It was too much. Gage kept pushing forward, and I felt like I was ripping in two.
“You’re too big,” I cry, trying to scoot away. Although Gage’s arm was holding me, and it made that impossible.
“Stop fighting me,” he growls.
“I’m not fighting, you just aren’t going to fit!” I cry.
Another inch of his fat cock and I swear I could feel every vein, every throb, and every ridge. He kept ramming his oversized cock into my pussy as I fought to breathe.
It was too much. I pushed at Gage’s shoulders again, trying to wiggle out from under him. Then he leaned forward using his weight and forced more into me.
Just when I thought I was going to die, he pushed through my barrier. Pain exploded as he bottomed out, and my head flung back as I cried out. I felt more shoving, and I needed him out of me.
“Shhh, baby. I promise this will feel fucking amazing,” he whispered into my ear.
Tears fell from my eyes as my body stretched to its limits and fought to accept him. Sweet kisses along my neck had my stomach fluttering.
After what felt like an eternity, the pain turned to a dull ache. Then, the beginning of pleasure started to come back. My pussy loosened and tightened on him as I thought of that orgasm that he just gave me.
“Fuck!” he growled, and then he was moving. In and out, and in long, steady, powerful thrusts. Stretching me and filling me over and over.
“Sweetest fucking pussy,” he groaned as he slammed into me harder, hitting my womb over and over. Another orgasm was building.
My pussy tightened as he pushed into me with short, hard thrusts hitting my clit with every return. Wetness gushed around his cock, electing another groan from him.
“You’re going to take all of me,” he growled as he pulled out and flipped me over. My knees hit the bed, and before my arms could stop my chest from hitting the bed, he was plowing back into me.
From this position, he was sinking in deeper, and his thrusts were harder. Those big calloused hands held my hips, forcing me to take every inch of his massive cock.
He was powering into me so hard that we were sliding up the bed.
“Take it all. I’m going to own this tight, wet pussy,” Gage groaned and growled as he thrust in and out, using my body any way he wanted. Forcing me to take what he wanted to give.
Then it hit me like a fucking wrecking ball. Slamming into and destroying me as my orgasm literally took my breath away.
Every muscle in my body locked up, my pussy clamped down on his thick, heavily-veined dick while my body pulled the orgasm from him.
Gage pulled my hips towards him as he pushed into me hard and fast. The head of his cock continued to press into my womb as he filled me to the brim with hot jets of cum.
“My pussy,” he growled, his fingers were digging into my hair and pulling my head back. “You’re mine.”
He stayed deep inside of me, holding my hair for what felt like an eternity before I responded, “Yours.”
Chapter 18
Gage
Present Day.
I wanted her for a quick fuck, and that was it. I was like I sunk into nirvana. She had a fucking perfect pussy. The thought of someone else touching her had me claiming her.
Ronnie was my old lady. As of last night, when I came so fucking hard, I thought my balls would never empty. Especially when I realized that I was the first man to have her pussy.
Sliding from the bed, I smiled as she grumbled. I needed to tell my brothers that she was mine. Also, Ronnie and I needed to talk about whatever she was hiding. But for now, I had shit to do. Even though I wanted to sink back into her pussy and make her scream my name.
After last night, I knew she was sore. There was no fucking today and possibly not tomorrow. That left talking, something she was going to do a whole lot more of.
Pulling on my cut, I made my way out of the room. The text I got last night, after Ronnie fell asleep, told me there was a meeting this morning at nine am.
The door beside mine opened, and Weston stumbled out. His bloodshot eyes met mine. I hated fucking meeting early, and I guess I wasn’t the only one.
“Fuck, man, my head is killing me,” Weston grumbled.
I laughed and slapped him on the back. Normally this early morning shit had me ready to take someone’s head off, but not today. Shit, for the first time since I left that fucking hellhole, I wasn’t stuck in constant bloodlust.
Walking into the room, I looked around at my brothers. They were all sitting at the table wearing frowns. Not one single coffee cup to be seen.
“No coffee?”
“No, we all just got the fuck up at the ass crack of dawn,” Weston grumbled.
Crow frowns at him before turning to the rest of us. Once my ass hit the chair, the meeting started. I should feel flattered that he waited that damn long. From the look on his face, he was impatient as fuck.
“We have some shit headed our way, and we need to get prepared,” Crow announces.
What the fuck now? We already had to deal with the fucking Albanian mob.
“Maria says her sister is out there somewhere and that the Albanians are searching for her,” Crow continues.
What the fuck does her sister have to do with this shit? I say hand the junkie over and call it a fucking day.
“If all they want is her sister, let's find the sister and present her with a bow.”
Crow looks at me, and something tells me he had thought the same thing.
“She’s my old ladies’ sister,” he sighed.
“Yeah and she turned on her fucking sister,” Weston growls.
“Can you honestly look Maria in the eyes after we hand her sister over to those fucking savages?” Knox asks us all.
“I can,” I shrug when they all look at me like I lost my fucking mind.
“We need to prepare before they get here. Fuck, maybe we can work out some deal,” Crow sighs as he rubs at his temples.
“Yeah, the sister,” I snap.
