Broken (Reapers Reign, #1)

by Maree, Aleisha

  “Really? Now you’re back? Just as she turns up?” I say through half closed lips. It comes out as a murmur.

  She whispers back to me, “Don’t hurt her, Knox. Don’t shatter her soul, leave her alone and lost in a body that she once knew as her own.”

  “Sshh, Angel, you don't understand. It means nothing. They like it this way, they know just what they are getting into when they agree to do this.” My tone is harsh. It hurts to be having this conversation with her right now. “I lay it all down to them, you know that. You see me before I even know you’re around. This is what I am now. Dark. A monster. A demon. I have no soul. That belongs to the Devil, and my heart is frozen. It doesn’t beat pure anymore. That stopped when you left me. I won’t get the feeling back, not ever.”

  “Knox, that’s where you’re wrong. You don’t know what’s coming. You’re too blind to see there is so much more to this than heartache and dark misery. You will wake up from this and be so angry at what you have become, baby.”

  She leans into me, washing her smell and touch all over my body, sending goosebumps all over me, a tingling all the way down to my boots. “Be kind to them, baby. It’s not them that are making you hurt. Please, let go. It’s killing you.”

  With that she is gone and all that is left is a single white feather, as soft as silk.

  I put it in my pocket and walk back inside. Fuck it, I’m not even going to change. I’m just going to get this over with and fuck the life out of this girl, proving to her that I am the monster that sleeps under her bed. She is laying on the couch legs crossed, drink in her hand. I pick up a chair and head over to the middle of the big room facing the ceiling to floor windows, looking out over the world below. I sit down, drink in one hand, smoke in the other hand, “Get up, dance yourself out of them clothes.” I say as I push play on the iPod that I have in my hand, sending out The Sound of Silence from Disturbed.

  I undo the button on the jeans I wear and pull down the zipper to free my cock, to let it out, to play, to ruin the little thing dancing for me in a world of her own. I throw back my drink, look up at her and say, “This is how it is. I will tie your hands to either leg of that chair while you are bent over it so you can’t touch me. I do not kiss. I do not do touchy or feelings. This is for my pure release and sastafication. By no means am I here to make you feel special. This will be rough and unforgiving.”

  She steps a step closer to me, swallowing. I watch her throat bubble up and down as she wraps her brain around my words. “Your dreams are about to became nightmares, baby, and I’m the bringer of them all.” I reach down and grab a handful of her hair, wrapping it tightly around my wrist. I pull her head back, “Got it?” I spit out angrily at her. “Do you understand?”

  Her head nods, “Yes Knox, anything you want.”

  “Good girl. Now move, bend over the chair, spread your legs wide on either side. I’m going to tie your hands.”

  I look up as she does as she is told. I see a mixture of fear and excitement laced in her eyes. I look down to her lips, follow down to the set of perky little tits that are standing to attention nicely behind the chair. I run my eyes back up to meet her, “Hold on! Oh, and sweetheart? I don’t do safe words.” An evil chuckle escapes my lips.

  She blinks up at me. I release her hair. Walking around behind her, I move her naked ass around to where I want it and spread her legs open further with my knee, before pulling down my jeans and boxers the rest of the way to give me the movement needed for this assault on her insides.

  Grabbing her around her hips, I see her peering at me over her shoulder, I run one hand down the small of her back over her tight ass, down further still, to her sweet pussy. “Oh, so wet for me already darling.” She just nods, biting her lip, which I am quick to rip out of her mouth, “Don’t ever do that while looking at me!” I spit at her. I rip a condom packet open and slide it down over my dick as I grab a handful of her bleached, dirty hair and rip her head back nice and tight. “Time to meet the Devil, darling,” I say as I slam all of me into her so hard that the chair moves, a small sound escapes her lips, a tiny yelp if I am not mistaken.

  I slowly pull out of her, then slam myself back in again, and again, repeating the process, till she is panting, begging me to make it harder. Harder? Well, if you want hard, sweetheart, hard is what you will get.

  I thrust my now throbbing hard cock into her dripping, wet pussy, circling my hips as I go. She’s pulling against the ties I used to bind her to the chair, wimpering in lust for my cock. “Please, Knox, untie me. I won’t touch you, please, so I can look at you at least.” She begs.

