by Dani René
He’s been the only man I’ve been with other than my epic failure of a first time. It was a fumbled mess that left me wanting. I gave up my virginity to a boy in school because I wanted to feel something. The pain. The sting of his dick sliding into me. Breaking me made me feel alive.
It wasn’t good.
There was no emotion.
When Hudson had come into the picture, I was almost happy. It was a reprieve for me to finally have someone who wanted me. Until he learned about my secret, he did want me. And with him, I allowed myself to forget the years of bullying and torment. I even shoved those angry words and sneers directed at me into a little box. But no matter how much time I spent with Hudson, he never offered me solace because as soon as he was gone, I’d reach for the razor.
The moment I turned thirteen, I told my father I wanted to go to defense classes. He didn’t understand why, but I explained that if one of the guards wasn’t around, at least I’d be able to defend myself. Finally, after more begging on my side, he agreed. I know how to fight, to take a man down. I’m stronger than I was before, and slowly, I’ve become more comfortable in my own skin.
I pick up my stereo remote and turn on the song I listen to when I’m in this mood. "Numb" by Linkin Park screams through the speakers as I bleed words onto the page. It’s an old diary with yellowing pages that allows me to express myself with words when I have no one else to talk to.
My phone vibrates on the nightstand, startling me. When I pick it up, I notice a number I don’t recognize. Swiping the screen, I lift it to my ear. “Hello?”
“You alone, sweetheart?” The gruff tone of the stranger from the club sounds through the speaker and somehow travels through me, igniting heat in every inch of my body.
“I am.” My confirmation earns me a grunt from the other end of the line, and I wonder what he’s doing. Is he alone? Is he on his bed or sofa? “I didn’t think I’d hear from you.”
“I don’t play with little girls, but you’ve intrigued me, baby,” he murmurs. The word baby in his thick Irish accent only serves to send me spiraling with need. My core pulses, and I’m tempted to touch myself while he speaks.
“I’m not a—”
“Yeah, I know. You’re not a little girl. Tell me something. Why me?” He sounds genuinely curious. I lie back on the mountain of pillows adorning my bed and listen to him.
“You’re dangerous.”
“I am,” he concedes easily, and I know I’ve made the right choice. “And that’s all the more reason for you to stay away from me.” It’s a warning. One I won’t listen to. I’ve never been good with authority. Unless it’s my father who seems to force shit on me. Shit like Hudson, who thinks he’s got a claim to me. I know the only reason he’s near me is because my father hired him to work in the senate office.
“What if I want the danger?”
“I’m no good for pretty young girls.” Once more, his warning falls on deaf ears. “Are those pretty panties wet right now?” His gruff question sends a heated tingle trickling over my skin causing goosebumps to rise everywhere.
“They are,” I tell him honestly. I may look like a sweet, innocent girl, but you should never judge a book by its cover.
“Then touch them. I want to hear you,” he orders in a husky tone. My fingers trail down between my legs. My pen and journal forgotten when I reach my pussy. The material is slowly getting wetter with each word he utters.
A moan falls from my lips unbidden, but I earn myself a husky growl in response.
“Slip them to the side. Imagine my finger stroking you. Are you shaven, Blossom?” he inquires easily.
“I’m smooth. Warm. Wet.” My words elicit more sounds from him and I’m certain it’s him jerking himself off while listening to me. “Are you . . .?”
“I’m fisting my cock. It’s hard because of you and that hot fucking body.” He grumbles once more, and I can’t stop the smile on my face.
“You’re a pervert,” I retort, but I’m sure he can hear my smile. My fingers still teasing my clit, finding myself so wet I’m sure he can hear the sounds from my ministrations.
“And that’s why you want me.” He’s right. He’s filthy and dangerous, and perhaps even a little depraved. “Did you want my cock in your cunt in that parking lot, sweet thing?” His filthy words are feral. A need we both feel overtakes us, and I whimper as his moans rumble over the line. “That’s it, come hard for your filthy fucking pervert on the phone.”
