Slowly, I leaned down pulling my shoes off and dragging my pants down my over-sensitive flesh. I cried out in pleasure as his finger drove deep into my quivering pussy.
“So fucking wet,” he growled out loudly.
All I could do was moan as he added another finger pushing it in and out of me harder and faster. Wet squelching sounds bounced off the walls and soaked my ears. Another moan slipped out, and more of my juices coated his fingers. I was close.
“You’re not coming yet, darlin’,” he says against my ear.
I cried out as he pulled his fingers from my pussy with my orgasm being so close. It was painful, I wanted more.
“Now do want I said. Bend the fuck over this table! I want to see how sturdy this thing is,” he tells me, his voice dripping with need.
Slowly, he pulls my shirt over my head and then tears the bra from my body. A sharp discomfort had me crying out. Then he was pushing me with a hand splayed on my upper back until my face was pressed into the cold wood surface. My tits crushed against the smooth unforgiving surface.
I moaned at the sensation as shots sparked right to my pussy. My belly clenched as I heard his zipper lowering.
“You were a bad girl sweetness,” he tells me darkly.
“Fuck you,” I sass him.
Our game was fun, and it only added to our growing need.
“Don’t worry baby. I’m going to fuck this pussy into submission,” he croons. Then he leaned over and bite the nape of my neck, not breaking the flesh, just worrying the spot.
His cock rubbed against my ass as he placed biting kisses along my spine. Each rough kiss sent sparks of pleasure through my bloodstream.
Then he was off me with my ass grinding into his hard cock. Begging him silently to take me, to punish me for running.
His hand met my ass cheek hard. The loud crack was like a whip hitting the air and breaking the sound barrier. My pussy clenched as my ass heated.
“Should I spank you more baby?” he asks me.
I shake my head no even though a dark part of me wanted just that. His cock was rubbing against my dripping pussy coating in my juices.
“Please,” I beg him.
“Please what darlin’?” he growls.
“Fuck me!” I scream at him.
Then he was slamming home, forcing me to take him to the root. I felt his fat head press firmly against my womb.
“Ohgodohgodohgod,” I scream, blending the words together as he retreated and slammed home again and again.
Each drag of his huge cock was like gasoline to my fire making me burn hotter.
“Who does this pussy belong too?” he growls the question.
I can’t think. I can’t form words as my orgasm was so close.
“Who does this pussy belong to?” he demands. Stopping all movement and forcing that orgasm I was chasing to dull and weaken.
“You!” I screamed. I would say anything to keep him moving so I can get to the end and feel myself fall off that cliff.
“Fucking right baby and don’t you forget it,” he tells me punctuating each word with a hard thrust.
Screams bounced around us as he fucked me hard with the table shaking as he forced me to take all of him over and over again.
“Who do you belong too?” he asks his voice strained.
“YOU!” I scream this time knowing if I didn’t give him what he wanted he wouldn’t give me what I needed.
“Fucking right baby,” he replies.
His hand was now fisted in my hair keeping me in place as he fucked me harder. He was splitting me open over and over hitting my womb with every return thrust.
Screams ripped from my throat as it turned raw. My pussy was clamping down on his hard dick as my orgasm came closer to hitting its climax.
“Come for me, kitten,” he demands with a growl in his voice.
And I do, all over his cock. My juices flowed hard like a river pouring out of me. I clamped down hard on his dick as his cock continued to thrust in and out of me. He was prolonging my orgasm, and it sent me soaring over the edge and into the darkness.
I was barely aware as he thrust one last time and bathed my womb with his hot seed. He was marking me again, claiming me while forcing me to accept that I belonged to him. There was no escape now.
He was what I know I needed. He was the one who would be the yin to my yang. He would balance me out and complete me in ways that I never knew you could. Most important of all, he understood me and knew what I was. I also knew what he was, we were the same.
There was one problem. He scared the fuck out of me.
Chapter 9
Cole
I carried her limp body to her bed then held her with one hand so I could pull back the covers with the other. I then placed her gently on the soft surface of her bed.
I watched as her naked chest rise and fall with her deep even breaths. I didn’t bother dressing her as I slid into the bed behind her. I pulled her close so I could spoon her from behind.
Her warm body was pressed firmly against mine as I held her tightly. I didn’t want to leave, but I couldn’t stay. I knew Dean was waiting to head out and he wasn’t supposed to be watching Willow for an extended period of time.
My mind drifted back to earlier tonight, and the job my brother and I were sent on. The man we were sent after was a boss in his own rights, an underboss. Now, that we finished him off, he will never become the boss.
I should say Marcus finished him off. My brother was living in hell and needed the outlet as much as I wanted to slit the man’s throat. So, I let him play for a while.
We tortured him for hours, dragging information out of him. After about three hours in, I gave him credit since the fucker lasted longer than anyone else we tortured.
I watched as his blood dripped on the plastic-covered floor. The color slowly drained from his face as his fingers clenched the arms of the chairs he was tied to.
I watched as my brother carved out flesh and removed toes and fingers. I watched as he cried big fat tears and slowly broke.
When I finally had a turn, my brother laughed, there wasn’t much left. We had almost all the information we needed.
