She sits up, and my cock does a little jump as the strap of her dress falls down her shoulder, exposing an expanse of creamy tits. She pushes it back automatically.
“I could have hurt you, Fawn.”
“You’re too smart for that.”
My hands grip her shoulders, and her bones bite into my fingers. She’s as fragile as a bird, but her gaze is unflinching. Unafraid.
“Don’t do it again.”
Fawn parts her lips the moment I touch her, and a pink blush spreads over her cheeks. She has a thing for me. The man who killed her father. Guilt’s claws sink into me, drawing blood. I don’t want to feel bad for this girl.
“Coming back for more so soon?”
She sighs. An impatient sound. “Believe it or not, I didn’t come here to suck your cock.” Fawn swallows hard. “I came here to ask you for something else.”
Color me intrigued.
“What?”
“Claim me.”
A smile tugs at my lips. “I thought I already did that, sweetheart.”
“I meant, claim me as your woman.”
What the fuck is she talking about?
She grasps the edge of my towel and pulls slightly, rocking my hips forward. And then she reaches between my legs, cupping my balls in her palm. It’s like an energy shot to my brain, and all I can think about are her hands stroking my cock.
“I want to belong to one man.”
My towel drops to the floor, and I let out a low hiss as her skin comes in contact with my cock. I love watching her feminine hands wrap around me, the pout of her lips, ripe for a good fucking.
“I’d stay here. You’d have me whenever you want.”
“I can already fuck you whenever I want.”
“Yeah,” she says with an edge in her voice. “So can the rest of the syndicate.”
My stomach turns as I think about a line of johns leading to her room. She’s fresh meat, and let’s face it, gorgeous. There’ll be men waiting to fuck her brains out. It takes a second to realize I’m not okay with that.
“I don’t want to be a whore, Silas. I don’t want to spread my legs just to be able to stay here.”
“Why are you staying here?”
She looks at me. “Where am I going to go?” Her bottom lip trembles, and a pang hits my chest when she draws in a shaky breath. “I know you don’t know me, and that you don’t give a shit about my problems, but I can help you. I know how things work in this place. I can help you rise to the top.”
“I could care less about that,” I mutter under my breath, tracing a finger over the swell of her tits. “My membership is temporary.”
“Why the hell would you want to leave? You have everything you want here: food, clothes, women—”
“Except freedom. I won’t be kept in a cage, hon.”
“Fine, then,” she says in a weaker voice, frantically searching me. “I could still help you. I know every exit from the syndicate. If you ever wanted to leave, I could help you.”
I doubt she could tell me anything I don’t already know.
Fawn strokes my cock, swiping her thumb over my head and smearing my pre-cum right underneath. Jesus Christ, it feels fucking good. I know I’m being manipulated, but I don’t really give a fuck.
“What else?”
She raises an eyebrow. “Me.”
Of course. This must have been her plan—get me addicted to her body and then beg me to claim her so that nobody else will. I balance the pros and cons in my head, but it’s not easy to make a decision when there’s a woman’s hand on my cock. I’m surprised at her. I figured she would be a shrinking violet, but she knows what she wants and she’s not afraid to go after it. Can’t help but admire that a little bit.
“Where would you stay?”
“With you.”
I make a face. Living alone is sort of part of the job, except that I’m a member now. I’m not the man I was a week ago. This place owns me now. It disgusts me to admit that. Why the hell would I want to take on more responsibility? I can fuck her whenever I want. There’s no need to bring her into my life.
Except you did ruin hers.
I feel a twist in my chest. Guilt. Every time I look at her, it needles at me even though I don’t regret what I did. That feeling won’t go away, because deep down I feel slightly responsible for her.
“Silas, you won’t regret it. I promise.”
“I don’t think I’d ever regret you.”
Her face just glows, and I feel a tug at my chest again when she gives me a bright smile.
I take my cock out of her hands and aim it toward her parted, slightly surprised lips. Her mouth opens obediently, and a surge of pleasure floods my veins as she takes me without protesting. My hand grips the back of her head as she sucks me vigorously, her tongue gliding down my shaft.
