Envy: A Dark Billionaire Romance (Empire Sin) Read online

  He started thrusting his hips against me, without even putting his cock inside. He pumped and thrusted and made me mewl so loudly, and every time I felt like I was close, I whispered it to him, and he twisted my nipples so painfully I cried out desperately.

  “No more,” I finally begged. “No more torture please, I’m sorry, Beau, I’m so fucking sorry, it won’t happen again… Please!”

  “I’ll keep going as long as I fucking want to,” he barked at me. “So shut the fuck up and enjoy it while I’m letting you.”

  I moaned and he grabbed his cock, pressing the thick head at my entrance. He looked up at me and I breathed short, panicked little breaths, desperate for him to push inside, almost as desperate as I was absolutely terrified.

  “Beg,” he ordered, and I shivered, my whole body resisting with all it had to what he was making it do. “BEG!”

  “Please,” I whispered. “Fuck me, Beau, fuck me, please.”

  “More,” he growled. “I said fucking more, babydoll. Fucking more before I really start hurting you.”

  My body spasmed in fear and anticipation. He was serious, I could tell he was.

  “More,” I begged. “More, let me have more, Beau, fuck my pussy, fuck my cunt, I’ll do anything, just fuck me, let me feel your cock inside me. Please Beau!”

  He growled and his cock slipped inside me, just like that.

  My pussy resisted.

  My cunt got so tight, so fucking swollen from just having his head inside me, my whole body tried to force him out. I screamed and struggled and he held me down as my cries for help turned into moans so desperate it made him laugh out loud. He pinned my wrists above my head and pushed deeper, deeper, deeper still, until somehow, his whole cock was firmly inside me.

  “Please,” I cried out. “Please, it hurts.”

  “Fucking relax,” he told me roughly. From the way his body shook, I knew he was barely able to hold back. “Relax your body, babydoll. Relax that pretty pussy, let her pull me in instead of pushing me out. Come on, Lucy, you can do it. You can take this cock. Relax and fucking let it happen.”

  I did. I tried so hard I kept gasping, my pussy pulling his cock in deeper, and deeper still until I was gasping for more.

  “It feels…” I whispered. “I can feel it, fuck, I can feel it against every inch of my pussy.”

  “I know,” Beau told me. “Now, pull it in. Squeeze your pussy around it, babydoll. Let me feel that cunt working my cock. Let me feel you trying to milk it.”

  I squeezed my eyes shut and tightened my cunt around him. A totally new sensation, something so incredibly dirty but so delicious I dissolved into moans around him, my heart thumping and my back arching to get him deeper inside of me.

  “Oh my God,” I whispered. “Oh God, please let me have more.”

  “You want me to start fucking you?” His voice was rough, and his hands let go of my wrists, one going to my hips and holding me gently, the other wrapping around my throat. “You want me to fuck you full? You want to feel a big cock inside you, pumping you full of so much cum it leaks out of you for days, babydoll?”

  “Yes,” I whispered, half-delirious and already panting. “Yes, please, start fucking me, start pumping inside me.”

  He groaned and his fingers tightened on my throat, his other hand going to my tits. My body resisted, didn’t want him to stop the budding orgasm, desperate to get more out of him, to come and let it happen just like that, wash over my body in waves of pleasure and fear so intense my whole torso felt fucking rigid.

  He didn’t squeeze my nipples. He let me suffer for a while longer, and then his hand wandered down and between my legs, making me mewl. I could feel every throb of his dick inside me, yet he still wouldn’t fuck me. He waited and waited, torturing me, making me suffer so much I wanted to scream and pull my hair out.

  And then Beau moved, gently thrusting inside me just once.

  I cried out just as his free hand slapped my pussy, and then I cried out again, this time in pain.

  “Don’t fucking come,” he warned me again. “Warn me every time, Lucy, you don’t want to know what I’ll do to you if you fucking break the rules. Be a good girl for me. Do as you’re told, my filthy little toy.”

  “I won’t come,” I whispered in a broken, wheezing voice. “Please keep fucking me, I’ll tell you when I’m close. I promise I’ll tell you.”