What the fuck is wrong with them. Can’t they see the only solution was to hand over what they wanted and move the fuck on? We didn’t need a war with those crazy fucks.
“Prepare for war,” Crow announces, ignoring my last comment.
“Well if that’s all, I wanted to say that Ronnie’s mine,” my tone left no room for argument.
Crow looked at me and frowned. And Weston all but fell out of his chair.
“What the fuck?” Knox says.
I glare at all my brothers. What the fuck was their problem?
“One time in the sack and you’re claiming her? Fuck, maybe I should give her a try,” Weston laughs.
Pulling my arm back, I slam my fist into his face and watch as he once again falls out of his chair. This time, the chair went with him.
“That’s my old lady. Respect and reverence when talking about her,” I snarl at him.
“Anyone got something to say about her?” I ask my brothers, coldly. When no one said anything, I settled back into my chair more comfortably.
“Just get ready,” Crow sighs again as he stands up.
The rest of my brothers, I was sure, shuffled out in search of coffee. As much as I wanted coffee, there was something else that I wanted more.
Chapter 19
Ronnie
Present Day.
Rolling over, I reach across the bed to look for Gage only to find the bed empty and the sheets cold. When did he leave? Should I leave?
Why the fuck should I stay? If he wanted me here, he would have said so. Sighing, I sit up and slowly scoot to the edge of the bed.
Just because he said I was his, he didn’t really mean anything. I could chalk it up to being in the moment. Grabbing my jeans and underwear, I slowly pull them up my legs and over my hips. Winching as my sore pussy pressed into the mattress.
As soon as my shirt cleared my head and fluttered around my waist, the door opened. Shit, I was hoping to be out of here to avoid being thrown the fuck
out.
The walk of shame was only worse when you get tossed out of the room. Placing both hands over my face, I rub it in frustration.
“Where are you going?” Gage’s deep voice filled the quiet room.
The question had my hands dropping and my eyes locking onto his. Was this a joke? Was he fucking with me right now?
“I was leaving before I could be tossed out,” I tell him with a self-deprecating laugh. I figured I should be honest. It’s not like I could humiliate myself any more than I have.
“Who the fuck’s tossing you out?” he asks coldly.
“Ugh, you?” My question was filled with the confusion that I was feeling.
“I told you last night, you’re mine,” he says, sounding a little disgruntled.
Awkwardly, I sat down on the bed and tried to fight my wince. Shit, I felt like someone took a battering ram to me. Then again, Gage’s cock could probably be considered a battering ram.
“I was hoping to slip back into bed with you.”
I laugh, yeah that wasn’t happening. “Sorry buddy, but that’s closed for construction. Seems someone broke it last night.”
The laugh that fell from those perfect lips had my heart clenching in my chest. Shit, I was so fucked literally and figuratively.
“I’m hungry,” I tell him just as my stomach growls.
“Come on sweetness, I’ll feed that monster before it commits a crime,” he laughs as I punch him in the arm.
My chest pinched. I could fall in love with this man. You already have, and the thought was terrifying.
Chapter 20
Ronnie
Present Day.
Guilt was like a heavy stone around my neck. It was so damn heavy, my back hurt. Maria sat across from me, and her eyes were sad. I hated myself for not telling her everything.
“I wish I could tell him to just give them my sister,” Maria whispers.
Hate was a strong thing, and self-hatred was the worst. Sighing, I grab Maria and pull her into an awkward hug over the table. After I tell her this, I know she may walk away without looking back. Hell, I wouldn’t blame her, but I couldn’t sit back and let her blame herself not anymore.
“I need to tell you something. Please don’t hate me,” I tell Maria while grabbing her hand. Tears started to fill my eyes.
“Ronnie?” she whispers, “I could never hate you.”
Oh god, I so hope that was true. Swallowing the lump that was choking me, I spilled my secrets.
“It’s Rosaline,” I tell her, which was the first of many confessions.
“Huh?”
“My name is Rosaline. I was born Rosaline.” I choke on my last name, it wasn’t coming and fuck it. Truthfully, it wasn’t all that important in the grand scheme of things.
“I don’t understand.”
Closing my eyes, I let the past swallow me. I thought of the memories and every moment I had with Maria and Shawn. Which was soon to be demolished by what I can’t change.
“I was born into the Albanian mob. My father agreed to marry me off to the head of the family. He was a monster, hell he was viler than that. He may even be the devil himself and his brother the prince of hell.”
I can’t look at her. My eyes are glued to the table, and I take a small comfort in the fact her hand is still in mine.
“I wanted nothing but freedom. I was trapped in a life I didn’t want. I was to be married to a man who committed some atrocious crimes to his own wife. He killed her so he could have me.”
Admitting that was something I thought I could never do. I was the reason a woman was dead.
“I stole money from my father and ran. I found you a few months after I left. Sometimes I think you would have been better off if I had dropped you at a hospital. But I was worried you could be like me and running for your very life.”
The silence was killing me, but I didn’t let it stop the flow of words. The gut-wrenching truth as it poured out like an unhealing wound.
“I knew my fate if I was found. I would be made an example of. I was never going to stay in one place too long, but I couldn’t leave you. I should have, you wouldn’t have been put into this mess. It’s me they want, not you.”