It’s not going to last. The truth will come out, and when it does she’ll hate my fucking guts. It’s beyond wrong, but she keeps coming back to me, and I can’t resist her. I sure as shit don’t want her mouth wrapped around another man’s cock. No, her lips were made for me.
I rip her shoulder strap off, and it tears from her dress like the cheap piece of shit it is. Fuck the dress. She won’t need it anymore. Fawn’s my woman now, and I won’t have her wearing anything that marks her as a free-for-all fuck.
She tongues my head, flicking the sensitive flesh as I grab the neck of her dress and yank hard. It makes a loud, ripping sound, and her tits spill out. No bra—but that was obvious. I tear it all the way down, until her naked body lies upon the red, satiny fabric. The only scrap of clothing left is the thong they made her wear—a small red triangle to protect her pussy. The thong rides high on her hips, and I debate whether to rip it from her body, or fuck her while she wears it.
She’s driving me wild with her sloppy blow job. I can feel my dick pulsing inside her throat, her tiny mouth barely able to handle my girth. I want those creamy tits bouncing in my hands as she rides my cock. I pull out as she grinds her mouth against me, and grasp her face in my hands.
“We do this, and there’s no turning back.”
“I’ve been waiting for this my whole fucking life.”
“No matter what you might hear, and no matter how much you hate me, you belong to me. You’re mine, understand?”
For however long it’ll last.
She looks like that doesn’t bother her one bit. It will. And then it’ll be too late for her.
I’m a bastard.
Fawn nods, her chest pulsing up and down, her gaze flicking back to my cock.
I thumb her bottom lip and she returns my gaze. “I’m going to lie down, and you’re going to climb on top of me and ride my cock. I want you to fuck me as though it’s your last.”
She sucks my thumb into her mouth and bites down slightly before giving me a small nod. Then I climb over the bed and lie down, my heart thumping when she swings over my body, her hair tickling my chest as her slender thighs grip my waist. Her tits hang like perfect teardrops, and I grab a handful of them as she grabs my shoulders and lifts herself over my waist. My eyes feast on her slim body, the tits spilling out of my hands, her messy blonde hair clinging to her neck. A week ago she was the daughter of a member of the most powerful gang on the West Coast. Basically untouchable. Now she’s climbing over my lap. There’s a certain power in being able to bring a girl like Fawn to her knees. She’s not as slutty as she thinks she is. Deep down, she’s still Daddy’s girl. A fawn.
She bites her lips as she positions herself over my cock, sliding my head between her folds. I let go of her tits, pinching her nipple in between my thumb and forefinger. Her mouth opens in a small gasp.
“What the fuck did I say about teasing?”
The high-pitching sound of her gasps hit my cock as if her tongue slid down my length. Her nipple turns white. She starts to smile, but stops when she realizes I’m not fucking around.
“Not to do it.”
“Good. Now take my cock.”
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I rip my hand across her ass, loving the sting on the palm of my hand. Fawn bites her lip, looking shocked that I actually spanked her.
“Did you just spank me?”
The air cracks with another loud spank as I smack her ass again, grinning. “Plenty more where that came from, sweetheart. Now shut up and fuck me.”
Fawn sinks down without another word as I grasp her hips. She tilts her head back, screwing up her face as my cock slides through her tight pussy. I should wait, but I’m horny as fuck. I thrust my hips upward as I pull her down, forcing her to take me.
She cries out, wrapping her arms around my head. I bury my face in her tits as my cock throbs inside her. Fawn wants to rise, but I keep myself sheathed inside her.
“You need to get used to me, baby.”
My hips drop as she makes another high gasp, but this time I reach into her tangled blonde hair and I crush her cherry-red lips against mine. I slam my hips into her again, and she cries into my mouth. I fucking love it.
“Now fuck me.”
