by Madison Faye
He lets go of my hand and storms away through a doorway. I follow.
“Hang on, Gray, what are you—”
I freeze as I step into the doorway of what’s clearly his home office to see him standing behind his desk.
There’s a gun in his hand.
“Oh holy fuck. What are you—”
“Not what you think,” he growls. “But this is fucking over.”
“Gray—”
“Stay here.”
“Gray!”
“Zoe, stay here.”
I glare at him. “You can’t just tell me to—”
“I can, and I just did.”
I open my mouth to say something when he puts the gun down and strides across the room to hold me tight.
“Zoe, please. Just stay here. I’m not going to do what you think I am, alright?”
I chew on my lip, but when I finally meet his eyes, I can see a fire there that lights something inside of me.
“You know, I’m still paid up for three weeks.”
I roll my eyes. “You’re seriously bringing that into—”
“I’d like a show in forty minutes. Be ready.”
Somehow, his real voice is as commanding and illicitly consuming as he was in our online chatting. And like some sort of automatic response to that commanding tone, my body responds. I gasp quietly as the heat teases it’s way through my body, my skin coming alive, my nipples hardening to points under my shirt, and my pussy growing wet between my legs.
“Okay,” I say quietly, melting under the fierceness of his gaze.
He kisses me slowly, and the teasing heat from before turns into a fire, my whole body aching for him before he pulls away. He turns and grabs the gun off the desk.
“Just…” I frown. “What are you going to—”
“I’m just putting a stop to this, that’s all,” he growls as he leans in and kisses me softly.
“I’ll be back for you, pretty girl.”
9
Gray
My blood boils like hot oil in my veins.
Fuck this shit. This ends today. The idea of Joey Luco exploiting anyone makes me sick. But her? Well that makes me goddamn furious. Enraged. It makes me want to go back on the promise I made when I left the Marines those years before — to never kill again.
My hand clenches the gun tightly as I jog down the staircase to her floor, skipping the elevator this time. But no, I’m not a murderer. I’m also not a total fucking idiot, so I’ve got my full-face skiing mask with me that I grabbed from my hall closet before I left. I’m may not be here to kill Joey, but I am going to make sure he never fucking goes near her again. And to do that, and to ensure that, I need to make sure he doesn’t realize that the guy with the gun is his boss, Gino Moretti’s, retained counselor.
I slip inside her condo and close the door behind me. The lights are off, and I make sure to pull all the shades down low before I sit and wait for Joey. She’s texting him now about the money, and when he shows up, this shit is over.
I’ve always hated him. I hated that my first job working for the Morettis after the Marines was to get him off of some assault charges. And I did, cause I’m fucking good at my job. But this is never the life I wanted. I had plans for a private practice. Hell, I’d kicked my own ass to finish law school before enlisting. Dylan, my friend from the phone call last night before Zoe walked up naked, was supposed to join me, but he…well, plans change.
I never got my practice, and I got sucked into the same crime family my father worked for, also as a lawyer. Worse, I sucked my friends in too. Dylan had promised to finish law school, but after the service, he sort of floated his own way. A lot of guys do, and I only didn’t because I hurled myself into work. Roman, our other friend, should have been anything else but what he ended up as — an enforcer for the Morettis, also like his dad.
Roman’s working private security detail with the boss’s wife, Quinn. And Dylan, well, he’s in bad. That porn studio Zoe mentioned? Yeah I know it alright. Nico and Joey have been building it for a while now. Some shit went down, and Dylan’s in trouble with Nico. And Nico being the sick fuck he is, is having my buddy pay him back by shooting a fucking porn for them
Yeah, not behind the camera. In front of it. Him and some poor girl who also owes them.
I growl, the clouds rolling behind my eyes.
I need out — out of this whole fucking world that I’m slowly drowning in. The money is a drug, and I need to quit it before I’m so addicted that I never dig my way back.
A loud crash against her condo front door snaps me out of my commiserating, and suddenly, I’m as focused as if this was Fallujah.
