His Prize (The Cleaners Book 1) Read online

  “Forgive me, pumpkin. I was an ass back then.”

  Susie bit back her groan in answer, as he slid his thigh through her pussy lips, while rubbing his morning stubble along the sensitive skin of her neck. Ren nibbled on her earlobe, his heavy breathing audible even over the stream of water cascading on them both.

  “Please, don’t.”

  He stopped the movement of his thigh along her slit, and Susie gasped, as he swung her up and around without much effort at all, as though she weighed no more than a feather. The marble countertop he perched her on felt cool under her bare ass, and she hastily braced her hands behind her back, as he yanked her thighs apart and lifted them up. There was no mistaking his intention as he stared at her exposed cunt, and to her shame Susie grew wet for him. Even more so when he dropped to his knees, so that he was eyelevel with her most intimate parts. His hot breath ghosted across moist flesh rapidly swelling in readiness for him, and screwing her eyes shut she whispered her denial.

  “I hate you.”

  Ren’s laughter washed over her, seconds before he flung her legs over his shoulders, parted her labia with his thumbs, exposing her clit, and flicked his tongue over that needy bundle of nerves. Susie tensed and bit her tongue to stop herself from groaning out loud, as Ren set to work. Oh, God, he could eat pussy, and her body didn’t care one iota about her misgivings. Her mind might scream at her, but the rational part of her wasn’t in charge right now. In truth, it never was where Ren was concerned. He drew her like a moth to the flame, knowing she would get burned, yet she still flew anyway.

  Ren shifted his hands under her ass cheeks, and lifting her higher he switched his attention from her clit to her pussy hole. The appreciative murmurs as he tunneled his tongue inside her and lapped up her arousal only served to make her wetter. Her hips took on a life of their own, grinding against him, as he alternated tongue fucking her hole with sucking her clit into his mouth until she miraculously hovered on the brink of orgasm. Ren withdrew, and when she moaned her denial he laughed. Trailing kisses up over her mound, he licked the shower induced moisture off her skin. His open mouthed adoration of her body left tingles of awareness in its wake. She jerked when he reached her breasts, tonguing each nipple, before drawing the needy points into his mouth and suckling on each point hard in turn. The action left her a panting mess, desperate to come. His hard cock probed her thigh, and fisting one of his hands in her hair, Ren kissed her at the same time, as he impaled himself inside her body with one long hard thrust that lifted her off the counter. Susie screamed into the kiss and braced her feet on the wall opposite for leverage as her long denied orgasm raced through her.

  Triumph flared in Ren’s dark gaze as he pulled away, and flexing his hips, pistoned in and out of her, prolonging her orgasm.

  “I don’t … fuck … I hate you.”

  Ren laughed, and stilling between her legs, kissed her again. This one was tender, reverent almost, as his cock swelled, and twitched inside her. He groaned as she clenched around him, and broke the kiss. Another gasp escaped her, as Ren pulled all the way out, only to slam back into her. The action ground his pubic bone into her clit, and Susie trembled around him. The just waning shock of her contractions seemingly flared anew, under his expert handling of her body, and try as she might she couldn’t look away from his penetrating gaze.

  “You might think you hate me, but your body tells me otherwise.”

  It was on the tip of her tongue to refute that, but then he set his thumb on her clit, while he started to pump in and out of her and in no time at all, she was falling apart around his cock again.

  “There you go. You’re mine. Don’t ever forget that, girl, and in future, if you wake up before me, you won’t sneak out without asking my permission, do you hear me? Look at me when I’m talking to you.”

  His tone of voice brooked no argument, and Susie forced her eyes open. She’d screwed them shut as her orgasm hit, and she tried her best to focus on what he was saying to her. With her body still shaking in delicious aftershocks, her breaths seesawing in and out of her, and her heart beat thundering in her ears it was hard to do so.

  He smiled when their gazes connected, and Susie bit her lip when he pulled out of her. She felt bereft without his thick cock stretching her, and she swallowed hard when she saw him reach past her to the coconut oil he kept on the counter.

