In any other world, she would’ve been mine for the night.
“So, what kept you up tonight?” she asked.
I watched her hoist herself onto the kitchen counter. Her long legs, swinging against the cabinetry. My eyes lingered on her thighs. Those bare thighs covered only by a long t-shirt. They were smooth. Soft. Delectable, and ready for my taking. She had socks on her feet, and I found myself wanting to slide them off and give them a nice massage.
Before working my way up between her legs.
“Sometimes, I can’t sleep,” I said.
Natasha nodded. “Any particular reason?”
“Nightmares, mostly.”
“About…?”
I started making my sandwich. “A former life.”
“Sounds ominous.”
“Not really something I like talking about.”
“Trust me, I get it. I don’t like talking about my former life either.”
I nodded. “You mean your mafia life?”
“No, the one before that. The one that makes the mafia look like a vacation.”
I paused. “That good, huh?”
She snickered. “Something tells me you understand that.”
I cleared my throat. “I suppose I should ask you the obvious.”
She snorted. “You’re wanting to know if I was trying to sneak out.”
I slowly looked over at her. “Did you just snort?”
“What? You never heard a girl snort before?”
“No.”
“Wait, really?”
I shook my head. “Never.”
“Well, get used to it. Because if anyone in here says anything remotely funny, it’s Snortsville for me.”
“Charming.”
“Ah, you know how to woo the women, don’t you?”
I turned my attention back to my sandwich. “At any rate, I don’t think any of us are in a joking mood. So, you might get to tuck your piggish ways back in for a little while.”
“I don’t know whether to be flattered or insulted.”
“Yep. You haven't gotten much sleep then.”
She pushed me playfully and giggled. And the sound wrapped me up, warming me to my core. I grinned at her, stealing a glance at her smile as it spread across her face. As it lit up her features. As it brightened her entire presence.
She looked good in a smile.
“Plus, I told Brynn I’d wait until the morning to figure things out. And you know it’s never morning until the sun comes up,” she said.
I shrugged. “Anything before ten A.M. isn’t morning, if you ask me.”
“I like your style, Toxin.”
She reached over and placed the last piece of bread on top of my sandwich. And after crushing it down, she picked it up. I watched her with a slacked jaw as she eyed me playfully. Wrapping her lips around the outside of the sandwich. She took the largest bite, too. Mustard and mayonnaise imprinted itself against her cheeks. She moaned as she chewed, licking her lips. Her fingertips. Gracing me with sounds I wanted to hear while her throat was stuffed with my dick.
Down, boy.
“And here I thought you could make your own sandwich,” I said, chuckling.
“Mm. It looked so good, though. You should really have one,” she said with her mouth full.
I laughed. “Yeah. I guess I’ll whip one right up.”
She winked. “You really should.”
I made myself another sandwich, listening as she softly groaned over the one I’d made. Not for her, of course. That one had been stolen from me. But I found I didn’t mind. I picked up my sandwich and took a bite. I turned around and leaned against the kitchen counter. I wanted to ask her so many things. Learn so much about her. Including her life before the mafia.
But I had a lot of faith I needed to show, first.
“A cult,” I said.
Natasha paused in the corner of my eye. “What?”
“My life before the club. The one I don’t want to talk about much. I was raised on a compound inside a cult.”
“You—wai—you’re—are you serious?”
I nodded as I took a bite of my sandwich.
“Toxin, look at me.”
I glanced at her. “Yes?”
“What kind of a cult?”
I shrugged. “Religious. They usually are. A massive compound right in the middle of a deserted area of New Mexico. I was born into it by my mother. Who was nothing more than a child herself.”
“My God, Toxin. How old was she?”
I shook my head. “She wasn’t more than fifteen when she gave birth to me. I was raised by one of the older women on the compound. One of the leader’s numerous wives.”
“How did you escape?”