“Hey! Bitch!”
Joey’s voice outside her door has my teeth grinding together.
“Open the— fuck it.”
There’s a clicking sound, and then the door slams open. Joey stands in the doorframe, illuminated by the hallway lights before he steps into the condo.
It’s dark in here. I’ve kept it that way on purpose. He swears, stumbling into the place looking for a light switch, and I move in — Marine muscle memory kicking in. I steady the gun in my hand, focused on him.
“Goddamnit, Zoe, where the fuck are—”
“Don’t. Fucking. Move.”
I’m masking my voice, making it extra low and gravely, even if I doubt this shit stain would ever recognize his boss’s lawyer in this situation.
Joey swears and starts to whirl.
“Who the fuck—”
He feels the gun barrel at the back of his head and freezes
“Woaaah, pal.” He clears his throat. “Listen to me, buddy. You need to—”
“Shut the fuck up,” I snarl, pressing the gun hard into his neck.
“The girl — the one who’s been living here.”
Joey tenses. “Look, asshole—”
“She’s done,” I hiss. “Whatever she owes you, she’s done. Do we understand each other?”
Joey’s quiet for a second, his jaw twitching.
“Where is she?”
“Not here, and not working for you.”
“Where is she, asshole? That bitch owes—”
I hit him hard in the back of the head with the butt of the gun, smiling thinly to myself when he grunts and almost falls over.
“Fuck, man! What the fuck is your— fuck! Stop it!”
“Mind your fucking mouth.”
Joey grunts. “You fucking prick, where the hell—”
“Out of your hands, forever”
“Listen—”
I pull hammer back on the gun, loudly, and Joey finally stops talking and freezes.
“Okay, okay. Chill, pal.”
“She's done, is that understood?” I hiss menacingly. “You don’t look for her, you don’t think about her, and you make sure no one you’re affiliated with does either. Do we understand each other?”
He’s quiet.
“Nod, asshole,” I spit through clenched teeth.
He does.
“Good,” I growl. “Now nod a third time if you understand that if you ever try and find her, or hurt her, or do anything to her? Fuck if you even think about her? I'll be there, and next time, nothing in this world will stop me from finding you, sticking this gun down your fucking throat, and pulling the trigger until it’s empty.”
Joey tenses.
“Nod, motherfucker.”
He does, slowly.
“Good boy,” I spit.
“You’re a fucking dead man,” Joey growls, shaking his head. “You’re fucking dead.
“You know who the fuck I am?” I hiss. Joey tenses, but slowly, he shakes his head.
“No fucking idea, prick.”
I grin under my ski mask.
“Good. Now, you’re going to wait, count to thirty, and then do it again. Twice. After that, you can get up and fucking leave. She’s gone, and this is over.”
“Listen to me you fucking—”
I’m not gonna lie. It f
eels great to pistol-whip Joey Luco in the side of the head.
“Fuck!” he roars, stumbling to the floor. “You son of a—”
He’s halfway to lurching to his feet when I level the gun at his face. He instantly goes white, like all the fight’s gone out of him.
“Start counting, asshole.”
I leave him there, on his knees in the empty condo Zoe used to live in. I run to the stairwell again, my pulse racing and my whole body tensed.
That’s done with. And now?
Well, now it’s time for her.
10
Zoe
“Thank God.”
I fling my arms around him the second he steps into his condo, squeezing him tight.
Gray chuckles. “Miss me?”
“No,” I pout, grinning into his chest as he laughs at the obvious lie.
He kicks the door shut behind him and holds me like that, letting me sink into him as his hands stroke my back.
“What did you do?” I finally say, quietly.
“It’s over, that’s all.”
“It’s not,” I shake my head.
“Trust me, it is.”
“Is he…” I pale. “Is he dead?”
“Unfortunately, no. I’m not a murderer.”
“He says, after I spend the night.”
Gray grins down at me, his hand sliding up to cup my chin.
“Come here..”
