by Ellie Jean
Fuck…
I lift my chin and roll my shoulders. My eyebrows raise in question. “None? I thought you’d have supplies.” I turn and flop on the bed. Taunting him. Showing him what he could have been balls deep in. My knees drop to the side, exposing me. “I guess this is going to go to waste then.” Tilting my head to the side, my fingers slide through my pussy showing what’s left of my earlier orgasm. One digit after another, I lick them. My tits are heavy, and a slow burn is gathering momentum in my belly and clit.
Challenging him with my eyes, his predatory gaze spears me. He licks his lips and grins an almost vicious grin. I push my tits out farther and pull on one of my pebbled nipples.
Goddamn, I have no self-preservation.
He is like a grizzly bear. Protective but still ready to rip me apart, limb from limb.
Steadily he strides toward the bed, never taking his eyes from his prey.
Slowly his hand lifts, revealing a gold foil packet.
Shoot…
“One left.” A roar sounds deep within. Tearing the foil, he rolls the condom on painstakingly slow. Hungry eyes match mine. “Are you done playing games now, Tiger?” Smooth and controlled, he stands in his full naked glory, not touching a single hair on my body. Yet, I’m erupting like wildfire under his intense stare. The pull is severe.
Holding my whimpering body still, he lowers his legs onto the bed, making it dip.
“Tanner…”
In one swift movement, large hands catch my ankles and pull me toward his cock. He wraps them behind his waist, opening me wider to impale me on his dick.
I sound almost pathetic as I moan, loving the inches inside me.
“Is this what you crave?” Fingers grip my waist and he pulls me farther onto him. “Tell me, Tiger, is this what you want.”
Lifting my hips more, my eyes roll into the back of my head and he hasn’t started moving. His hips start to roll, and I’m lost.
“Hmmm.”
“Words. I need to hear them.”
Sliding his rod in and out at a slow pace is driving me insane.
“You and your words.” I almost snarl. I open my eyes and the smirk on his face lets me know he’s teasing me, taunting me, but there’s an undertone of tension in his eyes. My foot feels like it’s ready to stomp but instead my chest pounds as he pushes in deep at a different angle. Gently he moves my waist, controlling the depth and the place he hits inside me. My eyes roll back in my head, craving more of him. “You know I do. But I need it harder, faster.”
“Yeah, well I want to explore every part of this perfect cunt, so you will have to deal with what I am giving you.” He stays at the same pace and my jaw almost hits the floor. He’s fucking serious.
Something’s different.
The rise and fall of my chest is increasing, bubbles are forming deep within my belly. My body is weightless, like I’m taking off in a plane and the wheels have left the tarmac. Floating but slowly, perfectly climbing.
My tits start to move as the rhythm increases slightly. I won’t leave his eyes. They watch me intently, his lips soft but his neck muscles strain as though he’s holding back. Firm shoulders stay taut, but the grip on my ass tightens.
I have to move. Lowering my hips, I try to force his hand. I rear up and try and push his ass toward me. The fire is lapping up every ounce of oxygen in this room, swirling around us both. Sweat is beading on his forehead and my cleavage is shiny with moisture.
“You deserve this.” Control is written all over his face.
“What? To be tortured?” It comes out breathy. Even though this is slow, it’s swallowing me whole.
“No…Hotcakes. To be worshipped. To be adored. To be shown reverence.” The words are coming out of Tanner’s mouth, but it’s so unlike him. This is something new. Something for only me?
Flying dangerously close to the sun, he uses his expert fingers to flick my clit and I’m torched. I burn, I explode and scream in pleasure. The intensity overrides anything I know. My pussy has a death hold on his cock, yet he manages to keep moving.
Pumping into me, spearing me. Fucking me, finally. My hips move with his grip all while my head is spinning above the clouds.
Relentless in his pounding, the straining in his shoulders, flexing his arms so his tattoos ripple with each movement mesmerizes and tantalizes me. I want to eat his lips, devour him completely like he has done to me. I’m melting again and my body is gaining momentum ready to hit heights never seen before.
