The Criminals Series Book 2
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Mariah Sinclair
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Sutton, a woman with a troubled past, is offered a job by the wealthy and enigmatic Caleb McIntyre. Desperate for money, she accepts, only to find herself entangled in a complex and intense relationship that blurs the lines between employment and desire. As Sutton navigates Caleb's world of power and secrecy, she must confront her own feelings and the dangerous truths that lie beneath the surface. Will Sutton find a way to balance her heart and her survival, or will Caleb's dark past consume them both?
Chapter 1
Book 2: Cruel
SUTTON
“My brother’s looking for some extra help. Someone who can cook and clean, help out around the house. And he’s rich, so he’ll pay well. I know you need money.”
Something in the tone of Miranda’s voice told me she was leaving something out, but I was at the end of my rope and she knew that.
We’ve discussed my predicament numerous times. She was aware of the debt I was in and my desperate need to swim free.
After placing a hot pan in the steamer, I pulled off my oven mitts and looked into her eyes across the glass casing that separated the food from me and the customers.
I’ve gotten to know Miranda somewhat, through our chats when she came in for lunch. We were friends, but no matter what, we would never be real friends.
She was rich and worked for a prestigious law firm; I worked in a deli, with limited education and no future ahead. To her, I was worthless, disposable. Just another forgettable face in the crowd.
One day, she wouldn’t let up on why I was stuck working at a shitty little deli when I was such a talented cook, so I bluntly told her about my past.
I had fucked up when I was younger. Dated the wrong guy, who decided to steal a car and bring me along with him for the ride.
Since I was legally an adult at the time I was convicted, I ended up doing community service with a permanent record that has ruined my life and blackballed me from ever having a real career.
“I doubt your brother is willing to hire a felon,” I answered Miranda, laughing at the notion. Looking away, I refocused my attention back to my hands spooning out the remainder of the mashed potatoes into a fresh tray.
“I’ve already told him all about you, and he’s fine with your history. As part of your working agreement, you would be living in his home rent free on top of a more than suitable salary.”
Miranda reached down into her purse and pulled out a business card, handing it to me over top of the glass. “If you’re interested, here’s his card.”
She didn’t wait for a response, instead pushing her tray down toward the register to pay for her salad. Miranda didn’t need a response; she already knew my answer before I did.
I read the card in my hand:
Caleb McIntyre
CEO of McIntyre Property Management
112 West Street
Baltimore, MD 21239
Along with the information was a website and phone number. I placed it in my pocket and returned to work.
When I got a chance, I googled the website and Caleb McIntyre. It turned out he owned numerous rental properties all over the state and was filthy rich.
He was also the most gorgeous man I’d ever set my eyes on, making me strongly consider looking more into the job.
All day throughout work, I kept pulling the card out of my pocket, staring at the phone number, contemplating what I should do. The offer was too good to be true. There had to be a catch.
After my shift, I went home and laid the card with my phone on the coffee table. After a shower, I got dressed in a pair of sweats and took a seat in the living room, staring down at the number some more.
I debated whether to call. I looked to the left of my phone, and there sat a pile of bills covered with PAST DUE stamps on the front, along with my eviction notice telling me I had thirty days to vacate.
It didn’t take me long to pick up my cell and dial the number.
“Caleb McIntyre,” a husky, stale voice answered.
“Hi, this is Sutton Danvers. I was referred to you by Miranda about a position. I was wondering—”
“I’m aware of who you are. Be here in an hour. I’ll text you the address,” Caleb said stiffly and then hung up before letting me speak another word.
That must have been the catch—the man was a dick. I saw now why he was single. At least, that’s what the internet said, and I believed it.
The address he gave me was only ten minutes away. I threw on something more presentable, a business casual dress, dabbed on a little bit of makeup, and rushed out the door to my car.
I was hesitant to go, but I didn’t really have a choice. I wasn’t making enough to live off of, and I was going to be homeless in less than a month if I didn’t take this job. That’s if he even offers it to me.
I pulled up to the address a few minutes later. The house—or should I say, mansion—was magnificent. It had to be worth at least a million dollars, if not more.
It was very private, way off of the main road not near any other houses.
I was nervous before I got there, and now I was petrified. From just the brief conversation I had with Caleb, I was discouraged by his desolate tone.
It wasn’t like he would give me a job just out of pity. He could afford to hire the best chefs around. Why would he want me? After walking up to the door, I rang the bell.
In less than a minute, Caleb was standing before me. “Come in,” he said in a deep monotone voice, with straight lips and an icy stare.
