by Forgy, M. N.
Suddenly he grips the nape of my neck. His caring demeanor suddenly gone. His rough touch turning me on.
“Where is Cross, Raven?” His eyes look deep into mine, and I can’t help but giggle in reply. He doesn’t give up, does he?
“If you don’t tell me now, and Cross doesn’t come for you soon… I will kill you.” I used to believe him when he threatened to end my life before, but now for some reason, his words don’t have quite the execution that they used to.
Then again, if he won’t do it someone else will.
Leaning forward, my lips a breath from his I whisper, “Fuck you” lustfully. My body taking over my fear, my thoughts, my fucking everything. All I see is Machete, all I want is to feel good, to feel something other than pain and terror. I don’t want to be strong for once, I want to give in and be the weak.
He growls, shoving me down onto the mattress hard. The way his hard leg sits in between my thighs makes my body react on its own and I gyrate wanting friction so badly, needing some kind of connection with this man before I combust.
“What are you doing, Raven?” he asks huskily, the smell of him undoing me in ways I’ll never come back from.
“I’m going to die, there is no avoiding that.” I tilt my head to the side and look him in his emerald green eyes. “I don’t want to die a virgin, Machete.”
I notice him suck in a sharp breath at my confession, but he doesn’t move.
“Before I leave this world, I want to know what it feels like to be filled with passion and desire that it has no limits. A care so palpable it burns so deep you’ll never forget,” I whisper, my mouth spilling words before I can even think them through. I’m telling what I’ve been missing, and longing for. Him.
His brows furrow inward as he takes in what I’m saying, his teeth grazing his bottom lip over and over.
“Fuck me,” I state softly, spreading my legs wider in invitation. A vixen I never knew that dwelled within me ripping through my ribcage and throwing herself at this formidable beast. My sudden bravado takes me aback. Rejection hanging in the air, and my heart beats rapidly in my chest. The foreplay of us staring at one another, and the supple touches with hidden meaning have reached their peak and I can’t go on without having this man touch me or tell me there’s nothing here. I need to know either way.
Machete growls and grabs me by the nape of the neck harshly. My mouth parts as a mewl slowly spills from my swollen lips.
The way his eyes slowly sprawl over my naked skin I can tell he has no self-control, he’s practically vibrating with sexual tension.
Brushing the hair from my face he leans in and I suck in a deep breath as his warm weight presses against my bare chest.
“When I break you, can I keep you?” he whispers in my ear. My eyes widen and my reply gets stuck in my throat. Does he want to kill me or make me his? I push the thought in the back of my head and decide to live in the present. I’ve always envisioned what my first time would be like, and every time I never thought it would be with an animal like Machete. I wrap my legs around his waist, and he stands from the cheap cot carrying me into the other room and plopping us down on the couch. My back presses into the scratchy fabric of the cushions, his weight heavy but comforting. He’s so big he’d be scary to any citizen walking by, but all I see is protection. Huh, maybe that’s why I don’t fear him. I see a protector rather than an enemy. Lifting up on his knees he lifts his shirt over his head. His chest is etched in the most intricate ink I’ve ever seen, it’s beautiful. His chest is hard and toned like something you would see on TV and I can’t help but scratch my nails along his chest. Quickly he whips his hands down and grabs my wrists with force.
“No, don’t,” he replies as if he’s in pain from my touch. My heart skips a beat, my brows furrowing from his rejection.
“Why?” I whisper. He just shakes his head.
“Too real,” he admits, and I nod. Taking his shirt, he wraps it around my wrists and holds them above my head, making sure I don’t touch him. It kills me inside as I want to be as close as I can to him but can’t. Reminding me I am still his prisoner, and not someone he cares about.
His large palms skim down my sides, his hot, wet mouth trailing down my neck taking me from my over-thinking. It feels so good, I don’t know why I hadn’t done this sooner.
A blaze of lust ignites in my chest and races down in between my legs pulsing in my core. I feel alive, dangerous, and out of control.
His rough beard scratches along my skin as his lips not kiss but softly caress against it. The burn so delicious, I rub against him like a cat in heat wanting more.
He nips at my sensitive nipple, his tongue flicking just the tip causes my body to buck off the cushions. The way his teeth sink into the sensitive flesh stings, but also blossoms into an impending need only Machete can deliver.
Sitting up, he unbuckles his pants. His belt buckle jingles as it’s thrown down his legs in a hostile manner. My eyes fall from his down to the V shape his torso possesses, to his impressive dick. Fear sticks in my throat. It’s like a Coke can it’s so big. So formidable I squirm from underneath him.
Gently lowering himself, he cups the side of my cheek with care. Taking my eyes from his Godzilla dick to his piercing green eyes I try to remember to breathe.
My heart is beating so fast I feel dizzy. I can’t take that, he’ll rip me in half!
