Malicious Compliance Chapter One

Growling in frustration, Edward dropped his cell on the end table and ran his hands through his hair. It was the third time in the past week he'd heard the same gossip from one of his friends. She was out there every night, at every party, trash talking him to anyone who would listen. And hadn't he seen the picture proof of who she was hanging out with every night? Her social media pages were public, and he was weak enough to look. Her new boyfriend was a finance mogul with an eight-figure inheritance, exactly the opposite of tattooed, motorcycle riding, aircraft mechanic Edward.

He shouldn't care. They hadn't been a couple in a long time, but when he heard how his name had been in her mouth—repeatedly—it just reminded him of what else he used to put in her mouth. Mind blowing sex had never been their issue. Their issues were money and jealousy. Every man in her vicinity tended to flirt, and she never discouraged them. No, she welcomed it. She flirted back. And when he asked her to quit, to respect their relationship, she'd laughed in his face and told him if he earned more money, he'd deserve more respect. That was back when he was a mere auto mechanic, before the opportunity for a better job came along. Eventually, enough was enough and he'd left her to save his dignity.

His phone buzzed again, and he groaned. Without looking at it, he made a decision. He hadn't planned on going out, preferring a night alone to a fancy party in the city, but she'd forced his hand. Since he was going to the trouble, he might as well do it right. After slipping into a button down and dark jeans, he stood in front of his bathroom mirror and slid his favorite silver rings over inked knuckles. Though he ran his hands through his hair, there was no mastering the mess. A spritz of cologne and heavy black boots were all he needed to be ready to go.

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Bella felt him before she saw him. It was freaky the way her body tingled in awareness any time he was near. She did her best to ignore him, to lean in to the man standing by her side. Nothing he said registered; there was a whooshing sound in her ears that drowned out everything else. But when he smiled, she smiled. He chuckled at his own joke, and she giggled, touching his forearm with her manicured nails. His suit cost more than her monthly salary. He'd bought the slutty dress she wore. But the heels were hers, six inch stilettos with siren red bottoms to match her nails.

The man was arrogant and often dull as fuck, but he was rich and enjoyed spoiling her. They'd been to a different party every night that week alone, and he'd given her a new dress for each event. Bella wasn't stupid enough to think it was true love for either of them; she'd had that once, but then she'd fucked it up with her immaturity.

When she spotted Edward at the other end of the long white room, she couldn't help biting her lip. He looked fucking hot. There was no taming the disarray of his hair, his black dress shirt open enough to show off a smattering of chest hair and swirls of ink. Long, slender fingers wrapped around a crystal tumbler, and Bella had to swallow at the mental picture of what she knew he could do with those.

When his eyes lifted and met hers, the space between them dissolved until there was nothing but his piercing green gaze. Suppressing a shiver, Bella murmured an excuse to her date and escaped up the stairs. Fewer people milled around on the second floor, and she needed to catch her breath. Zeroing in on a bathroom, she pushed her way in and turned to close the door.

The fingers she'd just admired curled around the edge of the wood, his rings clanking as he forced it back open. Stepping back, Bella felt a tremble begin low in her belly as he came in and locked the door behind him.

"Did you think I wouldn't hear the shit you've been saying about me?"

Already wet from the heat in his eyes alone, she lifted her chin in defiance. "I don't give a fuck if you did."

"Yes, you do." He moved, his height and the scent of his cologne sending her into overdrive. "You're nothing but a liar."

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Edward knew it was a mistake to follow her, but she'd always been his greatest weakness. The sight of her fawning all over her date with his custom suit and ebony skin pissed him off. Rumor had it he was nothing but her sugar daddy, power and wealth exuding from his pores. Precisely the type of man she'd want to flaunt in her ex's face.

With no clear goal in mind, Edward followed her the minute she walked away. Alone with her in the huge marble bathroom, he knew he'd end up doing something stupid. He was just too far gone to care.

"You always had something harsh to say, always had a lie at the ready."

Crossing her arms over her breasts, she retorted, "Since we're not dating, why does it bother you?"

"My phone is blowing up every day thanks to you."

"Can't handle it?" she taunted.

He stalked forward until she was forced back to the shower door. "You knew what you were doing."

Their faces were a breath apart. Her perfume beckoned him until he leaned down, running his nose along her throat.

"What exactly was I doing?" There was no denying the breathlessness in her voice. It only made him want her more.

"Hoping to get a reaction." Unable to help himself, he opened his mouth against her fragrant skin.

Her legs shifted until one of her thighs pressed tightly to his growing erection.

