by Amo Jones
He slid in again, gripped onto my hips and perched me up onto all fours. Running the palm of his hand over my lower back, his hips circled into me. “I knew the moment I laid eyes on you. Why do you think I wanted to fuck you so badly?”
“—Wait…what!” Too late for questions. He pounded into me harshly, the tip of his cock hitting my cervix with every thrust. I wanted to argue with him, push him off me and ask what the fuck he meant by that, but instead, my walls clenched deliciously around his dick, wanting more, yearning for more like a cock hungry bitch. He bent down, his face coming to the back of my neck and then licked across my flesh.
“Frost,” I moaned, relishing in the pain and the pleasure.
He pulled out, and then flipped me back onto my back like a rag doll, then spread each of my legs wide.
He grinned, running his hand up my inner thigh and then pressing his finger inside of me. It was wet down there, obviously very wet. I’m not sure whether it’s from my arousal or from my virginity. His eyes remained glued on mine. “Until you leave—” he started.
I tilted my head.
“—You’re my toy.”
I paused.
“Define toy…”
He chuckled, his finger sinking inside of me again. He massaged against my wall as the cushion of his thumb rotated around my clit.
I hissed. The pleasure was beginning to be overwhelming.
“While you’re here. You are mine.”
He pressed harder and my eyes rolled to the back of my head, my hips grinding up to meet his hand. “Ok,” I whispered in a daze. “All yours.”
He pulled out and my eyes shot open, god honest insulted by the stopping of pleasure. I watched as he brought his finger to his mouth and opened, his tongue licking around in circles. “Mmmm,” he growled low. “Blood.”
Then he dropped back down on top of me, his cock pressing into me again and with a deep thrust, he was back inside. He rode my body hard and tight until sweat was dripping off his forehead and dropping over my collarbone. One hand was around my neck throughout, occasionally cutting off my air supply, while the other was squeezing and clenching my thighs, arms, and tugging on my hair. After every orgasm he gave me came more drips of sweat. Leaning up on his knees, he grabbed onto my leg and spread me wide, resting my ankle on his shoulder. Lifting my hips, he pounded into me relentlessly until my legs felt heavy and numb.
“Oh my God!” My body convulsed around him. He pulled out, tugged on his dick and shot cum all over my belly. My eyes stayed locked to the ceiling, my body shaking from what just happened when I felt his tongue slide up my inner thigh. I shot up onto my elbows to find him licking off the blood from inside of my thighs. He slowly came to the apex and licked around my clit before dipping his tongue inside of me. My eyes closed as I felt myself getting aroused again. His chuckle vibrated over my flesh before he spread me wide again and upped his pace. I clenched the sheets with my fists and arched my back, just as I felt myself there, ready to combust all over again from his slick, expert tongue, he pressed his tongue against my clit roughly and I exploded again, my body numb with a new load of sweat seeping out of my pores and my back sticking to the sheet beneath me.
He crawled up beside me, a few silent beats passed us where all we could hear was each other’s breaths, then I giggled. “Jesus fucking Christ.”
“Nah, babe. The devil.”
I snorted and turned to face him. “What’d you mean by that’s why you wanted to fuck me?” I could feel my eyelids getting heavy, and just as he started to talk, I yawned and fell into a deep sleep.
Chapter 7
“Oh my God,” I groaned, bringing my hand to my eyes to shade out the beaming sunlight.
“Rise and shine, Mrs. Fuck a Lot!”
“Jada, please, I can’t move.”
I heard her chuckle. “Have you seen this room?”
I sat up, and—“Oh my God!” I winced in pain. Every inch of my body felt as though it was bruised.
Jada was still looking around the room laughing when her eyes landed on me and her mouth dropped open. Then her hand came up to her mouth and her laughing intensified. “Oh, girl….”
“What!” I snapped. Ready to pack my shit and go home. I lazily swept my eyes to the side and caught myself in the reflection in the full-length mirror. “Oh my God!” There were hand marks around my throat, my hair was a major bird’s nest on the top of my head, there were bruises all over my legs and arms, but that wasn’t the most of it. I rubbed my chin with the back of my hand where blood stains had dried out.
