Beautiful Betrayal (The Ravenhead Corporation Book Two Page 4
See, I’m not an Oxford student. I’m also not a student of Chemical Engineering. No, that was Professor Marx’s task. I’m not in this alone, they made sure of that. Professor Marx was Maxwell Cunningham’s best friend, and they were well aware of that which is why they threatened his wife. So now, poor Professor had to keep his wife alive by helping me complete the job and making sure I got out with the information they wanted without getting caught.
Who are they, you ask? Catchfire.
The first time I'd heard the name, I had been called on a job to Italy. I was sent to gather information from Guiseppe Conde. He was a thief who had stolen intel on some Bitcoin company and I was tasked into seducing him and downloading the files off his laptop. Luckily, the guy was a lightweight. All he needed were a few good shots of vodka and the help of a little pill and Mr. Conde was knocked out within the hour. I had managed to download his entire portfolio and left without anyone thinking the wiser.
On the plane ride back to England, I discovered the website. The black net was filled with twisted websites and vile conglomerates. When I came across Catchfire it didn't seem like much, just a place where sinners resided. A place where money was easily given away if you knew how to play the game. I was making bank, sure, but I wasn't doing it for the money. No, I was doing it for the game. Sure, the money was good, but what really amped me up was the thrill. I was a sucker for dangerous liaisons. Who would bite first? Who could I bring down? I offered my services to some of the darkest men out there, and sure enough one caught the bait.
The Client is what he called himself. He never did give me his true identity which was nothing to be disconcerted about in my world. I knew he was testing my talents at first. I wasn't stupid, I could tell by the jobs he was offering. Stealing small items, mostly passwords, and names. But as I went deeper I found there are secrets you're better off not knowing. I worked with them for a whole year and during this time the fuckers had found my true identity.
On the darknet I went by Queen Glitch, in the real world, I was Victoria Petrov, daughter of Anatoli and Rebekah Petrov. My mother was a housekeeper, my father a small businessman. I was eight years old when my mother left my father. I remember that day clearly, how they fought, how she cried, how she had called him a liar.
After she packed all her things she crouched down beside me and told he’d watch over me from now on, that my Father had more to give to me than she ever could, but she was so wrong. With tears in her eyes, she said her goodbye, and to this day I never heard from my Mother again. I remember asking her why she was leaving, and she simply said, "One day, Victoria. One day you will ask the question and hopefully, the truth will not destroy you as much as it has me."
I was too young, too naïve to ask any questions. My father wasn't the man my mother had described, nor did he have any clue how to take care of a child. Instead, he'd brought me over to England with the pretense that we were sightseeing. On that trip, he'd simply handed me over to his friend, Nick "The Bulldog" Reece, a man who knew even less about children than my father.
Nick was an underground boxer, a good man, but we lived a hard life in Hackney, London. Nick made a killing in the ring, fighting at York Hall in Bethnal Green. Most of the pro-fighters started out there and Nick was a fierce fighter. I remember sneaking in to watch him, memorizing his moves, he threw solid punches that would put a man to his knees in just a matter of seconds. When he found out I was always hiding around the ring he took interest in me. After that, I had front row seats to every fight and he took it upon himself to teach me the survival skills I needed to live in the slums of England.
Nick wasn’t the sensitive sort, nor was he the coddling type. He knew what it took to grow up poor and among the gypsies and gangsters of London. Pickpocketing was a skill I picked up quite quickly. As the bystanders would join in the crowds and Nick would put one fighter after the next down, my tiny hands were busy learning the art of thievery. As I grew older he told me that my beauty was power and if I used it to my advantage I could rise among the sullen crowds and get whatever I wanted. He knew that my beauty was an advantage and it gave me the power to manipulate and a way to get ahead in life.
He wasn’t wrong. As I grew older I found I could get much more with my looks than just a few simple items or pounds. Men would give up anything I wanted with just a giggle or a wink. Men were too easy and I found out rather quickly that I could get anything I wanted from these men as long as I gave them the attention they were lacking at home.