"Did you wear this dress to tease me?" he asked, running his hands along the skin of her exposed back.

The responding moan was all he needed. Grabbing her wrists, he pushed her arms above her head and pinned them to the glass. Trailing his fingers down the sensitive underside, he reached the top of her plunging dress and yanked it down.

"Were you hoping I'd do this?"

With her bare tits exposed to him, he licked and suckled her nipples. Running his hands up her legs, he hiked the dress to her waist and never let up on his onslaught of her firm white globes. She brought one foot up to hook around his calf, tossing her head and arching her back.

"You were," he accused.

Staring at the red flush covering her pale skin, he felt the way his chest heaved. He needed to be inside her.

"I had no idea you'd be here," she finally responded.

"You lured me with your words. Your actions."

"It's not my fault you read into what I said."

Standing mere inches from her, he let his gaze roam. Her silver dress was bunched at her waist, her torso bare and her tiny thong visible. She hadn't dropped her arms, and she glared from narrowed eyes.

"Really? You didn't think I'd respond to you telling mutual friends that I'm not good in bed?"

"That's not what I said."

"Then what did you say?"

Dropping her arms, Bella leaned in until her mouth was at his ear. "I said we used to burn it up, but now you can't get me off."

"You're not mine." The feel of her teeth scraping along his earlobe was too much. He gripped her hips. "It's not my job to get you off."

"What if I want you to?"

"Uh uh. If anything, you owe me."

"Oh yeah?"

He didn't expect her to actually do anything, but she sank to her knees in front of him.

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Bella had no argument because she knew he was right. She'd antagonized him in the hope he'd come find her. They'd never fit right when they were together, but she missed him. Without hesitation, she tugged on his zipper until she could pull him free. Moaning at how it sprang up to greet her, she licked her lips and wrapped them around the head of his cock.

Edward threaded his hands into her hair, thrusting his hips forward. Bella swallowed when she felt him hit the back of her throat.

"Fuck. You're a naughty girl, sucking me off while your sugar daddy waits for you downstairs."

For some reason, that turned her on more. She used his hips to guide him, feeling her arousal pool, threatening to overflow her thong. Edward pushed his thick cock further down her throat, so she relaxed and invited him deep.

"You want my cum in your throat, naughty girl?"

She moaned, and he pulled all the way out before slamming back home. It made her gag, but he did it again.

"You wanna feel it slide all the way down, hot and dirty?"

She did. She really did. Craving the taste of him, needing to make him come, she reached up and fondled his balls, stroking the sensitive skin underneath.

"God dammit, Bella."

She hummed, and he lost it, pressing her head close as streams of hot cum shot down her throat.

By the time he released her, they were both panting. He yanked her up, sandwiching her body between his and the shower stall. Mashing his lips to hers, he devoured her, his tongue as far in her mouth as it could go. It was her turn to pull his hair, to gasp and moan in desperate need.

In seconds, he had his hand down the front of her panties, cupping her pussy. She had to bite her lip to stifle a scream, and then he pulled her thong down her legs. Kneeling in front of her, he picked her feet up one by one and slid the panties over her shoes before rising with them hanging off his finger.

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Despite the orgasm she'd brought him, he needed her more rather than less. He wanted to bury his cock inside her until he hit her cervix, choking the fuck out of her until her cunt spasmed around him.

Instead, he met her gaze with the pathetic excuse for lingerie swinging on his forefinger. With a grin flashing across his face, he pressed his opposite thumb to her chin until she opened her mouth. He stuffed the scrap of fabric inside, wedging the length of his body along hers.

One hand wrapped around her throat and squeezed while the other dipped low again, creeping two fingers into her dripping pussy. The moan she let loose was guttural, sending another jolt of arousal to his aching cock. Keeping his eyes focused on hers, he curled and stroked until she rewarded him with muffled cries. Her legs shook, and he added a third finger, pumping them in and pulling them out to circle her clit.

Adding pressure to her throat, he dropped his head to suck on her neck. It made her squirm, her arms flailing along his back and shoulders. "When you go back downstairs and join him, you'll wear my mark."

A keening sound met his ears, and he grinned. She was so close.

"But the next time you're in his bed, you'll remember who brings you this much pleasure, baby. Who fucks your mouth, who chokes you just right, who makes you cream your panties."

Smirking, he stepped away, sticking out his tongue to clean off his fingers.

Her brows drew together and she spit the thong out. "Why did you stop?"

Edward shrugged. "Looks like you were right. I can't get you off."

Despite the raging hard on, he fixed his pants and unlocked the door, listening to her sputter in disbelief behind him.

100% worth it.

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Austin