Love Scars

by Nicole Snow

  “Fuck, babe,” he grunted, breaking the kiss. “I was gonna take you out for the evening. Soon as I saw you laid out here, I couldn't wait. Need to fuck now.”

  Smiling, I obliged him. I took the initiative, pushing up against his chest as he flicked my clit. I twisted away from his hand and pushed both hands over his cock, already thick and hard between his legs.

  When he saw my head going down toward it, he grabbed my hair in one fist. He never gave up control, even when he had to trust me for this.

  “Yeah, baby. Suck it fucking deep. I don't expect perfect the first time you suck dick, but you got a lotta time to learn and a lotta practice to – oh, fuck!”

  His breath hitched when my lips wrapped around him. I was surprised how little I could fit into my mouth. He was more fun to suck than I expected, hard and masculine and earthy. My tongue probed the hard beads implanted beneath his skin, the same ones that brought me so much pleasure when he was deep inside me.

  His grip on my hair tightened. He didn't speak again as I went to work, testing my oral reflexes, burning the spots that made him twitch and growl into my head.

  Show him what it means to be your husband. Show him how bad you want it.

  “Ah, fucking hell!” David roared when I cupped his balls, gingerly squeezing them in one palm.

  Okay, I was a novice, but I wasn't stupid. I'd read my fair share of dirty stories online growing up, sneaking around the watchful filter my father kept on my computer. How would he feel if he knew I was giving head to his worst enemy?

  I hoped his horror was as intense as the greatness I sent through my lover's nerves. David growled again, breath tightening, the fingers in my hair pulling the strands until they stung.

  Deeper, deeper, I sucked him. My hand pumped his base, the large length I couldn't reach with my mouth. My tongue went wild on the little patch underneath his swollen head, dancing against his flesh, pulling his fiery flesh against my tongue.

  Another minute and David tensed up. He pulled me by the hair, not stopping this time, violently pushing me away.

  “What's wrong?” I looked up, hoping I hadn't done something wrong.

  “You almost had me,” he whispered. “I'm not shooting in your mouth that easily, babe. Not while I still have your pussy to breed.”

  Breed. That animal word sent needles through my spine. I shook, and David noticed. He grinned, pushing me to the mattress, working off my shirt.

  He noticed I wasn't wearing a bra. I'd popped it off and let things swing free while he was gone. Maybe I subconsciously realized he'd be coming back for more than just a nap.

  His eyes fixed on my hard nipples, matching their intensity in his gaze. His mouth was on them instantly, sucking and plucking with his teeth, squeezing the free one with his other hand.

  Ballistic fire shot through me. Muscles deep inside me clenched, hungry and eager and wet as all hell.

  Finally, I was ready for this man. Ready for his kisses, ready for his dick, ready for the breeding. He'd seized me by surprise last night, explosive as the horrible events that led up to bedding him. Now, I wanted to take it slower, deeper, harder with him, fucking the way lovers were meant to.

  David moved down, flinging my skirt aside. One fist caught my panties and tore them down, stopping just short of drawing them off my ankles. He forced room for his mouth, his hands. I laid back and gave in, tensing up when his tongue found its mark.

  His licks came quick, heavy, sweet, slippery.

  It was my turn to feel fire in my lungs. My well sucked breasts wobbled on my chest each time his tongue bathed my clit. I saw the red blush around my nipples left by his teeth, one of many markers he was bound to leave before the evening ended.

  “Oh, God,” I whimpered. “David!”

  My fingernails caught his neck. I scratched him, leaving my own mark, pulling him between my thighs. His laps grew higher, wilder, pulling my clit between his teeth. He held it in place and struck the little nub again and again, nailing pure pleasure into me.

  I couldn't hold it. My thighs trembled and then buckled against his face, exploding with the shrill rapture in my throat.

  I let loose and came, surrendering to his mouth, waving the white flag each time my hips bucked, throwing tender flesh on his lips. He sucked and licked through my whole orgasm, feeding the wild convulsions lashing me from the inside out.