My body shudders and shakes as an orgasm rips through me. My toes curl into the sheets; my body bows off the bed as pleasure zings over my skin, rippling like a wave crashing on the shore. Trickling into nothing.
“You’re beautiful, Madison Parker,” he murmurs as I come down from a high I’ve never before experienced. I’ve been with a man before, fucked and touched myself, but nothing compares to what just happened, and he hasn’t laid a finger on me yet.
“You don’t know me,” I respond, breathless and wanton. This can’t be a one-time thing. I want this man to obliterate everything that’s hurting me. I need him to take the ache inside me away.
“And you don’t know me either,” he tells me easily, and he’s right. I don’t know him, but I want to.
“Why don’t you come and steal me away?” I question. “Tomorrow. Come see me. Give me a ride on your motorcycle,” I urge him.
“Madison.” He breathes my name in his thick accent, which doesn’t help ease the yearning for him. “You’re playing with fire.” The man has warned me off him so many times in this conversation, but I haven’t yet given up. I don’t want to.
“I like to get burned.” My words earn me another grunt. “Please, Pervert, burn me.” My plea is breathless, filled with wonder and hunger. I’m starving for it.
“Callan,” he says.
“What?”
“My name is Callan. If you call me pervert one more time, I’ll come over there right now and spank your ass red-raw, then I’ll fuck it until you’re a bloody mess on my shaft.”
I can’t stop the whimper that falls from my lips at his filthy promise. A vow to hurt me. My body responds with a tremble. My legs splay wide, and I spank my own mound so hard I cry out in the darkness.
“Do you like that, Blossom? Me making you hurt and bleed?”
“Yes.”
One word is all he needed to curse a growled Jesus Christ down the line.
“You’re a very bad girl, Madison,” he admonishes me, but there’s a tell in his tone. A feral rumble of desire I know I’ve caused. He wants me as much as I do him.
“That means you’ll have to punish me,” I say, smiling as he goes silent, and I wonder what’s running through his mind right now.
“Tomorrow, you’ll be at Seven Sins at eight, where you’ll wait for me until I arrive. I have shit to do during the day, but if you really want this, then you’ll be there. Am I understood?” he commands easily, and something tells me this man is used to getting his own way. “And wear a dress. I want those legs bare for me.”
“What makes you think I’ll even be there?”
“You will. Because you know that your prep-school boyfriend can’t make your pretty pussy wet like I can. And you’re the one who sought me out, sweetheart. Don’t forget, if you’re not at the club tomorrow night, I’ll walk away, and you’ll never see me again.” He’s adamant. I nod to no one. He can’t see me, and how I wish he could. Because he’d see how needy I really am for him.
“Till tomorrow.”
He doesn’t respond as the line dies. The ceiling dances with shadows as the moonlight shines through the windows. My face cracks into a big smile. Excitement tickles my stomach like a million butterfly wings flapping wildly.
He’s right about so many things. It’s dangerous meeting a man I don’t know, but it’s in a public place. At least, that’s what I tell myself as I head into my bathroom to get ready for bed.
I brush my teeth, taking in my flushed reflection in the mirror. The orgasm he g
ave me was amazing, but slowly doubt seeps into my mind. I try to shove it away as it attacks me. I can’t though, because if he sees me naked, he’ll know.
Perhaps we can do whatever he has planned without needing to get naked. He wanted me to wear a dress. He can easily lift it up without taking it off. Nodding, I decide that’s the easiest way. As the thought lingers in my mind, I realize I’ve already decided I’ll fuck him. I want to.
With that thought weighing heavily on me, I slip under the covers and close my eyes, hoping my mind will ease up and sleep will steal me.
Callan
Pulling the knife from my glove box, I run it along the dashboard, watching the blonde woman kiss the asshole. Only she’s no woman, she’s girl. Oh, the lies that riddle this man’s life are like a venom slowly trickling through every pore on his body. His hands cup her pert ass cheeks, gripping them as he lifts her. They move into the bedroom, and my gaze trails along with them. It’s light enough to see her body straddle his, and my cock rages behind my metal zipper with images of Madison Parker riding me just like that.
