Boss: Romantic Thriller Page 22

  Kassidy cried out, this time in agony. She sat up and tried to close her thighs. He tapped her pussy. “Keep them open. We aren’t done yet.”

  Tarek eased his dick into his hand and found her opening. He drove his cock into her with a single merciless thrust. She was virginal tight. Her delicious, tight, slick warm walls squeezed around his dick.

  “Nice, nice...” he breathed. “Yeah, darling this feels good.”

  His body, and mainly his dick, pulsed with need. Kassidy’s nails dug into his back. Her face was twisted in a tight grimace. Was it pleasure or pain for her? And then he breeched and found her deeply soft, wet, and hot. Tarek withdrew slowly to the head of his dick and then stroked deep again to claim her. He went forward and his hands slammed on the wood surface of the table on either side of her head. He stared into her eyes as he controlled his dick strokes with his pelvic pushes.

  “You like that? Lift that ass a little higher darling, my balls are swinging up under the table” he said and began to fuck her harder.

  She nodded and scooted forward wrapping her legs tight around his waist. And now he felt as if he sank even deeper into her wonderful pussy. Beyond any words of protest, she was his. She moved her ass the way that increased his enjoyment and possibly hers. He arched his back to be able to capture one of her juicy nipples in his mouth. He wanted to suck it as he fucked her. And then she began to really work her hips. Her pussy tightened on him, and he jerked against her in surprise. Yes, he lost his rhythm, but quickly recovered. She was beneath him and she was a quick learner. Even with him tunneling deep, she was thrusting her pelvis up into his and squeezing his ass cheeks. He liked her aggressive response. He had no time for timid women. He wanted a lover equally excited about being pleasured, as well as giving pleasure.

  “So good, so good, so good,” he found himself repeating while staring into her eyes. A few times her eyes fluttered shut, but he’d deliver a hard thrust, and they would stretch wide open again. Without warning he slammed his hips forward to stop her moving, and took over the fucking. Her sex contracted around him but he kept thrusting, harder and faster. He fought the war to hold back the climax building in his groin. He was on overload. The pleasure spiked in him to an uncharitable height. She began again to move and match his thrusts. And he couldn’t hang on. Her nails cut into the flesh of his ass. Tarek reached behind him and grabbed her arms. He slammed them above her head and pinned her there. And he fucked her nice and good on the surface of the table. One of her legs dropped away from its locked position around his waist, and her body went rigid. It began to shake all over. She let go a surprised gasp of pleasure and he melted. She was too feminine and soft for him not to enjoy her capitulation. His release locked him below the waist and his dick emptied inside of her before his mouth was on hers. They breathed together in a slow and easy pace, and their kisses became softer. He had no strength left in him. He pulled out of her and went to his knees. She slowly eased off the table and came over to him. She wrapped her arms around him. The affection was so comforting he embraced her as well on the cold floor. Neither of them cared. The post-coital bliss had them tangled in an unbreakable lovers’ embrace. Both their arms and legs were fastened around each other.

  “Kassidy?” Tarek wheezed her name. And then found his breath.

  “Yes,” she replied so softly he barely heard her response.

  “This feels weird,” he said.

  “Are you serious? Was it that bad?” she frowned.

  “No. Fuck. I didn’t mean it that way. Don’t be insulted.”

  “Well I am. Men don't sleep with me and tell me that it felt weird,” she said.

  “I mean to say is before you were Angela. Now. I remember you. The little girl with ponytails who wanted to marry me,” he wheezed. “It’s strange.”

  “I’m a woman.”

  “Yea, I felt that too. And it's, I don't know. Jesus Christ. You’re a kid,” he said and sat up. “What the fuck am I doing?”

  “I am not a kid!” she grabbed his arm. “Hey? I'm not a kid. You remember a little girl, but that's not who you met in Chicago. That's not who is with you now. It is strange. All of it. Hating you for almost two decades and now feeling... this way about you. Okay? I get it. But I’m a woman. So don't pretend you can't feel that when you touch me.”