“I’ve never been with a virgin before, but I imagine this is going to hurt like hell,” he explains softly. Not caring to tell me what I want to hear, but what I need to hear.
I nod frantically, my nostrils flaring with anxiousness.
He fists the base of himself, which fills his fist, and slides the large tip of his hard cock against my wetness. I tense and close my eyes. Preparing for what’s to come.
“Open your fucking eyes. I want to see your pain, watch your lips part when you whimper my name, Raven,” he demands, and I obey. My eyes on his as he thrusts just the tip of himself inside of me. The burning sensation takes over my state of mind and a whelp escapes my lips. I nearly come up off the couch from the pain. Machete thumbs my bottom lip, as he watches me in astonishment. Machete’s head falls back, and he pushes his dick all the way inside me. As deep as he can go.
“Machete!” I cry out, pressing my body into the couch to get away from the pain, but my tied hands come up and hook around his neck to bring him closer. I can’t decide if I’m pushing him away or pulling him closer.
He growls and thrusts again, this time a little harder than before. I swallow hard, making sure to breathe through my nose as he fills me, stretches me, and takes the little bit of innocence I have left.
Lowering his head, his red hair falls in his wolfish eyes, his mouth parted in the sexiest way possible. His rough hand slides up my side and cups my right tit roughly as he rocks his hips.
The stinging slowly starts to subside as pleasurable pressure builds in my lower half. My eyes roll in the back of my head, and lips caress the dip of my neck as I open up to Machete in ways I never thought I could.
I never let a man near me as I was scared of what they might see if I let them get close, the things I’ve done darkening my chance at any kind of love. But Machete knows me, I am his enemy, and right now I am his lover.
Turning my head to the side, I look down at his body and watch his hip muscles bulge and swirl as he fucks me into the couch. He’s heavy, smells of spice and man, and if I die tomorrow… it would be worth it. I can say that now.
Machete slides his hand in between us, and lowers it down to my sex, thumbing my clit and
working me into a frenzy of pleasure. Every nerve ending in my body ignites into an inferno of release.
My body goes stiff as a tingling sensation explodes in my pussy so hard I forget to breathe.
I scream loudly, as my body mixes with pain and pleasure. I lunge forward and bite at Machete’s bottom lip, needing to release this sexual anguish in some fucking way. It’s too much; too good.
He slows his pace down, his chest rising and falling from the exertion. He pulls his length from my wetness, and I wince. Blood coats his cock, reminding me of what I just gave him.
His eyes shoot from the blood on his dick to my eyes, something silent and primal passing between us.
“Are you okay?” he asks. I nod.
He shoves himself back inside of his pants not caring about the blood and unties my hands. Using the shirt that seconds ago bound me to his mercy, he wipes the blood from my thighs and my sore pussy.
“I can do that,” I insist, feeling embarrassed.
“But I am,” he mouths, not looking at me but the mission at hand. Sticky cum drips from my pussy, and onto the couch. My brows furrow with unease, awkwardness. Now that the rush is gone all I feel is used and pain, but the care he’s showing me… it’s making me want to put up my walls.
I feel vulnerable. I don’t like it. I can take care of myself, I have been for years. After he cleans me he gives me a soft look before disposing of the soiled shirt. As if his eyes are telling me he’s got me. To let go.
Sitting up on the couch we both sit there quiet, not saying a word. What did we do? Was it a good thing? Did it mean anything?
The door suddenly opens, and I tense just as Machete quickly stands and steps away from me like I’m suddenly fire.
Gatz looks at us and his face pales. Machete rubs the back of his neck, holding his shorts shut with one hand.
“Zeek wants you,” Gatz tells Machete making sure not to look my way as I’m naked and flushed from just being fucked. Machete gives a curt nod, and Gatz leaves as quickly as he came.
“Is he going to tell Zeek?” I ask worriedly. Machete gives me a concerned look.
“Don’t worry about it,” he insists.
“Don’t worry about it, how fucking stupid.” I scoff. If he tells Zeek, we could both be tied to a chair. Machete gives me a stern look, and I shut up.
I go to stand, and my legs tremble. Either from the rough sex I just had or because I’m lacking basic nutrition. Sensing my weakness, Machete quickly steps over to me and grabs me, lifting me in his strong arms. The care in his actions not going unnoticed. Wrapping my hands around his neck I stare at him, curious if this changes anything between us. Will he still kill me if I don’t give him what he wants? Is he still my master or is this just a game to him? He leans down, grabbing a shirt from his duffle bag and throws it over his shoulder.
Taking me into my cell, he sets me down on the shitty mattress slowly and carefully. Our eyes catch, and he lifts his chin confidently, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. It makes me wonder what is going on in that mind of his as he stares at me with a dark look. His bottom lip is split where I bit him, and I can’t help but smile with pride. I did that, I marked him.
“How do you feel?” he asks, and I look down at the blood staining my thighs.
