by V Vee
“Every inch of you is delicious. You’re soft where I’m hard. Silky where I’m rough. Every place on your body is somewhere I want to look at, touch, kiss, bite, suck, and love on, forever.” I stared into her eyes. “You are gorgeous… and you. Are. Mine.”
With that I gripped the cheeks of Heaven’s ass tightly, smacking them gently, then with increasing force as she continued to grind and move atop me. My eyes rolled as her moans washed over me, joining my growls in a symphony only we could create.
I was going to ensure she came again and that it would be so much harder than any other she’d ever experienced. I bit her lip and let her head roll back. I wanted none of that. I needed her eyes to remain on me. To keep our connection. To ensure she was with me, agreeable, engaged, all the way until the end. I reached my hand out to her hair, gripping it and bringing her eyes back to mine. My hips thrust up harder and quicker into Heaven’s more tentative grinds and movements downward. When I sat up, she wrapped her legs around my waist as best as she could, her slit tightening around my engorged cock as her orgasm roared over her, neither of us losing sight of the other. Joining together.
One soul.
One spirit.
One heart.
Heaven wrapped her legs more firmly around me, as I moved her onto her back on the bed. I remained inside her, as I crawled further up the bed. I searched her eyes with my own, once again communicating so many things neither of us was brave enough to say at that moment. Heaven grabbed the sheets the moment I started to rock into her. I shifted my thigh to wedge beneath her, as I thrust deeper and harder into her body.
I grabbed her hand, untangling it from the sheets, and laced our fingers together. My other hand going to her wide hips. She squeezed her legs around my waist, locking them at the ankles.
“Fuck,” I groaned, and Heaven whimpered. The sound of her surrender caused me to quicken my pace, but only slightly. I was determined to drag this out. To take this slow. To brand every inch of Heaven’s body with mine. I slid my hand from her waist down to the bed, in order to grab the sheets, then the pillow her head lay on. With a flash, my lips were on hers. I sipped from her mouth, trying my damndest to share her breath, to give her mine. I gave to her because she was giving to me. Trusting me with something as precious as her body.
And hopefully her heart again.
I pulled my cock out to tap it against her clit, before wrapping an arm around her and sliding back into her. I placed gentle, quick kisses all over her face as I drove into her with powerful thrusts. Heaven planted her feet into the mattress and curled her toes. It felt so good to have her tighten around me, unlike anything I’d ever experienced before. It was better with each stroke. Shoving out all the other women I’d slept with since leaving her. Every other fuck I’d ever had. I took her lips once more, kissing her deeply, feeling as if I would lose her again if our mouths weren’t melded together.
Once again, I rolled onto my back, bringing her with me. I sat up, her large breasts swaying in my face. I reached for her waist, even as I took one of her dark-brown colored, almost black, big nipples deep into my mouth. She rode me to the rhythm I’d set.
Hard.
Fast.
Deep.
In.
Out.
In.
Out.
Harder.
Faster.
Oh god.
She was so fucking tight. It felt too good. So perfect. Proof that she was made just for me. I had no idea how I’d lasted this long, her pussy holding my cock in a vise grip. I grit my teeth, willing myself to hold on just a little bit longer. I knew I would never get enough of Heaven, that had been evident the first time I’d ever had her beneath me, our senior year in high school. But the wonder of watching her mouth drop open in a silent scream as another orgasm started to crash down over her was one thing I wouldn’t dare miss. I would watch for as long as I could hold on. Heaven started to roll her body, as I thrust up into her, the two of us too far gone to do anything more than simply gasp, hiss, and groan.
I released a growl and sat up, wrapping my arms around her. I buried my face in her neck as pleasure swamped me. I continued my strokes inside her body, her walls sucking at m shaft. She was coming again, and I knew I was not going to last through this one. I lifted my head to lock eyes with her. I wanted that connection again when I came inside her. Her eyes told me she knew how I felt, and I was humbled once more. I wiped at the tears on her cheeks, shivering when she turned to pull my fingers into her mouth with a suck. I took her lips with mine again, tasting her along with the salt of her tears in my mouth. Her body began to shiver and tremble around my cock. Wanting to fall over the edge with her, I lifted my hips harder and faster, planting my feet into the mattress. There was no more holding back, we were going over the edge together. Our spirits colliding into one another. Our souls fusing. Our hearts breaking and re-stitching themselves until we each had half of the other’s organ residing in the other’s chest.
I roared my release as I pumped deep inside her. I wanted my seed inside of her, dripping down her thighs. I wanted to be there to watch her belly to grow with my child. I wanted to make many more kids with her.
I needed to make up for what I’d missed.
It was the most intense orgasm of my life. I cupped her face in my hands, running my thumb across her bottom lip as we both gasped for air.
I kissed Heaven’s forehead before falling back onto the bed, easing her down with me. I wrapped her in my arms and held on tight. She snuggled her face into my chest and my stomach flipped. I forced my hands not to stroke her body, keeping them on her back, or on the back of her neck, or in her hair. We both needed to recover before starting anything again.
