damned if my cousin gets to watch her like this. I pull my shirt off before deciding to give him the show he deserves.I grab Emily by the back of the neck pulling her off me as she slobbers all over me. And throw her across the bed on all fours.“Do you trust me Angel”? I ask bent over her whispering in her ear.I hear her gulp as she nods. “Say it”! I demand.“Yes” she chokes out and that’s enough f
Reeds POV The drive to Emily’s flat is all small talk. We exchange words over some coffee on the go, listening to music and sharing our love for alternative rock. Finally a woman with good taste. I’m not to sure about this Mittens but if he means that much to her I suppose I can come around. Emily’s loft is on the bay and overlooks the water. We take the elevator up after the bell hop expresses his concerns and says he’s glad she’s well. I was hoping she would have one more day with me to be selfish but now my priority is her safety and well being. My cousin won’t let go of her easily. Emily enters her door code, we walk in to the flat and immediately are bombarded by the smell of floral vomit. I don’t even have to ask, this is my cousins signature of love bombing. There has to be over a hundred boquets of flowers throughout the flat. Emily growls in frustration as each surface is covered while calling out for her cat. When she approaches the kitchen island a l
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 sensatio
Emily POV As I sit back, waking from a deep sleep I keep my eyes closed a little longer. I couldn’t have been asleep long. It’s still seems dark and every inch of my body is aching. A series of glimpses that I thought may of been a dream start to surface as a reminder of the events that have un
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







