Page 25 of Malicious Desires

“Because of Reece,” I admit, adding in a lower tone, “And what I let him do to me.”

“What did you do this time?” she asks, this time her voice has a teasing girly tone.

“I can't verbalise my sins to you, Nancy. They're too sordid to admit to doing.”

“But Jasp, hiding from your sins will only hurt your mind.” Her words are so wise, as usual with Nancy. However, today they annoy me.

“Don't patronise me, Nancy,” I snap at her, balling my fists in frustration. I feel like screaming. “I know I've done wrong, but yet I can't seem to stop thinking about him, and the acts of indecency we've committed together.”

“How indecent?” she inquires, raising her eyebrow at me.

I sigh, admitting, “Naked trysts involving our hands and mouths on our penises until orgasms, Nanc.”

Nancy gasps and then laughs softly. “Firstly Jasp, please use the word dick and secondly say come, and thirdly, damn you dirty boy.” Her tone is teasing, causing me to blush.

“I have been dirty, and I feel so tarnished but it feels so pleasurable in the moment,” I comment, thinking back to the feel of Reece’s fingers and tongue inside me, his kiss on my lips.

“Sexual acts are meant to be pleasurable, Jasp,” Nancy responds, nodding to affirm her words.

“Yes, but should be saved for the sanctity of marriage,” I remark.

Nancy scoffs and goes to reply, but I don’t let her respond, blurting out, “I hate him. I hate that he defiles me.”

“Do you really, Jasper? Or do you just hate that being with the one person you're born to hate is the only thing that feels right?”

I exhale, once more sniffing back tears stinging my eyes. “That. I hate that,” I comment with a huff.

Nancy reaches out, pulling me into a hug. Her delicate hands stroke my hair.

“I know Jasp,” she soothes as I cry into her shoulder, thinking about Reece, how he makes me feel bewildered by pleasure I didn’t know was possible. And at the same time, I’m contemplating Nancy's words about being with him feeling right even though it's wrong. I hate Reece Montserrat, despite the fact that he makes me feel alive and desiring more of his wickedness.

Chapter 16

Reece

Doing Dad’s bidding–his murders of those who’ve double crossed or threatened him–sucks donkey dick. I’d only come ‘home’ from the dorms to grab some clothes and the food I’d had stashed in my cupboard for Raven. I’m just about to leave, my hand on the doorknob when I hear his bellowing voice, “Reece! Get in here now, boy!”

He’s roaring from his office, the door not even open but his voice is that damn loud it can be heard through solid wood.

Gripping the handle tighter, I consider leaving and ignoring him, however he’ll be blowing up my phone in seconds and probably deny me the money for the job he wants me to do for being a brat.

He bellows again, “Reece Mattheus Montserrat!!”

Eh, the full name card.

I cross the grand hallway, stepping up to his office doors and swinging them open with a shove of my shoulder.

He inspects me as I enter the room. “You called for me, father?” I question in an angelic tone. I don’t speak to anyone the way I do to him. If he heard the way I spoke to everyone else in my life he’d probably spank me with his belt.

“Yes, I have a job for you. A rather ghastly one.”

I scoff. “Your jobs are always ghastly, father.”

He shakes his head, standing and gripping the edge of his mahogany desk, reading something on the papers in front of him.

“This one requires you to be discreet and ruthless.”

“Seriously? What kinda fucked up thing have you got yourself involved in now?” I question, immediately regretting my words when he stomps towards me seething.

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