  Her breathing grew even shallower when he proceeded to squeeze a generous dollop onto his hand and then lathered his cock, already slick with her arousal, in the oil. His grin turned sinful at her reaction.

  “I’m still waiting for your answer, girl,” he said, while getting yet more oil, which he spread across his fingers. Not once breaking eye contact with her, he grabbed her hips and tilted them upward more while half pulling her ass off the counter. A gasp escaped her when he slid first one, and then two lubed fingers into her asshole, and started to thrust in out of that tight place. Pleasure surged through her anew, especially when he added a third finger, stretching her until the sweet burn added that bite of pain guaranteed to send her over the edge again.

  The urge to close her eyes, to give into the rapidly increasing need to let go consumed her, but his heated gaze still held her spellbound. A raw need reflected back at her, mirroring her own, and it made her blurt out the words she knew he wanted to hear.

  “Yes, Sir. I’m sorry, Sir. I didn’t think you’d mind, and I … oh…”

  She bit her lip as Ren withdrew his fingers, and lifting her off the counter, flipped her over until she lay across it. With her sensitive breasts squashed against the cool marble, and his body weight pressing her down, as he kicked her legs apart again, she had nowhere to go. Blunt pressure breached her hole, and she did her best to try to relax and breathe through the steady invasion of his thick shaft. The burn intensified, and she could have sworn she felt every vein on his cock, as he pushed in slowly, his harsh breathing in her ear telling her how much this affected him, too. Eventually his balls hit her clit, and his hair roughened thighs connected with hers, as he bottomed out inside her ass.

  Ren bit her shoulder, before he withdrew, awakening all the sensitive nerve endings back in her butt, and making her groan in need.

  “I fucking did mind. I had no idea where you were.” He pulled almost all the way out, before he thrust back in, making her scream. Her hips hit the ledge, and her mound made contact with the marble. It sent delicious shockwaves of need through her pussy, and she pushed back against him, in a silent bid for him to do that again. Ren didn’t disappoint. He set up an ever increasing rhythm, which meant she climbed the rungs of arousal at record speed.

  Ren proceeded to berate her as he pistoned in and out of her, every word punctuated by another harsh thrust into her ass.

  “I thought you’d run. I thought I’d have to fucking kill you. I don’t want to have to do that, so fucking well do as you’re told, girl. I can’t … fuck … I’m coming … argh.”

  Heat flooded inside of her, and Susie lost all ability to think, to make sense of anything, as Ren pulled her to her feet. The action lodged him even deeper inside of her, and when he brought his hand round to her front and brought an openhanded slap down on her clit, she, too, splintered into a release so breathtaking she saw stars.

  By the time she could breathe in anything resembling a normal rhythm again, Ren had withdrawn from her butt and maneuvered them both back under the stream of water. The careful way in which he washed her down, was such a stark contrast to his earlier behavior it brought renewed tears into her eyes. She winced when he washed her sore ass, and his murmured apology settled deep inside her psyche. This Ren, she could so easily fall in love with it scared her, not least because she very much suspected she already had. After all, why else would she respond to him like she was? Susie was no pushover. Even Brian hadn’t managed to subjugate her. Not with his threats or his fists, and he’d tried both numerous times. She’d run the first chance she’d gotten, knowing full well that he would kill her if he fo
und her again. Yet with Ren, it wasn’t the threat of him killing her that kept her here. No, it was the man, who offered her a tender smile when he turned the water off, stepped away to wrap a towel round his hips, and then proceeded to wrap her up in a large fluffy towel before he picked her up and carried her out of the wet room. He didn’t stop, despite her murmured protestations that she could walk, simply carried on, up the stairs, out of the cellar, and up more flights of stairs, past several of his laughing men, until he at long last shouldered open the door to a bedroom. His she assumed, as he deposited her in the middle of the huge bed. Taking his towel off, he proceeded to dry himself, before he strolled up to the wardrobe, and pulling out some clothes, proceeded to dress.

  Susie’s pussy clenched anew at the striptease in reverse. Ren really had the most amazing body for a man his age, and following that thought process through Susie blurted out her question.