“Jesus. Do I even want to know?” Jada appeared horrified.
I shook my head, swinging my legs off the bed, but pausing a few times when the pain got a little intense. “No. You really don’t.” I got up from the bed anyway, ignoring the shooting pain pulsing in my legs. “Well, what are we doing today, then? Since you bombarded in here.”
“I figured I wouldn’t,” Jada murmured, walking into the room farther. “We could go for a ride into town. I don’t know if the boys have told you, but they’re not the only ones who ride bikes around here.” She stopped, an idea obviously lighting up inside her brain, but the door slamming cuts through our conversation and I peek around her to find Frost standing in in all his glory, looking cocky as fuck. He should be cocky, I actually thought he had earned this if you take into account the marks he had left all over me and my struggling to move.
“Frost?” I gestured toward him, confused. Seriously, why is he here. He took my damn virginity—his deed is done.
“Yeah, she’s not going anywhere with you, Raven.”
“Yes…she is…” Jada continued, her eyes slanting in challenge.
Frost stepped into the room more, his eyes cutting to mine. “No, she’s not.”
If he thinks I’m a girl who will let him walk all over me, call the shots, and allow him to act all alpha after one night—even if it was my first—he’s mistaken.
“Thanks.” My pride allows me to hide my flinch. I stalked toward the closet, trying to not appear as though I was in pain, only I couldn’t hide the obvious marks on my body. I snatched down some clothes. “But I’m going with Jada.”
FROST
“You fucked Raze, The Executioner, triple fucking zero’s baby sister?” Hannibal chuckled in disbelief. “Bro, you got a death wish?” He took a sip of his whiskey, paused, and then grinned back at me. “Actually, don’t answer that…”
I laughed, tipping my head back and swallowing my drink. “I was going to say, you say that like you don’t already know the answer.”
“Yeah, yeah.” He placed his empty glass on the counter. “Where is she, anyway? Worst adult trafficking ever.” I shrugged. Truth was, I didn’t care where Jada was taking her or that she was taking her. The only reason why I wanted to keep her here was because she gets my dick happy. Now, that’s not a hard thing to do—necessarily. I feed off of sex, I use it to channel my problems. The more sex I have, the more it distracts me from underlying issues. If there were any. I thought tearing through her hymen would get me off and well over her—I was wrong. Figured I may as well use her presence to my advantage then since she gets my fucking dick all chipper and shit.
“Don’t know,” I shrugged. “She went with Raven.”
“Raven, huh?” Hannibal’s tone piqued. “That a good idea?” His question is valid, because all though Jada is well known to take care of herself, she still manages to get her ass into trouble. All though Ella carries the innocent front perfectly, I’m not fooled. I’ve seen the demons she tries to hide behind those angelic fucking eyes. Because my own recognize them. But not only do they recognize them, they respect them. It takes a different level of psycho to master that kind of art. I don’t know what she’s hiding or why she’s hiding it—but I’ll find out. You know, while I fuck her inside out.
“I’m sure they can’t get into too much trouble.” Justice, the new prospect, muttered from beneath his shot glass.
We all glare at
him and then laugh. He has no fucking idea.
ELLA
“Jada…” I whispered toward her as we walked into some shady fucking bar on the rougher side of Vegas “Are you sure?”
“Oh.” Jada rolled her eyes. “Don’t worry. I can save you if anything happens.” She carried on like she didn’t just insult my entire family history. I stopped and watched as she sat down at the bar and called over the bartender. Okay, I got it. I didn’t look like much—I’d always known that, and at first, yeah, it would get annoying. But the dash of surprise when I’d drop some motherfucker and proved them wrong was always worth the insult. But I knew I wouldn’t get that chance here—no matter how fucking dodgy this bar was.
My phone vibrated in my pocket and I flipped it open. “Hello?”
“Ella…” Raze muttered into the earpiece. “We’re going in this weekend. It will all be over on Monday and you can come home.”
