Twisted Pieces (Back Down Devil MC #5)(7)

Mr. Strokner put his hand to the folder. “One of the guys was in prison for murder.”

“Murder? Seriously?”

“Murder,” Mr. Strokner said. “This is a folder I have on him. Just information I like to keep. You know, friends, enemies, business opportunities. I’m an obsessive kind of man, Jordyn. I’ve lost my wife and my daughter. I have everything in the world, but nothing inside my heart. It’s a horrible feeling. A horrible way to live. So I keep the memories alive in my own way.”

“May I see the folder?” Jordyn asked.

“You can see,” Mr. Strokner said. “But you can’t look inside.”

Mr. Strokner turned the folder. Jordyn looked at the picture and licked her lips. The guy in the picture was breathtakingly sexy. Clean cut face with a steel like jaw. A well defined chin and little defiance in the way his lip looked ready to curl. His eyes were ice blue and the picture was sexier by the fact that it was the guy’s mugshot.

“Who is it?” Jordyn asked.

“His name is Jace. But like I said, this is my side project. Not really part of your job.”

Jordyn stared at the picture. She wouldn’t mind meeting Jace in person. Before Jordyn knew what she was doing, she looked up.

“I can help with that part too,” Jordyn said. “If you’d like.”

“I’m supposed to just trust you?”

“You’ve trusted me this far. Sir.”

Jordyn knew her words were perhaps a little threatening. Then again, Jordyn had no idea how far she could go if she ever decided to tell anyone about Mr. Strokner and his advances. Chances were he had friends and lawyers that would sweep it all under the rug. Or maybe he’d get this motorcycle club to kill her.

Jordyn looked at the picture of Jace again. She wanted to fear him, but a warmth went through her instead. Reminding herself that he was just in prison for murder did nothing to calm her body.

Mr. Strokner turned the folder back around and nodded. “Well, I must admit, Jordyn. When I first hired you, I thought I’d f*ck you half a dozen times and then toss you to the curb with a few thousand dollars and a piece of advice. But I like you. You really are as smart as you think. You listen. You ask. You push.” Mr. Strokner patted the folder. “I’ll keep your offer in mind. But we must now get down to business.” Mr. Strokner sat in his chair and adjusted his tie. He touched his legs and smiled. “Come here, Jordyn.”

That’s what Jordyn feared.

She slowly walked around the desk. Mr. Strokner offered his hand and Jordyn took it. He pulled at her.

“Come sit on my lap,” Mr. Strokner said. “I want to feel you against me. I want you to feel how hard I am.”

Jordyn swallowed. “The folder… if you want…”

“Fuck the folder,” Mr. Strokner growled. His grip tightened. “Are you going to defy me?”

“Of course not, sir.”

Jordyn slowly sat down on Mr. Strokner’s lap. She felt him hard and bulging. He wasn’t very big, but Jordyn knew he wouldn’t care about that. He’d get what he wanted out of this.

Mr. Strokner’s right hand came around Jordyn. He pulled her close, pressing her back tight against his chest. His right hand crept down her body and tugged at her skirt.

“Pull your skirt up,” Mr. Strokner whispered.

His breath was hot and bitter. The feel of his breath against Jordyn’s ear made her jump. It was out of disgust, but for Mr. Strokner, the movement felt good. Jordyn felt him almost throbbing, like he was ready to go already. If there was any good to take from all this, it was that Mr. Strokner couldn’t contain himself. He couldn’t hold back. So this wouldn't last long at all.

But this was a different moment right now.

Mr. Strokner wanted Jordyn’s skirt up. So Jordyn complied and pulled her skirt up, just like before. And yet again, Mr. Strokner groaned when he looked over her shoulder and down, seeing her bare skin. Jordyn hated herself for taking care of things down there. But it was her body. She wanted to be smooth and clean. It was better for touching and enjoying… but not for Mr. Strokner to touch and enjoy.

“My goodness, Jordyn,” Mr. Strokner whispered. “It looks so f*cking delicious.”

When Mr. Strokner put his hands to Jordyn’s bare legs, she tensed up. She didn’t want this, but she didn’t know how to make this stop. Not without getting fired... or hurt. She had the feeling that Mr. Strokner was the kind of the man that would get everything he wanted, no matter what.

“Don’t worry,” Mr. Strokner said. “I won’t touch you. I want to, so badly. You can feel that, right?”

“Yes, sir.”

“If I was going to touch you, I would have,” Mr. Strokner said. “But I won't yet. I want this moment between us to build. I'm going to knock down the wall you have up, Jordyn. You’ll be begging for my cock soon enough. I know it.” Mr. Strokner smelled her hair. “Did I ever tell you about my daughter?”

“Yes…”

Jordyn felt Mr. Strokner pulsing in his pants. These moments were perhaps the worst. When he’d think of his murdered daughter and it would make him… more needy.

“You remind me of her,” Mr. Strokner whispered. “But I think you’re more beautiful. And that sweet body… touch it, Jordyn. Touch yourself.”