Covet E-Book

Jessa James

• Herausgeber: Jessa James
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 204

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2020

Beschreibung

No one is coming to save me. I am his Fiore now, his flower.To do with as he wishes. And he wants everything.Monster wants my tears, my screams of pleasure, my shudders of fear.In return, he also brings me these moments of startling clarity.I know who I think I am. I know who he says I am.I feel Im somewhere between, lost in an ocean of pain.When he trots out my brother with a wide smile, Im forced to choose between them.Its a simple choice: the only family I have left, or the Monster Im increasingly drawn to?

Leseprobe

Covet

Treasure: 3

Jessa James

Covet: Copyright © 2020 by Jessa James

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James, Jessa

Covet

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Publisher’s Note:

This book was written for an adult audience. The book may contain explicit sexual content. Sexual activities included in this book are strictly fantasies intended for adults and any activities or risks taken by fictional characters within the story are neither endorsed nor encouraged by the author or publisher.

This book has been previously published.

Contents

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Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

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1

For a moment, I’m free.

Really, truly free.

Falling backward over the waterfall in the remote jungle, I’m weightless. Insubstantial. Without a single worry in the world.

I spread my arms out and close my eyes. The rush of the water is so loud that I can’t hear anything else. I can just feel that I’m falling, feel the mist on my back, feel the rush of freedom.

Then I hit the surface of the water. First my head and shoulders, then everything else gets wet. I’m submerged suddenly, and in pain from how forcefully I hit the surface.

The pain is much more vibrant than I expected it to be, somehow.

My eyes pop open. All I can remember seeing is a large air bubble escaping my nose and lips, expelled by the force of my body hitting the water. It flits out of me, silhouetted against the perfect blackness all around.

Everything goes dark.

I keep sinking down, down…

2

I open my eyes and suck a breath all at once, confused at the fact that I’m not drowning. For a moment, everything is blurry and off-white. There is no sound, no sense other than a vague warmth.

Then the world comes into focus all at once.

I’m lying in the same bed as I was the day I came to Columbia. I’m clean and dry. I’m wearing clean clothes, a see-through white nightgown of sorts.

My head hurts. A sharp, throbbing pain. And I feel like my ribs are bruised, inexplicably.

Moaning softly, I move my hand to my head. A soft clinking sound draws my attention. I look down to find the same golden cuff on my wrist as the day I arrived. The same chain made of finely wrought golden links is attached to it.

I yank at the chain, sitting up a little.

And then I see him, glowering at me from the window seat. Monster.

He rises, every muscle in his powerful body flexing as he comes over to stand at the foot of my bed. He wears the standard black trousers and black button-up, although a few buttons are undone, showing a little skin at his throat. His dark hair is mussed, and his facial hair is heavier than usual.

But none of that really matters. No, what matters is his expression. Without him even speaking, I sense the loathing he feels for me, the anger that radiates from him.

Monster looks at me, so furious that he can’t speak. His grey eyes drill into me, digging down several layers until my heart starts to race.

He yanks on the other end of the chain and drags me to the end of the bed. I gasp at the pain caused by the cuff digging into my skin and by moving my torso at all.

“Monster—” I plead.

His gaze narrows, and he jerks my chain higher. I cry out, but he’s not interested. His expression is as black as a thundercloud. Breathing heavily, he almost looks… deranged.

“Shut the fuck up. Did I ask you to speak?”

“No, but—”

He cuts me off by grabbing my side where I’m already sore. He digs his fingers into my flesh. The pain is instant, like a thousand shards of glass jabbing into my skin, and I yelp out loud.

“Be QUIET!” he screams in my face.

He’s hurting me now, maybe doing actual damage. I try to squirm out of his grip, and Monster grabs me by the hair instead. My eyes mist over.

I can smell him, the whiskey on his breath, the cologne he uses. Sandalwood, I think.

He looks at me, his grey eyes wild. “You think you can escape me?”