“Right!” I answered automatically, because this was a good thing. Going home, I meant. “Need me this weekend?”
“No—” he answered sharply. It was worth a try. “I don’t need Millie asking questions about you.”
I carried on walking toward the bar, taking a seat beside Jada. “What do you mean?”
“I mean…” he paused, and I could already picture Miles on the other end, judging Raze and choosing his choice of words. God, I miss my family. “I mean I don’t want her to know about you yet. I don’t think it’s a good idea...”
I picked up the glass Jada had ordered me and shot it back, letting the hot burning liquid rip through my throat. “Well, I guess she wouldn’t believe you anyway.” I snickered. “No one fucking would.”
“Sorry, Angel. It’s better this way.”
My heart warmed by the pet name Raze used. He hadn’t called me Angel since I was a kid, and somewhere under my cemented cold hard feelings, I warmed a little. Like, enough to heat—a nothing. Okay, it wasn’t much, but it was something. Maybe my therapist was right. Maybe the lock to the cage where I house all my rage is in the hands of my brother. Not likely, though. I could live knowing exactly what I meant to Raze. I didn’t need his approval or anything. I thought it was just nice to hear something that brought me back to my childhood.
“Well, I’ll see you on Monday!” Then I hung up, pushing my phone back into my pocket.
“Monday, huh?” Jada quirked an eyebrow, taking a drink.
“Monday.”
Why was my tummy churning.
The following week went much the same. Frost and I would have sex pretty much every night, and then I’d train when he went out for rides. No one really started conversation with me, but that was expected. You know, since I wasn’t very social because Frost was taking up all my time and was very fucking overbearing with that time. It was Sunday, and they had long since finished the raid and kill within The Army. My dad was dead. The Army was about to be re-birthed as something else. Something Raze—I’m guessing—had been cooking up for some time—even though he did have Ikea left to deal with, I figured, they would sort her out. God, I hated her. She always had a thing for Raze, everyone could see it, and I imagined now that Raze had Millie, she wouldn’t be okay with it. But see, The Army was difficult. Yes, my father and Raze ran the entire operation, but there was a higher power. That was Ikea, and, even higher than her, was the fucking CIA. The entire thing was a sick cook-up from our government.
The flames licked up from the bonfire at the back of the clubhouse and I leaned into Frost, squeezing the stick for my s’mores a little tighter than what is necessary.
“Frost?” I whispered, letting the hot flames salivate over my flesh.
“Yeah, baby?” he hushed into my hair, the vibration of his deep voice sending shivers over my skin.
“What’s your real name?” I don’t know why, but I just wanted to know. I wanted to leave knowing something about him that maybe no one else knew. Even if he lied and told me a fake name.
He paused, his body stilling. “Why?”
“You know,” I joked, brushing him off, “so I know who to stay away from while at college.”
He let out a breath, taking my stick from me and I watched as his perfect mouth wrapped around the mushy marshmallows as he swallowed in one go. “In that case, I’m every name.”
I shoved him but couldn’t help the grin that spread across my face. “I’m serious!”
His arm snaked around my shoulders, as his eyes pierced into the flames like he was fighting an eternal battle. “Lyle. Lyle Caine Walters.”
Chapter 8
ELLA
PRESENT
My heart contracts as I pull myself out of my memory lapse. After that weekend, the only other time I saw Frost was last week, and he didn’t look at me once. Not once. Until, of course, he told me he was going nomad…
“You’re what!” I yelled, chasing after him while clutching my glass in my hand. “What the fuck does that mean, Frost?” We passed the open sliding doors and a red colored mess inside caught the corner of my eye, causing me to backtrack my steps. I poked my head inside and quirked an eyebrow. “Well, someone has been having fun without me. Jesus fucking Christ!” There, laying completely sliced, diced, and decapitated was Soulless. He was once one of The 6 masked men who worked under my brother. He was obviously a rat, and by the looks of the artwork carved into what was left of the flesh hanging off of his face—and the tubes of guts and feces that were smothered at his feet with his mid-section completely pulled open—I’m thinking he really pissed Raze off. Though the stomach being so open and precise…has me thinking that is the work of Miles. Which means, Soulless obviously did something to hurt Millie, what with his obsession with her. Shit, I had forgotten about Frost in the midst of my fascination.