  “How old are you, Sir?”

  Ren paused mid tucking his shirt into his jeans, and turning around looked at her. Something indecipherable crossed his harsh features, and he ran a hand through his still damp hair.

  “Why does it matter?” he asked.

  Susie shrugged her shoulders and shimmied further up the bed when he crossed the distance between them in a few long legged strides. Her heart beat faster when he brought his hand up and cupped her face. His thumb drew a far too arousing path across her lips, and he pulled in a sharp breath when she sucked that digit into her mouth and bit down slightly.

  “Minx.” He growled that one word, and everything south clenched in need. His amber gaze darkened as he seemingly noticed her reaction and withdrew from her.

  “Behave yourself. I need to go out and take care of some things.”

  At her gasp in answer, he smiled grimly.

  “You mean you’re going to kill someone?” she asked, and he shrugged his shoulders.

  “If it comes to it. There’s a war going on out there, and it’s my job to clean up.” He paused and ran another hand through his hair. “It’s what I do, pumpkin. I’m not ever going to pretend that I’m a nice guy. I don’t do romance and flowers and all that shit you girls seem to lap up.” He flicked her a glance, and his jaw tightened at whatever he read in her expression. “So don’t expect soft words from me that don’t mean shit in the long run, okay?”

  He relaxed somewhat at her nod in answer.

  “I mean what I say. You’re mine. Not because Huntly gave you to me, but because I want you.” He paused when she couldn’t help her gasp in answer. “That places you in danger, more so than you’re in already. Folks will try and get to you, because you’re with me, so for that reason alone, don’t try and run. It wouldn’t do you any good, because my boys and I would track you down, if the others wouldn’t get to you first, and you’ve seen enough of how those fuckers operate, to know that wouldn’t end well for you.”

  Again he paused as though to let his words sink in. Goosebumps broke out across her exposed flesh, and with a frown Ren reached across and rubbed them away.

  “You’re safe with me. With us, here.”

  Letting go of her he gestured around the room.

  “I’ll have your clothes and stuff brought up. This is my room, and now yours, too.”

  “Okay.”

  Ren flashed her a quick smile and crossed his arms over his chest.

  “Okay? That’s all? You’re not going to berate me? Throw a hissy fit? Tell me how much you hate me again?”

  Susie shook her head.

  “Would it do any good if I did, Sir?” she asked.

  Heat flared in his gaze briefly, and his grin grew positively sinful.

  “Well, pumpkin, it would give me a perfect excuse to pummel that luscious ass of yours in punishment again.”

  She shook her head, and he laughed.

  “Other than that, it wouldn’t do you one iota of good, no, girl.”

  He moved to leave and stopped dead in his tracks at her murmured words.

  “And for the record, Sir, I don’t hate you.”

  He swung back round to study her, his expression a carefully controlled mask of indifference, but the swirling emotions in his eyes gave him away.

  “I should hate you, but I don’t, and I still want to know how old you are.”

  Ren shook his head, and just when she thought he wasn’t going to answer her, he rumbled his reply.

  “I’m forty-three, girl, which makes me almost twenty years your senior, I believe.” He smiled at her sharp intake of breath, and Susie couldn’t stop her smart ass response.

  “Well that explains it then,” she said. She giggled at the way his brows drew together in a frown at her actions. “My Gran did instill in me the importance of respecting one’s elders, so … argh.” She screeched and tried to get away, but he was faster than she was. In no time at all, she’d lost the protection of the towel, and found herself draped over his lap. The first openhanded swat to her ass took her breath away with the intensity behind it, and each succinct swat that followed further robbed her of any ability to protest. Ren pummeled her behind until it glowed and she’d grown pliant over his lap. Only then did he stop, and rubbed the abused flesh. Heat spread up from her bottom to every other part of her, and she moaned long and hard, when he brought his hand lower and swiped his fingers through her embarrassingly wet pussy lips.

  “Such a naughty little girl, aren’t you? I’ll have to think of more inventive forms of punishments for you. You enjoyed this far too much.” Pulling her back up by her hair, he kissed her. The intensity behind this further claim on her body left her breathless and tingling in need, and she slid onto the floor in an undignified heap when he got up again.