“Mom wanted better for me. I mean, I still saw her. It wasn’t like they withheld me from my mother. But her job was to keep pushing out children until she was no longer physically able to. Which essentially meant until the compound leader didn’t see her as beautiful and virile any longer.”
“How fucking sick.”
I nodded. “You’re telling me.”
“Were you…?”
I knew what she was asking. “Yeah. There was a little bit of everything. Beatings when the kids got out of control. Stepped out of line. Starvation tactics for those that were caught trying to leave. Throw dehydration for shits and giggles into the mix and you’ve got a recipe for brainwashing.”
“But, I mean, you obviously got out.”
I nodded. “Like I said, Mom wasn’t stupid. She was a child being taken advantage of. A girl who had been abducted herself and forced into the lifestyle. When I was thirteen, she started talking to me about all the wrong that place was doing. She helped me escape by taking me on walks and showing me the vulnerable parts of the compound.”
“How old you were when you escaped?”
“Not much older than when she’d originally given birth to me. About sixteen or so. I told her I’d come back for her. That I’d make sure my mother was safe. Then, I made a break for it in the middle of the night.”
“Where is she now? Your mother?”
I tensed. “Dead.”
Natasha gasped. “I’m so sorry.”
I shrugged. “She knew the price she was paying when she helped me leave. My testimonies helped to bring down the cult. Help infiltrate the compound. But most everyone was already dead because of ‘toxic water’.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?”
“Nope. The asshole poisoned their only water source. Killed every single person in that damn place. Children, included.”
I felt something warm against my bare shoulder and I looked over at her hand. She squeezed me, and electricity filled my veins. I took a bite of my sandwich to keep my mind off it. But when she started rubbing my skin, my heart rate skyrocketed.
“So, that’s me in a nutshell. Cult runaway. Responsible for the mass murder of hundreds—”
“That was the leader’s fault. Not yours,” she said.
I shrugged. “Tell that to sixteen-year-old me.”
“I’m telling you that now. It wasn’t your fault, Toxin.”
I whipped around, abandoning my sandwich. “That’s why all of this is so important to me, Natasha.”
She gasped as I placed my hands on either side of her body. Effectively pinning her against the counter.
“Toxin, you—”
“That’s why you have to trust me. That’s why you have to cooperate. Because if you don’t, I risk the only other family I’ve ever known being slaughtered at the hands of a man I can’t control. A man I can’t save them from. Help us, Natasha. Tell us what you know. Anyone. Brynn. Grave. Any of the other girls. A child. Someone. Please.”
I gazed into her eyes as my guard slipped down. I couldn't help it. It was the first time I’d ever recounted that story to someone since Brewer first found me on the streets. Since Brewer took me in. Since Brewer brought me in front of the guys and helped make me a prospect so I could work and make
money for myself.
I expected Natasha to push me away. To spit in my face. Or start yelling again. But instead, her hands slid up my arms. Rumbled over my muscles. Until her warm, velvety hands cupped either side of my neck.
“If you can protect me from Ivan, I’ll help,” she whispered.
I swallowed hard. “Who’s Ivan?”
“My life before the mafia.”
“Boyfriend?”
She nodded.
“Not nice boyfriend?”
She nodded again.
“How many times did you try to get away?”
She swallowed hard. “Four. And he put me in the hospital twice before resorting to other tactics to punish me.”
“What did he do to you, Natasha?”
She shook her head. “It doesn’t matter. Just promise me you’ll—”
My hands came up at the speed of light. I cupped the nape of her neck and the back of her head. I pulled her closer. I felt her breath against my lips. And as her feet locked around the back of my calves, I held her eyes to mine. I refused to let her go as my eyes danced between hers.
“What. Did he do to you?” I asked.
Her eyes watered. “The third time I ran, I locked me in his basement until I promised not to do it again. And when I ran a fourth time, he—”
I placed my forehead against hers. “I swear to fuck on high, you’re safe here.”