  Pleasure threw me high and I crashed hard. When I came to, the skirt was off. I shook my ankles and discovered my panties were gone too.

  David was between my legs, rubbing his hard cock against me, giving my clit tiny shocks with his length. He watched my mouth form a ring, and the small rasp that came out was the signal he'd been waiting for.

  “God damn, pet. You want it that bad, don't you?” He smiled. “I like to tease – only when the time's right. But not now. Right now, all that's coming is this dick. I'm gonna fuck you and fill you 'til that seed takes, babe.”

  One push and he was in me. My eyes went wide and David got down to fucking, thrashing his hips against mine so hard the bed shook like leaves rattling on the wind. The luxury King mattress was even bigger and wider than what we had at home, but he managed to move it. The way he fucked me could've moved a mountain, just raw, feral force nailing me in all the right places, dragging me toward climax.

  I helped too when my hips fucked him back. The mad determination to feel his essence in me pushed all the right buttons. I couldn't explain why I was so excited by something so sudden, so sick. In one night, the husband I never expected twisted me. He'd tightened the chains tight, all of them in my head, making me a complete junkie for his heat, his muscles, his come.

  Jesus, no! It can't be like this!

  But it was. I wanted it. My body screamed for it, and then howled louder when the beads in his length found their mark. My pussy pulsed and sucked, hotter and wetter than before, when we were just ten strokes in.

  So much for slow and sensual. David buried me in another kiss and held it there, feeding hot breath into me, a prelude to the explosion that was about to come between my legs. His tongue swung wildly on mine, unmistakable need louder and clearer than any words.

  My head jerked from side to side, breaking the kiss when I was close. David knew it too. He reached for my long chestnut locks and pulled, harder than when I sucked him, pinning me beneath him.

  “Come with me, baby girl. Come on the dick that's gonna give you our baby. Fucking come!”

  The third time did it. My sex tensed and turned all my muscles to stone, and then to pure hot heaven. I exploded on him, hitching my hips against his, taking what he rooted in me again and again.

  David plowed forward and held me down, fire ripping up his throat, and then all the way through him. “Fuck, Anna! I'm coming, busting right in your pussy, right in your fucking womb...”

  Neither of us could speak after that. We just thrashed, sweated, growled together, molding ourselves together like two animals mating. His seed shot deeper, hotter than ever, pouring into me with the ferocity he promised.

  I wrapped my legs around him and took it deep. His ass pulsed beneath my ankles, the same rhythm that brought us closer than a heartbeat. Orgasmic waves tore at my brain, my pussy, every muscle. It would've made me pass out if it wasn't for him ground me, forcing me to feel the same fire cutting through him as he pushed in my depths.

  I was halfway conscious when he finally pulled out. My legs slipped closed and he crashed on the bed next to me, pulling me into his arms.

  “One more fuck and it'll be time for dinner. Games too.” The serious spark returned to his eyes as he looked me up and down. “You keep that shit inside you.”

  I looked down. His fingers teased my pussy, brushing my folds with the slick cream we'd both created slipping out of me.

  “Huh? Isn't there plenty more where that came from?” I teased, recovering my wits after I'd been fucked senseless.

  “Yeah. And you're gonna get it when we come up again tonight, love. Every fucking
drop I have.”

  Suppressing a smile, I held my thighs together tighter, obeying his orders.

  I decided I'd better get wine tonight. The way things were going, it promised to be my last chance to drink before I was pregnant.

  The casino was dazzling. I'd never been anywhere like it.

  This was one business the Rossini family had never gotten into. My father would've strangled me if he knew I was here, his good girl in a viper's nest of sin and unchained impulses. Even the neon colors and constant chime of slots on the floor overwhelmed the senses.

  David's hand squeezed mine tight. We'd just finished a dinner at the casino's top restaurant, taking a VIP booth to ourselves. He'd talked about how he built the casino, seeming half-bored as he ticked off all the details about gambling and tourism.

  It was a reminder that this kinda business didn't excite him. Murder, war, and ordering his cold faced men around was what brought sparks to his eyes.