“Why?”
“Because I said so,” he purrs, pulling me into him. And before I know it, his lips are searing to mine. I moan into him, melting against his body as he groans and holds me tighter.
“I can’t help but notice…” he growls into my lips, pulling away and glancing down at me.
I blush. “You said to be ready,” I say quietly.
I’ve showered, brushed my hair out, and changed into the robe he brought me here in. That and nothing else.
“I guess I did,” Gray purrs into my lips. “And what might you have on under that robe?”
I grin. “Actually nothing, because I don’t have any clean underwear. I don’t have any clean clothes at all, actually.”
“Well I guess we’ll have to get you some,” he groans as his hands slide down and push open the silk robe. His fingers tease over my skin, sliding over my bare hips and making me whimper.
“Not clothes. Just lingerie. We’ll just get you lots of lingerie to wear around the house for me all the time.”
“What am I?” I scoff with dramatic shock in my voice, beaming at him. “Your own personal little sex kitten?”
“Yes.”
He growls the word, his hands tightening on my skin and making me moan.
“All mine,” he groans, burying his face in my neck and making my head spin as he half-carries me across the condo into the living room area.
It is insane how much this man makes me feel alive, and turns me on, and sparks something deep inside of me. It’s a mix of the most intense lust I’ve ever felt — like there's something primal about him that draws me in. But also something that pulls at my heart like nothing ever has.
He moves us to the couch, and he starts to pull me into his lap, but I pull back coyly.
“Uh-uh,” I wag a finger at him, meeting his fierce, hungry gaze with a smoky look of my own. I slip off of him and scoot back onto the coffee table in front of him. “I thought you wanted a show.”
“What I want is for you to get that sweet ass back in my lap, beautiful,” he growls.
“Patience,” I purr, sliding back and curling my legs under me. I hold his gaze, my skin tingling and my pulse racing as I move into a kneeling position.
“Don’t you want to see me first?” I whisper sweetly, my body aching to just jump onto him, but wanting so much to push him to his breaking point first.
“Don’t you want to see my little nipples first?”
I slip the robe partially open and let it slip off my shoulders until my breasts are bared to him. Gray groans, his eyes sliding over me like a teasing touch, centering on my pink, hard nipples and the little barbells pierced through them. I slide my hand down, cupping my breasts and teasing my fingers over my nipples as I moan for him
Gray yanks his shirt off, tossing it aside. And for a second, I wonder if he’s going to snatch me up and devour me whole, but he sits back, like he’s barely restraining himself.
“What else do you want to see?” I moan out. “What else do you want me to show you, daddy?”
Gray growls fiercely.
“Spread your legs, baby girl,” he groans. “Spread your legs and show me everything.”
“You wanna see my pussy, daddy?”
I spread my legs, sitting there on my knees on his coffee table, and let the robe fall away. His jaw tenses, and I can see his muscles clench as I show him everything. My hands slide down my body, over my stomach and across my thighs, spreading them wider as I sit back. My hands slide between my legs, and when I run my fingers over my pussy, I moan quietly.
“Is this what you wanted to see?” I whisper, panting as I roll a finger over my clit.
“You’re all I ever want to see, beautiful,” he groans.
My eyes drop to his lap, and the huge bulge tenting the front of his jeans. A spike of raw lust teases through me, and before I can stop myself, I’m reaching forward. My hands slide up his thighs and find his belt, pulling it open before tugging his zipper down. I yank his jeans open, and he helps me pull them down a little as I reach inside his boxer briefs. I whimper as I curl my fingers around his big, thick cock and stroke him.
“Fuck, do I want this,” I moan.
I shift onto my knees on the low coffee table and lean over his lap as I pull his briefs down and pull his cock out. He groans, his big, thick shaft throbbing in my hand. I gasp, stroking him and watching as pearly white pre-cum beads at the tip and then trickles down his pulsing shaft. My fingers catch it, stroking up and down and making him slick as I jerk his big dick. Another, bigger drop of pre-cum drips from the tip, and this time, I can’t hold back.
