A slow, Cheshire cat smile spreads across his face as he steps into me, fisting my long, black hair, yanks my face upwards. His lips hover just over mine, barely within reach as his minty breath rushes over them. He has a habit of spitting out his dip and cramming mints when he gets home, he knows I hate that crap.
“Be careful what you ask for, darlin’. I’m just the right amount of fucked up to give it to you, and won’t feel a damn bit guilty either.” His tongue juts out and traces my lips, the electricity crackling between us causing them to part as an excited gasp escapes my frustrated body. “And by the way, you just admitted that you love me.”
“I─” The remaining tether on his self-control snaps as his lips silence me with their hungry need. Like a starved woman, my body comes alive on contact, and meets him head on. Firm hands snake around my ass, and grab on tight as his body rolls into mine. Something hard pushes against my stomach before I’m abruptly lifted up and tossed back on the bed. I barely understand what’s going on as the drugging kiss plays with my comprehension. More, I need more. It’s ridiculous how unhinged he makes me. Seeking him out, I’m not left to wonder long as the bed shifts, and a suddenly bare, mountain of a man crawls up between my splayed legs. My heart slams into my chest as I watch him move like an agile hunter. Jesus, no wonder men like to go to titty bars, I could stare at his naked body forever. His broad, defined chest flexes under his miles of ink. Michelangelo could never paint such perfection. I want to trace his abs with my tongue, hell, I want to taste every inch of him.
His nostrils flare as he extends a finger, and slips it under the wet, wisp of fabric between my legs. I suck in a breath as the contact hits me harder than it should. This moment has played out in my head a million times over the last two days. He hisses as I arch back, more than ready for whatever he has to give. The tips of his thick fingers dance around, exploring, teasing, making lightning shoot up my spine.
“This is cute,” he grunts condescendingly, but my cares fall by the wayside as he pulls the fabric of the body suit away and rips it in half, completely exposing me. Dipping down, he trails his tongue behind his fingers, teasing, but never fully committing to any full on friction. He’s driving me completely mad.
“Fuck,” I cry in frustration and pound the bed next to me. The anticipation is becoming more than I can handle. We need to just get this over with, let's rip this Band-Aid off.
“Fuck what?” he teases, knowing damn well what he is doing.
“I fucking hate you, that’s what,” I gasp as my hips undulate, trying to force his fingers deeper.
He dives in, mouth straight to that magic spot and sucks… hard. My hips lift as I fuck his face, unable to stop myself from seeking more, chasing that elusive orgasm that’s lingering somewhere below the surface. I’ve tried to make it happen on my own, but would get frustrated before ever getting close. Patience is not my biggest strong suite. A big palm firmly comes down on my lower stomach as he pushes me to the mattress and tears his face away. Licking his lips, he stalks up my body like a predator on a mission, his skin becoming fused to mine as he settles between my legs.
The head of his dick pushes at my entrance, demanding to be let in. My thighs part on their own but my mind begins to short circuit. A battle of epic proportions ensues, my mind the ultimate executioner, set on beheading any form of sanity or happiness that comes within my grasp. Unfortunately, the headsman begins to win.
All of Leo becomes too much, he’s fucking everywhere. Suffocating me, drowning me in the heaven he brings to earth. His lips trace the column of my neck, seducing my body into submission as the fragmented hard drive fires conflicting, tormenting information. His heavy body pushes harder into my writhing one, my wet opening slowly giving way to the head of that damn dick. Part of me wants to dig my heels into his ass, and get it over with as fiercely as I suddenly want out of all of this. The pendulum swings back and forth, yes then no. The panic of uncertainty and indecision begins to choke hold me in its icy grip, and I want to scream at the maddening panic and dread mixed with desire swirling in my head. Brave little Luna is nowhere to be seen as she back peddles, leaving me stranded in this compromising position.
