My Monster

by Ellie Jean

  Frowning at the small screen, I see white bubbles.

  What the fuck?

  The vision clears and the view widens.

  I was having a heart attack. Thumping and whacking, Crystal was my organ in that moment.

  She owned me.

  Her pale skin, peeking through mounds of bubbles stunned me.

  Nothing shocks me. But everything around me ceased to exist.

  I was alone.

  She was my air.

  She held my heart.

  Her blues so brilliant, reflecting the dimmed light, lured me in.

  Tilting her head back, my eyes roamed over the screen watching with precision each delicate touch she gave herself, the small waves in the bath, lapping at the edge when her strokes get faster. My hands itch to trace the outline of her bare skin, massaging her tits, and her beguiling face before devouring her body completely. Leaving her with nothing. Stripping her of everything like she is doing to me. The sound is not turned up, which was a stroke of luck because no bastard gets to hear what’s mine and looking at her leg up on the ledge of the bath and her pink folds glistening through I’d say we are close to being on the same page.

  My cock threatens to break through my jeans throbbing with need. Her mouth moves in ecstasy, tongue licks her lips and her neck muscles tighten. Fuck, my jaw is clenched tight wishing I was there to assist her in her quest for release.

  Every goddamn orgasm belongs to me. I’ll be rectifying that in the very near future. Tits lift up and down against the bubbles, showcasing her pebbled nipples and my tongue moves like it’s trying to eat it through the screen. Running my finger over the phone, my eyes shut briefly remembering how silky her skin is. How perfectly responsive she is under my touch. I’m back to deep breathing. I think I need a new technique when it comes to Crystal because deep breathing in and out isn’t making one fucking difference in calming me down. What could though?

  Hazy blues look through the phone, piercing me. Entering my soul, she mouths “Thinking of you.”

  Fuck, thinking about you, Tiger.

  It’s not long until I will have you.

  And own every fucking inch of you.

  “Liza must be desperate to be hiding out here.” Heading on foot to the rundown farmhouse in the middle of a dark field, nothing else around, this is totally different from her large sprawling house in the middle of LA. Opulent and contemporary much like herself, larger than life, bright and the center of attention. This is anything but that. We have our weapons ready to shoot on sight. There will be no holding back.

  “She messed with the wrong guys; she should be fucking petrified.” Slate’s beside me with a smoke hanging out of his mouth. The smoke wafts up into the blackened night. The stars are minimal not allowing us much light.

  Agreeing, we notice a small flicker of light coming from one of the windows. It’s not enough to light a room but enough to see if you were hiding from something.

  “Looks like we may have a winner.” Picking up the pace a bit, I’m eager to get this kill out of the way. Revenge for thinking she can take us out without some kind of blowback on her. “She could have a guard with her according to the latest bloodied heap. Watch your backs.”

  “Yeah.” Slowly approaching the doorway closest to the light source, Slate opens it quietly while Caden steps in, surveying the interior. Signaling with his hand, we both move in looking at a kitchen, possibly made in the late sixties with dull oranges and greens. Cupboard doors are off their hinges, a fridge is turned on in the corner and the stove is freestanding with a shiny film of grease laden over it. My hand goes to the stovetop and I feel heat. Someone’s living here for sure.

  Eyes wide, I grasp the gun with a firm hold, rolling my shoulders to ease the tension building in them. A creak sounds through the silence when Caden pushes back the joining door. Holding our places, we wait. There’s no movement or sound, after a minute we proceed. The lights are coming from a room off this one.

  Bang.

  My ear rings with Slate firing into the darkness. A heavy thud lets us know that he made his target. Scanning the room for more, we approach the man cautiously. There’s no movement from the massive man. No doubt the security. Given away any sense of surprise, we methodically search the rooms.

  “Come out, come out, wherever you are, dear Liza. You can’t hide forever.”

  Looking around the relic, she’s nowhere obvious. The large wooden framed windows let in a small amount of light, but shadows lurk hiding so much.