  “No way,” I say, “That is too close. This way is how it fucking has to be. I don’t want you looking at me, or your body touching me. This way I own your body and your ass. I can dominate you. It's the way I like it.”

  “Knox,” she says looking up at me with big eyes, “It’s hurting my arms, and chest this way. Please can you untie me and take me over the couch maybe? Something softer.” Good point, the chair moves too much anyway. I will just take her ass deep from behind bent over the couch.

  I untie her, pick her up, and throw her over the couch. The bedroom is a no-go zone, sweetheart. A small squeal escapes her lips, as she lands like this is a fun game. Oh, how wrong she is. I move around in front. I pull my belt out of my jeans, “hands out in front of you,” I demand.

  “Like I’m praying,” she says.

  “Hum? yeah sweetheart, but your God can’t save you from me.”

  She smiles up at me, her cheeks flaming red from the thrashing I just handed her, mixed with excitement, a small sheen of sweat over her body. Finished with her hands, I prop her up on all fours, grab some of my tape I use to tape my hands with and the bottle of cognac. I walk back over. “Here have some of this.” I tip a trickle of the cognac down her throat. I wrap the tape around her eyes. Silly girl is giggling like it’s fun a game. Standing over her, I see her pussy is weeping for me, so eager to please. Licking my lips, I look down at my cock. It’s hard and twitching, ready to play, to ram into her, to invade her very soul.

  In one swift move, I bear down on her, spreading her legs wider with mine so I can sink deeper into her. Into that tight pussy that’s calling for me to punish it. I cup her breasts with one hand, pinching her taut nipple, between my fingers, pulling in out hard and flicking it back. I ride her like I own her. I can feel her cunt inflaming around my shaft that’s sunken so deep in her. Letting go of her breast, I run my hand down her back, parting her ass cheeks. I push my thumb into her, circling in and around while I slam my throbbing cock in and out. She is whirling on me, pushing me thrust for thrust.

  “Enjoying this darling,” I say with a drool to my voice.

  “Mmmmmmm, I sure am,” she says, her voice laced with sex.

  “Well, we can't have that. Time for the pain,” I say.

  I pull out of her, grab her hips hard. I part her ass cheeks and impale my dick into the sweet tight ass. She screams out in pain as I bury deeper inside. She bucks away trying to relieve the assault on her ass. “Oh, hell no, darling.” I grab her by her hair, wrapping its length around my wrist and holding her tight. I grip her hip pulling her hard into me.

  I can hear her panting, as I move faster deeper, working myself up for release. Her back is flexing against me. “Don’t fight it, just ride it, ride my cock, bitch, ride it like you mean it.” I spit “You wanted this. You wanted Assassin Knox Ambrose, well, now you have him.”

  I throw my head back, my eyes are hooded with lust for a good fucking. I wiggle my cock in her, teasing her. She bucks against me begging for me to claim her, to break her soul. She’s arching her back up hard. It pushes so much pressure onto my throbbing cock, I can feel it forming in me, like a volcano preparing to explode. I thrust, slam, pound, faster, moving up higher in my quest for the climax, for release. Just as I am about to come, she screams out in pleasure, sending me over the edge as I’m biting down on her shoulder. I breach past the inside walls of he
r release, and claim her ass hot and hard. Spearing my cock so fucking deep that I come so fast, it surely will spill out her mouth. I reach up, wrapping my hand around her throat, pulling it tight. As I slam my other hand and fingers deep into her pussy to send more of me over the edge, of the need to feel more than pain. She’s screaming out in agony as I own her ass with my dick, her pussy with my fingers. I feel the air popping past my fingers as I grip her neck. Leaning down, I put my mouth to her ear as she starts to go limp in my grip, whispering, “Say hi to the Devil for me.” With that, I throw her down on the couch, pulling out of her. I rip the condom off wiping my dick off, over her ass cheek. “Thanks for the ride sweetheart. I’m taking a shower. Be gone by the time I’m out.”