“Fuck,” booms through his bedroom and Tanner stills before releasing and jerking back. His neck arches back, driving his cock inside me, hitting my heart he’s in that deep. Rainbow colors take ahold of my eyes and I am soaring again.
Moving back to his languid pace, rolling his hips, his body lowers onto mine. My eyes lock onto his dark ones. He presses his lips to mine, tugging my hair, deepening it. Tongues swirl and then he nips at my lip. My breath was already non-existent, I’m now running on fumes.
“I feel like I’ve just been claimed.”
Tanner runs his tongue along my jawline, biting my neck and earlobe. I’m numb except the shivers are felt in my toes.
“Good, cause that’s exactly what I was doing.”
Three hundred and twelve hours Liza had been breathing past her use-by date.
And we were still no closer to finding her.
Three hundred and twelve hours of keeping Crystal prisoner in my apartment was grating on everyone’s nerves.
“Give me something. She can’t just disappear off the face of the earth. Someone has to know something.”
Our office was only a few floors below our apartments, and we had been working every angle for thirteen days.
“We’ve got men searching for her. If she shows her head anywhere, we will see it and then…Boom…” Ocean lays back comfortably in a black leather chair, ankles crossed.
“You’re not having to deal with a hysterical woman who wants freedom.” I was on my third cup of coffee and I wanted something stronger, but it was only ten a.m. I need to be alert if things go down. “Tell him, S. Or C, shit, your women must be riding your asses too?”
We’d gone on lockdown. No women out of the apartment until Liza and all associated with her in any way of taking over LA was dead. Caden and Lace decided to join us back here in the apartments to keep us all as a unit. Stronger if something should happen. There wouldn’t be any second chances. No switching sides. They would be obsolete. But this meant some very cranky, irritable women were starting to lose their patience.
“It’s working fine for us.” Caden grins like a fucking Cheshire Cat. “Fucking when I’m there. Trying to get my swimmers to do the deed.”
I roll my eyes like a pussy. He can’t be serious. “What?”
“Lace wants a baby, so…” He looks at his phone and then places it in his pocket. “I’m enjoying every fucking second of it.”
“Baby Cadens running around, shit.” Ocean slaps him on the back. “We’d better get this fucker taken care of then.”
“Yeah, good news, man.” Slate pulls him in for a bro hug and I do the same. “Wildcat is behaving for the minute, but the feisty look in her eyes tell me she’s almost over being held captive. Being told what to do isn’t one of her strong points.”
We all burst out laughing. “And with them two, together, who knows what shit they are starting to plan.”
“Isn’t your dick capable of satisfying Crystal for long, T?”
“Fuck you, O. I’m taking extremely good care of my Tiger, but even it has its limits when she’s stomping around the rooms, throwing things, shouting and cursing ‘cause she needs to be in the office to make her fucking dresses. Being balls deep is the only rest I get from her evil twin.”
Slate’s phone goes off and he takes it.
“I’m thinking of letting her go to her warehouse and office with security and then back here when finished. Nowhere else.”
“Do you think she will be happy with that; ‘
cause we all know following directions isn’t something she is capable of.”
“If the rules were broken, punishment would be dished out.” My dick swells thinking about what to do to her luscious body.
“That was Kyle.” Slate grins at me, and I snarl.
“What’s that fucker want?”
“You could be a little more patient when it comes to Kyle, he did tend to Crystal when they were kidnapped.”
When it comes to hearing Kyle’s name, I instantly start boiling with rage. “She wouldn’t have been taken if she stayed with me. He allowed this to happen.”
“You pushed her away with your overbearing caveman ways.” Ocean doesn’t hold back. We know how to push each other’s buttons. “He was there to pick up the leftovers.”
“Caveman ways that will fucking keep her safe.” Shaking my head, I light up.
“He needs Emerald at work to help out for a few hours. She can only do this shit that needs doing, so I’m going to take her down there after lunch.”