Biting my lip and repressing my tears, I shake my head fiercely. He leans in, close to my ear, and whispers. “You think you can leave? You think I won’t notice that you’re gone?”

My tears break free, running down my face. I shake my head again, although his grip on my hair makes it hard to move.

Monster releases me with a noise of disgust. “I’m everywhere, Fiore. It’s time you got that through your pretty little head. You should know that your friend Sin got what he deserved, too. He got a bullet right between the eyes.”

My hand flies to my mouth. He shot Sin? I imagine Sin’s body, being hauled into the back of an SUV, his dead eyes still open. In my mind, they’re looking right at me.

I want so badly to ask questions, but the look on Monster’s face tells me not to. He is watching my reaction closely, so I just close my eyes. I am sad.

Sad for Sin. Sad for myself.

Sad that Sin’s plan did not work.

Sad that I will likely live out the rest of my days, however brief, in this compound.

Tears roll down my face. It hits me all of the sudden that this is real; I’m probably going to die here in Columbia. No one even knows that I am missing. No one will mourn me when I’m dead, either.

Which might be right now, for all I know. There was a hint of madness in Monster’s eyes. He could easily go over the edge into homicide without even batting an eyelash.

“Stop crying,” Monster orders. I open my eyes, wiping at my tears, but I’m unable to do anything about them.

He seems calmer now, even as I have grown more distressed. Maybe he likes seeing me in pain. Maybe it’s more that he’s just expended his energy.

Pacing back and forth, he peers at me.

“What am I supposed to do with you. Eh, Fiore?” he asks. “All I can do is beat you or kill you. Both would be denying myself use of something I have spent quite a lot of my resources to obtain.”

I start to sweat because I know what else he could do. Right now, I’m sitting on top of The Box. I pray that he’s forgotten about it because it’s the only thing that makes my blood run cold.

He cocks his head, smiling grimly. “You know what you need?”

No, please no. Anything but The Box…

Monster drops the end of my chain carelessly. He turns on his heel and marches out of my room. I sniffle, wiping at my nose. Where could he have gone?

I imagine that whatever he’s gone to get, it will be exquisitely torturous. A golden cat o’ nine tails, perhaps? Some sort of modern iron maiden? Who knows what he’s been dreaming up for me.

But when he returns, he surprises me. Monster carries a ball of black fluff the size of a watermelon, dumping it unceremoniously in front of me on the bed. It took shape then, morphing into a dog.

Not a dog, a puppy.

A very large one, at that. It’s black with kinky hair that sticks every which way, and the keenest set of brown-black eyes I’ve ever seen. Add a big floppy pink tongue to the mix, and you’ve got something that makes my heart squeeze every time I look at it.

I’m so surprised, I just gape up at Monster. The puppy bounds up to me, skidding right into my arms. It starts licking me, full of excitement and energy.

My heart soars for just a moment, holding that puppy.

“What, can’t a man get his slave nice things?” Monster asks, smiling tightly. “I know you. I know you’ll fall in love with him. And I also know that I now have another animal I can slaughter if it comes down to that. Another animal like Sin.”

My hands freeze up. “That isn’t fair. Don’t talk about him like that.”

“Who cares? He is dead. He’s rotting, right now, as we speak.” Monster’s smile widens into a grin. “Now pet your new puppy and thank me. I think I’ve been more than gracious. I could’ve let you drown back there in the jungle.”

So why didn’t you, then? The question burns in my mouth, but I refuse to give it voice. You could’ve just let me go.

I pet the puppy, who finds a lump in the comforter and starts attacking it. Monster leans in toward the puppy, which arouses my protective instincts. Without even meaning to, I move the puppy out of his reach.

His smug smile makes me feel sick. “See that? It’s working already.”

I give him my steeliest scowl. He’s right, but there is no reason to rub it in.

“I think you should name him Sacrifice,” Monster says, casually leaning over and petting the puppy. The puppy barks at him, trying to play fight with Monster’s hand. “Just to remind you of this moment.”

