His Desire by Ana Fawkes Read Free Book Online Page A

haven’t sold my heart for a dime, like Jonathan Black has.”
    “He said you stole from him,” I whispered.  “The meeting yesterday…”
    “I took what was mine,” Oliver Rush said.  “I took what I earned, what I made.  He abandoned the company after losing our biggest deal.  He couldn’t handle being second best to someone, so he chose to walk away.  I had to move on too… it’s just business.  But you, Isabella Grace, you’re life.  You’re love.  You’re everything.”
    Oliver Rush began to breathe heavy and his head turned just enough to tell me he was going to kiss me.  I couldn’t do it, I couldn’t have actual contact with him.  I would either scream, cry, or kill him myself.  The man didn’t speak a word of truth and as he got closer to me, I could see it in his eyes.  He was a feeble attempt at a bully.  He’d take me and he’d use me.  He’d use me to attack Jonathan Black again and again. 
    His lips were a second away from me and I needed to get out of this.
    “Take me,” I whispered.
    Oliver Rush paused.
    “Take me,” I repeated.  “To the bed.  Just take me…”
    “Of course,” he said.
    His hands touched my hips and I wanted to squirm away but I didn’t.  I walked with him.  He walked backwards and I walked forward.  We walked to the bed and I thought he was going to pull me onto him.  That would have been bad.  At the last possible second, Oliver Rush turned and sat me down on the bed.  He stood before me and began to play with my hair.
    I took heavy breaths trying to keep my emotions in check.
    “Look at you,” he said, “look what Jonathan Black has done to you.  He’s lied to you.  He’s sucked you in.  He’s hurt you.”
    I opened my mouth but there was nothing left to say. 
    “I would never hurt you,” Oliver Rush said.  He half smiled and his eyes blinked.  It was a pure lie.  “I’ll care for you until the moment my life is taken away…”
    “Yes,” I said.
    “And don’t you worry about Jonathan Black either.  He’ll be taken care of.  Perhaps a little accident is in order.  Then he can rot in a grave where he belongs.  He can feel what it’s like to be chewed to pieces and be blood sucked.  He could feel what it’s like to tear life…”
    Oliver Rush’s mouth fell open.  His eyes rolled in their sockets once, twice, then he looked at me.  His lips started to come together like he wanted to speak but couldn’t find words.  We both looked down at the same time and that’s when I saw the small patch of blood on his white shirt.  He touched his stomach, his fingers sliding into the wet mess of crimson spreading on his shirt.
    I gasped for air and watched as Oliver Rush started to turn.  Jonathan Black stood behind him, wearing a pair of black leather gloves, holding the end of a knife.  He’d lined it up perfectly behind Oliver Rush and I could only imagine the damage the stab wound had done.  Jonathan Black walked Oliver Rush away from the bed, towards the wall.  He smashed him against it and Oliver Rush let out a small grunt, a dying grunt.  Jonathan turned the knife, over and over, until Oliver Rush finally lost his balance and started to fall.  That’s when Jonathan took the knife from Oliver’s body and let him fall.  He then rolled Oliver to his back and using both hands, he drove the knife into Oliver’s chest, right through the heart.
    Dead.
    “Dead,” Jonathan Black said.
    Dead.
    Oliver Rush was dead.
    Murdered.
    By Jonathan Black.
    Murdered.
    With my help.
    Jonathan turned towards me and came to my aid.  He wasn’t able to touch me but just having him a foot away actually comforted me. 
    “Are you okay?” he asked.
    “I don’t know,” I replied.  “I… don’t know.”
    “You’ll be fine,” Jonathan said.  “We need to get out of here.  I’ll hold you, Isabella Grace, until your fear is gone.  He can’t hurt anyone now.  Nobody will ever hurt you.”  Jonathan lifted his