“Mercy,” he begged.
The big bad underboss begged for death. Reaching over, I grabbed him by the throat and squeezed firmly. My hand and fingers dug into his flesh.
Marcus was covered in blood, and I could see his black clothes had turned darker. They looked heavier and smelled like the room was filled with old pennies.
Blood and piss covered our target. He wet himself about an hour in, no longer able to hold back his bodies reaction to the pain.
“Fucking tell me everything, and I’ll finish you quickly,” I promise him.
“My father is looking for my little brother Nate, we can’t find him. It’s been hours since he left to meet someone, and his location was lost when his phone was trashed,” he tells me.
The Carters called and informed us that the war had started. I had no fucking clue they were going to war in the first place.
My father called Marcus, telling him we needed to do this job. The Carters were at war, and as allies, we were also at war.
I bet Nate was dead, and I had a good idea who finished the fucker off. Leaning in I whisper, “He’s dead,” my words were cold and honest.
He looked at me with blood dripping into his eyes. The relief of knowing his brother’s fate was clear as day, then it turned to despair and anger.
“You won’t survive this,” he tells me then laughs.
“Maybe not but neither will you,” I tell him with a shrug.
Like we were talking about the weather or how little snow we got this year.
He pulls at his bindings leaning forward and continues his struggles. I laughed at his attempt and admire his will.
Reaching for him, I grabbed a fistful of hair and press my knife’s tip just under his ear applying pressure. A stream of blood dribbled down his neck mixing with the blood that alread
y spilled. Some of it was dried and caked on the floor and his clothes.
I gave him my best fuck you smile and slid the blade across his throat. I watched as the skin split, and blood poured from the deep wound. His gurgles lasted a minute as he fought to stay in this world, but the light dimmed from his eyes as the sounds he made quieted then finally ended.
My brother smiled a sad smile as if the weight of his life was once again back on his shoulders. Without a word he turned from me and started the cleanup. I cut the bindings off our victim’s body and watched as he slumped forward. The momentum was enough that he hit the plastic and blood covered the concrete with a thud.
Being pulled back to the present, I kiss Lily’s neck and watch as she shivers and sighs in her sleep. As much as I want to stay right fucking here, I needed to go.
My heart ached as a sharp pain centered in my chest. I wanted to wake up to her in the morning and see her beautiful eyes as sleep cleared from them. How would it feel to keep her pressed against me all night long and feel her soft skin against mine?
Pulling myself gently from the bed, I dressed and headed to Willows. Dean was waiting by the alleyway, the shadows clinging to him like a coat.
“Fuck man, I thought you would never come back,” Dean snarls.
The fucker was in a sour mood, and I didn’t blame him. I didn’t want to leave Lily like I’m sure he didn’t want to leave his woman.
Without another word, he backed away and disappeared down the dark alley and into the night.
Chapter 10
Lilyanna
Sun-splashed into my eyes as it spilled into the room. The cool air caressed my exposed breast, and I found that the sheet and comforter were pushed down slightly.
Turning, I looked at the pillow next to me and find it empty with no head pressed against it and no gentle breaths caressing my face. No warmth.
He was gone, and I wasn’t sure when exactly he had left. I wouldn’t admit it to anyone, myself included, that it hurt like a searing blade to the gut.
My fingers brushed at my eyes as water leaked from them. No, I wasn’t crying. I tell myself that those aren’t tears. Grabbing the edge of my black comforter with its swirls of gray, white and red I shove it aside roughly. A little too rough.
I hated the slew of emotions weighing me down like a stone was tied to my foot and I was sinking into the deep murky water. I swear I felt like it was filling my lungs and was trying to remove me of my air supply. It was crushing my need to breathe.
I reached into the third drawer of my glossy black dresser, not liking its shiny polished exterior, which looked a little too cheerful. I pulled out a pair of black yoga pants and a black stretch tight to the skin tank top and pulled them over my body. I didn’t bother with panties, I hated panty lines.
What happened last night? Cole was sitting in my locked house acting like he belonged like a piece of furniture that I failed to place on my shopping list. He was dressed in black jeans and a black hooded sweatshirt.
I remember the way the black t-shirt was stretched to its limits under his sweatshirt. It showcased his muscular frame, and my chest tightened at the thought while my heart rate spiked.
I was panting as I made my way into the kitchen. My eyes locked on the table like it was a heat-seeking missile and I was its target. My eyes grew big as vivid images of last night flashed through my mind.
It took a lot of effort to pull my attention from it and head to the coffee pot. Pressing the button to begin the brew, I listened to it percolate.
The dark brew dripped slowly then turned into a thin stream as it filled the pot. The kitchen began to fill with the dark, strong, and delicious scent.
My muscles ached in places I had no idea they could. My pussy throbbed painfully and yet sparks of pleasure were left in its wake.
Reaching for a cup, I placed it on the counter and turned to the fridge to grab the light creamer. My eyes stayed on the task as I purposely pretend that the table didn’t find a new purpose last night.
What was I going to do? Wait for him to break in again and let him fuck me against some other flat surface in the kitchen? Maybe we could upgrade to the couch, I snark to myself.