  Back against the living room wall, I stand and wait. There’s silence once more. Slate searches the bedrooms, Caden’s gone outside. A shuffle to my left draws my attention. From the dark, a foot emerges. I stay still, itching to grab her, putting a bullet in her brain. Like a cat on water, she lightly moves across the blackness heading for the door. The whites of her eyes haven’t seen me yet, her hair is pulled back and she has on a black outfit, blending in. I see it when she sees her freedom, she picks up her tiptoe to a silent run away from me.

  “Liza? You going somewhere?” My pulse beats calmly spying on my prey. Without so much as a look, she darts.

  My feet move decisively, and I launch on her back, bringing her down to the ground with a heavy smack on the dusty wooden floor. A shrill scream fills the silent night. Her legs kick underneath me, her elbows are strong, ramming into my stomach but unlucky for her, I am pure muscle. She won’t even make a dent in my armor.

  Locking my fingers around her hair, I pull myself up, yanking her hair with me. Her head snaps back and there’s defiance in her eyes. Caden and Slate run from their places to find me with Liza gasping for air, neck extended back.

  “Look what I caught.” Sneering, I should end her now. But she loves games, why would I disappoint her.

  “You’re a fucking piece of work.” Caden fists his hands by his side. We all want to slam this bitch. “You’ve got no respect for the way our world works.”

  “Sometimes the rules—” I yank back cutting her irritating voice off. “…need changing.” Shit, she always did have to have the last say.

  “You fucked with our family, so now we fuck you up.” Slate’s already dragging in a smoke to his lungs, the red end of the cig glows.

  Her arms crossed over her chest, my hand loosens on her hair. My free fist wants to launch on her smug face so badly but hitting a woman, even one who has kidnapped my girl seems wrong. Fuck, she kidnapped Crystal, had someone run Emerald down, and shot Ocean. A guttural roar fills me, and I feel the muscles and veins strain against my neck. Fist clenched, it connects with her face and she flies across the floor, landing in a heap.

  “Motherfucking bitch.”

  Watching her through tunnel vision, everything surrounding me is blackened. In that moment, I want to hurt her so badly. A bullet is too fucking quick for the likes of her. There’s no movement until her legs slowly move underneath, her hand goes to her face, wiping the blood off her mouth. She’s eyeing the blood with fascination.

  “You can’t kill me.” Pathetic and weakened, she stares at us as she gets to her feet.

  Cracking my neck from side to side, my hands clench and unclench.

  Slate can see I’m ready to lose my shit. “Why the fuck would you say that? You almost killed Emerald, shot Ocean, and kidnapped two of our family. I think you’re fucking lucky you are still able to breathe.”

  A grin slides across her face and I launch again.

  My fist connects with her stomach and her left cheek sending her back to the floor without so much as breaking a sweat.

  Clutching her stomach and drawing in breaths deeply, she mumbles through more blood, “I have something of yours, Tanner.”

  “What the fuck could you have that I want?” Punching her has made her more delusional.

  “You will have to let me go so I get it for you. Trust me, you will want this precious item.”

  Slate and Caden look at me and I frown, shaking my head. There’s nothing she could have.


  “Trust you? Are you fucking insane?” She quite possibly is. To be in this darkened world, there’s some type of craziness going on internally. “I am ready to put a bullet in your brain so we don’t have to see your sorry ass around anymore. Society can thank us later.” Aiming my gun at her head, my finger hovers over the trigger.

  “You love her.”

  A sudden coldness hits my core. Ice freezes my breathing. My finger pulls the trigger as I move the gun so the bullet just misses her skull.

  A wave of adrenaline fires to my brain. Turning without a word, I place my weapon into my pants and take the phone out. Could she have gotten to Crystal again? But she only sent me that video hours ago, there’s no possible way. Is there? Mind racing through possibilities, my stomach clenches as I try to phone her. There’s no answer, but it only rings twice.

  “Fuck, the reception is fucking bad out here.”

  Walking around the grassy area, I try to find a place where the bars on the phone are full. “Shit.” There isn’t any. I try again and it rings, but there’s no answer. Did it cut out or is she not there? Trembling takes hold of my insides. Ice freezes over my organs. Numb but angry, I want to tear this bitch apart, limb from limb, watching her bleed and suffer.