  I grab the cognac and a $100 bill. “Use this for a cab and some Advil. You won’t be able to walk so good for a few days.” Walking to the shower, I step in and allow the cold water to zap me back to the now, waiting for it to warm up around me. I rub my temples, picking up the bar of fancy hotel soap, I try with all I have to scrub the filth of her from my skin. Dressing after the shower, I ring for room service, thinking that maybe eating will help fill the empty pit in my gut but it doesn’t so I just drink and pace this room, this big, empty space. Walking over to the large window, I watch the New York traffic below me. I can’t seem to settle after she leaves. I thought there would be nothing like a good fucking to sort me out, but what Angel had said earlier still plays on my mind. I grab the bottle of cognac and my jacket and run, run up to where she lays, to have it out with her. I laugh at that, have it out with a ghost? God. I’m fucking losing it.

  I need to know why she is tormenting me. I do that enough for the both of us. When I reach her, she is waiting for me. Before I can say anything, she raises her finger up to my lips. “Shhh” she says, “Let me say this before you kick off. I will always love you, over the moon, under the sun, And in and out of the stars. But baby, you need to let go, it’s killing you...” she murmurs to me.

  “What do you want?” I snap at her. “Me to let go of the one thing that has ever made fucking sense to me? Angel. Do you want me to forget what I have done? How much goddamn fucking pain I carry? The harsh truth of what I did? How I killed you? That was me, Angel, all me. Now you come to me all the fucking time, fucking with my head. I strive to keep you here, beside me. I hate it when you’re gone, so, no I fucking won’t let go.”

  I’m shouting at her, “I’ll fight. Rain all the pain I can down on the human race. I will destroy all the whores that fall on my cock. You want to know why? Well it's simple; that way I get to see you, feel you, smell you. My angel, my forever, my love... So please tell me again to let go, to forget!!”

  My voice grows cold, “The Devil has my soul and you, and this fucking ground that we are standing on, have my fucking heart. I carry the white dove charm everywhere with me, twirling it in my fingers, inside my pocket, all the time... It brings me a tiny flicker of peace...” I bow my head in defeat, for I have nothing left when I’m around her. “I feel nothing. I fear nothing. I may bleed but I bleed fire, and truth for revenge!” It’s all but a whisper laced with hate, as I look up into her eyes.

  “You’re always an echo in my mind, always so close but yet so far away. I’m afraid to get too close to you, Knox. It’s not safe for you or me. I can't be here all the time. They ask questions, wanting to know where I go. I can't leave you, not while you are like this. I break each time I see you tremble in pain. I try to soothe you. But I seem to make it worse. You were my all, my everything, the love of my life. I have to let you go. You have to let me go. This... What you’re doing... isn’t you, baby. You need to get your head right again. Train and fight, love your family. They need you. Kash, he needs you. He is going through some things too. He’s met a girl. She is beautiful. I watch him watching her. She’s hurting too. They are going to be amazing, if he steps up and talks to her. Nan, she misses you, baby. She cries at night for you. Pa watches you train with such love and pride in his eyes. My mom, well, she is lost. Go see her. Go to my room, breathe me in and then breathe me out! You need to! I won’t come around too much more. I’ll be in the shadows till I know you got this but I can’t keep hurting us this way. It’s not fair. Do you understand it, baby? Do you see it?” Her words sound like a song sung from the sweet lips of an angel but it stings and burns and hurts to my very core. Her words destroy me, just as much as watching her die. My heart’s breaking again, it’s like I’m losing her all over again. I fall to my knees, head in my hands, sobs racking through me, retching at my body.

  I feel her then, like really feel her. She scoops me up and lays me back against her, my head rests on her chest, her arms wrapped tightly around me, cocooning me from the pain as her smell engulfs me. I let it roll over me. The lust I feel for her will never die. My eyes grow heavy with sleep. I drift into an Angel-filled coma I don’t want to wake up from.

  The morning sun rises upon me making me wake, stiff and sore. She is gone, my angel. I recall the events from last night. Looking down around myself, I find a feather, like always, but this time it's black. I rub the throb that has formed on my temple, running my hands over my face, I feel the small bumps and lumps from last night’s fight, remembering the girl I so forcefully took and then Angel, my sweet Angel, telling me that she can no longer watch me, not only tormenting myself, but everyone else around me. I sigh shake off the feeling of loneliness as I pull myself to my feet and lay a kiss on her headstone. Today’s it then. I shall put plans in place to move onto the revenge that hatred has filled, to train, to sort out the shit that’s going on at home.