  He started thrusting. And it hurt so fucking much, and felt so incredibly good. He fucked my pussy gently, holding back so much I could tell it hurt him too, preventing him from pushing his cock deeper, from feeling every inch of my cunt wrapping around him and milking his cum right out of his throbbing shaft.

  “Close,” I whispered, and his palm slapped my pussy again. He groaned and I cried out, and he fucked me more and more, claiming my pussy and making me feel fuller than I’d ever been before.

  “Fuck,” he groaned. “I can’t hold on for much longer, baby, I need to fill you up.”

  “Do it,” I begged just as he slapped me again. “Oh God, do it, please.”

  “You better not come,” he warned me in a threatening voice. “You better not, Lucy, or you’ll fucking regret it.”

  I whimpered helplessly. My whole body was on fire. I’d wrapped my legs around his waist, desperate to get him so much closer, to feel every inch of his cock taking me. I whimpered and begged and rubbed my pussy all over him. The hair at the base of his cock glistened with my juices and it made me blush, but I didn’t give a fuck anymore. I was so desperate to come, but even more than that, I was desperate to have him fill me up. I wanted to know what it felt like, I wanted to feel my pussy get filled and leak out like he’d said. I would’ve done anything, everything for it. Even give up my own orgasm. Anything.

  “I won’t come,” I promised. “Slap me, Beau. Slap me, please.”

  His fingers sought out my pussy, and suddenly they were on my clit while he thrust inside me. He wrapped his fingertips around it and I howled.

  “NO!” I begged. “Don’t, you’ll make me… You’ll make me, please, don’t!”

  “Slap yourself,” he growled at me, and I cried so loudly it felt like the whole bed was shaking with the intensity of my tears. “Slap your fucking face, Lucy. Slap yourself.”

  My hand shook as I lifted it above my face, and I stared at the lines on it, wondering what it would feel like when they made contact with my face.

  “Do it!” Beau barked. “Do it right the fuck now, but don’t fucking come, little whore.”

  He ran his fingertips over my clit and I moaned, my body lifting off the bed. And then I did it, I slapped myself in the face and I howled, my cheek stinging, my clit throbbing.

  Beau didn’t let go of it, just kept fucking me like a madman. He pumped my pussy until I screamed. My voice got raspy, my fingers digging into my own flesh, trying to punish myself for trying to come so desperately, trying to prevent it, trying so fucking desperately to evade my own orgasm, because I could tell he couldn’t do it anymore.

  Both his hands were on my ass, lifting my body in a position that made him go so deep I cried out in pain with every thrust.

  “Ask for my cum,” he told me. “Beg for your cum, babydoll, beg me to fill you up.”

  “Please,” I whispered, my fingers twisting my own nipples, slapping my tits gently, doing anything to stop it from happening. “Fill me up, Beau…”

  I couldn’t even speak. My voice was gone, my mind was reeling. My cunt was squeezing around him. He wouldn’t last long, not like this, and neither would I.

  “Please,” I begged, my body bucking. “Slap me, hurt me, Beau, or I’m going to come. Do it.”

  “Can’t,” he groaned, fucking me, his eyes focused on the spot where his dick was inside me, where my pussy leaked so much there was a wet spot beneath my ass, soaking the sheets.

  “Slap me!” I cried. “Fucking do it, Beau!”

  “Shut the hell up,” he barked. “Fuck, baby, shut up.”

  My body dissolv
ed. It felt like someone had cut the strings that made me function and I was a mess of tangled limbs, whispered moans and a wet, throbbing pussy, on the bed beneath my lover.

  “Please,” I whispered for the last time. “Please hurt me, Beau, I’m so fucking close…”

  He groaned and thrust inside me, deeper than before. So deep. He raised a hand and looked into my eyes, and I smiled so wide.

  And then he slapped me in the face so hard he knocked the impending orgasm out of my body, and he filled me up in one go, spurted his cum inside me, so deep I could feel his tip at the end of my pussy, at the deepest part that throbbed as his cum warmed it and sprayed all over my walls.

  “Fuuuuuck,” I cried out, my eyes filling with tears. “One more time, Beau! One more time.”