“Eddie.”
“Heaven,” I responded, once I could breathe again.
“I wanted to come back to you sooner but…”
“I know,” I told her, leaning over to kiss her forehead.
“No. You don’t,” she shook her head.
“Okay, so tell me.”
“It wasn’t just that he threatened you, and Ava, and Ashley, and me. It’s that… if I didn’t do what he wanted, and sometimes even when I did, he would make me have sex with him.”
I frowned and sat up to stare down at her.
“He would make you have sex with him?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“You mean… the bastard raped you? And you stayed with him?”
“Hey!” Heaven sat up quickly, pointing at me. “You don’t get to judge me! No one gets to judge me. Until you know what it’s like to realize that you’ve become so dependent on one person, that they have isolated you from your community, only allowing you small spurts of time with them. Until you know what it’s like to be made to feel guilty for questioning the person you’re in a relationship, to find yourself apologizing to them for something they did to you, when your reaction to said offense made them feel bad… you don’t get to be all incredulous with me.
“He made me feel as if I needed him. As if everyone else in my life was too busy, too stressed, too broke to help me. He reminded me over and over that you’d left me, and he would tell me that he wasn’t like you. And I was sooo mad at you that hearing that made me feel better. I would tell myself, okay, yeah, he’s kinda rapey, and a little verbally and emotionally abusive, but he hasn’t left you. He’s raising Ashley like she’s his own. You’re lucky to have him. Even when I knew it was complete bullshit.”
My heart clenched in my chest hearing her words. And while I wanted to tell her to stop talking, I knew she needed to finish.
“And I was so relieved when you got back, you know? My knight-in-shining armor, but I need to be a good example for our daughter. I need to show her that I’m strong with or without you. With or without any man. I’ve allowed myself to be diminished, used, abused, demeaned long enough. And I know it’s all because of that bullshit with my parents, but it stops now. So I’ll let you and your friends be the scalpel, all
you want, but when it comes time for that bullet to be put in his head? That’s all me.”
I just stared at her for a long moment in complete awe. And after that speech there was only one thing I could say.
“I love you.”
It completely encompassed everything. It let her know that she was it for me. My destiny. My forever.
My equal.
From now until we took our last breaths, I would always be honest with her, just as she was with me. I would make sure there was never a question about how much I valued her. Respected her.
How strong I thought she was.
And she would never forget who she belonged to. Or that I belonged to her as well. We were meant to be.
Long moments later, after cuddling a little more, offering each other small kisses and whispered promises, I helped her pull her gown back on, pulling the zipper up her slender back, covering up all of that delicious brown skin.
Her hair was a mess, but she could always blame that on the chaos that had taken place inside. Her makeup was smudged, and she could always blame that on her quest to find Zander. But one thing she wouldn’t be able to explain?
The fact that I’d taken off her engagement and tossed it somewhere in the room.
Fuck that ring.
And fuck Zander too.
I wasn’t waiting any longer.
After what Heaven had just told me, it was time for that bitch to die.
Chapter 18
The O’Sullivan Mansion
3rd Home
Garden
Heaven and Zander’s Engagement Party
Take Two
Eddie
Okay. I felt better.
So much so that I’d left Heaven to find Zander on her own, knowing that Cage and Khan would look out for her, while I stepped out into the garden to process what she’d told me.
So… my old friend was an abusive, rapist asshole.
Good to know.
I wouldn’t just be helping my woman get her freedom from him, I would no doubt be helping a lot of women either get their own, or to stay safe. I could almost hear my fellow Devil Dogs cheering me on in my head.
Adrenaline thrummed through my veins.
I couldn’t wait.
And when I heard the footsteps entering the center of the garden where I stood, I knew I wouldn’t have to wait for too much longer.
I turned around, a smile on my lips and looked down at the Beretta Zander was holding in his hand, aimed directly at my heart.
“Is that any way to greet an old friend? Especially one who simply came to pay his respects on your impending nuptials?” I taunted him.
Zander growled. “You and Heaven must think I’m really fucking stupid.” I have cameras every-fucking-where! I watched as you treated her as a whore… again! I even heard her moaning your goddamn name. You. It’s always fucking you! You were chosen as Class President. You were picked to be quarterback. You were Prom King. You were Homecoming King.” He reached up with both hands and gripped his hair.
“You are fucking poor, white trash! And yet, no matter how much money my parents and grandparents donate, you keep fucking winning. You keep beating me. I am a goddamn O’Sullivan. We do. Not. Lose.”
I just kept watching him, not wanting to alert him to the fact that the entire garden had filled with not only Cage, and Khan, but also Nia, Carrick, and Heaven, who all faced off against the twenty men who worked for him and were squaring off against us.
Hmm… twenty, plus Zander, that’s twenty-one against our six. Aww, someone won’t be able to take out as many as the rest of us, but at least they have a decent chance.
