Bargain: An Object of Desire

Knox's POV

Things flipped too quickly after I asked her to leave my room. She was more appealing when she was scared and angry. Unfortunately for her, I loved seeing her in that state, at least until her tests were over.

My right-hand man informed me about my father's meeting with the lawyer. I wasn't sure what he had discussed with him, but I sure needed to get my late mother's properties re-signed in my name as soon as possible.

Going to the same lawyer now was pointless since he was able to get him to alter my mother's will. This left just one option behind—use his weakness against him to strike a deal.

Recalling Yvette, her perfectly sculpted features, and how early her whole body melted against my touch, I knew she was definitely it—the benefit in this deal. What I didn't expect was that I would be hearing such vile conditions from his lips.

Hadn't he punished me enough? Hadn't he grown tired of making me witness his filthy sins and violations against women? Of course, I had planned to use Yvette as my tool for revenge. Fuck her as he fucked those women without a shred of compassion and commitment, then have the world believe it was all his doing. His spotless image was only for the public because in reality, he was indeed a vile lunatic.

I didn't mean it this way.

“The deal is on,” I said reluctantly after turning my chair towards their direction.

His smirk grew wider while Yvette completely froze. Something in me shifted when she no longer met my gaze. I couldn't say what it was exactly, but I wanted it to stop.

It was bad.

“You heard him, Dove,” he lowered his voice, “The deal is on,” he whispered, this time tracing her jawline.

She swallowed.

I couldn't stop myself from staring at her when she was on her knees with her hair tied in a bun and her lips parted slightly. I couldn't look anywhere else, and just like me, she didn't tear her gaze from mine.

Something was off.

The plea in her eyes was gone as well as anger and hate. Actually, nothing was there that I could decipher.

She slowly wrapped her mouth around the tip of my father's dick while stroking the rest of his dick.

“There you go, Dove,” he grinned, pulling her head so she could take more of him.

He groaned.

She replaced her hands with her mouth, taking his full length down her throat and my father? Well, that move was enough to unleash his beast. He pushed and pulled out of her mouth roughly while she held on to his thigh for dear life.

“Go go go… fuckkkkk… yes!” He moaned, her hair was already undone and I could see her struggling to breathe.

The beast didn't care, though. It struck a nerve, so I clenched my fist tightly enough to dig into my own flesh. It was the only way I could stop myself from punishing his wild instincts each time he made me watch him fuck.

I adjusted the sleeve of my shirt to check the time. Perfect. I rolled my eyes over how long I had to stay here.

He pulled out from her mouth then in a very quick pace, rubbed his dick until his cum was all over her face. Still, she didn’t tear her gaze from me.

I could see tears clearly fall from her eyes as well as her lips trembling. For the first time in years, I felt pity for a woman other than my mother, and for the first time, I considered letting my dad see the demons his filthy pleasures had raised in me.

This was the only way to make sure that my mum's hard work didn't go down the drain after her death and the very first step in achieving that was getting everything back under my ownership.

I wouldn't—

“Eyes on me!” He snapped, slapping her across the face.

If there was any thought that he was doing all of these for fun, that single action proved me wrong. He was doing this to punish me and getting no reaction out of me only made him lose it the more.

“You suck like a slut, Dove. Tell me,” he slowly trailed the cum all over her face to her lips. “How do I repay you?” His voice was low and inviting, despite hitting her.

I let out a low growl which made him snap his attention towards me.

First, it was curiosity in his eyes, then amusement.

“What?” He almost chuckled.

“What?” I repeated through gritted teeth.

“Do you care for her now?” He couldn't hide his surprise. “I mean, if you do, your mum might be quite disappointed to see you've started sharing her love already. On the plus side, it will mean that I'm going to enjoy wrecking her…” he trailed off then put his slimy fingers into her mouth. “Pussy, right?.”

His words felt like a slap to my face, so much so that all of me ached to react. Yvette on the other hand, jolted away from him.

“I have important places to be at, right now. Get it over and done with your shit and save my time.”

“Fine then,” he smirked, then turned his focus back to Yvette, who was shaking her head in disapproval. “Lie on your back and spread your legs for me,” I heard him command.

Suddenly, the air grew thicker and every sense of morality began to blur out.

I tapped my foot repeatedly as a distraction, refusing to look up. To give him the satisfaction that what he did affected me and to look vulnerable in Yvette's eyes.

I heard her footsteps before the sound of objects falling from the desk.

Was he really going to stick his dick inside her pussy??

Ugh! Of course he was.

I knew he was. That was the essence of bringing her here in the first place, so why was I suddenly breathing heavily and sweating?

“We're almost there,” I whispered to myself.

“Did I hear you say something?” His voice from a distance was mocking, but I didn't stop. I kept chanting those words in my mind while images of how I had made Yvette quiver filled my mind. Her shaky breaths and moans…

What was happening to me??

“Please, Mr Christopher,” Yvette's voice finally broke after the long silence. “Anything but this,” she sobbed, desperately fighting between decency and desperation to save her mother.

“Shhhh…”

I peered from my side to see him position himself between Yvette's legs.

“You won't know a better experience after—”

“Enough!” I snapped, rising to my feet.

“Sit back down, boy,” he threatened.

I ignored him completely while helping Yvette down from his desk.

“I am talking to you, Knox!” He snapped. “This is your only chance to get everything stated in your mother's will.”

I ignored him.

“You just breached a necessary condition in this deal, Knox. Don't tell me you have feelings for this slut—”

I slapped him twice as hard as he slapped Yvette earlier before he could finish his sentence.

“You won't call her a slut or lay a fucking finger on her ever again,” I lowered my voice while my eyes imprinted the seriousness of my words into his.

Hell!

I couldn’t stay here for another minute without doing something stupid, so I dragged Yvette by the wrist before he could recover.

“You dare to raise your hand at me because of her?” His voice was a kind of shock, embarrassment and a dangerous depth of anger. I felt Yvette tense up. “I will make you pay heavily for this, Knox. Luther.”

I smirked without uttering a word. If only he knew how badly I wanted to devour him right now.

“Touch her again, and we'll see who pays dearly for what.”