Page 13 of Wreckin' Amethyst

“I beg to differ, Amethyst.” Before she can catch me off guard with another quip, I grip her shoulders and shove her into the nearest room. A fucking broom closet no less. But it doesn’t matter. The forced proximity is preferred actually.

“You’re going to stay,” I whisper huskily through the darkness. No more games. I’m locking her down as if my next breath depends on it. “And you’re going to fucking enjoy it.”

“Are you sure about that?” Amethyst challenges. Always challenging, even when her body is making no move to back away from the hard press of mine. The stubble I haven’t been bothered to shave scrapes her cheek. Thoughts of her have consumed my every waking thought, only to be tortured by her in my dreams. I haven’t fucked in days because nothing would compare. I want to savor her, devour her, and relish every second.

“Give me consent,” I breathe, borderline begging. Through the crack of light seeping around the edge of the door, I see her interest is piqued. “I can’t….do anything without consent.” My knuckles trail up her arm, wrist to shoulder. I pluck at the thin strap barring me from her ample breasts. Those pert nipples I can feel scraping against my t-shirt.

“Can I be honest?” Amethyst tilts her head, her lips brushing my jaw.

“Please,” I beg, stroking a finger beneath her chin. I lean in, about to close my mouth over hers as she suddenly grabs my dick through my jeans. A gasp quickly turns into a groan, my hips thrusting forward of their own accord. I’ve got her now.

“The longer I’m in your company,” Amethyst replies amongst the darkness. “The more luxury I see,” she squeezes my shaft harder. “The more I start to loathe myself.” My hand gently laid against her throat freezes. She releases me with a shove, but I don’t move. Can’t fathom the meaning of her words. Fingers trembling, I struggle against the voice in my head.

She’s so close. So ripe. I can fuck away her reservations and she’ll see. I’m all she’ll ever need, and no one else will compare.

“It’s not a sin to have nice things,” I manage to croak out. To convince myself I haven’t invented this connection. Amethyst makes that non-descript humming noise again and lord help me, I almost squeeze my fingers at her throat shut. Cut off her oxygen supply and tell Carter it was a little asphyxiation play gone wrong. Two delicate hands wrap around my wrist, tugging my arm back down to my side.

“I’m not a nice thing, Myles,” she says my name again. My cock jumps, throbbing to slide into her slick cunt and make her scream it. “And you will never have me.”

Blinding light bursts through the haze of my reaction, several hands dragging me out of the closet when I shove her back into the wall. I struggle against their hold, my vision fading in and out to see the smirk cemented upon her pretty face. A mocking purse of her lips that sends me into a spiral of fists and strangled roars. A blow lands in my gut, giving enough leverage to wrench my arms behind my back.

“What the fuck did you do to him, Pauper?” Owen grunts from behind. The nickname he’s chosen for Amethyst isn’t lost on me, and my anger flares even further. “Get him in the gym!” Kicking my calves to move me along, I’m edged through the lower level of the manor to the nearest safe room and thrown inside. The metal door slams closed before I can run at it, smashing my fists until my knuckles are coated with blood. And all the while, her smirk is visible in my mind.

Amethyst thinks she’s won. That, by being the first woman to reject me, she’s somehow taught me a lesson. As I aggressively shed my jeans and drop onto the weight bench, adrenaline floods my veins. Exercise will give me clarity, and if not, the exertion should provide enough relief to get my head straight for our next encounter. The one where I convince Amethyst I’m not the spoiled asshole she believes me to be.

Today has not deterred me; it’s only made me hungrier. A man ravenous for a taste only she can provide. The tightness in my chest thickens, stealing my breath as I drop the weighted bar onto my throat, trying to force a black out. Anything to put me out of my current misery. To speed forward to a time when she’s wrapped in my arms, begging for more. Every throbbing inch. Every shared moment. She’ll give her soul to connect with mine, taking more from me than I’ve ever been prepared to give.

Without a doubt, I already belong to Amethyst. She just doesn’t know it yet.