After my earlier phone call with the feisty little tease, I’m still hard as fuck. Solid steel, painful and throbbing for her tight cunt. The sounds of her finding pleasure while talking to me were more than I could take as I let spurt after spurt of hot release streak my bare stomach.
A soft vibration sounds beside me, and I wonder if it’s her, but then I remember I was expecting a call. “Oliver,” I answer after glancing at his name flashing on the screen.
“How are you doing, O’Leary?” he questions, and I can hear the smirk in his voice. He’s one of Carrick’s contacts, a man everyone wants to know, and every person who visits Seven Sins wants to fuck.
“The usual,” I respond. “I’ve been watching them. It’s definitely the blonde from Sins. No doubt Mr. Parker is deep in this, and there’s no way he’s getting out. I wonder if she has a magic pussy or something?” I can’t help chuckling.
He sighs at my observation. “That is interesting. She’s going to be named along with him in this. I wonder just what she wants from a man like that. He’s old enough to be her father,” he says. Once again, there’s a confidence in his tone. The man exudes it like a goddamn cologne.
My eyes are glued to the scene before me. The man leans in. His mouth finds her nipple, and her back arches. My hand moves instinctively over the bulge in my jeans, squeezing, gripping my cock as he pulls her panties down those long, lithe legs. She smiles up at him. There’s nothing sweet about her, it’s all sinful, vile, and I know that this woman is a threat to Madison in more wats than I ever could’ve imagined. And Magnus seems to be playing the innocent daddy role far too well.
“Oh, she’s giving him the ride of his life. Even though she’s half his fucking age,” I grunt out in frustration. Madison is pretty much half my age, but I still want her on her knees swallowing my dick, looking up at me with those pretty eyes. Is it wrong? Perhaps. But I don’t care.
“Let me know when you can send the footage, and I’ll make sure it’s edited so her father will see just how his precious daughter is spending her time. Also, I’ve set up an interview for you tomorrow. Mr. Parker needs someone to assist while he’s away. He leaves on Friday. His daughter needs a bodyguard of sorts.”
This perks me up. “Oh?”
“Yeah, and you’ll have access to his house. I’m sure you can find a way into his home office where he has all the documents we may need.”
“Sounds good. I’ll be there.”
“Make sure you land this job. It’s our only way into the Parker house,” he warns, but he doesn’t need to tell me that.
“Do you really think that low of me?” I question, chuckling. “I’ll land it. He’ll be begging me to work for him.” I stare out at the skyline twinkling beneath the dark sky. The possibility of playing with little Madison causes me to harden fully.
“Be careful of the daughter. She may be beautiful, but she could be as bad as her father,” he tells me as if he’s reading my mind.
“Well then, she’s just met her downfall, because I’ll break her until there’s nothing left.” It’s a promise, my voice steady with the threat hanging heavily in it.
“If you need anything, call me.”
“Thank you, Oliver.”
He hangs up without responding, and my phone beeps with incoming mail. A smile tilts my mouth. Magnus Parker is taking what he doesn’t deserve. Things that shouldn’t be done when you’re in his position of power, and that only makes me want to hurt him more. To see him bleed. And the one way I know I can easily do that is through the pretty brunette. Madison will be easy pickings. Magnus will feel wrath, not only mine, but that of the public he’s put on a show for all this time.
My eyes are glued to the erotic scene before me as he shoves his boxers down. My blade glints as I move it toward my mouth, my tongue darting out as I lick the sharp edge, palming my cock as he drives into her. He’s gentle, loving, and sweet. So far from who I am, what I hunger to do to women.
They move in sync, their hips coming together. They’re connected. They’re making love at a pace that would be construed as affectionate. But he’s a liar; he’s a vile creature. And I know for a fact that the filth he hides will soon be brought to the surface.
I may not kill him, because torturing him may be even more satisfying. I’ll break his daughter down to nothing. He’ll watch me use her until there’s nothing left. Revenge is easy. All you need is a cold, dead heart, and I have one of those. Oliver’s earlier warning about her only has me ready to really see what she can handle. If she’s as feisty as I believe, I can’t wait to see how she crumbles beneath me. It doesn’t hurt to have some fun when you’re on a job.