“This time though? I’m guaranteed to win. Because you know what? Not only am I going to kill you, but I’m going to make sure it’s slow. And while you bleed out, I’m going to fuck Heaven next to your dying body. Then once I cum? I’m going to blow her fucking brains out all over you…
“Then I’m going to raise your fucking bastard child up as an O’Sullivan, and when she’s old enough? I’m going to do to her what my father and grandfather did to the McCarthy girl. The darkie. I’m going to sell her to the highest bidder.”
That.
That right there was when Zander signed a check his ass just couldn’t cash. I was going to slice the skin from his body, before I let Heaven put a bullet in his head.
It was time to show Zander just how much of a loser he really was.
Zander
I saw it. The moment I’d finally gotten to him.
Ohh… already protective of the brat, huh? Good to know.
I glanced up into the trees at the hitman my grandfather had hired and gave him a slight nod.
This fight had been a long time coming, but finally, finally, Eddie and I were going to finish this.
And I was guaranteed to win.
Because I had a sniper named Sig up in the trees waiting for my signal.
Chapter 19
The O’Sullivan Mansion
3rd Home
Garden
Heaven and Zander’s Engagement Party
Heaven
Oh yeah. Zander fucked up.
Big time.
I saw Eddie’s hands ball up into fists and I knew that this time there would be no separating the two dueling foes. Somebody was going to die.
I just hoped Eddie remembered his promise.
After the disgusting words Zander had just spewed, I was really looking forward to killing the bastard.
I wasn’t sure how these things worked, battles between two opposing forces, but before I could ask Nia, someone—from Zander’s side—shot in our direction, and like that, chaos exploded. I pulled out the gun and the machete that Kynan had trained me to use and threw myself into the fray.
I’d never thought I would have to use these weapons, and especially not on the night of my engagement party, but as I worked my way through the throng of bad guys, my gaze repeatedly flying to where Zander and Eddie fought with their fists, I was glad I had learned. My gold dress was stained with blood, my hair had come down from the chignon I’d pulled it into.
I ducked beneath the arm of one of the guards, spun around, shot him in the back, and sliced my machete across his neck.
I didn’t take off his head. That took a lot of effort and strength, but I’d done enough damage that he hit the ground, blood spurting from the wound at his throat, as he gargled and choked on his own blood.
I nodded, then turned back to see who I could help.
There were bodies all over the place, none of them ours—thank god—and more and more I was seeing some of Zander’s men retreating.
Fucking cowards.
Carrick spit on one of the corpses and shook his head.
“There is no loyalty in the O’Sullivan clan. A McCarthy would never have run.”
“Aye,” Niamh agreed, her voice taking on an Irish brogue that was surprising to hear coming from her beautiful, full lips and that ebony face. “A McCarthy would have stayed until all enemies were slaughtered or they were killed in battle.”
Before any of us could respond, movement on the side of the house caught our gaze. Zander’s family: his grandfather, grandmother, father, mother, aunts and uncles were all running for the idling town cars.
I made a move to go and deal with them, only to stop when Carrick grabbed my wrist. He nodded in the direction of Eddie and Zander. Zander was a bloody mess, strips of his skin hung from his body, and Eddie wasn’t done.
“You have a job to do. They are Nia’s to deal with.” With that, he squeezed my arm and took off after his wife.
I nodded and turned back to Zander and Eddie.
Zander was sobbing and I walked over to him, the train of my gold dress dragging and trailing in the grass. I stepped over dead and dying men, their pleas for help and curses at me little more than background noise.
I walked up until I was pressed against Eddie’s side.
He tugged his gun out of his waistband and handed it to me.<
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“H-Heaven. Y-you k-know I d-didn’t me-mean what I s-said. I w-was j-just mad. J-jealous…” Zander whimpered.
I stared at him, tilting my head to the side as I stared at his mutilated body. My scientific brain wanted to take notes, and for a moment I worried that I’d become a sociopath, but as I thought about what Zander had done to me, what he’d planned to do to me… to my daughter… I knew I wasn’t the problem.
He was.
And with that I lifted the gun and pointed it right at his head.
“This is really better than what you deserve. But I just want you gone. I want you to stop haunting my dreams. I want to live with, marry, and have babies with the man that I love. I want Eddie and I to raise our daughter together. And you? I want you to burn in hell. Mother fucker.”
And I squeezed the trigger…
Two seconds after someone else.
There was one gunshot wound to Zander’s head, and crimson bloomed on his chest from the second gunshot. I looked down to make sure I hadn’t been hit and saw a small hole in the tree behind and to the side of me.
I gasped and looked up and around, trying to find out who else had shot Zander, but the only thing I saw was the twirl of the skirt of a red dress as the assailant turned and disappeared into the darkness on the side of the house.
Charlene
Nobody pissed off grandfather.
Zander had fucked up too many times for our grandfather to overlook his many errors. So many times he could have killed Eddie Steele. So many times he’d been close enough to a McCarthy to either kill one or to do damage to the family.
So many years wasted when he could have married Heaven Jones and brought “The Boss”, my dear old sister, to her knees.
But it was no matter. I was still useful to grandfather, and so I had been sent to make sure that my cousin was actually dead.