My wiles became even more profitable when I found a job as an escort with Exotic Temptations. It was an exclusive site mainly for men to find female escorts. The job wasn’t bad, I’d cling to their arm, go to their events, keep them company, but they’d never get a taste of me. Ever. I think the chase is what got them coming back for more. Promise them everything and leave them hanging.
But life turns to shit rather quickly, and the money wasn't coming in since I wasn't willing to sell my body. One of the girls I worked with had a contact in the darknet, these people were supposedly connected to big-time dealers that paid good money. The rumor was that all you had to do was gather information for them. By the time I turned twenty-three I had perfected the art of thievery and I gained my clientele rather quickly. But that all went to shit with Catchfire.
That’s why when the offer came in to infiltrate Ravenhead I had made a final decision and I declined it. I was a thief, but I wasn’t stupid. As soon as they’d uncovered my identity, I disappeared. A week later, and I got a picture of my father tied to a chair, blindfolded and beat to a pulp. The threat was instantaneous, and the offer was on the table. If I continued to decline, my father would suffer the consequences.
The task seemed simple at first. Get into Ravenhead, get the blueprints and get out. But after studying the infrastructure and the history of Ravenhead and its security, I was going to need another way in. And then it came to me. A six-foot-two-British accent that runs like hot molten chocolate off his tongue and a set of deep blue eyes that unnerved my soul-way in. Maxwell Cunningham was it, an infallible feat since I didn’t know if he was willing to play the game with me. Oh, but he was. He was my match in every way possible. After that night I knew I was the one who had taken the bait. I had become infatuated with the man in one night of passion. A man who didn’t deserve my deception. A man, who in truth, distracted all my senses with one simple glance.
I knew exactly who he was when I met him, and I was a good enough actress to feign shock when we were re-introduced. This is what I was hired to do. This is what would save my family. What I hadn’t expected was his powerful touch or his incredible kisses. A body built for sin and sin is what he gave me. I couldn’t help but give into it, to want it…to want him. I thought I could do this. That I could get what I needed and leave my heart at the door. But now, in his arms, I knew nothing would quench my thirst. He’d done something to me, something vicious, something unwarranted. He’d made me feel and I didn’t want to feel. I couldn’t. That’s not what I was sent here for.
I moaned into his kiss and the sound triggered something fierce in him. I yelped as he turned me around, propping me onto the edge of the desk, my thighs sliding back onto the rich mahogany. I gasped as his hands roughly edged my skirt up over my waist and his low growl made me flood my panties.
“Max,” my words were meant to stop him, but how was I supposed to stop a man who clearly wanted to devour me. His eyes were fervid and hungry and it only made my body react even more feverishly. My legs spread for him and I groaned as his fingers teased the wet spot on my red satin knickers.
“Look at that?” He breathed, inhaling my obvious scent of arousal. “Looks like kitty wants to play.”
“Ohhhh,” I breathed as he brushed the seam aside, and his tongue delved right through my slit. He wasn’t teasing me this time, he was preparing me.
I squirmed, trying to push him away, trying to gain some control back, but who the bloody fuck was I kidding. The man knew how
to eat pussy like a God. I covered my mouth holding in my scream, my legs quivering as his tongue rimmed my hole and he pushed the tip inside. He curled it upwards and I swear I could see stars. It felt so fucking perfect.
“Yes,” I moaned as my legs flew up and he pushed down on my thighs, spreading me wider as he flattened out his tongue and lapped at my pussy hungrily, twirling his tongue around my clit until I was a whimpering wet mess on my boss’ conference room table.
When his lips caught my clit and he sucked me in, that…that was my undoing. That point of shattering on his tongue drove me to say the next words.
“Fuck me. God, fuck me!”
He didn’t wait for another plea, he was already at my core, his hot cock gliding through my wet lips. “Beg me for it. I want to hear you say it,” he whispered into my mouth and I moaned.
“Yes. Yes, I want your cock in me. Stop teasing me, give it to me.”
