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There was no hope. "I don't know," I lied.
"What if there was a way to put your grandfather in jail?"
"What?" That surprised me.
He cleared his throat. "I've heard rumors that your grandfather is dealing with some bad people. This deal in South America is for a lot more than what it says on paper. If you could get enough evidence to put him away, would you be free?"
My head was swimming. As a spy for Gramps he might actually know something I didn't. "I- I guess so. Not that he'd leave any evidence. The man is too smart."
"He trusts Sean, your assistant told me so. Your assistant is a spy, did you know that?"
"Yes." No use pretending. But if James was a spy and had no proof, there was no guarantee Sean would know any more.
"You can use him," James suggested. "He's a purchased man, make a better offer."
"What the hell are you saying?"
"There has to be a plan for the future, Keelin. If you keep going in this vein your grandfather will make sure that his prot__g__ controls you from beyond the grave. Do you want to drink yourself to death before you give Hyde an heir and abandon Bobby and Ralph?"
"Jesus, James. Jesus! You don't know what you're saying."
"Shh!" He was holding me now and my face was in his shoulder. Nothing made sense and yet there was a tiny hope of escape. Could it really work?
"What if there is no proof. What if he's clean?" I asked his neck.
He pulled away to look in my eyes. "Do you believe that?"
No. Peter Hyde would deal with the devil for enough of a profit. "I don't know what to do."
"Sean. Train Sean. I'll help you."
"This is mad. What do you want in return? No one does anything out of the goodness of their own heart."
He smiled down at me. "I'd just like to know this dark cloud doesn't hang over your head. I want to know there's a chance for something more."
I didn't want to let it go. "You're lying, James." Did I really want him to admit he was a spy? I didn't know.
"You think I'm after money?"
"Worse. I think you might have this idea that you and I will ride off into the sunset. That won't happen, James."
I shoved again and he let me go. I got up and headed for my closet where my robe was hanging. Suddenly I was in his arms, a fireman's carry, I hadn't even heard him move. He dumped me on the couch.
Before I could protest his mouth was on mine and he pulled my wrists above my head. I struggled with my legs but he settled between them. Jesus, I wanted it, but I didn't want to want it and he knew this. He let me struggle and just used one meaty hand to pin my wrists down. The other fondled a breast ruthlessly until the nipple was stiff and then he plucked it. All the while I bucked, trying to unseat him, but just rubbed against the outline of his erection.
The front of his pants was smeared with my wetness, there was no way he didn't know how this excited me. Still it was forced and he smiled coldly at me, rubbing his erection against me harder. Bastard.
He leaned in for a kiss and I bit his lip. He jerked my arms, making me cry out into his mouth. I tasted his blood and somehow it made it more erotic. There was no resisting his kiss from then on.
Trancelike I sucked his tongue, he fumbled with his zipper and parted his pants and boxers with his free hand. His cock was rock hard, dripping with precum. No one would mistake how much my forced submission aroused him. He slammed his cock inside, hitting my womb and I screamed into his mouth.
I came almost instantly as he ground himself into me, gifting me with a drawn out orgasm. This was about me now, he patiently delayed his pleasure, forcing mine on me. Just when the shudders stopped he reared his hips back and slammed back in.
It was violent and painful but I wanted it that way. I didn't want it to be my choice, I didn't want the responsibility of surrender. James came quickly and I felt like he shuddered and spilled inside me for hours, but it was over too quickly.
I would be bruised on the wrists and inside the next day, but I didn't care. I had enjoyed that, to my humiliation.