He stands up, stretching.

I’m suspicious. “That’s it? You’re just going to give me a puppy and announce that you killed Sin?”

He looks down at me pityingly. “Is anything ever that easy?”

I bow my head. The puppy licks my hand, prompting me to pet him. I sigh. “Not here it isn’t.”

Monster goes over to my window, peeking outside. “I think you would agree that I am being very lenient with you. Some might say that this sets a bad precedent, gives you the wrong message. But I think you’re smarter than that.”

I have nothing to say to that, so I just cock my head at him. He squints off into the distance.

“You will stay here, and you will stay alive. But in exchange, you will sign my paperwork. You will agree that I own the right to do whatever I want to with your body. In addition, you will take responsibility for the fact that I had to imprison you here. It’s all because you were a Carolla when I liberated you.” He pauses, thinking. My heart starts to beat faster. “Not anymore, though. I’m sure you’re very grateful for that.”

I stare at Monster, trying to figure out if he’s kidding or not. Is he buying into his own bullshit, or just saying crazy things to me? I honestly can’t tell. His expression is stony, and his eyes are mercurial.

Swallowing, I know that it doesn’t matter what he thinks. It matters what I say that I believe.

After all, they are just words. So, what if I say that it was all my fault? It doesn’t make it true.

I’m less sure about the part where I give Monster sway over my body, though. It seems like doing that could come back to bite me, immediately.

Monster looks at me, expecting a reaction. I try to school my face into a penitent expression, though it’s unexpectedly hard. I’m not sorry for what I did, not at all.

“I’ll sign,” I say, keeping my eyes trained on the puppy. “Whatever you want.”

He nods, seeming satisfied. “I assume you don’t have the papers I gave you before.”

The puppy chews on my hand, his teeth sharp as needles. I nod.

“Correct.”

“Well, I will have a new set delivered here for you to sign. But understand that by having you sign the papers, I mean what I say. With the stroke of your pen, you will really, truly belong to me. And I plan to collect.” A cold shiver slides down my spine at his words. He cocks a brow as if I needed any more clarity on what he plans to collect.

My body.

My soul.

My everything.

As my eyes mist over, he smirks and walks to the doorway. “I see that you’re getting the big picture now. That’s a good girl. I’ll send someone to deliver the papers. When you sign, you can be free from your tether.”

He starts to leave, then pauses. He looks back. “Don’t test me again, little girl. The next time you think about running, just remember your friend Sin. And know that I will kill you, no matter how much I like your body.”

He exits the room, leaving me full of dread. Of all the thing he’s said to me today, that one rings the truest.

He will kill me if I step out of line again.

I believe him.

3

I sign the papers with trembling hands. My golden shackle is removed. I sob to myself, feeling worse than I think I’ve ever felt while I was here.

After halfheartedly playing with the puppy, who I name Cerberus, I turn off the lights and fall asleep in my room.

When I wake up, though, I’m not alone. It’s dark and quiet. Monster is there, leaning over my bed, gloating.

“You signed the papers,” he whispers, his voice like silk. “Now you must submit to me.”

“No one said anything about submission,” I say, still sleepy and out of it. I sit up, inching away from him, but he just smiles.

Kneeling on the bed, he grasps my shoulder, digging his fingers into my flesh. “It’s implied. You signed. You gave me the sanctity of your person. I’ll have your submission too.”

Grimacing at the pain his fingers are causing, I can do nothing but nod. As soon as I do, he releases me. I rub my shoulder, wincing up at him.

“I don’t even know how to do what you are asking me to do,” I say, trying to keep the resentment I feel out of my voice.

Monster just smirks. He pulls out the same sleek black box from his office, opening it to reveal the golden egg and the vibrator. “That’s what I brought this for.”

A lump forms in my throat, just looking at the two items. Biting my lip, I glance up at him. He sets the box down on the bed, and gestures for me to turn around. “Get on all fours.”