  Outside on the floor, he was more lively. He pushed crisp hundreds into my hand and told me to make my bet at the roulette table. The first two rounds, I lost handily, over a thousand dollars gone in an instant.

  “Here. We're gonna win that shit back, double or nothing, babe.” He pressed a fatter stack of bills into my palms.

  I looked up, knowing there was at least several thousand in my hand. David probably wasn't much richer than my father, but he was so much more loose with his money, riskier in every way.

  “You're sure about this?” I whispered.

  “Fuck yeah. Buck up, pet. Have some fucking confidence. A losing streak's only a loss if you throw in the fucking towel.” The sharp glint in his eye told me he was betting on more than money here.

  The man was asserting himself, reminding me he was a wolf at the table as well as between the sheets. The solemn faced casino attendant took my money, exchanging it for chips, and then waited for bets from the other neat dressed, older men around the table.

  The game began. David swept my little hand into his and squeezed it tight. The ball rolled.

  My jaw dropped as it circled around and around, slowing near my number on red. David slapped me on the back before the dealer tapped the mark where it stopped and pointed to me.

  “Told you we'd get that fucker back under control. Go pick up your spending cash.” I laughed as he gave me a playful shove toward the table.

  The chips weighed so light in my hand, but they'd turn into nearly five figures when I cashed them in. David's face revealed nothing except a faint hidden amusement.

  I wondered if he'd given the dealer a secret signal, rigged it with magnets or something. Did it make my victory at the table any less, though? Had it made me trust him any less?

  Hell no, I told myself. I wasn't just with a man who was a born winner, but the man who owned the whole damned game.

  After I got our cash, we headed for the spa. The place was as ritzy and glamorous as the rest of the casino. I was looking forward to a massage, something I'd only been able to enjoy once before on a rare school retreat near the Canadian border.

  David stripped off his jacket, shirt, and slacks and flopped down on the table with total confidence. I changed next to him, wondering why I was still so self-conscious when he'd done far more than see me naked.

  “Fuck, you're beautiful.”

  My face heated, and then everything else. I looked over and saw him staring at me, stubble chin propped up on his strong hands like a lion laying in the sun.

  “I promised the bitches working us a fat tip if they limber us both up,” he said, dragging his eyes up my body, starting at my ankles and rising to my chest. “Gonna need you all soft and refreshed tonight, babe. If you're not on this cock in a few hours, I'll fuck a hole right through this table.”

  He rolled his hips once and grunted, moving his erection against the padded massage table through his towel.

  So mad, so crude, so unexpected. I laughed.

  “I'll see what I can do.” I blinked, anger and lust firing in my belly. God, I still sounded like a stupid, shy little girl.

  Shaking my head, I locked eyes with him, clearing my throat. “Better make sure you're in order too, David. I'm not going to be happy if you knot up while I'm riding your cock tonight.”

  “Fuck!” He closed his eyes, a rough smile tugging at his lips. “I was wondering how long it would take for my nasty ass mind to start rubbing off you on, babe. Keep it up. We got a lot more rubbing to do before I'm done claiming every inch of your sweet fucking skin.”

  He raised an arm and held it out to me. I took his hand, loving his heat when it closed over my fingers. We held hands for a long time – real long. I didn't mind the delay, though.

  The spa was so peaceful. A high waterfall trickled into a pool several feet behind us. If I listened closely, I swore I heard the soft chirps and calls high on the branches above. Or maybe the place just had one hell of a sound system looping a track from the rainforest.

  I was about to ask him when the door in front of us opened. I looked up, expecting to see the ladies coming in for our couples massage.

  But massage therapists didn't wear jet black. They weren't so tall and ruthless, and they sure as fuck didn't carry heavy rifles in their hands.

  David jerked up and charged them first. The men held up their hands, raising the guns. I screamed.

  He must've known they wouldn't fire if they were here for me, but I didn't. I wasn't trusting a damned thing. Dad was capable of anything after trying to kill me once.