  “You remind me of Clarissa. That feeling I had with her. I don’t know if that’s a good thing.”

  “Are you going to be an asshole and insult me after you fucked me on your kitchen table? I can’t believe you!” she tried to stand but he grabbed her wrist pulling her over to him. The only way to win the struggle was to position her on his lap and hold her by the wrists. She settled on him and glared with those remarkable, soulful eyes of her. He released her wrists. He took her face in both of his hands.

  “We’ve already established I’m an asshole. You caught me off-guard. Everything about you is unexpected. I liked the sex, the way you smell, the way you feel, that tight pussy, and those pretty titties of yours. I like you, if that matters. But in twenty-four hours I have gone from being your boss, to your target, to your childhood crush, to the man you hated for most of your life, and now back to your lover.”

  “Well, I don’t hate you now,” she said.

  “Good. I’ll hate myself for the both of us.”

  “Why?”

  “Because I knew that your family died in that car crash. I didn’t think about the little girl with pig tails then. I assumed you were dead with them. All I thought about was what Dale and my father had taken from me. And Clarissa. She died thinking I hated her. When the truth was, I hated myself and my family. You remind me of the good and bad feelings. It confuses me. But I don’t want to change it.” He pulled her face back to his. He brought her lips to his mouth and savored the taste of her. His fingers sank into her thick short curls, and he liked the texture of her hair, it felt so different from his own. She was a woman. A very sensitive and naïve woman when it came to men like him. It’s why she risked her future for some noble cause without a second thought to the consequences. And willingly offered the man poised to destroy her take her body with barely a fight. It was also why he had to be careful how many lines he crossed with her. This could end badly for them both.

  She drew back and rubbed her hands over his chest. “I want more,” she smiled. “Me on top this time with you on your back, where you belong.”

  “Maybe in an hour,” he smiled.

  She chuckled. She looked back at the stuff splattered over the floor. “I guess breakfast is ruined. What were we fighting about again?” she asked.

  “I don’t remember. Hey, I’m not going to say this because of what happened between us but I’ve been thinking about it since last night.”

  “About what?” she asked.

  “About turning you in to the police” he said. “Things got out of hand between us. And it looks like I have bigger problems than you and the E.P.U.”

  “What about Daniel? Will you let Daniel go?” she inquired.

  His gaze lowered to her breasts. He pulled her closer to lick and suck one of her nipples before he could utter a response. “There’s still room for negotiations. Convince me to let Daniel go.”

  She smiled.

  She brought his face up and kissed him. “I’m a good negotiator.”

  Chapter 18

  “Okay, try it now!” he said.

  She flipped the breaker switch. The lights popped on. Stunned Kassidy took a step back and stared up at the light fixture in wonder. “You did it. I’ll be damned.”

  He walked out from around the corner. “I didn’t think it would work. Guess we had some kind of surge that blew out the fuses.”

  “Does that mean the rest of the house is now lit?” she asked.

  “Let’s see,” he said. They went up the stairs and out of the basement. She turned the corner and found her answer. The lights were back on. But to her dismay the snow had started to fall again. Kassidy walked over to the front pictur
e window. “It’s snowing again. Hard.”

  “I think I should try now to make it to the barn. See if I can get the tractor fired up.”

  “But we have electricity now. I dunno Tarek, the snow is deep. What if you get stuck out there or something? I won’t be of any help. Not in this weather.”

  “I can handle it,” he said.

  “Can we at least check the news first?” she asked.

  Tarek paused. He had a curious look on his face. “Why is it every time I try to leave for the barn you try to stop me?”

  She shrugged. “Anxiety, I dunno. Seriously it’s been crazy here with you, every time I blink something unexpected happens. I can’t take another spin on the Tarek Marshall merry-go-round.”

  He frowned.

  “I don’t want you to go out there, not unless we know what we’re facing. And you don’t.”