Red faced, she sits back and bounces on my cock, her ass smacking my thighs as I watch her pussy slide up and down my cock. I watch her slowly get into it. Her pussy grinds against my hips and her body undulates as she hits the right spot. She moans, her fingers tightening in my hair as she leans forward. Her tits bounce in my face. It’s the hottest thing in the world. I play with her body, pinching her nipples as she rides me hard.
“That’s it. Use my cock to get yourself off.”
My cock throbs harder. Blood roars in my ears as she falls against my chest, completely uninhibited, screaming her fucking head off. Silas! Silas! For a split second, I want to tell her my real name so that I can hear it from her mouth. I bite a mouthful of her tits, my arms wrapped around her back. I knead her ass, cracking my palm over her skin, but she doesn’t give a shit. She’s totally into it, her eyes squeezed shut. Jesus Christ, I can’t take much more of her tits in my face. The pressure builds behind my cock as her pussy grinds me, and then I meet her downward motions by thrusting upward, moaning when our bodies connect over and over.
“Fuck!”
I feel her come as she sinks down, clenching hard as I kiss her again. I crush my lips against hers, tasting my cock on her tongue, drinking in her moans as her orgasm shakes through me. And then my body explodes. She lets out another rough cry as I thrust hard, filling her deep as she curls her fingers in my hair and kisses me over and over. It feels different. There’s a starry look in her eyes when she pulls back, and tenderness in her lips when she leans forward to kiss me. I savor the kiss, allowing the tingling feeling to dance across my skin.
She breathes into my neck, her body curling against mine. My skin blazes as she traces the muscles on my chest.
“What’s that?”
She points to the crude-looking tattoo that I got when I was twelve, the dumb little gang I was part of when I lived in the city.
The Powell Street Crew.
“It’s just a stupid kid thing.”
“Doesn’t look like a stupid kid thing,” she says in a low voice, tracing the gun. “Looks like a gang symbol.” Her hand pauses. “Wait, this looks a lot like the Powell Street Crew. Were you with that Viper guy?”
With him? No, I was never with Viper.
I remember the day I got it etched into my skin. The boy who drew the tattoos used a ballpoint pen and needle. Achilles—Viper—helped pin me down as Pepper stood behind the boy, a proud smirk on her face.
Pepper. The body on the beach. The boy with the round face and the limp. He was kissing her, and then his hands were wrapped around her throat. Every rasping breath was like a knife to my chest, but I was paralyzed. I sat there. I did nothing.
Shame clenches my stomach as I picture myself, the boy who hunched behind a couple rocks like a fucking coward and did nothing as his friend was killed. Long after he was gone from the beach, I stayed behind those rocks, my teeth clenched over my fist as tears burned down my face.
Shame.
I hate that fucking kid. That’s not who I am. I don’t hide. I don’t stand aside.
I’ve got to get Viper. I’ve got to kill that son of a bitch.
“What did I say?”
Her tone is bewildered, and I turn around to see her clutching the sheets to her neck as if my sudden chill affected her, too.
“We’ll get along a lot better if you stop with the questions.”
“I want to get to know you.”
“Just fucking leave it.”
This place is making me remember things I haven’t thought about in years. My stomach churns with that nauseated feeling every time I think about her body lying prone on the beach. Why the fuck did she have to follow him all the way out there? Why the hell didn’t she listen to me? Kill Achilles, I told her. Or he’ll kill you. No, she said. I can control him.
She couldn’t.
Fawn rips back the covers, nearly hitting me in the head with her arm.
“What’s your problem?”
“You are such an asshole.”
It’s not the first time I’ve heard those words, but it’s the first time in my life that I actually feel bad about them. I catch her wrist before she can leave the bed, and she spins in my arms, falling back into the mattress. She tries to yank herself out of my grasp, but I wrap my arms around her waist and she lets out a frustrated sigh as I pull her into my chest.
“I’m sorry.”
I’m sorry for fucking up your life.
“I’m just not used to being around somebody all the time. I’m not sure I know how.”
“Well, this is going to be a really awkward arrangement if every time I try to make small talk, you have a freak-out.”