  Can I take the chance that this worthless whore is lying?

  Do you mess around when dealing with people you love? And it’s the truth, I fucking love Crystal. I can’t take the gamble.

  Stomping back inside, I beeline to her, lifting her by her shirt so my eyes are level with hers. My legs are wide, my chest thrust into hers as I coldly scowl at her. My jaw ticks.

  “You’re playing a game, Liza, that you can’t win. Trying to prolong your time is useless.”

  Slate shakes his head and Caden grabs her. “Let’s go.”

  The fucking bitch has won this round. She’s still alive and drawing in air that is too good for her. Throwing her into the car next to me in the back, I bind her hands and feet. Her lips smirk up at the ends.

  Leaning across, she whispers, “My pussy is hungry for only you, Tanner.”

  Bile rises in my throat and I bite the inside of my mouth, drawing blood.

  “I’d put a bullet in my own brain before I let my dick inside you again.”

  Turning my body so I’m facing the window, I close my eyes trying to capture the images of Crystal’s body soaking in the tub, bubbles sliding down her skin, water cascading around her skin, flushed cheeks and pinks of her nipples begging for me to bite. She has to be alright.

  A shrill sharp tone wakes me from the dream.

  “We will see.”

  Blinking my eyes, my head aches. I roll over in my bed, aware that I shouldn’t have had so much to drink last night. Rubbing my tongue on the roof of my mouth, I try to find some hydration, but It’s like a ball of wool has coated it; It’s furry and dry.

  A metal clink sounds. It happens again and I furrow my brows. What the heck is that? Could someone have been watching me this entire week and decided to kidnap me again because I wasn’t at my mom’s? That couldn’t happen again. But I knew different, of course it could. I’ll always be a target if I stay with Tanner.

  I’d fight and pray. Because leaving Tanner wasn’t an option anymore.

  If I knew Tanner, he’d always come for me. Or at the very least Emerald would.

  Grasping the blanket tight up to my chin, my muscles are wound tightly. I should move and hide, but I’m incapable. Paralysis has seized my nervous system. Trying to get my eyes to focus in the semi-darkness to see what awaits me is futile. The alcohol must still be wearing them down.

  Loud stomps come to a stop at my doorway. A large figure emerges.

  “She’s here.” Worry laces the male’s voice. The most attractive and addictive voice I will hear in my lifetime.

  “Tanner?” This could be a dream of course. Consuming close to a liter of tequila and then the other alcohol would be enough to send me floating into the clouds for days.

  “Tiger.”

  I may still be drunk and half asleep, but his vanilla scent and his presence pulls me into the now. I’ve missed both, but the anguish in his voice has me on alert. Blood stirs and I try to sit up. Warm hands wrap around my face and he holds me still, looking into my windows with such torment. Trying not to blink, I want to savor this moment, his chiseled jaw angles and his lips take ahold of mine. Firm and definitive, they worship me. Breath caught in my lungs, and I move with his lead. It’s the first things that’s felt right since I saw him last. My hand reaches toward his chest and I splay them across his heart. It’s thumping hard like mine, freeing the coldness and anxiety etched into it. My synapses are firing, and I want to say so much, ask questions, but I won’t break from the softness of his mouth. It can all wait. Because this is perfection right here, right now.

  Crushed, shattered, and broken. At the bottom of the pit with despair.

  Yet, I wouldn’t trade any of it. It put into perspective what I was willing to go through for this right here. I would go through it again and again if it meant I could be wrapped safely and tightly in this man’s arms each night.

  Tanner was my true love.

  I got it now.

  There are no boundaries on why we love.

  Sexual attraction, similarities, opposites, timing, a good lay, and loneliness are all reasons. But for me, my body lit up. My eyes sparkled looking into Tanner’s, my heart leaped and fucking bounded just hearing and smelling him. A fire burnt through me ready to explode when we touched, and my heart froze being away from him. No amount of blood, hurt, sinning, dominance or devastation could make me fall out of love for this man.

  Tanner Grayson is as relentless as a tornado, violent, intense.

