Violent Ends

by Sam Crescent

  She stared at the wooden door as she thought about Gideon.

  When her brothers were not home, they went back to her apartment and he found some way of making her come.

  Each time his hands were on her, she found it hard to think.

  Not once did he push for more.

  He made her go naked. It was always his first request. At first, she’d been nervous. She’d never been naked in front of anyone.

  Gideon, though, he watched her. His gaze always on her made her wetter. Whenever she was alone at the office, he’d call her, and after she locked her door, he’d make her sit at her desk, legs on top of it, leaning back in her chair and teasing her pussy.

  He’d make her come over the phone so he could hear every breathy moment, and then he’d hang up, and not say a word of what happened.

  Throughout her orgasms, he never asked her for anything, even as she felt how hard he was. Each time he brought her to orgasm or he played with her body, she expected him to ask for something in return.

  His erection was always obvious as it pressed against the front of his pants, and still, he didn’t ask. He didn’t even give a hint that he wanted a climax.

  She wanted to give him one.

  To hear him come.

  To have him crying out her name as he released.

  Shaking those thoughts from her mind, she entered Landon’s room. The television played to him, and he sat against the head wall.

  He’d shattered the bed and tried to impale himself on one of the wooden slats.

  In the process of knocking him out, they had removed everything from his room, put chains in the wall, and he only had a mattress that they checked over daily.

  She hated seeing him like this. His gaze was dead inside. The charming young man she once saw was long gone.

  “Hey, Landon,” she said.

  “If you’re here to cheer me up, fuck off.”

  She entered the room and heard the moaning, the whimpering, and as she stood near the television, she saw someone had put porn on.

  “Do you want to watch this?”

  “Why not? It’s boring as fuck.” He snorted. “It’s not like I’m getting hard or anything. Maybe fucking a chick would have once got me hard, but that was before … her. That’s not going to happen now. It doesn’t matter how many times I watch a woman take a cock, or swallow cum, or take it up the ass. I’ve got nothing.”

  She grabbed the chair and sat down. “I don’t like seeing you like this.”

  Landon stared at her. “You think I’m going to change because you give a shit.”

  “No, of course not. I’m sorry. I just … I don’t know what to say to you. You lost someone you love, and to top that, you’ve not even been allowed to go and say goodbye.”

  She saw the tears in his eyes.

  “Thank you,” he said.

  “What?”

  “You’re the first person to remind me of everything. You’re not pretending that I’m not in pain, or that this shit is normal.” He pointed at the television as another loud moan erupted. “I never got to tell her that I loved her one last time. That I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her. Dad, he wants me to move on now. A Denton man doesn’t show weakness, and right now, I’m weak.”

  “You’re not weak, Landon, far from it. You lost the girl you loved. I don’t know what that feels like, but I don’t imagine you’re going to be getting over it any time soon.” She stared at the sandwich on a paper plate.

  This was all a little too much. Gideon told her that he tried to stab himself with the porcelain plates. She handed him a sandwich and watched as he actually took it. He ate the sandwich without complaint.

  “My dad told me that if I didn’t start eating, he’d force feed me.”

  “Wow, that’s awful,” she said.

  “It is, and so now I’m eating, yay.”

  “I’m really sorry.”

  “Don’t be. It’s not your fault.”

  “Would you like me to put something else on for you?” she asked.

  “Please, this shit has been on repeat way too long.”

  She picked up a couple of the movies that were there and waited for his nod of what to change it to.

  “I’m not allowed to take you for a shower or anything.”

  “It’s fine. I got it. Gideon told me you now belong to him,” Landon said.

  She nibbled her lip, not really sure what to say to him. Would it hurt him?

  Landon laughed. “It’s fine, Emma. I’m pleased Gideon is happy. You’re not in love with him though yet, are you?”

  She shook her head.

  “I don’t blame you. I wouldn’t love that sucker either. He’s a pain in the ass.”

  “Is there anything else you’d like me to do for you?”

  “No. Nothing. Sandwich is all gone, and your company has been fine for now. I’m ready to be alone again. Thank you, Emma.”

  She picked up the tray.

  Once she was at the door, she glanced back at him, and pain filled her at seeing him. He wasn’t himself, and she doubted he ever would be again.

  Taking the tray to the kitchen, she saw Maddox and Charlotte there.

  “I think it’ll be good.”

  “He’s twenty-four, Maddox. I don’t care. Our daughter is not even eighteen yet.”

  “We can marry them at sixteen with our permission.”

  “Really, you want to marry our daughter off to the highest bidder. I can’t even believe you right now.”

  “The Savona family is one of the best there is,” Maddox said. “A connection with them via marriage will help cement the Denton name.”

  “And you being you, will have expanded your empire over dozens more cities at the cost of our daughter.”

  “Tamsin doesn’t suffer the curse like we do. She’s not going to meet her dream man, and this is good for the family.”

  Emma left the kitchen.

  She’d heard enough of marriage proposals.

  Her hatred of Maddox Denton was growing every single day. She couldn’t stand him.