I enjoy a challenge, and I have a feeling the little curvaceous brunette will offer me just that. After her whimpering on the phone earlier, I know one thing for sure. Madison is a needy little girl who loves it rough. She certainly did enjoy the filthy words I spewed.
The precious little girl wants a ruthless killer instead of a clean-cut politician. Her little cunt will drip when she’s blindfolded, bound, and flogged. I’ll ensure her body trembles with need when I show her just how far I’ll push her outside of her boundaries. The more risqué, the better. And soon, I’ll give her exactly what she desires.
They move faster, and so does my hand. I’m jerking off, watching a woman fuck the asshole who I want to drain of blood. The sickness that lies in my mind as my eyes stay glued to them turns me on. It makes me hunger more, so much more. I watch her come. She bows off the bed; her body shudders, but it’s not real.
If there’s one thing I’ve learned about women, it's that they’re brilliant actresses. They may come across as innocent, not showing off that need that’s hidden deep in the recesses of their minds, but it’s there. Hidden, because they know that society will shame them for wanting it. It takes a real man to draw it out. A woman can play any man with a pout of her full, red lips.
They finish, and when I glance down, I realize I’ve spurted sticky semen all over my hand. Dropping the knife on the seat beside me, I grab tissues and clean myself. Once I’m done, my attention is once again on the house before me.
The lights are out. I know they’re asleep because this is the fifth night in a row I’ve been here. I’ve watched them make love, him inside her. But every single night, she’s put on a show to ensure his ego is still fully inflated, and I wonder just how much he’s paying her.
Sighing, I lean back on the leather seat, reveling in the thought of finishing this job. When I finally watch Mr. Parker take his last breath. I stop the camera from filming and slide it into the small black bag. The footage is all we’ll need to ensure Mr. Parker plays nice.
Starting the engine, I pull away from the house. I’m tempted to go to her. The house may be secure to her father’s standards, but I know where the weak spots are in his security system. I can easily slip through her window and steal her before she even realizes what�
�s going on.
The thing she doesn’t realize is that as soon as she approached me outside Seven Sins, she became my prey; and soon, when I unleash the hunter she so clearly forgot about, she’ll rue the day she ever begged me to take her.
As I weave through traffic, I take in the skyline. Chicago is beautiful at night. Any city has a shimmering beauty in the darkness. I revel in it. In the shadows. My life has never been easy. Growing up the son of a mobster wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows. I’ve seen death, I’ve tasted blood, and perhaps that’s why I’ve become the way I am.
When Carrick told me he opened Seven Sins, an elite BDSM club, I researched. His kink was no secret to me and Cayleigh, our sister, but I never found it appealing—until I read about it. Until I finally experienced what it was like having a woman kneel before me, willing to do anything I wanted.
I’m so vastly different from my brother. So far you’d wonder if we’re even related. I am an unapologetic asshole. I enjoy the cries and screams of the girls who take my dick. They all hope I’ll put a ring on their finger. But that will never happen. So, the ones who are lucky enough to experience me are chosen for a particular reason — they need to not have any limits when it comes to what I want.
Soon I’ll have a new toy to play with.
Madison Parker.
A young, twenty-one-year-old brunette with eyes of cinnamon. When she came into Seven Sins six months ago, I’d just arrived with my sister. That’s when I learned who she was when my brother warned me off.
That was the night I vowed that Madison, with her big, brown eyes that shimmered with restrained hunger, would be my target. A good hunter takes his time, moves in slow, and when they least expect it, attacks with vengeance.
I’m almost at Sins when I smile, knowing there’ll be a woman ready for me as soon as I walk through the door. Once I park and exit the vehicle Carrick loaned me if I wanted to make use of it, I grab the one thing I’ll need for my scene. The need-to-use instrument, namely the blade in the sleek, leather holster on my belt, is ready to slide over lace or silk, unwrapping the beautiful gift beneath.