“Yeah, I’m not finished with you yet!” I called out while continuing to follow his steps, until he stopped. I slammed on my internal breaks watching as his back remained turned to me.
“Frost… I… I don’t know what’s going on, but you don’t need to go nomad. I’m sure whatever the fuck that means, we can work it out and everything will be fine, and, and—”
“—Ella…”
“Yeah?” I cleared my throat when I realized I didn’t sound as convincing.
“Shut up.”
He turned slowly until his beautiful face was in full glory. His eyes cut straight to mine, penetrating them like they had done so many times before this while I was at the clubhouse. It’s no secret Frost and I had history. If you didn’t know about it, you’d sure as fuck see it if you ever saw us together.
“Come here.”
“What?” I asked, confused by his command.
He nodded down to his feet. “Come. Here.”
Like a stupid fucking puppy dog, my feet moved on command. I walked up to him until my chest brushed with his fearlessly and effortlessly. My nipples clenched with the contact and I cranked my head to look up at him. I explored his eyes for a hint of...something.
“Give me something here. Why are you doing this?”
His hand came to my face, and he ran the edge of his knuckles down my cheeks, clenching his jaw. “I’m sorry, baby. Come make me forget about it for a few.”
“Then you’ll stay?” I pinned after him, my hand instinctively reaching for his and my fingers wrapping around his own. “Frost?”
He didn’t answer me, so I squeezed.
His eyes snapped to mine. “Yeah, baby. I’ll stay. Now come here.”
He didn’t stay. He lied. We fucked, or rather, he rode my body into the sweetest ecstasy I had ever experienced. I couldn’t walk or see straight for days after that night, but he left. We haven’t seen him since, and the more I think about it, the more I want to hit something. I thought that we had something, even if that does sound delusional, but he made me feel things I had never felt. We had a bond—so I thought. I thought I had meant even just a tiny bit to him, but no. I woke to an empty bed the next morning. I walked out to the deck that sat on the edge of
my bedroom and screamed. I screamed so loud that I’m sure the birds flew out from the trees and the cleanup crew who were still down in the basement heard. He left with Ikea to do some bullshit operation for Raze.
Good thing I got into NYU because now I don’t have to think about it ever again. Screw Frost or Lyle fucking whatever his name was. I’m young, fresh, and now that I’m no longer a virgin, I’m ready to see what the world has to offer. Or, New York.
Chapter 9
“You’re all ready to go?” Millie comes out the front door holding my bag. I decided against going to the clubhouse for that hog roast.
“I am.” I search the ground around my feet. “I think. I don’t know, I feel as though I’m forgetting something.”
“Text us when you get there, okay?” Millie adds, wrapping her arm around Raze.
Raze grins. “I’m glad you’re going off to college, El. One of us needed to not live as an outlaw.
I smile slightly. “Very true. You know, since someone needs to make this family look sane.”
“And that person is definitely not going to be you,” Miles laughs, pulling me in for a hug.
“What?” Millie’s gaze swings between all of us, confused. I tense.
Raze shakes his head at her, brushing off Miles’ mistake. “Just banter, babe.”
“Oh!” Millie smiles at me. “Well, you better get on the road. It’s a long drive.”
“I still don’t understand why you didn’t just fucking fly, El. Seriously.” Joker tosses my bags into the trunk and then comes toward me. His palms come to my face. “I can come with you.”
I roll my eyes, tapping at his hands. I used to have the biggest crush on Joker. It’s hard not to with his boy-ish grin, pretty eyes, six-pack abs and let’s not forget the main reason—the man can dismantle a person’s face with his bare hands. He’s beautifully sick and twisted. Which is why he probably should not be touching me.