  Rounding the corner, she came to a stop when she saw Tamsin, back against the wall, clearly listening in on her parents’ conversation.

  She was so pale. Tamsin put a finger against her lips.

  Without saying a word, they left the room, and Emma didn’t allow them to know she had been listening to them.

  “You okay?” she asked when they were clear of being heard.

  “Peachy. You heard all of that, right?”

  “I heard that they were planning to marry you off. I’m sorry.”

  “Landon’s girl is dead, and because I’m female, they think they can marry me off. I hate them.”

  “Tamsin,” she said.

  “It’s okay for you. You’ve got my brother. I wouldn’t be surprised if Dad didn’t find some way of making that work for him as well. Even if you’re not his daughter. I’ve got to go.” Tamsin was trying not to cry, and Emma leaned against the wall, feeling helpless when it came to the two youngest Dentons. What could she do?

  Landon was trapped, unless she released him.

  Only, he’d try to kill himself, and she knew that.

  There’s no way she could allow that to happen.

  Tamsin was way too young.

  There was nothing she could do.

  Entering her own room, she stared at her reflection.

  She wouldn’t become another cog in Maddox Denton’s life.

  What could she do to help that wouldn’t play into his plans, though?

  ****

  Landon’s pain was real, but for the rest of the Dentons that meant they still had to work. There were still brothels, underground gambling and fighting, the casino, and many other ventures that needed their attention.

  As Gideon entered his home, he went to the kitchen, pouring himself a coffee. To add to all the workload, he had blue fucking balls, and it was all his fault. He was the only one to blame.

  His mother sat
at the counter, looking annoyed.

  “Do I even want to know what’s going on?” he asked.

  “We’re having a family gathering with guests in three weeks. I have a list of everything that is needed. I want you to get it for me.”

  “A dinner with guests? You think Landon’s going to be ready for company that soon?” he asked.

  Landon had his room completely stripped of anything personal. He wasn’t any closer to seeing people than they were of letting him go.

  “It’s not for Landon,” Charlotte said.

  “Who is it for?”

  “Your sister,” Maddox said. “It’s all set. The contract will be signed that day.”

  “You’re making a mistake with this, Maddox. You should talk to your brothers. Your father never put your sisters up for marriage.”

  “More fool him,” Maddox said. “This is happening, Charlotte, whether you like it or not.”

  His mother didn’t say anything more. She got to her feet and left the kitchen.

  “You’re really going to do it? Bind us to another family with Tamsin? She’s fifteen.”

  “Her place in this family is vital to us.”

  “We’re the fucking Dentons, Dad. Did you forget that?”

  “No, I haven’t. I intend to cement our legacy by whatever means is necessary. I already have another family, British, so Landon will be pleased. A young girl, a daughter to another family that is like ours, rulers of their kingdom.”

  Gideon shook his head. “You’re fucking crazy.”

  “I do what is needed to be done, regardless of the consequences.”

  “Yeah, and without a care for who you’re hurting. You’re going to push too far, and then you’re going to have nothing.”

  “Are you threatening me, boy?” Maddox asked.

  Gideon smiled. “No. Just remember, Daddy, when a king becomes too cocky and cruel, there are those around that serve to overthrow him. Be careful, you’ve got seven sons now, all of whom would gladly take your place.” He paused, allowing his father to absorb what he said. “Now that is a fucking threat.”

  With that, he gave his father his back, another insult, and made his way up to Emma’s bedroom. Opening the door, he paused as he saw her dressed in a bathrobe. Her hair fell around her shoulders, and she looked so sweet and vulnerable, but also sexy.

  He could see she’d been nibbling her lips as they were swollen, and he’d not had the chance to kiss her today.

  “Hello, beautiful,” he said, closing and locking the door.

  He had no doubt there would be consequences when it came to his father. No one threatened Maddox Denton and got away with it.

  It wasn’t how it was done.

  However, Tamsin was too young as far as he was concerned, and Landon had just been dealt a death blow by losing his woman. He couldn’t see either of them being married off.

  He didn’t think for a second that any of his brothers would agree with the plans Maddox was having.

  “I was waiting for you to come home,” she said.

  “You could have called me. I’d be here in a second.” He stayed by the door waiting as she got to her feet. The robe didn’t fall, as it was tied in the middle, and he wanted to see her naked.

  She stepped toward him, taking his hand and walking him back toward the edge of the bed. She didn’t immediately pull away.

  He watched as she licked her lips and her cheeks started to flood with warmth. They were so red.

  “I didn’t mind waiting for you. Besides, I had time to prepare.”

  “Prepare?”

  “Yes.”

  He watched as she loosened her robe and slowly released it.

  She stood before him completely naked.

  The robe fell to the floor, and she looked stunning. This had to be the best way to come home to. The only way this could be better? If they were in their own home and they weren’t currently having to deal with his family.

  His family caused way too many problems.

  She reached out, removing his tie. It was rare for him to wear one, but he felt it was the right thing to do after everything Landon was going through.

  “What’s going on here, Emma?”

