The Enforcer's Sister

Chapter Five: Jessica -Wild Cat

Eventually, he ceased his attempts to resist, seizing my hips and guiding my movements in sync with his own. The rhythm he set was neither gentle nor rough, and for the first time, I experienced genuine pleasure from the penetration. His thumb tantalizingly teased my c**t, and our gazes locked as he thrust into me. He persisted until I reached my first climax, leaving me shaken and gasping for breath.

Suddenly, he forcefully flipped me over, pressing me face down onto the bed and pinning me down. With a firm grip on my wrists, he controlled my movements, his other hand firmly gripping my hips. The details became hazy, but the echoes of my pleasure-filled cries reverberated through the hallways. Victor Donovan thoroughly ravished me, and I savored every minute of our encounter.

Afterward, he rose from the bed and casually walked towards the connected bathroom. With a nonchalant tone, he uttered, "I almost regret having asked your mother to marry me, it would have been fun to have a wildcat in my bed every night. But your mother is equally good. Help yourself out, Jessica, and don't speak a word of this to anyone."

My sense of triumph quickly crumbled when I realized my mother had acted faster than me. I seethed with anger. Growling like a wounded cat.

Several weeks later, my mother's wedding to Victor took place in his living room, with a judge and one of his guards as witnesses. That evening, I stumbled upon my mother in the woods, smoking and tears staining her pale face. It was then that I discovered Victor had manipulated my mother into signing some papers, leaving her with no rights or claims to anything he owned. He had achieved his victory—he had won my mother and me as his playthings for as long as he lived.

Driven by my newfound motivation, I became deeply invested in meeting Victor's only son, Archer Donovan. He had been on an extensive trip, conquering territories on behalf of his father. I seduced every piece of information I could from the guards I had entangled myself with. However, my online search for Archer yielded no results; it was as if the heir to the Donovan empire was nothing more than a myth.

But one fateful night, while standing on the balcony of my room, I witnessed a breathtakingly beautiful man emerge from the pool in the far corner of the west wing of the estate. He stood there, completely naked, and my heart skipped a beat. Though he was alone, I was introduced to Archer Donovan from a distance as he engaged in a passionate encounter with a girl on the pool grounds.

Even from where I stood, I could hear her cries of pleasure. I found myself drenched with desire, yearning to be in her place. I was willing to do anything to make that happen. Through my investigations, I discovered that she was his college girlfriend, which gave her an advantage—she had attended college, unlike me. She possessed beauty, but so did I. It was the one positive trait I inherited from my mother.

Before Archer's return to the estate, Victor Donovan always dined alone. He never shared his meals with my mother or me. Therefore, I assumed that now that his son had come home, he might consider introducing us, at the very least. I woke up earlier than necessary, dressed, and headed downstairs, timing my arrival to coincide with when Victor would be preparing for breakfast. However, as I neared the entrance to the dining room, I encountered four guards stationed there. Disregarding them, I proceeded toward them, but they quickly formed a human barrier, blocking my path.

"Mr. Donovan is having breakfast with the boss," one of the guards informed me.

"Yeah, duh, get out of my way," I retorted, annoyed.

"Sorry, Miss, he instructed us not to allow anyone to disturb them."

I despised his condescending tone. It served as a stark reminder of the insignificance my mother and I held in Victor's eyes. Determined to make him see me differently, I reached for the gun concealed in the guard's waistband and pressed it against his stomach. Standing uncomfortably close to him, I whispered, "Move out of my way, or your friends will be cleaning your guts off Victor's marble floor."

The guard swallowed hard, growing pale, his eyes widening in surprise. Just then, the door swung open, revealing Archer standing on the other side. His hazel eyes met mine with an icy stare.

"You must be Jessica," he stated, his voice deep and low—a mesmerizing baritone that exuded both sexuality and a chilling aura.

"Hello, brother," I greeted him, flashing him a broad smile. "We finally meet."

"Hmm…" Victor Donovan's voice resonated from behind Archer. "Threatening my guards is both unladylike, Jessica, and dangerous."

"He was in my way, Daddy," I replied, redirecting my gaze toward Victor. I noticed a nerve twitch in his neck, and his eyes darkened with a dangerous intensity.