  “One of the men will escort you the club later for your shift. I’ll see you there, and you’ll come home with me. Don’t even take the rubbish out, unless one of the guys is with you, understood?”

  “Yes, Sir, but isn’t that overkill? I mean, I’m not that important, surely.”

  A muscle ticked in his jaw, and Ren shook his head.

  “Are you arguing with me, girl?” The step he took back toward her could only be described as menacing, and lord help her, if every feminine cell in her body didn’t sigh in submission at his behavior. Fucked up in the head, that was her, for sure, but she couldn’t bring herself to care about that right now, not when Ren looked at her as though he wanted to eat her alive.

  “No, Sir, I’m not.” She somehow managed to get her answer out past the huge lump of emotion lodged in her throat, and he nodded.

  “Good, now, be a good girl, and do as you’re told. I’ll see you later.”

  Their interaction set the course for the next couple of weeks. While she was free to roam the house, she had her very own bodyguard every time she set foot outside. In truth, she was rather grateful for it, because the news was full of the unrest, and the apparent war between crime lords. No names were mentioned, but Susie could read between the lines well enough.

  Huntly seemed to be in a round of never ending meetings at the club, and Susie lost count how many well-known figures she’d served drinks to in his private domain. More than one had taken an interest in her, but Huntly had steered each one onto a different girl with ultimate tact and discretion, while the cleaners adopted a more hands on approach on the club floor with any customer who tried to get too friendly.

  All in all, Susie had never felt safer, which was an oxymoron for sure, as Kim pointed out to her, when they found themselves taking a break together.

  “Girl, you’re positively glowing these days. I guess being shacked up with the Cleaners has its advantages, huh, though I wouldn’t have had you pegged for enjoying being handed around them.”

  Susie choked on her orange juice, and Kim patted her back until she got her breath back.

  “What do you mean? I’m not… Good lord, I’m only with Ren. He doesn’t share me.”

  Kim’s mouth fell open, and she whistled through her teeth.

  “He doesn’t?
Then why on earth are all his guys watching over you as though they’re mother hens? I mean, everyone knows they look after the girls who come to stay at their house, but they tend to come and go, and you’ve already stayed longer than any of the previous ones, and now you’re telling me they’re not even getting their dicks wet?”

  Susie cringed at the crude words, but Kim wasn’t finished yet.

  “You do realize what that means, right?”

  Susie had no idea what her friend was going on about and said as much. Kim rolled her eyes and literally hooted with laughter.

  “It means, you ninny, that Ren has it bad … for you. Never thought I’d see the day that man fell, but I reckon he has for you. Way to go, girl.”

  Susie almost choked on her refreshment again.

  “Don’t be ridiculous. He doesn’t do love. He said as much. This is just…” She didn’t know what label to put on their relationship, so she kept quiet, because like it or not, they did seem to have a relationship of sorts, at least. While Ren kept his distance at the club, he didn’t seem capable of keeping his hands off of her in private, and as aloof as he was in public, when it was just the two of them he showed his tender side. And that side of him was irresistible. Ren cared deeply, in fact, about Huntly, his men, and it seemed increasingly so, Susie. Though she was still convinced that was more to do with the awesome sex they had than anything else.

  That, and the deep seated, if somewhat twisted and fucked up code of honor he and the rest of the cleaners, for that matter, appeared to live by.

  Put simply, they looked after Huntly interests, and by proxy that included her. They all held immense disgust for the human trafficking the Priestly brothers engaged in, and having met some of the girls the cleaners had rescued over the years, Susie could see why.

  Huntly was knee deep in drugs and other illicit dealings, but he ran a tight ship, and protected the businesses under his care. Any girls who worked for him did so of their own free will and were paid handsomely in return. A far cry from the admittedly limited insight she’d had into Priestly affairs. All in all it meant her misgivings about being involved with a bunch of criminals took a second and fourth seat to her principles until said principles came crashing around her ears with the police raid.