Grace Anne (14 page)

“Now, Grace…I don’t know what you’re
thinking of doing, but please don’t do it in the house. I just had all the
carpets cleaned and I so don’t want to have to explain to the housekeeper again
why there is blood on the walls. It’s too hard to get out of damask.” Alyssa
sat down and patted the seat next to her. “Come on. We’ll plan their demise
together. Let me tell you what I know.”

After Alyssa told her that Michael
had made arrangements to have her business moved to his building and had given
her employees a month off with pay she was seeing red. Then she told her about
the catalogue. That made her so pissed that her head hurt from it.

“I assumed, like everyone else,
that you knew about the cover. You were in it so I guess…he didn’t tell you
that he approved of the cover? That person who took the picture said you’d sell
more undergarments from that one picture than any other thing in it.” Alyssa
pulled up the advanced copy of the catalogue she’d been sent as a frequent
buyer. “I have to tell you that I’ve never seen you look so decadent before. In
fact, I wasn’t even sure it was you until Cain said so.”

“I’m going to kill him and whoever
else was in on this. No, wait, murder is too good. I’m going to chop his dick
up into little pieces and serve it to him for his dinner. Of all the
underhanded, sneaky things…what the hell were they thinking?”

“I was thinking I wanted you to be
safe and with me. I was thinking that if I could make one thing easier for you
then I’d do it. But mostly, I was thinking I’d make you happy because I love
you.”

She turned to see Michael as he
stood in the doorway.

“Alyssa, could you please give us
some privacy? I think that Grace wants to tell me how much she appreciates me.”

Alyssa laughed, but left the room.
Michael reached over and clicked the lock as soon as the door closed behind
her. She knew she was in trouble the moment he turned back to her. She didn’t
know this look like she’d been able to figure out the others. This one
was…well, hot.

“You shouldn’t do things without
telling me. I like to run my own businesses. How would you like it if I came
into your office and started spouting off orders and changing things?” She
started to back away as he advanced. “You have no right to be mad at me when
you are the one doing things that I didn’t know about.”

“I’m not mad. And whenever you
want to come to my office and learn the business I’ll be more than happy to
show you around. And as for spouting off orders, you’re welcome to that too. I
hate to have to be the heavy, and having someone run the daily crap is fine
with me.” He took off his jacket and tossed it over a chair, a sign that he was
going to strip her down as well. “Grace, come here. It will go so much better
for you if you don’t make me have to chase you.”

She was suddenly nervous. “You…what
do you think you’re going to do to me? You can’t mean to have sex with me in my
brother’s house. He’ll have…stop right there.”

He did stop, but as he did he
pulled his belt off. For some reason the sight of him pulling the leather
through the loops on his pants made her pussy tighten and soak her panties. He
tossed it toward the chair. When he started to unbutton his sleeves and roll
them up she had to swallow several times before she could think about speaking.

“Come here,” he said softly. “I
promise you that my spanking you will hurt less if you let me do it my way.”

She looked up at his face to see
if he was serious. He apparently was.

“If you think I’m going to let you
paddle my ass, you’re nuttier than a fruitcake. I’m a grown woman, not some
little kid who needs to be disciplined.” But when he reached for her she didn’t
fight him. “Michael, please…”

His mouth took hers. There was
just no other way to describe it. His tongue plunged into her mouth and
parlayed with her own. His hands were everywhere, touching and pulling, taking
her clothing off and baring her to him. Before she knew it she was standing
before him in just her panties.

He pulled her with him to the
chair. She was on fire for him and, at this point, couldn’t have denied him
anything. When she was across his lap, her ass across his groin, she could feel
his cock. She moaned when he cupped her ass.

“I don’t know whether I want to
fuck you over that desk or pink up your ass then fuck you. Christ, you can make
me harder than I’ve ever been.” He rubbed his hand over her ass cheek and she
moaned.