“Have you spoken to him about his gambling yet?” Caden’s grim face tells the seriousness of it. He’s on a slippery slope. Slate’s watching, but someone needs to intervene before the wrong guys get their hands on him.
“It’s not a conversation I’m jumping out of my skin to have.”
“Better that, than your brother’s dead because he owed the wrong people money. He probably thinks ‘cause you’re fucking his sister, he’s untouchable.”
Rain bangs against the large glass window, distracting me from C.
“He possibly is. But that doesn’t stop wanna-bes from taking out an easy target, trying to make a name for themselves.” Slate will do what he can to save Emerald being crushed.
“He’s fucking old enough to look after himself anyway.” I stub out the butt and move on. Kyle needs to shape up or face the fucking consequences. “But hell, S, allowing Wildcat out is going to create a world of pain for me. How do I explain this to Crystal?”
She’s not going to back down. Her claws will be out to rip my throat apart if Emerald gets to leave and she doesn’t.
The door pushes open. “Good morning, boys.” A sweet voice echoes around the concrete walls.
Four heads whip to the doorway and our girls march in.
“And how the fuck did you get out of the apartment without telling me?” A warning is evident in Slate’s tone. Or could it be the fierce flames stabbing Emerald.
“We have our ways.” Crystal walks next to Lace and Emerald fluttering her fucking eyelashes.
“And we have ways to make you talk.” I grin at the possibilities.
“You can’t hold us prisoners any longer,” sticking her hip out, hands on them, she demands.
“Oh Crystal, how wrong you are.” I almost snigger but refrain. “We can do what we want.”
Emerald links arms with the girls and stands tall. “And so can we.”
“Wildcat? You know we are doing this to keep you girls safe.” Slate crosses his arms, his face and neck rigid. “Don’t fight us on this.”
“I need to get my fashion line made. How can I do that from here? My life can’t be put on hold because someone hates you guys.” Her little chin lifts in defiance. “The underworld isn’t going to care what I do. But my fans will, and my investors will. And the guy who collects my rent will be all over my ass if I don’t pay him and I’m not shifting my belongings again. It took nearly three days for my wardrobe alone last time.”
Lace looks at Crystal in astonishment. Emerald rolls her eyes. “No joke, I had to help her. What a fucking chore that was.”
“Could we compromise?” Lace puts on her puppy dog eyes and strolls to Caden, sitting on his lap. She doesn’t even want this, but she’s tight with these two spitfires, so girls before bros and that shit will be playing out. Caden strokes her back, waiting for someone to interject.
“Your brother needs you at work for a bit. So I was going to take you there today. And if we get the security up to scratch there, you can possibly go there. But nowhere else.”
Emerald stares at Slate. She nods. But doesn’t look happy.
“And what about me?” The look stabbing me should be freezing me. Crystal’s blue eyes are glacial.
“That can be up for discussion tonight. In private.”
“If Em gets to go out of this cage, then I can too.”
My phone pings in my pocket. I move from the tornado that is starting to develop.
Wicked witch: Your father and I need to speak to you. Urgent. Xoxo
The mistress has summoned me. But she can wait. This needs to be dealt with.
Raising her eyebrows, she hasn’t moved.
Second thoughts, I’m not going to win this battle and I have to choose them carefully with this Tiger. “Come on. I have to go out and you can come with me.”
Squinting her eyes in confusion, I grab her hand and pull her toward me. Her heels clip on the tiled floor as I hurry her out of the room.
“Any news, call me.” The door bangs shut, and she fights with my hand. It’s going to be superglued there until I say.
Her breath is ragged keeping up with my strides. “Where are we going?”
“You’re going to wish you had stayed in that apartment.”
His jaw ticked as he hurled us through the LA traffic. My ankles had been ready to give out, matching his steps to the elevator, then the car. What was so fucking urgent?
The deadly stare that had taken over his eyes since the phone message is starting to worry me. The death in them takes me back to when I witnessed him tearing up men. There had been no remorse or hesitation.