"Join us then," Archer invited a subtle tug at the corner of his lips. His expression remained stoic, making it difficult for me to gauge his true intentions. I realized at that moment that Archer Donovan was not his father, Victor Donovan, and I needed to tread carefully.

In the nights that followed, my dreams were consumed by the passionate encounters with Archer Donovan. It was frustrating to have him so close, yet unattainable. Seeking solace from Victor was no longer an option; my mother always had her grip on him. But I cornered him in the elevator one time, like a wild cat, I went on my knees, unzipping him, he didn’t try to stop me. His eyes were cold and soulless, but I didn’t let that get to me. My lips spread in a triumphant smile when he let out a grunt as I wrapped my fingers around his aroused shaft and put him in my mouth. He grabbed me by the shoulders, scooped me up, and slammed my back to the steel walls as he f****d me. My triumphant laugh soon turned into strangled moans.

Consequently, I resorted to stalking Archer's girlfriend, meticulously gathering information about her until I discovered a vulnerable moment to corner her alone. She worked as a paralegal in a prestigious law firm and resided in a charming apartment located in Brook County's affluent district. Every morning at around 5 a.m., she would go for a run before heading to the office. Archer would send a car to pick her up three times a week—on Monday night, Wednesday, and Friday. On those nights, her moans of pleasure would echo in my mind, intensifying my determination to eliminate her.

Four weeks after Archer's return, I set out early in the morning, searching for his little plaything. I patiently waited for her to leave her apartment and silently trailed behind her. Oblivious to my presence, she provided no resistance as I caught up to her, pressing the gun to her head and pulling the trigger. She crumpled to the ground like a discarded rag. "Archer is my future, and you were standing in my way," I muttered coldly, observing the pool of blood forming beneath her lifeless face. Her widened, lifeless eyes bore the shock of her abrupt demise.

She was my first victim, and surprisingly, it shook me to my core. But I knew it had to be done. Eventually, Victor Donovan's empire would pass on to Archer, and I was determined to be the woman by his side.

Returning to the estate, I patiently waited for the opportune moment to approach Archer. Two days after eliminating his previous companion, I ventured towards his part of the property, hoping to find him alone. The entire place was engulfed in darkness and silence. I had observed his arrival a few minutes earlier, so I knew he should be there. However, there was no sign of life. Just as I was about to retreat, a faint moan emerged from the nearby woods, capturing my attention and redirecting my gaze.

In the dim light, I glimpsed the silhouettes of two figures: a woman bent over and a larger figure thrusting from behind. My heart tightened. I was certain it was Archer, but I couldn't discern the identity of the woman he was with. I concealed myself, determined to discover her identity. Anger surged within me as I listened to him engaging in intimate acts with another woman. Was he not supposed to be grieving for his deceased lover?

It soon became clear that Archer Donovan was insatiable, indulging in a string of casual encounters. I was resolute in taming him and making him mine. The following night, I joined him during one of his nude swimming sessions. Capturing his attention, I shed my clothes and entered the pool. He froze, observing my approach. Standing closely, I reached out as if to grasp his manhood. In a swift reflex, he seized my wrist. My chest heaved with a mixture of fear, anticipation, and desire.

"I've noticed you watching, trailing me," he uttered, raising his free hand to trace his fingers along my skin, sending shivers and an electrifying thrill through my veins. I breathed softly through parted lips as his touch teased my erect n*****s, gliding down my abdomen, and between my legs. He drew closer, gently caressing my intimate area, sliding a finger inside me, then another, and another. I gasped as he leaned towards my ear and added, "All you had to do was tell me you wanted to f**k, little sister. No games, no lurking in the shadows."

I had experienced some level of control with Victor Donovan, but with Archer, it was a different story altogether. He was rough, distant, and merciless. He forcefully pushed me against the pool wall and took me from behind. Tears welled up in my eyes as conflicting emotions swirled within me. The power he held over me was both terrifying and disarming. My desire went beyond the Donovan empire; I craved Archer in every way, body, and soul. I wanted him more than anything, and I was willing to eliminate anyone who stood in my path. His naive nurse had no clue what she was about to face. If I caught even a hint of Archer becoming entangled with her, she would find herself buried beneath the rose garden, where Archer's late mother held her most cherished flowers.