  He slapped me again, and when I screamed his fingers wrapped around my chin, he leaned down and stared into my eyes, so close I mewled for him to kiss me, and he fucked his cum inside me. He pushed it so deep I stopped feeling it. He fucked it so far inside me I couldn’t tell it was there anymore.

  “Stop. Fucking. Lying,” he growled at me, punctuating every word with a thrust and making me howl. “Little. Fucking. Bitch.”

  It hurt too much to come anymore, but it felt so fucking good. I couldn’t stop myself. My body went numb, my limbs flailing as he finished. I looked into his eyes and got lost in them. The brown one, the unseeing blue one, his scars, his beautiful fucking face. I just stared and stared and stared.

  He never closed his eyes, not once. He kept looking into me, inside my body. I knew he could see everything I’d hidden from him because I’d been too afraid. My body trembled under his. My soul was exposed. My heart was throbbing, open, fragile under his touch.

  When he pulled out of me, I felt my pussy gape open. Nothing trickled out. Not a single drop.

  “Never lie to me again,” he warned me roughly, his eyes still on mine.

  “Never,” I whispered. “I promise, I’ll never lie again.”

  His eyes. They were hurting, like my body. He kept looking.

  “My fucking baby,” he grunted, and I just nodded.

  I was. I didn’t want him to have me. But Beau Wolfe took what he fucking wanted.

  9 Beau

  Waking up with Lucy in my arms felt right.

  Her body was soft to the touch in the morning, and when I licked her skin, she tasted so damn sweet. I had to physically resist the urge to try and get inside her. The way she’d squirmed, begged, moaned for me last night… I was in-fucking-love with the sounds she’d made, the way her pussy clenched around me. The way she cried and almost came so many times. It was addictive.

  “Stop staring,” she muttered, her eyes still closed as she moved in my arms. “You’re a creep.”

  I laughed out loud and grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling her head back. Her eyes fluttered open and I looked into the beautiful blues of her irises. God, she was fucking stunning. I was never going to have enough of this girl. She’d charmed the pants off of me, quite literally, and I couldn’t think about anything other than burying my cock inside her holes once again.

  “Wake up, babydoll,” I told her, and her eyes closed for a second again, her long, thick lashes so stark against the paleness of her cheeks. “We have work to do today. Can’t just lie around sleeping.”

  “What are we going to do?” she asked curiously as I pulled her into my arms. She settled into them as easily as if she’d been doing it for years and years. “I don’t know if I have the energy to do anything today.”

  “Too fucking bad for you,” I told her sternly. “Because we have shit that needs to be done.”

  I explained what I’d done the previous night when she’d been sleeping. I’d stayed awake for hours after she’d passed out, her body frail and small in my hands as she drifted off to dreamland. I thought about what she’d told me, about her sister. I knew now the girl I met that first night, the girl that had danced for me, wasn’t Lucy. It was her sister who had enchanted me with the way she moved. Her sister who had been so fucking scared of me she ran away, and got herself fucking captured.

  I was never going to hurt her. I would never lay my hands on a girl like Charli. From the night when she danced for me, I could tell she was sweet, vulnerable. I could tell she wasn’t the kind of girl that enjoyed the pain. There wasn’t a hint of kinkiness in her, even if she was naturally submissive. She would never go for what I wanted.

  It was the reason I’d struggled so much with Lucy. I was convinced she didn’t want this, that she was terrified of me. I was convinced she was her sister. But Lucy made it plenty clear that she was nothing like her sibling. She didn’t just want the pain, she lived and breathed for it. The way her body submitted to mine last night, I was surer than ever. Lucy was made to be hurt, and Charli wasn’t. Two sisters, so alike, but so different at the same time.

  After Lucy had fallen asleep, I pondered about who her sister could possibly owe money to. I could only think of one group in the whole city who would be this brutal with getting their money back.

  I’d heard a lot about them at work. I’d never actually worked for anyone from their group, never defended a man from the infamous gang that ruled our city’s streets at night. They were a kind of mafia, I couldn’t remember the exact nationality, but I knew it was something foreign. Sometimes, when I was walking through the worst part of the city to talk to a client, I’d hear them whispering, the words strange and sharp, spoken in a language I couldn’t understand. I knew there was a whole group of people behind it, from the loan sharks to hired killers, from thieves to murderers, from rapists to men who wouldn’t think twice about hurting a woman, and badly.