When his hand connected hard with
her bottom, she moaned. She could come. Right now, she could very easily come
this way. He seemed to realize that because the third and the forth blows were
harder, but it didn’t matter. She was beyond anything but him. Before his hand
took her over the edge she found herself standing and leaning over the chair. Panting
hard, she felt him behind her and turned her head at her shoulder to watch him
free his cock.

“You’re going to pay for this,
Grace. I’m not sure how much pleasure I can give you right now so if you find
release, Christ, you’d better take it.” He plunged deep. His cock seemed to
touch her throat. “Fuck, you’re so tight. And wet. I’m not going to…fuck.”

He came hard. Even as his cock
filled her and his hands held her to him, she followed him. Reaching between
her legs, she found her slick clit and pinched it. Her second then third climax
was shuddering through her when he joined her fingers between her legs and
brought her again. Grace felt the world fade away as she slipped into semi-consciousness.

Chapter 14

Thomas pushed the buzzer again. It
seemed like forever before someone answered. He hated being put off and was
sure that was what Michael was doing. First he’d gotten by him at work and now
he was avoiding him at his house. The cocksucker was going to answer his
question or hell would be paid.

“Where’s my stepbrother? I want to
talk to him right fucking now. And I don’t want to hear any shit about him
being unavailable. He, fucking, is always available.” Thomas took a deep breath
and tried to reign in his temper. “He said he’d meet with me today and he’s
late.”

“Mr. Cunningham is not in
residence, sir. If you would like to leave your name, then perhaps if he calls
in as he usually does, I will give him—”

“I just told you who I was. I’m
Thomas Rutherford Cunningham, his fucking stepbrother. Don’t you fucking people
listen? And what do you mean ‘not in residence?’ What the fuck does that mean?”
Thomas looked over at the girl in his car. Actually, he’d been surprised to see
her there. He neither knew her name nor where she’d come from. He wondered if
she’d been someone he’d picked up or someone that had just decided to hop in
his car. He had no clue. She was giving him the thumbs up, whatever that meant.

“It means that he is not at home. And
I would prefer that you toned down your language a bit, sir. There is
absolutely no reason for so much profanity.”

Thomas felt his head tighten. Yeah,
he was high and a little drunk, but he knew that, as a Cunningham, servants did
not talk to their betters the way this asshole was. His mother let them talk to
her that way and so did his father but, by God, they were not going to speak to
him like that. He started to tell the little prick that when his cell phone
went off.

He barked his name into it and
closed his eyes. There was that white light of pain again, the one that told
him he either needed to take it down a notch or go into rehab for a few weeks. He
decided that he’d like neither one, but taking it down was much better than no
drugs. No fucking way.

“We didn’t have a meeting. I told
you I’d get back to you and that’s what I had planned to do,” Michael said in
that calm voice of his. “What the fuck are you doing threatening my staff?”

Thomas tried to remember
threatening the man on the other end of the intercom, but couldn’t seem to make
his head work. Before he could say that he’d not done it, that the servants
were not to be trusted, Michael gave him a clue.

“Matt said if you ever talk to his
wife that way again he will castrate you, then feed your tiny dick to the
birds. What the hell is wrong with you threatening a woman in the first place?”

Michael took a deep breath, but
before he continued Thomas broke in. He just wanted them all to do what they
said they’d do so he could get this fucking business over with. “She wouldn’t
tell me where you were. I’ve been calling your office all morning and you didn’t
answer. Then I tried your home. You aren’t there either. The fucking servant
said you weren’t ‘in-residence,’ whatever the fuck that means.”

Thomas looked at the girl again. She
was laughing and he knew it was at him. He’d take care of her right fucking
now. Slipping open the car door, he didn’t even close it before he doubled his
fist up and hit her right in the face. She fell back against the window with a
nice pop and he tried to concentrate on his stepbrother.

“…when I get back. I’m not going
to make a decision until then.” There was a slight pause and Thomas wondered
what he’d missed. “Are you listening to me? I want you to stay away from my
house and my servants. In fact, I want you to stay the hell away from anything
that belongs to me. You got it?”