Chapter 9

“HaveyouseenPiganywhere?” I ask Charley, zipping the gown over my ass. The open back dips scandalously low, exposing the expanse of flawless skin which is begging to be tattooed.

“She’s with Owen, lounging by the pool,” Charley peers beyond the balcony on the other side of the large window. Despite Carter’s arguments when he delivered the dress, I refused to be relocated to the Elites outbuilding. I don’t mix well with gold diggers, so for everyone’s safety, I’ll be staying right here in the bondage sex room. It’s where I’m most comfortable.

Rolling my eyes, making a mental note to have serious words with Pig, I turn to look at myself in the wide expanse of mirror covering the wall. I wonder if anyone is watching us, envisioning Carter with his cock in his hand. Dude needs a release before he busts a nut from stress.

Preferring to keep my contacts in, my deep purple eyes sparkle with an unknown emotion, my hair artistically pinned thanks to Charley. One single curl breaks free of the updo, rolling the length of my cheek to rest on my collar bone.

“Holy shit,” I breathe, my cheeks pinkening through the make-up. In the front, spaghetti straps hold the slim triangles which strain against my breasts, connected by a teardrop cut out on my sternum. The glittery lace shifts from silver to the faintest blue at my hips, before the lengthy skirt with a high slit ombres into the deepest navy. Paired with gloriously sparkling heels, I stand six inches taller and cinched in all the right places.

“Yeah, you look amazing,” Charley joins my side in a classic black gown. I purse my lips.

“No, not that. Holy shit, I’m my own worst nightmare.” My hand subconsciously moves to stroke the inked sleeve of large flowers on the other arm. Between the clutches of branches, lilies and roses break free to bloom. My mother’s favorite.

“Can I make an observation?” Charley tries to give me a set of elbow-length navy gloves. I bat them away. “You have no idea what you want out of life.”

“Duh,” I scoff. “I’m twenty-nine years old and have never had so much as the same man in my bed twice. The closest relative I have is 55 pounds of blubber and saliva, and currently betraying me with that prick out by the pool.” Charley’s eyes narrow on mine in the reflection as I wave my hand in the air and stride towards the bed. “Don’t even get me started on you, selling out for an easy life. There’s nothing easy about retribution.”

“For one night,” Charley pinches the bridge of her nose, “can you just…let it go? Whatever it is. Set it free and allow yourself to enjoy something real.” A knock sounds at the door, saving me from answering. Instead, I fight against the urge to chew on my painted bottom lip, taking to picking at my nails instead. It must seem so simple to an outsider. That I should get over my past, ignoring my night terrors and move on. But Charley doesn’t know what it’s like to be on the receiving end of greed, and with my protection, she never will.

Leaving the door wide open, Charley steps aside for a suited Sebby and the smooth roll of an orchestra somewhere within the building to travel into the room. The jet-black sweep of his hair has been gelled back from his face, fully revealing the pewter grey eyes currently set on me.

“Myles requested you wear this.” Opening a velvet box, an exquisite necklace lays upon a plum-colored cushion. Necklace may be an understatement, for the diamond-studded neck piece resembles more of a collar. Crystals band around the rim in a solid line, wrapping around the back to break into two tendrils. The first would curve my nape to stop at my collar bone while the other would dip into my cleavage. Charley excuses herself to the bathroom, grumbling that she doesn’t want to witness me being an ungrateful whore. Blinking a few times to get the sheen of glinting diamond from my eyes, I plaster on an easy smile to approach Sebby.

“How does Myles know I won’t steal it?” I ask, stroking the heart-shaped jewel hanging at the lowest point.

“I don’t think he really cares. Said something about shining like the jewel you are,” Sebby’s cheeks flame as he ducks his head. There’s a clench to his jaw, producing the feather of a tick. Accepting the necklace before he bites through his own cheek and spoils his crisp white shirt, he moves to leave until I clear my throat. Sebby begrudgingly fixes the collar around my neck, his fingers lingering against my skin.

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