Reaching my hand across the gear stick, I rest my hand on his jeans. A sigh murmurs out, like he’d been holding his breath.
“You alright?”
“Depends on your version of alright.” His eyes stay fixed on the road. “A lunatic is trying to take over our Empire, she nearly killed you in the process. I haven’t checked on the casino in days. I’ve got you locked up in my apartment, fucking scared to let you out of my sight in case someone takes you from me again and now I’ve got my dad’s mistress telling me she needs to see me. I’m alright because I have you sitting next to me, but the rest of the shit is just that, shit.”
“Oh…” Heck, that sounded profound. I tighten my hold on his leg and he glances at me.
“Just part of everyday life.” He shrugs his shoulders and keeps an eye on the road. I thought having to deal with the nasty lady at the donut shop, who refuses to put in a shot of sugar in my coffee even though I have been getting the same order now for years, was something worth complaining about. I may have to rethink that.
“So, why would your dad’s mistress be messaging you? Not your dad? And where’s your mom?”
“Probably makes her feel important or some shit. Dad’s probably fucking some other bitch in his office as we speak. No time for chitchat with my father. He disgusts me.”
Interesting, he doesn’t like his dad playing the field. And he didn’t explain where his mom is.
A large metal gate comes into view, Tanner turns up the driveway and enters a code. The gates open and we surge forward.
Tanner speeds up like the flames of hell are at our rear. “Are your feet made of lead?” A rollercoaster would be smoother than our trip today.
“What?” Mock shock covers his features. “That’s nothing. You’ll have to come racing with me.”
“When Burberry makes a real gold-clad handbag, I may consider it but ‘til then, not happening.”
“Suit yourself, you’re the one missing out.”
“The only thing I’d be missing out on is throwing my guts up into a plastic bag. Cars, speed, and me, don’t mix.”
The car stops and I am thrilled to have my feet back on the ground.
Taking my hand, he pulls me along like I’m a child who can’t keep up. Again.
My chest is heaving walking past the immaculate gardens. “Slow down.”
He stops and
runs his finger across my cheek. “Sorry. Habit. They’re hard to break.”
“I get it. But these heels aren’t that easy to walk in. And my skirt kinda restricts my leg movements.”
“Your skirt has my heart palpitating; I cannot wait to rip it off you.” Leaning into me, he kisses me gently, placing his arm around my waist. He stills and I lift my head to see why. Brown eyes look across the manicured grass and concrete path to an ornate rose garden.
“It’s lovely.”
“It was my mother’s. She spent any time she could there.” A small smile twitches at his lip. Fudge, I want to grab my camera and take a photo now. It lights his entire face. Much like the private smile I’ve seen in the past two weeks in his apartment. Rare and meaningful.
“She’s done a wonderful job on it. So many blooms.”
“Yes, she did.” Tanner grips his neck and cracks it. The looming look returning to his face. “Come. Let’s get this done.”
Fifteen determined steps and we are at the stairs leading up to the wooden door. I look up at my intimidating man. Holy hell, I’m happy for once not to be on the receiving end of that ferocious glare. He doesn’t knock, turning the knob, pushing the door open. The grandeur inside is breathtaking. Large wooden staircase leading upward with burgundy carpet. Large light fittings, glistening in the sunlight and artwork hanging majestically on the walls.
“Wow. Nice.”
“It was. But now it’s a lair for the wicked witch to play in.”
Ummm…Okay…
We walk forward, banging the door shut. “I’m here.”
A noise from above makes me look up. At the top of the stairs is a woman with straightened, bleached blonde hair dressed in a skimpy peach colored dress that hardly covers her pussy. The heels are black and way too high for her skinny legs. I hold my breath waiting for this atrocious fashion violation to move. She couldn’t be older than thirty, although her damaged hair is aging her.
Her eyes leer at Tanner. Her head swivels to the side, catching a view of me. There’s a flicker of disappointment. Was she expecting him to be alone so she could proposition him? Or she may not like strangers in her house.