I was demanding, and he was aggressive and that’s exactly what I needed. Hooking his arms under my thighs, he yanked me towards him, my ass on the edge of the desk. He raised my legs, his hands gripping my thighs and then he stopped. Looking into my eyes, a challenge gleaming in those blue hues, he dragged the tip of his cock along my clit gaining desperate whimpers from me as I squirmed beneath him.
He smiled wickedly before he spoke. "Tell me, sweetheart, how familiar does this feel?”
We both moaned as his thick cock sunk into me. My pussy eagerly swallowing him up, feeling his girth stretch me and mold me onto him. My swollen lips enclosing him within my tight depths. I melted into him, my core dripping with need and I gave him what he wanted. I gave him, me.
“This is how I want you,” he breathed. “A wanton mess on my cock. Those pretty lips whimpering my name,” he grunted as he slid his cock in and out of me. Smooth thrusts that kept me suspended in ecstasy.
“Yes,” I breathed. “Yes. Just like that, Max. Don’t stop.”
I wrapped my arm around his neck, leaning back on my right elbow as my legs wrapped around his waist. He growled into my ear and I could feel his need in every thrust. The desire coursed through both our bodies, elevating us to do elicit little deeds on conference room tables. The fact that at any moment that door could burst open, only excited me further.
I threw my head back as he slammed into my body, grinding his pelvis against mine as he drove himself inside of me. “Fuck, that’s good. That’s so good, Max.”
“Ohhh, I know it’s good, Beautiful. It’s fucking perfection,” he groaned and continued to fuck into me. “Such a dirty little slut made just for me.”
"Oh!" I screamed out and he covered my mouth, leaning me onto my back as he continued to drill his cock into me. He looked so sexy above me as he bit his lip, his groans of pleasure only make me juice up his dick so he could use me further. This was what I came here for, this was what I secretly craved. A man who could drive me to the craziest of heights and force me to take that leap with him. Oh, but it was such a powerful force, one I couldn't deny even if I tried. And I didn't even think about trying.
I cried out into the palm of his hands as the head of his pulsing member rubbed against the top of my pussy. I stared back at him, my eyes widening as the orgasm snuck slowly up my legs until I was shuddering and lifting in his arms. He groaned as he forced his cock into me, fucking me through my orgasm. Short bursts of his cum filling my unprotected womb, but I didn’t care. It’s not like he could get me pregnant anyway. I had dealt with that little inconvenience years ago. There were no worries, just pleasure as his cock throbbed and pumped load after load of his seed deep inside of me.
I quivered in his arms, my legs trembling from the power of the orgasm. “My God,” I breathed as I stared at the ceiling.
He slowly lifted himself off me and I immediately felt his loss. I almost reached out for him but thought twice. Instead, I slowly sat up, my mind spinning as I watched him tuck himself back into his slacks. He lifted my underwear from the floor and fondling the material, he looked at me. He brought them to his nose and I felt my pussy clench as he inhaled me.
“Such sweetness,” he winked and placed my silky undies in his jacket pocket.
“I’m going to need those back,” I challenged him.
He smirked. “You can get them back anytime you want them, little girl. All you have to do is ask.”
“I want them now.”
He strode up to me and ran his hands up my thighs making me shiver. “Can’t get enough, can you?”
“Arsehole,” I breathed into his lips and the insult only made him smile.
“We’ll work on that part of your anatomy later.”
I stared at him wide-eyed and shoved him away. My pussy was drenched and as I wiggled my skirt down, I gasped. The feel of his cum sliding down between my thighs made me clench them tightly together.
He smiled knowingly and grabbed my chin, bringing my head up to look at him. “I won’t be kept from what’s mine.”
“I’m not yours? I’m not property to be owned.”
He gave me a sly smile as his eyes roamed the length of my body. “I already own you, Sweetheart.”
“Ha!” I crossed my arms over my chest as I faced the truth, knowing he wasn’t entirely wrong. I looked up at him, defiance in my eyes. “You’ll never own me.”