“A little sore,” I admit. He doesn’t say sorry or try to make up for it though. He just hunches down, his face in front of mine. His eyes looking right into me, I’m glued where I sit.
“I will break you, Raven,” he mutters so softly I barely hear him.
“Why?” I whisper. He tosses me the shirt, the smell of old leather coming off it.
“Because I’m fucking keeping you,” he declares. Looking down at my hands I peek through my lashes at him. I bring nothing but darkness with me, and if his club heard him speak the words he just did… that darkness would be a fucking apocalypse.
“Nevermore.” I lift my chin, telling him it won’t happen. His club would never let us be together. Cross would never let Machete be happy. He hates the Outlaws. In the Raven poem, the raven would recite the word declaring rejection of the future, but the smirk kicking up on Machete’s face tells me he’s up for the challenge.
He doesn’t say anything as he turns and shuts the door, not forgetting to lock it.
But he leaves the lights on this time.
Machete
Cleaning the blood off my dick, I can’t get the hardness to go down. Raven was the tightest cunt I’ve had, it was so warm and fucking wetter than hell. The look in her eyes when she came on my cock, the way her pussy pulsed and milked me of every drop. Fucking hell, the guilt I have for crossing my brother Zeek might just be worth it. I rub at my chest, remembering her nails clawing at it as if she couldn’t get enough. It was too much at once for me. I don’t let women touch me, but I can’t say the little bit of contact was bad. I hear commotion upstairs, so I toss the bloody towel on the floor and head upstairs to see what is going on.
“I heard screaming, did you get her to say something?” Zeek asks with an excited tone, his arms crossed in front of him. I look down, shutting the door behind me, knowing exactly what he heard. Raven screaming my name as I fucked her into the couch. I didn’t know anyone was here. If he knew what I just did, he’d kill me. Guilt eats at my loyalty, but my dick pulses with temptation. I don’t know what came over me, but I couldn’t stop myself once it did. Her body was wet, her dark nipples begging for me to nip at them. When she asked me to fuck her. I was done for.
“No,” I mutter. “Do you really think the mafia is going to hold to their end if we deliver Cross alive?” I change the subject.
“Guess we will find out,” Zeek huffs. The door suddenly opens and Felix and Alessandra step inside the warehouse.
“You gotta be fucking kidding me?” I ask out of anger. This is what Zeek wanted me for? It was one thing to have Alessandra show up here behind his back, but for Felix to knowingly bring her here? This is club fucking business.
“I’m not fucking kidding you. I need to talk to her, I need answers,” Alessandra explains in a whiny ass voice. Her brown hair is pulled up in a bun. A bright red sweater hanging loose on her small frame makes her look small and vulnerable. Or maybe that’s the savage in me noticing I could easily dominate her if I wanted to.
“What is this, Felix?” I growl.
“Look man, shit hasn’t been easy. She hasn’t been sleeping, eating, I think if she just… sees her locked up it will do her some good,” Felix comes to her defense. I shoot Alessandra a look, she knows Raven is locked up. She is here because she wants to talk to Raven and I wouldn’t let her before. Of course she would run to her fucking boyfriend. He’s more pussy-whipped than I thought Felix was capable of.
I inhale a large breath and rub my hand along my chin. The smell of Raven’s pussy on my fingers reminding me of what I just fucking did seconds ago.
“Let her in,” Zeek demands, and my brows furrow at his tone of voice.
Stepping aside, I wave my hand in the direction of the bunker, though she knows the fucking way.
“Be my fucking guest, but you get ten minutes. I don’t need you fucking up my progress,” I inform, though I have had no fucking progress. Except for fucking her and betraying my brotherhood.
Gripping the backpack strap around her shoulder with a tight hand, Alessandra rolls her eyes.
“Whoa, what’s that?” I ask, holding my hand out to halt her. I didn’t notice the backpack before.
“A peace offering,” she mutters, shoving my hand out of the way.
“It’s just clothes and some food. I already checked,” Felix explains.
Shaking my head, I follow her down into the bunker.
Alessandra heads straight to the metal door and slides the locks open. She takes a ragged breath as if she’s trying to calm herself before entering my pet’s den.
I stand close to the door, monitoring everything as maybe Alessandra will say something I can use to break Raven. Or is she upsets my toy, I can intervene.
Because after I just had her moaning my name, and give her innocence to me… there’s no way I’m letting her go. I’ve slept with
plenty of women, but none like Raven. She is damaged goods as much as I am. Our fear of the past anchoring our chance of a future.
Raven is brave, strong, and broken all at once. I haven’t wanted to be with anyone else since Liviana. I loved her so much I ended up killing her. I never wanted to feel that pain again. To get close to someone only to have them six feet under in the end. I’m an animal.
But Raven, I want to kill and care for all at the same time.
She’s my fucking pet, and I will be her master in everything that she desires. My club will come around because Raven will fucking bleed our colors when I’m done with her.