Stupidly, I try to interrupt. “I think—”

He cuts me off, just that quickly. “No one cares. I don’t own you for your brain. I own you for the ass that you’re about to show me. Now move.”

Blushing bright red, I turn around. Before I can get on my hands, though, he stops me.

“No, wait. Take your dress off first. I want to see the tits and pussy that I’ve paid so dearly for.”

Shaking, I pull the soft see-through material up over my head. Monster makes a satisfied sound as soon as the garment hits the bed. When I bend over and plant my elbows on the bed, he moves close, idly grabbing a handful of my ass.

I’m so exposed. I feel like a raw nerve ending, ready to be sparked by anything at all. And it just so happens that Monster is the perfect tinder to the bonfire that my senses could be. He jiggles my ass, his touch awakening something deep inside of me.

Something dark that craves more of his brutal touch. A soft voice that longs for the imprints of his hands on my ass, the faint purple bruises on both of my breasts.

“Mmm, mmm, mmm,” he comments. “When I look at you from behind, I can almost forget that you used to be a Carolla. You go from one of my enemies to someone I find quite alluring.”

Is it sick and wrong that, at this moment, I am glad I’m not a Carolla? Right now, I’m just glad to be the girl he chooses to touch. I want to enjoy the feeling, without spending too much time thinking about what it could possibly mean.

He casually runs his hand down between my thighs, nudging them apart. I shiver at his touch. A single finger probes my pussy entrance and finds me damp to the touch.

I don’t mean to lean into his touch, really, I don’t. But I find myself pushing into his touch, longing to feel what I know he can make me feel. I want pressure on my clit. I want his big cock, stretching my pussy until I can’t take any more.

I want these things, and that fact alone makes my face burn with shame. Has he broken me, then? Made me like him?

Monster places a flat palm on my back, pressing down on his fingertips to guide my head down to the mattress. He holds me in place with one hand on my ass cheek, while he runs the fingers of the other hand up and down my pussy seam.

When those same two fingertips slip upward to circle my clit, I can barely hold in a moan. My hands splay out on the comforter cover, gripping it tightly.

God, it’s so good. He is so good, rubbing little figure eights into my most sensitive flesh while he kneads the roundness of my ass.

Then Monster surprises me by moving onto the bed behind me. He stops rubbing my clit and gets down to eye level with my pussy, with makes me tense up. But in the next heartbeat, I feel his hot, slick tongue playing lightly along my pussy.

Whatever reservations I had are immediately abandoned. I just grip the comforter, moaning. “Oh… oh, god.”

I feel him chuckle against my flesh, but he doesn’t stop. And god, I don’t want him to stop. I don’t ever want that.

He brings his hand up to rest on the firmness of my ass again. When his tongue finds my needy clit, I can’t stop the outpouring of sounds that he elicits from me.

“Oh, god… oh, Monster… oh, god!”

What he does next is totally surprising, though. He keeps working my clit, lightly licking and sucking it, driving me totally crazy. And then he licks up… and up…

Monster moves his hand to take the place of his tongue, massaging my clit. Meanwhile, his filthy tongue licks a scorching path up to the delicate balloon-knot that is my asshole.

And I… I’m so ashamed to admit that I like it. Though the sensations are all very new at first, as far as I can tell it’s exactly like the clit… there are a lot of nerve endings, I enjoy having it licked and rubbed, and it makes me cry out when he touches it.

My honest first thought is that him licking my forbidden place is dirty and gross. It doesn’t matter that I like what he’s doing, it should feel… more wrong. Why doesn’t it?

But then as he keeps rubbing my clit and doing these amazing things with his tongue, I can’t help but cream all over, my juices running down the insides of my thighs. I can’t be mad about what he’s doing; I cannot even stop crying out.