She let out a shuddering breath. “The fourth time, he beat me until I couldn't move out of bed to try and leave again.”
I fisted her hair. The anger that swelled in my veins was enough to level an entire fucking state. Our noses nuzzled together, her body jumping with her sobs. I didn’t want her to cry. It broke my soul to listen to such a strong, stubborn ass woman cry. And as my head tilted off to the side, I did the only thing I could do to stop her from tainting her skin with such agonizing streaks of salted water.
I pressed my lips against hers.
Until our teeth clattered together with our kissing.
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Natasha
The feeling of his tongue took my breath away. The force of his kiss left me aching for more. My mind screamed at me to stop. But the cells of my body begged me to continue. The musk of his strength filled my nostrils. The stubble of his face slid across my skin. He kissed me until our teeth clattered. Until my head fell off to the side and I opened myself up to him.
To let him take more of me.
I should have hated it. I should have pulled away and slapped the shit out of him. But I didn’t. And I didn’t hate myself for it. His hands commanded my body, pulling me closer and gripping my tendrils. I slid my hands down his chest, feeling those rippling muscles underneath. They were strong. Lean. Pulled taut over his body and encased beneath stretched skin that boasted of the valleys his body provided me.
For my curves to fill.
He grunted down the back of my throat. His tongue slid across the roof of my mouth, forcing my toes to curl. His arms cloaked my back, pulling me closer to him. And when I felt his cock swelling, my pussy ached to be filled with it. With him.
Filled with this angry, annoying, devastating man.
I whimpered against his lips. His hands slid to my ass cheeks. He hoisted me off the edge of the kitchen counter and I had my moment. A moment to slip away. To drop to my feet and push him away from my body. But I didn’t take it. Instead, I wrapped myself around him. Arms and legs alike. I locked myself around his body as he carried me away from the kitchen. His cock, pulsing hard against the inside of my thigh. I fisted his shirt within the palms of my hands. I climbed him like a fucking tree until my face hovered over his. I kissed down his stubble. Along his jawline. Down his neck. I raked my teeth along his pulse point, listening to him growl softly as he walked us back into a bedroom.
Then used my back to close the fucking door.
“Toxin,” I gasped.
Off came our shirts. His lips muted my sounds as the naked swell of my breasts filled the divots of his chest. He locked the bedroom door before he pulled me away from its hard surface, carrying me into the middle of the room. He tossed me up into the air. My eyes widened until my back hit the mattress. And as I bounced, his eyes watched me. His tongue licked his lips. His beautiful body glistened in the small lamplight we were afforded before he slipped out of his boxers.
Showcasing the massive cock that stood at attention.
My jaw slowly fell open. He fell to his knees on the mattress. He ripped the rest of my clothes off, leaving me just as naked as himself. His lips fell to my tits. He wrapped his warm mouth around my nipples, his tongue stroking them to painful peaks. I moaned as my back fell to the bed. I slid my fingers through his hair. He pinned me down, preventing my bucking as his precum leaked slowly against my skin.
“Toxin, please.”
“Not until I say so,” he murmured.
He kissed down my body. He tossed my legs over his shoulders. He lapped up my slit as my back arched, ready and needy for him. Juices dripped from my entrance. Giving him more to devour as he quickly found my clit. His tongue stroked me deeply. Pressed into my swollen mound and left me breathless as he continued his assault on my body.
But each time I grew close to falling apart, he backed off.
“Toxin, please.”
“Fuck, come on.”
“So close, so close, so—no, no, no, no. Come back. Toxin, why?”
He chuckled. “You really should’ve treated me better, beautiful.”
I panted. “Never.”
“Then, accept your fate in the palms of my hands.”
He filled me with one finger. Then, two. He stroked me tenderly. Softly. Unlike the motions of the angry man I’d come to know. My legs shivered. My thighs jumped. My pussy quivered around his fingertips as his tongue held its station against my clit. I bucked ravenously against him. I lost all control of his body. I was too close for comfort. I felt myself teetering on an edge I’d do anything to throw myself off.