  It made me fucking worried about Charli. If my suspicions were right, and those were the men who’d taken her, she was probably better off dead.

  At work, I’d seen what men like them could do to an innocent woman, and most of it was so horrific, I couldn’t even repeat it out loud to Lucy. But I needed to find out what she knew, the extent of her knowledge about the loan, if we had any hope of finding her sister again.

  “You need to tell me everything you know,” I told Lucy. “Every fucking detail.”

  “I don’t know much,” she confessed. “It was foreigners, that much I’m sure of. She used to speak to a man late at night, on her cellphone. She called him Grigori… I remember their conversations.”

  With that, I knew there was no doubt about the origin of the money Charli had gotten.

  “You need to be a good girl now,” I told Lucy. “I’m going to find out more, make some calls. I want you to stay in your room. Don’t check your email anymore. Only check it when I’m around, okay, babydoll?”

  She nodded gravely, biting her bottom lip as if she wanted to speak out but was too scared to do so.

  “What’s on your mind?” I asked her, my tone so gentle I surprised myself. “You know you can tell me anything. You have to.”

  She nodded again, finally looking up at me.

  “I just… I feel guilty,” she muttered. “You don’t know, you don’t know the whole story. About my sister and me. You don’t know how much I hate her.”

  Even though I was curious as to why Lucy could hate her sibling, I didn’t want to pry.

  “Why don’t you write it down for me?” I suggested. “On paper, just write it all down, let it out. It’ll make you feel better, and I’ll read it after I make those calls.”

  She didn’t really react, so I tipped her chin back with my index finger and made her look into my eyes.

  “Babydoll,” I said gently. “Promise you’ll write it down so I can read it later. Okay?”

  “Okay,” she said softly, and I kissed her forehead before getting up and leaving her on the messy bed with the rumpled sheets.

  “I’ll be back in a little while,” I promised her. “Put the letter on your bedside table once you’re done.”

  She nodded again and I left the room, hesitating as I closed the door behind me.


  A part of me wanted to lock her inside. I wanted to make sure she’d be safe, that she wouldn’t fucking run. But I couldn’t bring myself to do it. I wanted to trust her enough to know she’d stay where I’d told her to without having to actually lock her inside her prison. I left the hallway reluctantly, hoping that she wouldn’t disappoint me. That she’d be a good little girl for me and stay inside, not piss me off even more and make me punish her again.

  Although the need to punish her was fucking consuming me. I still remembered the way her body trembled, how she begged me to slap her just so she could follow my orders. She was the perfect abusable little toy and I couldn’t get enough of her. I needed to get so much more out of her tight, young body, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to stop myself until she begged me to.

  Walking into my study, I powered up my computer and opened some files I definitely shouldn’t have had access to. But working so closely with Empire Sin had its benefits, and most of them were stored in a folder on the desktop of my computer. All those secrets, all the shit that I’d turned a blind eye to. I wasn’t going to snitch now, either. I was just using what I had to give Lucy back what she had lost.

  The memory of Charli dancing with me ingrained itself in my memory, making me feel guilty as fuck. I couldn’t stop thinking about it, the way her body twisted and turned under my gaze, her motions desperate and so fucking sexy it made my damn head spin. It was such a sharp contest to the person she really was. The shy, quiet girl who got scared at the sight of my scars. So different to her brazen, daring little sister.

  I wasn’t having feelings for Charli, I was sure of that. But I was curious about the girl. I wanted to find out more about their lives. And I really fucking wanted to know why Lucy hated her sister so much.

  Checking through the files on my computer, I took some notes and made a quick call to an assistant in my office. I knew him well, and knew he did some illegal shit behind my back, not that he knew I was aware of it. I always liked to know everything about my employees, even stuff they wouldn’t put on their resumes. And Bryant was one of those people, with a whole list of illegal activities that could come and bite us both in the ass. Mostly I ignored it, hoping he wouldn’t get caught buying shit off the dark web, but now, I knew I needed his help in getting to the bottom of Charli’s disappearance.