Reagan fought her tears of shame as she realized that he wasn't going to be satisfied with only taking her virginity. Lucas had an agenda and she had no idea what it was. She did know that her ordeal was far from over.
Chapter 5
Lucas thought if only every business deal could end up with him fucking a gorgeous virgin. He sat back, utterly amused at the sight of Reagan pretending she was sleeping. Her long blond hair was in a glorious array on the pillows, her stomach dotted with his sperm. Between the juncture of her thighs, he saw more of his cum mixed with her virginal blood, seeping out of her glistening pussy. He couldn't resist and dipped a finger into her sticky warmth, coated it, and then wiped it on her lips. Reagan jerked and opened her eyes, betraying the fact that she wasn't sleeping.
His eyes were trained on hers when he said, "I'm going to release you, Reagan."
A wave of excitement filled her. Maybe she had been wrong and it was over after all and she could try and forget this hateful assault had ever happened — try to convince herself that she hadn't enjoyed it.
In one fluid motion, Lucas rose from the bed exposing the dips and planes of his athletic body. Despite the fact that this man had just force-fucked her, she had to admire the perfection of his body. He had to have worked out every day to develop a physique like that she thought. Each muscle in his body was beautifully defined. Her eyes were suddenly drawn to his cock, streaked with a mixture of cum and her blood. She remembered how full she felt and the violent orgasm that rocked her body in oblivion and her pussy twitched as if it yearned for more. Jesus, Reagan! It was purely her body reacting, her body's reflex to stimulation.
Lucas chuckled and snapped his fingers bringing her gaze to his face. He looked amused as if he knew what she had been thinking. "I'm going to let you wash up." He said, as he leaned over her, and unlocked her restraints around her wrists. Reagan sat up and rubbed her wrists. "Take as long as you like but only take a shower, not a bath.”
She walked to the bathroom and noticed the knob was missing and turned back to look at him. Lucas shrugged his shoulders and gave her a gesture with his hand to enter. She turned on the water for the shower and stepped in.
**
Lucas walked to the intercom on the wall and pressed the button. "I hope you're there Aiden."
“I’m here.”
"Did you watch? Listen?"
"Oh God, yes," Aiden sounded excited.
"I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did." Lucas grinned to himself.
"Fuck you, Lucas. I want my piece." He growled into the intercom.
"Once we finalize the deal and sign on the dotted line, you can have any piece of her you like. The night is still young and there is much more play to do. Oh and bring me up a bottle of bourbon with two glasses." Lucas pushed another button, locking the intercom on transmission only.
Before Aiden and Reagan's parents died in the car accident, Lucas' father, Rex had acquired over twenty different land deals with Sean Lynch, Aiden's father, and Reagan's step-father. When Aiden took over the business Rex and Lucas watched as he slowly drove it into the ground and thought what a fucking disgrace it was. How disappointed his father would have been if he were still alive. When Lucas came along and initiated a take-over bid, he knew that Aiden would sell what was left of the company without a blink of an eye. He had been screwing things up for the last year and it showed in the earnings reports. When Lucas Ferris made the offer, his father, Rex, ordered his team to propose a half-hearted counteroffer. And so it began.
Lucas dragged out the negotiations on purpose, carefully calculating the right moment to see if Aiden would jump on his request. At one meeting, Reagan had slipped into the room, making every single man straighten up in his seat. She wore a white sheer, billowing blouse unbuttoned to the waist which revealed the tight tank top and a short skort skirt. Lucas had carefully been watching Aiden for a very long time when it came to his behavior with his step-sister.
"Reagan, what a nice surprise," Aiden would say and smile. Lucas wasn't surprised. He had arranged her entrance and it wasn't uncommon for him to use his step-sister's striking beauty to distract his business adversaries. He nodded with approval when he noticed her nipples were erect. She would stop short as if she hadn't known that the room would be full of people.
"I'm so sorry. I thought you would be ready to leave by now, Aiden. I didn't mean to interrupt."
Lucas stood, enjoying the view before him. "Not at all, Reagan. I think everyone here would agree that this type of interruption is quite welcomed." Reagan smiled as Aiden made the introductions. Aiden also noticed Lucas’ interest in Reagan and agreed to have dinner with them that night.
The following day, Lucas had insisted on a private meeting at their family estate in La Jolla, California. When Lucas arrived, he didn't waste any time and handed Aiden a thick file. "Take your time reading it over. I'll have a drink in the meantime." Lucas said, pouring the amber liquid into a glass.
Aiden had read the documents twice and looked over at Lucas. A wicked smile pulling at the corners of his lips. "You fucker!" He said, walking over to Lucas and then slapped him on the back. "I'll do it, but change it to a few hours and I get second dibs."
Lucas drained the last of his drink and laid the glass down and reached out for the file. "You sick fuck. Deal’s off." He tucked the file under
his arm and headed for the door.
"Oh come on now, Lucas. Jesus Christ. She’s my step-sister, not blood."
He turned and stared at the piece of shit. "I'll give you one more chance. Don't be fucking stupid. I want her for twenty-four hours to use as I wish. Not an hour less or an hour more. In exchange, I will defer to every single original item that you listed during the initial negotiations, and pay the full purchase price."
Aiden didn't hesitate as the smile crept across his face. "She’s a virgin, you know," Aiden said shrewdly. "Five million for her cherry."
Lucas stood still, not even blinking an eyelash. "Insane."
"Ok, two million then. I guarantee she'll be worth it."