“Toxin, fuck. I’ll do anything. Anything. Please. Just—just just just—just let me, I—”
“Anything?”
I nodded furiously. “Any. Fucking. Thing.”
“Perfect, beautiful.”
He pumped his fingers relentlessly and flicked his tongue against my clit. Quick as lightning, and enough to finally push me over the edge. My back bowed so tightly I thought I’d break. My legs locked around his face, drowning him in my thighs. I dug my bare heels into his back, gasping for air. And as his broken name fell from my lips, not once did he stop his assault.
He kept going. Kept fucking me with his fingers. Kept swirling that warm tongue around my clit as he nudged me up the edge again.
“Oh, fuck,” I whimpered.
“You taste fantastic,” he growled.
My eyes rolled back as I fell over the edge again. I shook as muted sounds poured from my lips. And when I collapsed against the back of the bed, I felt my juices dripping down my ass crack. My body spiraled as he slowed the ministrations of his tongue to nothing but a soft lap. I gasped for air. I readied myself for his intrusion. I wanted to feel him. Needed to fill him. Needed to feel full of him before my body was too spent.
But instead, I felt his pinky dancing around my puckered asshole.
“Toxin,” I whispered.
“Relax for me, gorgeous.”
“I-I-I-I don’t—I—just—”
“I’ll go slow. Trust me on this.”
My jaw quivered as I slowly relaxed my body. His pinky rimmed the edge of my asshole, teasing a part of my body that had never been penetrated before. My head pressed into the mattress. My juices dripped against the bed. My feet slid up and down his back, feeling his rippling muscles working for my pleasure. Never in my life had I felt this good underneath a man. Never had I felt this cherished, wanted, or beautiful within the palms of a man’s hands.
And as I drew in a deep breath, his pinky penetrated my virginal hole.
“Shit,” I hissed.
“Breathe, Natasha.”
He inched in again, and a rush came over me. Electricity, frying the rest of my brain and opening up that hole of mine. I relaxed into him. I pressed my ass further down his finger. I heard him chuckling. That proud sound that washed over me and rumbled my ribcage. I wanted to smack him for it. And yet, I felt fuller than I ever had in my life.
I didn’t want it to stop, either.
“Just one more. Toxin, just one more.”
“Oh, I’m giving you more than just one.”
My eyes flew open. “What?”
He crooked his fingers and dove back into my pussy. He stroked my clit with his tongue, causing my jaw to unhinge in silent pleasure. I bucked against him. I fucked his damn face with my body. His bed scraped across the floor with my movements as he laid there, allowing me use of his body in any way I pleased. It was magical. Incredible. It left me speechless as pleasure filled the marrow of my bones. I fell over the edge again, my holes clamping down around his fingers.
With my body shivering out of control.
“I think that’s enough for tonight,” he murmured.
As he slid his fingers away from my body, he kissed the inside of my thighs. My body jumped with every inch that slid out of me. And when his fingers were finally gone, I felt empty. Tears rushed my eyes. I sniffled as I stared at the ceiling. I heard the sounds of running water as my chest jumped. Why was I crying? I didn’t understand it. These feelings I was experiencing, I didn’t know how to handle them.
“Come here, gorgeous.”
Toxin wrapped his arms around me and for once, I felt truly safe. I turned into him and my face pressed against his chest as he manipulated and maneuvered my body. He laid down, slipping my leg between his. Pulling my arm around his waist. And placing my head against his chest. He stroked his fingers through my hair, unraveling the knots as my tears dripped against his skin.
“It’s okay. Let it out,” he murmured.
I cried myself to sleep against him that night, not knowing if I was happy or sad.
I guess, maybe a bit of both.
* * *
“Natasha.”
“Mmm, no.”
A chuckle hit my ears. “Natasha, you need to wake up for me.”
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