The hand that I was so relieved to feel slipped away, and so did another piece of my soul.
“So, my sister…”
Looking up at her, I made sure she can see the truth in my face as I say the words.
“She did turn you in, I can’t change that. I’m sorry, but Zec is after me, not you.”
I wait for her to rail, scream, anything. Again, I look away. Her carefully blank face cut into me in ways I never thought possible.
“You saved me and stayed in one place for me?” she asks.
“I understand if you need to turn me over. I know you must hate me. Wait, what?” I was choking on the words only to fall into confusion.
“You said you needed to stay on the move, and yet you set down roots for me?” Her voice was low, giving nothing away.
“Yes, I couldn’t leave you.” I gave a shrug as if it was that simple.
“Shit,” Maria whispers.
Closing my eyes, I think of all the things that were about to happen. Maria would surely tell the guys, and I would soon find myself in front of Zec. I couldn’t blame them really.
“Crow,” Maria says quickly.
My eyes snap open and lock on Gages who was literally standing over Maria’s shoulder. From the look on his face, he heard everything.
“We need to talk,” Crow tells Maria then he looks at Gage. “Call a meeting. I want to talk to everyone in an hour.”
Without even looking at me, he grabs Maria’s hand gently and pulls her to her feet. Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw that she disappeared from view. Honestly, I was afraid to take my eyes off Gage.
“Come on,” his voice was quiet with not a hint of what he was feeling or thinking.
Swallowing, I allow him to pull me from the table, and in the direction of his room. Letting him wasn’t an option, it was going to happen whether I let it or not.
Chapter 21
Ronnie
Present Day.
I expected Gage to be angry. Instead, he pushed me towards the bed and demanded that I strip. Quickly. So, I slowly unbuttoned my pants. Was he going to toss me out the door naked?
“Engaged,” he grumbles as he pulls his shirt over his head. From the sounds of it, he wasn’t looking for a response from me.
“Fucking asshole thinks she’s his,” he snarls quietly.
His dark eyes lock on mine, and I can see that he’s none too pleased with my state of undress or lack thereof.
“Clothes, now,” he snaps.
My hands move a little faster now. Something about the words Gage was mumbling and grumbling about said he’s about to prove the invisible owner wrong.
As my bra hit the floor, I lifted my head to look at him. But instead, I found the world spinning as he turned me roughly. He proceeds to shove my chest flush onto the bed. My ass was now sticking up in the air, and my feet were still on the floor.
“I’ll fucking show everyone that you belong to me,” he growls as he lines his thick cock up to my entrance. There was no other warning. No foreplay. Just a quick, harsh thrust and he forced his massive dick into my pussy. Forcing me to take every inch of him.
My mouth dropped open as a loud screamed moan is forced from me. There was a bit of pain mixed within the intense pleasure.
One of his hands gripped my hip, and the other weaved through my brown locks. He then pulled my head back, and I was lifted a few inches off the bed, causing me to bow slightly.
“This pussy is mine,” he snarls as he pounded into me from behind. His hold forced me to take everything he wanted to give.
Screams of pleasure filled the room, mixing with the sound of flesh hitting flesh. Wet noises were coming from my pussy every time his cock pulled out and slammed back into me.
As a result, the bed hit the wall over and o
ver, and my hips hit the mattress, forcing me to bounce forward.
“I fucking own this. You. Are. Mine!” He shouts as he pounded into me, impossibly harder.
His heavy cock thrusts in and out of me, hitting my womb on each return. The pleasure was just too much.
“I will fill you full of my cum until I fucking knock you up!” he roars. Those words sent me over the edge. My whole body stiffened and shook as he plowed past my spasming walls.
I felt his hot breath as he leaned over my back, using his weight to push his dick in as far as it would go.
“Fucking understand me, you are mine. This pussy is mine. No one is going to take you from me,” Gage growls. “And sweetness, if I have to keep you barefoot and pregnant, I will.”
His cock twitched, and then he was filling me over and over with his hot thick cum. His dirty, naughty words sent me into another smaller climax.
I waited for him to pull out, but he surprised me when he lifted my hips slightly, pulling me further onto his cock. He was making sure that I was at an angle, so his cum stayed deep inside me.
The man was crazy. He was trying to ensure his seed took root. For the first time, I was truly afraid of him. Zec was going to get me, and pregnant wasn’t going to be a good thing.
Chapter 22
Ronnie
Present Day.
The last two weeks together have been amazing. The only thing making it hard were the secrets. They were easier to keep with Gage making runs. He was getting ready for something, but he wouldn’t tell me about it.
I had a very good idea as to what, but I didn’t want to think too hard on it. If I did, it could be the end of the line for me.
After the pounding that he just gave me. I was limp and ready for a nap. Learning some of my secrets this morning sent him into a caveman frenzy.
The other secrets, well technically, there was only one. I was going to turn myself over to Zec before anyone died for me.
“What’s on your bucket list?” The question came from left field, and it had me looking at him in complete confusion.
“Huh?”
“What are the things that you want to do more than anything?” he asks with a shrug.
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