His eyes softened as they searched mine. "I'll have you as my own, Beautiful. But only if you'll have me as well. Only then."
His gentleness stirred me, and I watched as he dipped his head and turned away from me. His shoulders heavy and his stance tense.
“Let’s go. We’ve got plenty to do before I take that sweet pussy again.”
I let out a sarcastic laugh as I brushed past him, head held high. "That will never happen again."
He reached out to grab the and as he leaned in, he nuzzled my neck. “We’ll see about that, little bird.” Giving me a smug smile he opened the door and ushered me out.
4
VICTORIA
I followed him through a maze of hallways, quietly assessing and memorizing the passages and what keycards were used at every door we entered. He had access to the whole building as did Lucian and Drake Archer. My pass would only have access to specific offices and I wasn’t allowed to ever enter his office unsupervised. The objective was easy, steal his pass.
We walked down the corridors until we reached a secluded area. He was speaking to me when he punched in his keycard number, but I was able to catch the last four numbers. I chastised myself for being so in tune with his movements and for my focus to be taken by his big cerulean eyes. A large metal door opened and lead right into the manufacturing assembly area. The Aeronautics facility was immense, and I couldn’t help but gawk at the sight of over sixty powerful fighter jets moving down the assembly line. I was in awe of the extencity of their facility. Prototypes of weaponry lined the next space and it was facility after facility of weapons being built that lead up to an open terrain that went on for miles. Ravenhead even had its own airfield.
I was glad Max had gotten a golf cart for us because I wouldn’t have made it even ten minutes of walking in my heels. He’d given me a wolfish smirk and a smart arse remark as his gaze ran down my legs. “As much as I do love those heels, especially when they’re in the air, Miss Petrov, I believe its best you leave those for the office the next time we’re down here.”
“Well, if I would have been told that I was going to get a full tour of the grounds then I possibly would have come more prepared.”
He nodded, giving me a sexy lopsided grin. “I believe you came exceptionally well.”
“Tosser,” I mumbled as he chuckled under his breath.
“She’s isn’t what you expected, is she?”
“Not in the least bit,” I whispered as I followed along while he pointed out offices and introduced me to his management team. I was in awe of all the engineering and intricacies that took place to build just one fire jet.
“Do you think you’ll be able to handle it?”
We were standing in his office. Big broad windows ran the length of the office and overlooked the entire facility.
“Can they see you?”
He smiled. "No. I'm completely invisible up here. It's great, they never know if I'm in or not, so I always keep them on their toes. Besides, Drake has cameras set up in every nook and cranny." He slid his hand around my waist and guided me to the windows pointing out cameras in all corners of the facility. His voice rumbled in my ear as he pressed his nose into my neck while he spoke in a soft, hypnotic cadence. It soothed me and calmed all my nerves as I leaned back into his broad chest. He smelled of expensive cologne mixed with an undertone of his own personal male scent that made me bite my lip and hold my breath.
“You smell so good,” he nuzzled my neck and I felt him breathe me in. I couldn’t help but shiver against him.
“You’re good at changing the subject.”
“You’re good at distracting me,” he chuckled.
I smiled and slowly turned away from him and towards the opposite side of the office where floor to ceiling windows looked out to miles and miles of tree-line. It was an absolutely spectacular view. Ravenhead was amazing, and as I contemplated my circumstances I felt my legs nearly give out on me. The severity of what I was about to do was finally clawing at me. It was inevitable to feel a bit nervous, but this…this was surreal. I wasn't playing with passwords or wives trying to get alimony from their husbands while catching them in the act, I was playing with fire. Legitimate fire and morally speaking, what I was meant to retrieve was not meant for the better good, it was meant for destruction and would be used as such.
“Are you alright?” His tone was filled with concern as he stared back at me. His deep blue eyes had a tendency of making me want to reveal more of myself then I should, making me yearn to tell him all of my secrets. Maybe I should tell him. Tell him there’s a threat looming over Ravenhead, a threat that has me caught in the crossfires and I desperately have no clue what to do.