A small amount of self-loathing wanted to intrude, but I pushed it back. I remembered that other women may want flowers and candles, but I don’t. I wouldn’t trade that night in the kitchen with Cole. He broke through my barrier and made me scream his name for the first time for anything.
God, I’m pathetic. Soon I’ll be stalking his every movement hoping for a chance encounter, latching onto him like an anchor of dead weight. I’ll be one of those women who doesn’t get the hint that he’s just not that interested.
Except he keeps coming back, that stupid voice cries. It wails in my head like a child who just lost her scoop of ice cream and watched as it falls to the ground and melts.
My hands wrapped around the coffee cup pulling it up to take a small, testing sips. I then realized I needed to add a little more sugar and another few drops of cream.
Quickly adding them to the cup, I pulled it up for another sip and sighed as heaven caressed my tongue. My feet pad across the floor and out the front porch screen door.
A little jewel covered hummingbird darts in front of me, scaring me as it came close to taking out my eye. Its wings were beating hard as it leaned in close to the feeder. The bird’s little feet were holding onto the fake flower petal as it took deep fortifying sips of the feeder’s sweet nectar.
My bare feet tiptoe gently on the smooth, cool wood surface of the porch. My ass lands hard on the porch swing, almost hard enough to spill my coffee.
My eyes close as I take another sip from the cup filled with warm bliss. If only life could be this perfect. Cole’s scent still clung to my skin dragging me back to last night and the way he played my body.
Fighting off the needed to find him and beg for more, I let my mind wander.
The list popped into my head and intruded on my thoughts of Cole, which were trying to consume me.
I needed to cross another name off, but this time, it was a name that I had added. The name was of another person that took me. He showed me what terror really tasted like. Now, it was time that I returned the favor.
I’m sure by now they knew what was coming. Uncle Lark killed a lot of the men at the house, but he missed the ones that were there and then left. No one touched me like that, but they had terrified me with stories of what was to come, of what the market was like for someone like me.
Anger and disgust swirled in my stomach. My nausea felt like vomit was bubbled up like a pan of boiling water. Tonight, I was going to kill that bastard. The one who leaned in and rubbed his nose in my hair. He took a deep breath and laughed as I cried. He was the last man standing, and I was going to enjoy every fucking moment as I gutted him and watched the light leave his shit brown eyes.
Chapter 11
Cole
It’s been days since I’ve touched her smooth skin and heard her sighs of pleasure. I reminisced the way her hot breath felt as I held her close and carried her to her bed. The feeling of her pressed against me as I held her close had me almost come undone. And just like that, my dick gets hard.
The Gallery was full of people looking at Willow’s art. I watched in frustration as my brother pulled her into the bathroom.
Part of me wanted to fucking barge in there and put a stop to whatever he had planned. Although, the other part wanted them to figure it the fuck out already.
Lilyanna’s long, silky black form-fitting dress caressed her curves as she walked through the gallery with the men salivating as they watched her every move. My fingers clenched as anger and desire warred within me. I wanted to pluck their eyes from their heads and let them know that she was mine.
Her eyes meet mine and widen in surprise. Yeah. baby, I’m still here. I convey it to her while I stare back. I watched as her eyes darkened and her chest rose and fell harshly.
I waited for her to come to me an
d was disappointed when she broke eye contact. She swiftly moved through the room, but not in my direction.
She was running, and I was going to chase her. Did she think I’d let her go?
I felt like a fucking penguin in my black tux as I walked swiftly through the room. She escaped into another room, but I was quick to snatch her arm. I pulled her through the door and out into the alley.
Spinning around, she glared at me while trying to hide how much she loved what I did. But her dilated pupils gave her away.
“Sweetness, you weren’t running from me, were you?” I ask, my voice calm and dark.
Her eyes grew big as she quickly shook her head from side to side.
“No,” she whispers, then more firmly she sasses, “I run from no one.”
I laugh a deep throaty laugh before pulling her in closer. My hand found its way into her hair, and I pulled her head back, so she was looking up to me.
Her lips part as a quiet, breathy moan escaped. My lips crashed firmly down on hers. Her taste was sweet with a hint of cool peppermint.
The candy she was sucking on earlier left a delicious taste to her mouth. It made me want to devour her on the spot.
My other hand pulled her dress up, while she lifted her leg giving me easier access. Pulling my lips from hers, I spun her around making sure my arm was on the brick wall. Her face pressed against my arm to prevent scratching her smooth, perfect skin.
My lips find her ear, and I whisper, “I’m going to fuck you right here baby. Can you keep quiet?” My words were husky and filled with all the depravity I wanted to do to her.
Her moans were her only reply as I used my free hand to bunch her dress up. I then ripped her panties off, and the sound of the delicate lace tearing filled the quiet alleyway.
Undoing my pants, I let them fall to my feet and lined my cock up to her juicy pussy. I didn’t wait, I didn’t tease, I just slammed home forcing her to take me to the root.
Her grunt was the only other sound in the alley. As I pushed into her harder, my hard dick became coated in her juices. I pulled back again before slamming into her again and again. Her straight white teeth sunk into the arm her face was pressed into.
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