  He glanced from her to the door and then back to her again. She may be a bit paranoid, but since she stepped out into that snow she had no desire to venture back out there again. Tarek started off toward the sitting room where the television was. He picked up the remote and turned on the television. She sat on the sofa and waited for him to find the weather channel. And as she suspected the storm was far from over. The broadcaster said they had up to eight inches of snow and in some places triple that amount. It was unheard of. The Governor had declared a state of emergency.

  “No one is driving out in that. No one is coming. Even if we make it in the tractor to your neighbors, we’ll be stranded there too,” she said.

  “We need food, what about that honey? We need food. And I don't think I got anything left but three steaks, and some spoiled milk.”

  “Oh, well I'm not hungry.”

  “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you like my company.”

  “Yeah, you don’t know better,” she smiled.

  Tarek dropped down next to her on the sofa. He put his hand on her knee. Even though it felt natural for him to do so, there was still awkwardness between them. Forty-eight hours ago he was the boss from hell.

  “How about a brandy?” he asked and handed her the remote.

  “Does it taste like tequila?” she replied.

  “No more tequila for you,” he winked.

  Kassidy wore another one of his shirts and a pair of sweatpants he gave her after their kitchen passion left the clothes she wore in tatters. He changed into a t-shirt and jeans. She drew her knees up and wrapped her arms around them.

  “Where’d you get that picture?” he asked as he poured her brandy.

  “From your family scrap book,” she said.

  “Which one? We got about thirty in here.”

  “Really, that many?” she asked.

  “It’s the family place where all things Marshall are laid to rest.”

  She got up and went to the bookshelf. She located the scrapbook and brought it back to the sofa. The television was set to one of those home improvement channels she loved to watch. Tarek walked over with two glasses of brandy. The entire house was warming nicely. Especially the parlor, thanks to the heating system set to full blast.

  “This is the book I found. I saw the picture of the man on the sofa, and he looked so much like you.”

  “Let me see this,” he took the scrapbook from her. Kassidy sipped her brandy. This one had flavor. She actually liked the taste of it. He flipped through pages and came to the faded spot where the photo rested. He looked at the images. There were just shots of different family members.

  “Could it be your father? Did Alek ever mention knowing your father?”

  “No. The story I got was that Pop had visited Moscow on business and my adoptive mother wanted to see the orphanages. They met me. She said I went straight to her and clung to her legs. She said she couldn’t leave me behind.”

  “Then maybe it’s a coincidence,” Kassidy said.

  “Doesn’t feel like one.” He closed the scrapbook and tossed it aside.

  “Do your brothers ever come out here, to this farm?”

  “No. I told you, no one does but me.” He took a sip of his drink.

  “Why?” She watched him.

  “I like it, he said. “This land, the seclusion, and the history, being here feels authentic to me. There’s not much authenticity in my world lately.”

  “Oh?” she said.

  He glanced over at her and she looked over at him. “Do the Garcia’s really blame me for what happened to Clarissa?”

  “Yeah, they blame you and themselves I suppose.”

  He nodded.

  “Why don’t you have a boyfriend? You’re pretty, smart, sexy. Hard to believe you and Daniel aren’t a real thing.”

  “I’m sexy, huh?” She smiled for him.

  “Yes, Kassidy, you are.”

  Tarek sipped his brandy.

  She decided to change the subject. “Are you close to your other brothers. Like Billy, The youngest? He lives in Austin, right?”

  Tarek stared at the fire.

  Kassidy continued. “Not that I should say this, because it’s not my place, but ah, Reese dated him. That’s how she and Dale broke up.”

  “No, she didn’t,” he said.

  “Huh? Yes, she did. She confessed it over nachos and margaritas one night.”

  “Reese is fucking Dale and only Dale. She has been for years.”

  “Maybe, but she dated Billy.”

  “Billy’s gay,” Tarek stood and went back to the bar. The word dropped on her like an anvil. She double blinked at Tarek. He was pouring himself another drink. If what he said were true, then Reese lied to her. And it was an unnecessary lie.