Fawn crosses her arms over mine, unyielding. She’s going to be living with me, for fuck’s sake. Why did I agree to do that?
Guilt.
Oh. Right.
“I’m sorry.”
She holds up a hand. “You know what? Save your fake-ass apologies. I can see right through them.”
Well, fuck.
“Let me make it up to you. I’ll take you out tonight. We’ll have a good time.”
“Take me out? Like—on a date?”
I smile into her hair as she fights to keep the glee out of her voice.
Jackpot.
“Yeah.”
“Where?”
I think for a minute. “Around town. Maybe Embarcadero.”
Her arms drop to her sides, giving me a fantastic view of her tits. “I—I don’t know.”
“What?”
A violet blush creeps over Fawn’s face. “Nothing.”
I sit up on my arms, curious. “Oh, come on. Tell me.”
“No.”
“Tell me.”
“No,” she says in a harder voice.
I launch out of the bed and grab her waist. She screams as I fling her onto the mattress and pin her arms over her head with one hand. Then I tickle her sides, seizing her flesh so that she belts with laughter.
“Stop!”
“Tell me!”
I laugh as she bucks against me madly, trying to throw me off. I continue my assault on her creamy skin.
“Stop! Stop! I’ll tell you. Jesus!”
Enjoying the cute, furious look on her face, I release her hands. Fawn sits upright, the blush returning to her cheeks.
“I’ve never been on a date.”
“What?”
Even I’ve been on a date. A girl like Fawn should’ve had boys knocking on her door. Unless, of course, the boys were told not to knock.
My surprise seems to irritate her. She makes a huffing sound and folds her arms over her chest. “My dad never let me go on dates, let alone sit in the same room as a boy.”
“You’ve never been on a goddamn date?”
“No,” she snaps. “And you shouldn’t rub it in.”
Jesus. I knew her dad was protective, but this is taking it to a far creepier level. Suddenly I don’t feel guilty.
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“I’m not.”
Fawn glances at me, her eyes gleaming. “I don’t have any clothes to go on a date with you, anyway.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?”
“They took everything I owned after my dad died. My books, my clothes, everything. I don’t have a goddamn bra to my name.”
“That’s bullshit. What the hell are you supposed to wear?”
She shrugs miserably. “Whatever the whorehouse gave me, I guess.”
Fawn jumps back as I rip the sheets off my legs, suddenly seized by a foul mood. This whole place is a fucking nightmare, designed to subjugate every last member. I decide that I don’t have a tolerance for it anymore.
“What are you doing?”
I grab a pair of jeans from the floor, not even bothering with underwear. It’s too hot inside for me to consider wearing a shirt, so I just slam my feet into my boots and lace up the ties.
“Hey.”
“I’m getting your shit back.”
Now it’s her turn to look bewildered.
“But, you can’t. Silas!” She stares openmouthed after me as I grab my keycard and walk out the door.
The dimmed hallway lights brighten as I walk in the middle of the corridor. I don’t know where the fuck these people are, but it doesn’t really matter. My arm slams against the first door that I see. I keep walking, ramming my fist against every door, startled screams erupting from inside. Then I feel a tiny hand tugging at my wrist.
Fawn is back in her red dress, the one that I carelessly ripped the night before. I can see threads sticking out from the cheap fabric, and that bolsters my determination.
“What are you doing?”
“I told you.” I bend down, kissing her open mouth. “Getting your stuff.”
“Okay,” a loud, obnoxious voice calls out. “What the hell is going on here?”
I slide an arm around Fawn’s bare shoulders, smiling at a man with a cleft chin. “My girl wants her fucking clothes back, and you’re going to give them to her.”
“What are you talking about?”
Fawn tries to unglue herself from my side. “He wasn’t one of the people.”
“But they live on this floor, don’t they?”
“Yeah.”
Grabbing her hand, I continue walking down the hall. Every door I pass gets a violent kick. My voice bellows down the hall as Fawn’s body presses up beside me.
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