“Right there,” I whisper. “Oh, god… don’t stop…”

Monster takes it one step further, pushing the tip of his tongue inside my pucker. I close my eyes and bite my lip, but there is no escaping the fact that I love the delicious slip and slide sensation that his tongue creates.

He withdraws suddenly, leaving me bereft. I open my eyes, glancing behind me. He’s taking his shirt off and unbuckling his belt.

I cast an eye over his intimidating physique, from his incredible abs to his muscular arms. Biting my lip, I squirm when I think about what’s coming next.

“Stay right there, princess,” he orders, starting to take his pants off. “I want to fuck you right where you are.”

As I look on, he unleashes his cock, so that it springs forth. His cock is so long and thick, it almost touches his navel. My mouth waters a little as I look at it.

When did I become so lustful?

A little voice in my head says the second that Monster laid a finger on me. Looking away, I close my eyes.

Enough of those thoughts. I have twenty-three other hours of every day to fill with recriminations and self-doubt. Let me just be in the moment, right now.

My heartbeat speeds up when I feel his weight behind me on the bed. He grabs a handful of my ass, squeezing it hard before letting it go.

“Are you ready to get fucked now, princess?” he asks quilt, his voice gone to gravel.

I don’t say anything, holding my breath. He should know that I am without another word from me.

That isn’t good enough, though. He slaps me really hard on the side of my ass. “I asked you a question. Are you ready to get fucked or not?”

Face burning and pressed into the comforter, I’m forced to speak. “Yes.”

“Yes, what, princess?” he asks, rubbing his cock inside my quaking thighs. The silky feel of his molten cock teasing the inside of my thigh, so close to my pussy, drives me wild.

“Yes… yes, sir?” I gasp, guessing at what he wants.

“Good girl,” he purrs. He positions himself at the entrance to my pussy, hissing a little as I grind backward. “Fuck, Fiore.”

He thrusts, filling me halfway with a single stroke. I freeze, temporarily unable to move because I’m just feeling too much. His cock is too thick and too hot inside my throbbing pussy, the slick length already too deep.

And yet, I want more. Need more.

I groan as he withdraws and then thrusts back in, driving all the way home. I can almost feel the tip of his cock in my womb, he’s so deep.

“Fuck, Fiore,” he rumbles. “You’re so tight around my cock.”

He grabs me by the hips, angling me so that he hits deeper with every thrust. I cry out as he fills me to the brim, gripping the coverlet.

“Touch yourself,” he orders. “Rub your clit. I want to hear you moan.”

Eyes closed, the side of my face pressed into the mattress, I slide my hand up to where our bodies meet. Finding my clit isn’t difficult. The second I circle it with my fingertips I moan, low and long.

Pleasure spirals out from my core like a thousand tiny vines, creeping and grasping. Monster keeps thrusting, setting up a rhythm. I try to match the pulse that I’ve started to feel inside with the pace and rhythm.

I can feel my orgasm building, feel it starting low but climbing to a peak, inevitably ending in an incredible crescendo. Keeping my mouth shut is no longer an option; instead, I let the sensations he and I are generating to take over my whole being.

“Oh, god… oh, GOD…” I groan. “Oh, that feels so fucking good…”

Monster’s hand creeps up the column of my spine, grabbing my hair. He pulls it sharply, creating a strong note of pain. That note blends with everything else I’m feeling, but it also stands out from and lays on top of the other sensations.

The pain is one bright spot, burning fiercely and consistently. I cling to that singular note as I am swept up in the crescendo of my orgasm, crying out as the wave hits me. “Fuck, Monster! I’m coming! I’m…”

I grit my teeth as my pussy

clenches on his cock. He stiffens for a moment before unleashing with a roar of pleasure, pumping his seed so far inside of me, the scent of it hitting my nose. Salty and sweet, all at once. It feels hot inside my pussy, a tiny lake of volcanic emission.

Monster slows his thrusts, then carefully withdraws from my body. He collapses, and I fall beside him. He holds me for a minute as we catch our breath, our hearts still racing together.