I stepped inside and closed the door behind me. He walked around, standing behind me. I was trembling; the man was intimidating with just one glance.
He was better-looking in person. The pictures online did him no justice. Even with his cold eyes, he was undeniably attractive. His body was built, his hair an umber brown and finely groomed.
His face was flawless with striking features. He looked like a model, not a middle-aged millionaire businessman.
He said nothing, and neither did I. He took hold of my hair, weaving it in his fingers and tugging my head back.
A surge of arousal shot through my scalp down to my sex. Instantly my panties were drenched.
His other hand reached around from behind me. His fingers began inching up my thigh under the hem of my dress, finding their way to my center.
His fingers pushed the middle of my panties aside. As soon as they situated between my swollen lips, I was ready to fall to my knees. His touch was so electrifying.
I didn’t care that he was rich, I didn’t care that he was mean. In fact, his dominating coldness turned me on. I wanted to fuck this man. I was desperate for his cock, so I let him continue without objection.
Caleb began to rub back and forth in the crease, letting out a growl of approval and satisfaction from my moistness. He liked how wet I was for him, easily dipping two fingers inside my depths, and started thrusting.
I was panting and moaning, searching for air. Holy shit, this man is addictive. I needed to rock into his hand.
The intense motions made my pulse race, and the veins in my wrists throbbed frantically at an unhealthy rate.
He pumped his digits in and out, their long thickness curling up in my walls and causing friction against my spot. I was delirious with greed, longing for the orgasm tearing away inside of me looking for escape.
Moaning and mewling, I was about to combust. But then he removed his hand, causing me to let out a whimpering cry of disapproval.
Caleb reached into his pocket and removed a condom. Then he unhinged his belt and pulled down his pants, no boxers underneath, leading me to believe fucking me was his intention from the beginning.
But I didn’t care. I was too preoccupied admiring his beautiful cock. It was big and thick, standing up hard and tall, and it was about to be in me. That was all that mattered.
He removed his shirt, exposing his solid contoured chest. His body was shaped like a god. I wanted to run my fingers all over it. The sight of him naked was so tempting.
“Ride my cock,” he instructed as he tore open the foil and rolled on the latex cover. He took my hand and pulled me down on the floor with him.
I removed my panties, then straddled myself over him while he positioned his shaft and guided it into me as I settled on top. I shuddered in anticipation, desperate to feel the pleasures I knew were coming.
Grabbing the back of my neck, Caleb pulled my lips to his and began feasting on my mouth. Hungrily, our tongues tangled in a glorious frenzy. His kisses were the best I’d ever tasted.
I started grinding down on his cock, my fingers digging into his chest as he madly thrusted upward. My walls clenched him tightly.
I was whimpering and crying into his mouth as we devoured each other. His cock moved inside me with such power, causing enrapturing sensations to travel through my body.
He fucked like a wild animal, and it felt ridiculously amazing. Savagely, he pounded into me.
My pussy welcomed the assault. I was falling over the edge, my entirety locking up in a tense clutch. My spasming muscles were fighting for redemption as they clung to his cock, swelling around the thick girth.
Gratification ripped out of me, my climax meeting its resolve in convulsions. I screamed out in completion, immersed in elation.
Caleb’s hands came behind me, flipping me over without removing himself. I was now on the bottom, my back on the floor, and he started slamming his cock up inside me with raw, primal thrusts.
He placed one hand on the front of my neck, slightly choking me, and the other on a breast, firmly clutching and increasing my arousal while he fucked me brutally.
I loved it. I loved the way he rammed his dick with urgency, the way he slammed against my pelvis, and the sounds of his balls smacking back and forth onto my fold.
Whatever made this man so icy cold, he used it to fuel each hammering thrust. He worked himself between my legs like a madman tearing away at whatever got in his path.
It was cosmic, it was orgasmic, it was insanely pleasing, the more he hammered and withdrew.
His hands were pressed down on the floor, and my arms were curled underneath his, my hands pressing securely into his shoulders.
I locked my legs around him, pushing his ass into me with the heels of my feet, greedily taking whatever he was able to give, swaying my hips back into him with every thrust.
I came two more times before his muscles clenched and he made his final thrusts. The heat of Caleb’s radiating breath burned into my skin as he grunted into my neck and shuddered in relief.
He lifted himself off of me, removed the latex, and tossed it in the waste bin next to the front door.
Walking off naked, never looking back, his hollow tone still the same: “You start tomorrow at noon. Good day, Ms. Danvers.”
What the fuck just happened and what have I gotten myself into?