  My lover howled as he tackled one man, beating him to the ground despite his armor. The commando growled, pulling at David's head. The two men rolled on the floor, fighting like savages as the third stood over them, trying to find an opening.

  High, feminine screams burst in the lobby outside. A gun went off. I covered my ears and closed my eyes.

  Jesus, it was all over. Done in an instant. I was afraid to look and see David slumped on the floor dead.

  My ears couldn't ignore the heavy footsteps, leather boots stomping on tile. A parakeet wailed just as a gloved hand ripped me up by the shoulders.

  “No!” I screamed, kicking and thrashing at last.

  Two men dragged me up on my feet and carried me toward the fire exit. I watched David, still locked in battle with the two commandos. He had one man on the ground, beating his head into the pavement, but the second commando was right behind him, the butt of his rifle raised.

  Tears stung my eyes like unruly wasps when I saw it come down and heard the sickening crack. David swore, looked at me once with blurry eyes, and then collapsed. I screamed bloody murder, no longer carrying about the humiliation.

  Being forced outside by strange men in just my panties wasn't half the horror of seeing the only man I loved killed in front of me. I screamed and screamed, slowing my captors a little with my kicks before screaming some more through the commando's fingers around my mouth.

  There was a truck waiting, something that looked like it was there to drop off supplies. So, that was how they'd done it. My asshole father always preferred stealth and subtlety to brute force. The men hoisted me up high, ready to hand me off to another man in black standing above them.

  I kicked my legs and hit someone's face with my feet. The man howled angrily, throwing extra force into his toss. The man in the truck yanked me up by the hair, held me down, laying on top of me.

  “No! Get the fuck off!” My voice rumbled, shrill like a cougar's final warning before she pounced.

  Flailing, shaking, screaming, I tried to go for his eyes. He beamed frustration down at me and tightened his grip on my shoulders, constricting my arms and legs until I was nearly still.

  Then his head snapped down and crashed into mine. Right in the forehead, an explosion of red and black and pain. The last thing I heard was David's roar, the last grunt he made right before he went out, and then the curtains came down over my own eyes.

  I followed my lover into darkness, but he wasn't waiting for me there.
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  “Welcome home, my daughter.”

  I swore I heard my father's words in my deep, dark, dreamless sleep before I opened my eyes and saw him. Soon as I did, I scrambled to my feet, wincing at the terrible pain in my head. Pressing gentle fingers to my forehead hurt.

  “I can assure you there's no permanent damage, Annaliza. My men are well trained. Nicilo only did what was necessary to restrain you. He'd never do you real harm.” He took a step forward, the fine blue suit he always wore adding to the shadows in the little cabin.

  The slight jolt beneath my feet told me right away we were on a ship. Probably the long range yacht that had been in my family for more than a decade, the same ship he used to ferry himself down to business meetings along the coast.

  “Shhhh. Daddy's here.” He forced his arms around me and pulled me tight, never letting up when I whimpered and pushed my back to wall, seeking an escape that wasn't there.

  “Get off!” Strength returning, I pushed him away as hard as I could.

  Dad jumped back and looked at me, eyes wide. My heart crashed against my ribs as the horror of the past week returned in a flood, lighting up my brain with rage, venom, love, lust. And – how could I forget? – terror.

  The brutal terror ruled everything.

  “What is it, Annaliza? I thought you'd be grateful to see me again!”

  “You...you tried to kill me. Jesus, where's David? Did you kill him too?”

  “He'll be alive for a few more hours,” my father said sourly. “If you're still upset about that little incident in the woods, understand I was doing what any father would.”

  I narrowed my eyes. I didn't think he'd come out and admit it. But then, David taught me more about the beast who'd raised me than twenty years of living with him had.

  “What have you done to him?” I asked, far more concerned about my love than my own fate.

  “Strelkov won't suffer long. Torture is only a means to an end, and it's a dead end with a man like him. There's nothing to do but snuff him out and send his flesh beneath the waves where he can join the rest of his vile blood.”