  It’s corny as fuck, but this ferocious monster completes me. Our passion unbridled, furious and uncontrolled, my love mimicking his actions. He’d revived me.

  Slowly moving back my body aches, my lips touch his as I take a breath. “Are you okay?”

  Hot breaths ghost over my face. “Better now I see you in the flesh.” His warmth surrounded my lips again and I drank from him, letting him set the pace. Slowly, he revered me. Urgency was replaced with relish. I was being cherished. Even though I had refused to speak to him for days like a spoiled brat.

  My thighs were clenching, and a tingling sensation was shooting down my spine. Deciding to move, I slowly lower myself back onto the bed, hoping he will follow. He doesn’t, but I’m treated to watching him remove his shirt a button at a time showcasing his bare chest, tattoos flexing on his peck with the movement of his arms.

  I’m a slut, licking my lips, widening my legs, eyes staring at the warrior in front of me. Pulling back the covers, he grabs my pussy.

  “I’ve missed this.”

  Sighing, I know the feeling. A hand travels across my thighs and he pulls up my pajamas. Leaning forward, he takes it over my head. The gentleness of his touch is new, although his rapid and heavy breathing indicate he is struggling to rein in his usual wildness. I bite on my lip, holding back the murmur as he traces my nipple. He proceeds lower, cupping my pussy, thumb pressed to my clit. Lips press to mine again and he swirls his thumb, bringing me close to my peak. The kiss alone sends fireworks through my stomach and pulses of euphoria to my pussy.

  “Your cunt is so wet for me, Tiger.”

  A shiver curls down my neck as his lips move there, lightly nipping me.

  “Only for you.”

  A trigger is pulled.

  Tanner grips his pants, shoving them down and his thick cock springs free. It’s so delicious looking, a throbbing vein pulsating through it, ready to be inside me. Hands on my ass, his knees on either side of mine, he lifts me so my channel lines up with his.

  Our eyes connect. His smoldering, mine pleading. I was open and vulnerable, ready for him to take me.

  “You know what’s happening here?”

  For the life of me, my scattered thoughts couldn’t pin down one thing except what I was begging for. “You’
re going to fuck me, I hope.”

  “I’m doing more than fucking you, Hotcakes. I’m taking you, claiming you, declaring to you that you belong to me. I am fucking shit up so your pussy knows who it belongs to from now until death takes us and possibly longer.”

  Wetness surges around his cock as he slides in. He’s calm and serene. I’m bursting on the inside, ready to unleash. “Can you go deeper?”

  “Soon.” His hips move back, sliding out slowly from my core and then he pumps back in. Again at an infuriatingly slow pace. Wiggling my hips, he grips them hard, sliding me off his cock, and then back again. Taunting me, building the fire even larger inside me. My mouth slackens and I want his lips on me.

  “Kiss me.”

  A heart-wrenching smile beams at me before he leans down and takes my lips. Warm skin slides on mine. My tits are throbbing from the close contact. His piercing roams and explores my mouth while his plump lips work their magic. His dick doesn’t stop moving languidly in and out. Tanner is so fucking infuriating. I need him faster and deeper.

  Holding my shoulders, his eyes rear back still looking into mine. My hips lift, trying to give him the hint. But the cute fucking smile he has going on at the moment is evilly lurking at me. Playing with me. Pushing off, he floats his fingers down my breasts, one massaging the nipple, the other going down to my jewel.

  Jerking, my body jolts under his touch. The pinching and the precise touch is sending me closer to the end or the beginning if I’m thinking about it, but I’m not at this moment. Too selfish about my own needs.

  My walls start to clench inside and my vision clouds with bright colors.

  “Keep your eyes on me, beautiful.”

  Opening them, I see Tanner. The man who still wants me. The man I want to stand side by side with. “Always.”

  Tingling all over, he twists my nipple again as he pushes deep inside. I scream incoherent words out with each thrust he pounds into me. Hanging on my pebbled nub, he pulls it and releases it rhythmically with every plunge holding me high. A thunderous roar bounces off my walls as he hurtles forward, jerking savagely above me. The other hand like a vise on my waist holds me on his cock, emptying into me.