Knox's POV

One night, I stumbled into the club after a heated conversation with my father over my mother's death. That night, I had watched her serve at the bar. She served me but was too scared to hold the glass properly let alone look me in the eyes.

Two nights, I watched her practice alone in a room locked away from the nosiness of the crowd. It looked like she danced from an ache.

I did see it in her eyes and the way her body hung around the pole as if begging it to give her life structure.

I didn't just recognise that ache, I lived it.

Three nights, I watched her perform after I paid Eric to give her some freedom.

Finally, this was the night she became officially mine. All the performances were just fillers for what I had planned for her. She was going to be the weapon for my dad's destruction and the instrument of my utmost desire.

I ordered Dave, my righthand man, to drive her to the villa while I returned the next morning after meeting with Eric and my father.

“You'd be dead before you even think of ruining everything I've built for the past twenty-five years,” his text read.

I replied with, “Like you killed my mother?” Scoffed and shoved my phone into my pocket.

I took a cold shower to cool off some steam. My father had not just been a failed father over the years. He was a failed husband, taking my mum through all shades of emotional torture while maintaining a perfect face to the public. He'd cheat on her right before her eyes and also made me watch.

But guess the irony?

He preached against adultery and fornication, in fact, that was the selling point of his morals to the public. Now guess what I was going to do.

Burn it down to fine ashes.

Damn! I bloody hate him.

Stepping out of the shower, I dried my hair, put on my sweatpants and had Dave fill me in on Yvette.

“She slept after she had the drink but she has refused to have breakfast,” he informed me.

“Good. Bring her here.”

I nodded towards the door for him to leave then emptied my coffee cup on three gulps. As I put the cup out and went through all the details about her, again, I realised that not only was she naive, she had some resistance and strength that wouldn't break easily—part of why I chose her for the task.

“Let me go!” She yelled, thrashing over Dave's shoulder.

Fierce.

I liked it.

“Let her go.”

He obeyed in an instant and left us. I watched her chest rise and fall while her eyes narrowed at me in disgust. Unfortunately, I had gotten enough of that look from my father.

“I'm sure you went through the terms and conditions in the contract as well as the benefits…” I trailed off rising from my leather chair to my closet. “Because your first test begins in five minutes.

I threw a black satin robe at her, not expecting her to catch it, but she did.

“Change. You have four minutes and it starts now.”

My words drew out the first emotion other than disgust and anger from her.

She was panicking.

“Where do I change?”

“Here.”

“You can't be—”

“Three minutes more,” I cut her off. “You don't want to get punished on your first day, do you?”

Her limbs answered in response, turning her back to me before taking out every fabric off her skin to put on the robe.

I let her finish then asked her to turn around.

I could see her firm nipple when she did as well as her eyes burning with disgust. If only she knew what keeping that expression for too long would cost her.

“Come closer.”

She took a few steps forward.

“Closer.”

She hesitated.

“Get the fuck here, Yvette Morgan!”

That was it. She jumped towards me, almost bumping into my chest. I leaned on my desk comfortably and watched embarrassment swallow her raw.

“I'm sorry,” she mumbled.

“The first test is to see how focused you can be on a particular task. My world is much more different from your petty one, and some of its core differences are the noises and unnecessary attention. However,” I undid the belt of her robe. “You must focus no matter what,” I spread open her robe, revealing her plum inviting boobs and pink hardened ripples.

I placed a call to her mum and left the phone on the table.

“Your mum would be on the phone with you a few seconds from now. Focus on,” I walked behind her, leaning closer to her ear. “Her. Remember,” I kissed her earlobe. “You must answer all her questions clearly.”

As the word left my mouth, I pushed her back slowly till her stomach was resting on my desk. I lifted her robe to expose her perfectly curved ass, then placed a kiss on each cheek before her mother's voice broke out.

I smirked on the first greeting, then spread her legs and the cheeks of her ass.

Shaved and soaking already.

I went on my knees, bringing her swollen cunt to my face then sipped in her wetness.

“Mhh,” she shuddered.