  “How do you know?” she asked. She knew these men; they weren’t politically correct, or understanding of differences in people. Alek Marshall wouldn’t stand for a gay son. At least that was her first opinion of them. Those prejudices she assumed Tarek shared were fading as she learned more about him.

  “I keep an investigator on all my brothers to keep tabs on them. That’s what Cash’s job is,” He turned and stared at her from over the top of the glass as he drank down his brandy. “Billy is the baby in the family. He’s ignored by everyone but my mother. She spoils him and hides his secret. He has a lover back in Austin. A black man. That’s why he chooses to stay there. That and because he’s gay.”

  “Why the hell would Reese lie to me?”

  “Because she wants to keep a different secret, that’s why,” he replied.

  “What would be the point?”

  “Me,” he answered.

  “Now I'm confused.”

  “I hired you, put you under her, and she suspected that I did so to keep tabs on her. And then I promoted you, and she had to find a way to get inside of your head and dig out what information Dale needed. There goes your fake friendship.”

  Kassidy realized the conspiracy and could do nothing to explain it. She drew her legs back up and hugged them. “This has been a weird day, a weird week, hell it’s been a weird year.”

  “I’ll drink to that!” he toasted her.

  The truth hurts, especially when having it shoved down her throat by Tarek Marshall. She looked to her half empty glass of brandy. She set it aside and decided not to drink anymore. She needed to keep her head clear. He walked back over and sat on the sofa next to her. He dropped his head back and closed his eyes. They sat in silence together, reflecting. Before long she couldn’t take it.

  “I’m tired. I’m going to go lay down upstairs.” She pushed up and started to leave, but was stopped when he grabbed her leg. She looked down at him.

  “Do you want some company?” he asked. His smile brought an immediate softening to his hard features. It was almost caring. And she needed that. Her feelings were hurt but not because of anything he had done. They all had their secrets. And now she had started something with this man.

  “What about the tractor, food, or getting us out of here?”

  “Fuck it, right now I want you,” he said.

  She ex
tended her hand to him. He looked pleased to have the offer. She pulled him up, and with his hand in hers she left the parlor, not bothering to turn the television off. They climbed the stairs and went back into his bedroom. He closed the door.

  “Kassandra, Kassidy, Kassie. What do your family and friends call you?”

  “My mom and sisters called me Kassidy. My father and Clarissa called me Kassie,” she said. “Only people I've worked for called me Kassandra.”

  “Kassie,” he smiled. “I like that nickname better Kassie.”

  “Are you still my boss? If so, it's Kassandra for you.”

  “You must have forgotten when you bumped your head darling. You're fired.”

  She laughed. She looked over to the bed, and then she looked back at him. He watched her but didn’t approach. He waited for her to make the first move. He wanted her to make him behave. It almost felt like she really cared when she challenged him to be less of an asshole.

  “You don’t trust yourself with me?” she asked.

  He chuckled.

  “You keep wanting me to make the first move. What if I want different?”

  “Any time I'm the aggressor I'm the bad guy,” he said.

  “No, when you are violent you are the bad guy. There's a difference.”

  “Hmm… are you sure about that?”

  “Positive,” she said.

  “You’ve been in charge from the beginning,” he said. “You know I won’t turn you into the police. I don’t want the exposure, to give you and your friend the publicity. And when this storm is over you know I won’t be able to keep you. You're the one in charge, not me.” His gaze dropped from her eyes, to her shoulders, to her breasts.

  She had an unexplainable desire to open her shirt and expose them to him. She wanted him to see them, touch them, and suck them. She walked over to him and smoothed down her short haircut. She didn’t have a mirror. She knew she had a bruise on her face. She must have looked a sight. But when he stared, she felt beautiful. Kassidy stopped in front of him only a few inches from touching him. Powerless to resist she touched the side of his face, and then his arm, and then his chest.