  She dropped the tie to the floor, then started to work on his buttons. He had no problem with her hands all over him. In fact, he rather liked it. He didn’t know what had brought this on with her, what had created this sudden, swift change.

  “I’ve missed you.”

  She pushed his shirt off his body, and her hands slid down to his pants.

  “And I wanted to do something nice for you.”

  “Why?”

  “Because … I like you. I like what you’ve been doing to me.”

  “Only like?”

  “Yes, and now I want to do something for you.”

  He watched her and gritted his teeth as she cupped his dick through his pants. She ran her hand up and down his length.

  He gripped her wrist. “You don’t have to do this.”

  “I know I don’t, but I want to.” She didn’t move her hand away from him. “Don’t you want me to?”

  “Emma?”

  “I want to do this for you. Please. Don’t you want to feel me?” She slid to her knees before him, becoming the perfect wet dream.

  He didn’t want to deny her and found it next to impossible to not give her what she wanted. Gideon stayed silent as she worked his belt buckle open, sliding it out and then rolling the zipper down.

  The only sounds in the room to be heard were the ones of her getting him undressed.

  “Do you even have a clue what you’re doing to me right now?”

  She pulled his pants down, followed by his boxer briefs. Her fingers wrapped around his thick length.

  The tip was already leaking pre-cum. His balls ached. The only release he’d gotten was from his own hand, and that was nowhere near enough to satisfy him.

  He needed more.

  He needed his woman.

  There was no denying that.

  He watched her as her gaze fell on his cock, her tongue peeking out to lick her lips. The sight was one to behold, and he wanted nothing more than to come there and then. He held himself back, letting her set the pace.

  She kept stroking him, her hand moving up and down. So sweet, and as her tongue came out, stroking over the tip, he groaned.

  “Did I do something wrong?”

  “No. You’re doing everything right. So much right.” He gasped as her entire mouth covered his dick.

  She felt so amazing, and he couldn’t look away. He didn’t want to.

  Gripping her hair, he wrapped the length around his fist and started to thrust forward. “Not too much teeth, Emma. Oh, fuck, that feels good. So good.”

  For a split second he closed his eyes, basking in the feel of her mouth, and that was all he allowed himself before he was sinking deep between her lips once again. So beautiful.

  “That’s it, baby, suck me.”

  Opening his eyes once again, he started to pump into her.

  “You can take me.” He hit the back of her throat, giving her a few seconds to get accustomed to him before withdrawing. He repeated that for several more thrusts.

  Even though he’d been taking care of his own needs with his hand, it wasn’t enough. Having her mouth on him was immense pleasure, and he couldn’t contain his need for her. Within a matter of seconds, he was close to coming, and he didn’t want to stop.

  Growling out her name, he pulled out of her mouth, and, working his cock, he pulsed his release onto her chest. Every single drop of it landed on her tits or around her neck.

  By the time he finished, he was panting for breath.

  Dropping to his knees before her, he cupped her face and kissed her hard. Sliding his tongue across her lips, he plundered her mouth, kissing her back with a passion.

  She pulled away. “You’re going to get this all over you.”

  He picked her up, kicking off his pants, boxers, and shoes
, carrying her through to her bathroom.

  Climbing into the stall, he put her on her feet, turned on the water, and shielded her body from the cold spray. He picked up a cloth and washed the evidence of his arousal from her body.

  “Did I do okay?”

  “You don’t ever have to ask that.”

  He ran his hand down her body, cupping her pussy. She moaned his name.

  “Anything you do to me, Emma, I will love.” He found her clit and started to stroke her.

  “I’ve missed you,” she said.

  “You saw me this morning.”

  “I know, and I missed you at lunch.”

  He wasn’t going to complain. If she missed him, he was on the right track. He wanted her so much, but he wasn’t willing to rush her, not until she was ready for him.

  Watching her come, saying his name, Gideon felt whole when he was with her. She was the light to his darkness, the reason for his very existence. The longer he stayed with her, the more complete he felt.

  The love he had for her was getting stronger, and there was no way he was walking away. not from her, not from anything.

  She was his entire life.

  Chapter Eight

  “Since when did flowers get you all mushy?” Owen asked.

  Emma watched as her brother stroked one of the rose petals. “Since I got some and they arrived today.” With a little card telling her how much he missed her.

  She missed him too.

  The other night, after sucking his cock, she didn’t know if she’d let him know too much of just how much she was missing him. It wasn’t even about what he could to her body either. It was so much more than that.

  “What are you two doing here? Don’t you have work to do?”

  “We do, but you see, we’ve got a bit of a problem.” Wyatt gripped the back of his neck, looking uncomfortable.

  “What problem?” She looked between her two brothers. “Why do I feel this problem involves me?”

  Again, Wyatt and Owen shared a look.

  “Just tell me.”

  “We got a call from Gabriel.”

  Just hearing her oldest brother’s name irritated her. Since he found out he was a Denton, he’d all but abandoned them.

  Of course, Wyatt and Owen didn’t see that. They still worked with him. “Just tell me.”