“Are you okay, honey?” Her mum asked.

I flattened my tongue against the entrance of her cunt then rolled it up without warning and licked her clean.

“Uh-uhmm… I'm… uh!” She sighed. “J-just figured I have a lot to d-do.”

I flickered my tongue over her cunt, inserting my fingers inside her walls.

I groaned.

She was so warm and goddamn tight.

Her breaths quickened.

“Should I leave you to it? I guess I—”

“N-no. It's,” she hitched, arching her back. “Fine.”

With how she was gripping the desk and curling her toes, I knew she was going to cum sooner than I expected.

“How has work been?” The warm voice kept singing sweetly.

“Fine,” she breathed out.

I sped up. Pushing and pulling and eating her all at once.

“Agh— sorry,” she threw her head to the side.

“Are you sure you're okay?”

She was shaking and no. I didn't stop.

“Yvette, honey?”

“Please,” she gasped as she reached for my hair. “Please—”

“Please what?” Confusion took over the woman's voice.

I'd be laughing my organs out, if not that her scent was intoxicating and hearing her beg me like that drove me insane.

I could have stopped.

I couldn't.

I didn't want to.

So I swiftly pulled her from the desk. Arms wrapped around my neck and legs around my torso while I wrecked her cunt with my fingers.

She bit her lips not to make a sound especially since her mum's worry grew louder.

“Plea-plea-plea-plea-pleaseeee,” she moaned.

While shaking profusely in my arms, I ended the call. Eyes shut and legs tightly wrapped around my torso, she gave in, filling my fingers with her juice.

I pulled out from her trembling body, let her sit on the desk and made her leak her juice all over my fingers.

“That was quite a success, yeah?” I grinned at both the outcome and the embarrassed and disgusted look on her face.

“You're sick!” She spat.

“You have no idea, moth,” I whispered in her right ear, then stepped backwards just enough to watch her chest rise and fall.

I didn't let her catch her breath before glaring at her.

“Get. Out.”

With that, she picked her previous clothes, and tied her robe as she ran for the door.

Knox's POV

One night, I stumbled into the club after a heated conversation with my father over my mother's death. That night, I had watched her serve at the bar. She served me but was too scared to hold the glass properly let alone look me in the eyes.

Two nights, I watched her practice alone in a room locked away from the nosiness of the crowd. It looked like she danced from an ache.

I did see it in her eyes and the way her body hung around the pole as if begging it to give her life structure.

I didn't just recognise that ache, I lived it.

Three nights, I watched her perform after I paid Eric to give her some freedom.

Finally, this was the night she became officially mine. All the performances were just fillers for what I had planned for her. She was going to be the weapon for my dad's destruction and the instrument of my utmost desire.

I ordered Dave, my righthand man, to drive her to the villa while I returned the next morning after meeting with Eric and my father.

“You'd be dead before you even think of ruining everything I've built for the past twenty-five years,” his text read.

I replied with, “Like you killed my mother?” Scoffed and shoved my phone into my pocket.

I took a cold shower to cool off some steam. My father had not just been a failed father over the years. He was a failed husband, taking my mum through all shades of emotional torture while maintaining a perfect face to the public. He'd cheat on her right before her eyes and also made me watch.

But guess the irony?

He preached against adultery and fornication, in fact, that was the selling point of his morals to the public. Now guess what I was going to do.

Burn it down to fine ashes.

Damn! I bloody hate him.

Stepping out of the shower, I dried my hair, put on my sweatpants and had Dave fill me in on Yvette.

“She slept after she had the drink but she has refused to have breakfast,” he informed me.

“Good. Bring her here.”

I nodded towards the door for him to leave then emptied my coffee cup on three gulps. As I put the cup out and went through all the details about her, again, I realised that not only was she naive, she had some resistance and strength that wouldn't break easily—part of why I chose her for the task.

“Let me go!” She yelled, thrashing over Dave's shoulder.

Fierce.

I liked it.

“Let her go.”

He obeyed in an instant and left us. I watched her chest rise and fall while her eyes narrowed at me in disgust. Unfortunately, I had gotten enough of that look from my father.