  I run all the way to the gym after I swing by the hotel to grab my things. Walking in, I am greeted by cheers, screams and whoops. I smile and shrug my shoulders at them as I move through to the locker rooms to change into my training gear. Jimmy walks in, “Wasn’t expecting you today, Knox.”

  The morning sun rises upon me making, me wake, stiff and sore. She is gone, my angel. I recall the events from last night, looking down around myself, I find a feather like always but this time it's black. I rub the throb that has formed on my temple, running my hands over my face, I feel the small bumps and lumps from last night’s fight, remembering the girl I so forcefully took and then Angel, my sweet Angel, telling me that she can no longer watch me, not only tormenting myself but everyone else around me.

  “Hmm well, thought best not to sit idle. Better to train out the sore in my muscles, right?” No place I want to be, other than with her. I’ll fight out my anger and train my mind to assassinate the fuckers that took her from me.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Knox

  Weeks go by and I have not seen Angel at all. I have smelt her though, picked up fallen feathers here and there. I have fought many fights, won them all, had a lot of press and women in between. I have tied them up, pounded them from the inside out, had a few return not knowing how to move through this world as they had before, told them over and over, ‘sweetheart, you knew what you were getting into. I told you it would be dark, that the demon I unleash does not play nice with the souls of whores.’ I just shake them off and carry on. I’ve spent weeks now scoping out Dan and Clarke, playing nice with the great Mr. Briggs and the whores who hang off them. Jaime has been helping me with watching, planning out what to do. I know that a world of pain is coming their way. Just not too sure how to execute it as of yet. I do let their little jock squad know that I’m still here though; that I haven’t forgotten. I let them see me now and then, let them know I’m here by bumping into them when out walking, or sitting outside their homes giving them a little wave when they head out to their jobs, sucking the fucking senator's cock at City Hall. Fucking hell, on his payroll now and everything. Got to be kept sweet somehow, don’t they know the price they’ll pay for stitching me up? It will be their downfall. I love leaving little notes laying around for them to find.

  The world is full of monsters with friendly faces. I’m coming for you, boys.

  I
do love watching the looks on their faces when they find them and look frantically around, silently shitting themselves. I crave to feel their bones shatter under my fist, to see their blood ooze down my arm. The day is nearing. I can smell their fear in the air as I follow them.

  It’s all set up. I’ll take them after the game this weekend. They have corporate seats with the great Mr. Briggs, along with the posse of slappers that follow them around like lost wee puppy dogs. Poor bitches, have they no self-worth? It seems to be the norm with girls, they just throw themselves at men like they are candy to be eaten, devoured, used without even blinking. I don’t ever think that there will ever be another girl out there with as much class as my Sarah-Jane, that’s for sure. Even if there was, I’m sure she would get lost in the sea of dolled up barbies walking around this town.

  I train as normal not wanting anyone to pick up the scent that I am laying down a good old-fashioned ass whooping on the jock squad and the great Mr. Briggs tonight. It’s all good to go. I’ll fight tonight first and then head off to my hotel like I do after every fight. Then I’ll meet Kash round the back, let him in up through the service elevator, he will bunk down in my room, call room service around the time the boys and I will be caving in some skulls. No one will be none the wiser. A nice little girl will come, deliver the things Kash has ordered and get a nice, wee tip and a pat on the butt, along with a peck on the cheek for good measure from the Assassin Knox Ambrose. Kashie’s school buddies will be in there with him, so if shit hits the fan, we will have witnesses, along with the little lady from room service. The joys of being an identical twin. I smile at the plan. When they leave the game, I’ll run them down around to the boroughs of Queens, the game is at New York State Pavilion. The boys and I know that area well. We’ve done a lot of back street brawling out of there. We know Flushing Meadows like the back of our hands. Jamie’s going to get the boys to get the cars sorted from a chop shop that one of them works at. We will follow, one in front and one to the back, but have two extras on standby.