I lean forward and swipe it with a long, slow lick of my tongue across his head. Gray throws his head back and groans, one of his hands sliding up into my hair and pulling it into a fist.
“Open those pretty lips, gorgeous,” he growls, his cock throbbing against them.
“You want to feel my little mouth around your big dick, daddy?” I coo out, my arousal practically dripping down my thighs. I slide one hand back and moan as I start to play with my pussy.
“You wanna fuck my mouth while I play with my little pussy?”
I don’t even give him a second to answer before I open my lips, slide my mouth down over his crown, and inhale his cock. Gray roars, his muscles tensing as I swallow his cock. I can feel him pulse in the back of my throat, and when his hand tightens in my hair, the thrill explodes through me. My fingers move faster over my clit as I start to bob up and down on his big cock, slurping at him loudly.
Gray’s hand tugs my hair, just hard enough to make me whimper. The other one slides down my back as he leans over me, and when I feel it ease down over my ass, I moan around him. His fingers slide down the cleft of my ass, teasing over my asshole and making me shiver in ecstasy before moving lower. His fingers spread my lips, and when one thick one pushes inside, I whimper loudly around his cock.
“Come here, pretty girl,” he growls, and before I know it, he’s pulling me off the table and onto his lap.
“I wasn’t done with you,” I purr, twisting and leaning back down to his cock.
“Good, cause beautiful, I’m fuckin’ never going to be done with you.”
I gasp as he spins me around, laying back on the sofa and bringing my legs over his shoulders. My pulse jumps as I feel his lips tease up my thighs, and when he moves in closer, I cry out. His tongue drags over over my pussy, swiping between my lips and teasing over my clit as I moan deeply. I open my mouth and swallow his cock again, taking as much of it as I possibly can as he starts to fuck me with his t
ongue.
I moan around him, slurping wetly on his fat cock as he tongues my pussy and teases my clit. His tongue pushes deep inside, and I cry out as the pleasure rolls through me. His hands grip my ass tight, holding me tightly to his mouth as his incredible tongue drives me wild. He moves higher, and I suddenly groan as that wicked tongue swirls over my ass.
I shiver in ecstasy, my head spinning as his tongue teases me in my most private, naughty place. His cock throbs between my lips, and I moan as I inhale him as deeply as I can into the back of my throat. Gray’s muscles tense and ripple, his groans rumbling through me. I reach down and cup his heavy balls in my hand, feeling how full of cum they are and tasting him on my tongue.
His tongue swirls over my asshole, making me whimper before he goes low again and teases my clit. He pulls away, and suddenly he’s sliding back from under me, moving behind me. His hands hold me firmly as he gets on his knees behind me between my legs, and my whole body tingles with the anticipation of feeling him slide inside.
“Reach back,” he growls, pulling my hands back and down to my ass. “Reach back and spread that tight little ass wide for me, baby.”
I whimper, doing what he says. I grab my ass and spread, the heat blooming in my face against the sofa as I feel his hungry gaze devour me.
“So fucking gorgeous,” he groans. He rocks his hips forward and eases the thick head of his cock against my slick pussy. I whimper, my hands gripping my ass tightly and spreading myself wide open for him. His cock eases inside, and I moan into the sofa as I feel how he stretches me.
“Just like that, baby girl,” he growls, his breath catching as he eases another inch inside. “Spread that ass wide and take every fucking inch of my cock.”
“Give me your big dick, daddy,” I cry out, arching my back and wanting so much more of him. “Give me all of it.”
And he does.
With one thrust, he suddenly buries the rest of his shaft deep inside my tight little hole, and I scream in pleasure as he fills me entirely. He groans, grinding deep inside and hitting me in places I’ve never felt before. He pulls back, only to drive that beautiful cock right back inside. I can feel his hard abs press against the backs of my hands as I grip my ass, my cheek to the sofa as Gray starts to fuck me.