“I'm sure you went through the terms and conditions in the contract as well as the benefits…” I trailed off rising from my leather chair to my closet. “Because your first test begins in five minutes.

I threw a black satin robe at her, not expecting her to catch it, but she did.

“Change. You have four minutes and it starts now.”

My words drew out the first emotion other than disgust and anger from her.

She was panicking.

“Where do I change?”

“Here.”

“You can't be—”

“Three minutes more,” I cut her off. “You don't want to get punished on your first day, do you?”

Her limbs answered in response, turning her back to me before taking out every fabric off her skin to put on the robe.

I let her finish then asked her to turn around.

I could see her firm nipple when she did as well as her eyes burning with disgust. If only she knew what keeping that expression for too long would cost her.

“Come closer.”

She took a few steps forward.

“Closer.”

She hesitated.

“Get the fuck here, Yvette Morgan!”

That was it. She jumped towards me, almost bumping into my chest. I leaned on my desk comfortably and watched embarrassment swallow her raw.

“I'm sorry,” she mumbled.

“The first test is to see how focused you can be on a particular task. My world is much more different from your petty one, and some of its core differences are the noises and unnecessary attention. However,” I undid the belt of her robe. “You must focus no matter what,” I spread open her robe, revealing her plum inviting boobs and pink hardened ripples.

I placed a call to her mum and left the phone on the table.

“Your mum would be on the phone with you a few seconds from now. Focus on,” I walked behind her, leaning closer to her ear. “Her. Remember,” I kissed her earlobe. “You must answer all her questions clearly.”

As the word left my mouth, I pushed her back slowly till her stomach was resting on my desk. I lifted her robe to expose her perfectly curved ass, then placed a kiss on each cheek before her mother's voice broke out.

I smirked on the first greeting, then spread her legs and the cheeks of her ass.

Shaved and soaking already.

I went on my knees, bringing her swollen cunt to my face then sipped in her wetness.

“Mhh,” she shuddered.

“Are you okay, honey?” Her mum asked.

I flattened my tongue against the entrance of her cunt then rolled it up without warning and licked her clean.

“Uh-uhmm… I'm… uh!” She sighed. “J-just figured I have a lot to d-do.”

I flickered my tongue over her cunt, inserting my fingers inside her walls.

I groaned.

She was so warm and goddamn tight.

Her breaths quickened.

“Should I leave you to it? I guess I—”

“N-no. It's,” she hitched, arching her back. “Fine.”

With how she was gripping the desk and curling her toes, I knew she was going to cum sooner than I expected.

“How has work been?” The warm voice kept singing sweetly.

“Fine,” she breathed out.

I sped up. Pushing and pulling and eating her all at once.

“Agh— sorry,” she threw her head to the side.

“Are you sure you're okay?”

She was shaking and no. I didn't stop.

“Yvette, honey?”

“Please,” she gasped as she reached for my hair. “Please—”

“Please what?” Confusion took over the woman's voice.

I'd be laughing my organs out, if not that her scent was intoxicating and hearing her beg me like that drove me insane.

I could have stopped.

I couldn't.

I didn't want to.

So I swiftly pulled her from the desk. Arms wrapped around my neck and legs around my torso while I wrecked her cunt with my fingers.

She bit her lips not to make a sound especially since her mum's worry grew louder.

“Plea-plea-plea-plea-pleaseeee,” she moaned.

While shaking profusely in my arms, I ended the call. Eyes shut and legs tightly wrapped around my torso, she gave in, filling my fingers with her juice.

I pulled out from her trembling body, let her sit on the desk and made her leak her juice all over my fingers.

“That was quite a success, yeah?” I grinned at both the outcome and the embarrassed and disgusted look on her face.

“You're sick!” She spat.

“You have no idea, moth,” I whispered in her right ear, then stepped backwards just enough to watch her chest rise and fall.

I didn't let her catch her breath before glaring at her.

“Get. Out.”

With that, she picked her previous clothes, and tied her robe as she ran for the door.

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.”