“Yeah, I got it. But the girl…what’s
her name? Wadders…Waite, she’s not around either. Where is she? With you, I
suppose?” Thomas was going to get the girl, Grace, if it was the last thing he’d
do. “You give me her phone number and I’ll pretend none of this ever—”

“You stay the hell away from my
future wife, do you hear me, Thomas?” Michael said with a tone that he’d only
ever heard once before, and he’d been afraid then too. “If you so much as go
near her, I will hunt you down and kill you slowly. The same for my son. You
don’t want to test me—”

“I didn’t touch the little shit. I
don’t care what he said happened. I was following him out of the building and
he disappeared. I thought he went in that building on Ninth, the one you’ve
been whining about, but I couldn’t get in to get him.” The silence at the other
end made him think Michael had hung up on him. When Michael started speaking
this time, Thomas knew he’d pushed him too far.

“You aren’t to come near anything
I own ever again. And if I hear of you doing anything, including breathing the
same airspace as my family, there won’t be a hole you can hide deep enough in,
nor will there be a place that I won’t find you. You will pray for death before
I’m through with you. Do I make myself perfectly clear?”

Thomas was terrified. He knew what
his stepbrother had been in the Special Forces. He knew what he’d been doing
the entire time he’d been in. He’d heard the stories or the half stories that
Michael and his father talked about. And he’d even cared enough to look it up. Michael
was a hired killer. And not only that, but he was fucking good at it.

“I hear you.” His voice was not
nearly a brave as he’d wanted and it squeaked a bit and that pissed him off. “But
if I catch them out, all bets are off.” He closed the phone and leaned his head
back against the seat. The small mewling sound made him remember the girl next
to him. He looked over at her without lifting his head. Just what he fucking
needed.

The window was covered in blood. And
her face was fat and also bloodied. He knew he’d hit her, but he also knew he’d
not hit her that hard. He hated whiny people, especially whiny whores. Shifting
in the seat to get a better look at her, he realized he didn’t have a clue who
she was and he honestly didn’t care. She turned to look at him with her one
good eye and started to speak.

“Shut up,” he snarled at her. “You
just shut the fuck up. And if you think you’re going to get to a hospital
anytime soon, then you’re fucking out of luck. I just gotta figure out what to
do with you.” He tried to think, but her crying and whining again had him reach
over and wrap his hands around her throat. He let her go when she shut up.

She was dead. As soon as he
realized he’d killed her, he laughed. “Now, brother dearest, you’re so fucked.
What will your little family think when they find a dead hooker on your
doorstep?”

Thomas got out of his car and
walked to the other side. He was pulling her out of the passenger’s side door
when he thought of something really funny. If whatshername… Grace found out
about her future husband’s former life and this hooker on the lawn she would
come running to him in no time. Yes, Thomas thought as he kicked the hooker
again, things were about to get really good for him.

Thomas went back to his house
after making a quick trip to his buddy’s. After scoring a few grams of some
sweet stuff and hitting it with him Thomas was feeling pretty good. So good, in
fact, that he didn’t care that his phone was ringing or that he was driving a
little on the fast side. When he finally pulled into his drive he simply left
the car running and went inside. Life was good.

The pounding on the door had him
sitting up in bed. He didn’t know what time it was, but he was sure he’d only
just lain down. He was nearly to the door when he saw the flashing lights. Stopping
in the living room he tried to remember if he’d done anything wrong to warrant
the police showing up at his house. Thinking hard, he started to go back to the
bedroom and escape. He needed to leave, and right fucking now. Picking up his
gun out of the dresser near his window Thomas opened the window and slipped
out. He was nearly to the back of the lot when he saw the cop.

Fucking no way was he going in. He
wasn’t sure who was more surprised by the gun in his hand going off, him or the
cop, but the guy just sort of crumpled to the ground, his head suddenly a mess.
Thomas had a few moments of pure glee that he’d gotten the drop on the guy when
he realized he’d just killed a cop. Before he knew it he was running for his
life and there were fucking cops everywhere.