“Stop, I’m done. I mean it.” It comes out as a garbled whisper and I try to get up from under him. But I can’t. He’s too much man. My plea falls on deaf ears as one hand now slides around the base of my throat. Internally, the war rages on as the voice in my head screams yes then no. I’m loving and hating it; berating and shaming myself for being intrigued and wanting to go on. Why won’t he stop? Why won’t my goddamn head stop? In my mind’s eye I see my broken-self cowered in the haunted dark, knees drawn to chest as she rocks back and forth on her haunches, insanity taking root as tears spill down her cheeks and her lips tremble, begging him over and over to stop, to leave her to rot in the dark.
My vision swims until his blue eyes… my home… come into view, fusing to my flooded ones. I can barely recognize him as his animalistic side contorts through a twisted mask as he clearly is loving every minute of my torture. He’s getting off on the sheer panic coming from my terror filled face. He licks his lips, completely satisfied.
“This pussy right here,” he growls as he bucks his hips, allowing his head to push completely in, the pain making me cry out, “is mine, Luna. I’m about to make sure that you don’t fucking forget it.”
I fight him by beating my fists against his arms, while trying to kick my way out. A fearful scream escapes me as it becomes clear he isn’t going to listen. This isn’t going to stop. Once again, I have no control. Wetness pours from between my legs, I can feel the arousal dripping and doesn’t that just confuse the hell out of me. This is fucked up, I’m fucked up, I should be completely ashamed of myself.
My blows to his flesh come to a halt as he sweeps my fists up into one hand, and pins my wrists over my head with one hand before replacing his other hand back on my neck. The burning around my opening begins to ease, giving way to a needy throbbing that spreads down to my toes. But he can’t make me admit that. Hell, I don’t want to admit any of this even to myself. Sick over my body’s betrayal, I try again to buck him off me.
“That’s right baby, the more you fight me, the harder I get. I’m about to fuck this pussy clean, absolvin’ it with my flesh. The only dick it will have ever known or will ever know after this is mine. You are mine.” The reverberation of his words brand me on a soul level. He swings his hips upward and makes me take all of him at once in a searing, painful intrusion. He stills as my stomach cramps down horrifically, the tip of his dick rammed into my cervix. The walls of my opening shake, and quiver in an attempt to accommodate him. My ass clenches together in the wake of the attack. The heat and pulsating down my thighs begins to spread up as I remind myself to breathe through it. I can’t turn away from his hypnotic blue eyes, I stay locked on to them as if they are my anchor in this new experience. His cock twitches deep inside me as he bears down, doing his damndest to hold still and give me more time to get used to his size. As much of a bastard as he is, he still cares. Jesus, I never even thought about how asking him to force me into this might affect his psyche, who’s the bigger asshole now? His cock twitches again inside me, the erotic sensation making my hips undulate all on their own.
Leo shudders violently before stilling again, his eyes urging me on. He draws back slightly then eases in again, the movement stealing my breath as my mouth falls open and my body bends to his. After a few more strokes, I begin to meet him thrust for thrust. Each one coming faster, harder, deeper. My mouth was saying one thing but, the whole time, the lower half of my body never stopped wanting this. His fingers tighten around my neck, the primordial, possessive hold making me gasp in pleasure and finally something clicks and my body relaxes, stretching even further for him. A sigh of relief escapes his intense face, beads of sweat beginning to appear over his brow as he holds on to his control. He picks up speed, the pain transitioning into extreme pleasure, and I’m now fucking him as har
d as he is me. Our intense gazes never leave one another as we keep going. It’s our souls melding to one another as we break down the last barrier that I used to keep him away. My entire being is completely full as he works me, making me his. A new pressure begins to build, one reminiscent of when he went down on me, but deeper and more powerful. With each glide, he hits something that makes that aching spot grow.
“Jesus, fuck. Leo!” I scream as the stroke of his dick hits that place again, and I feel white hot waves caress my overly excited body.
“Yes, baby. You feel that? That’s my dick owning your sweet pussy.”
My body begins to vibrate and tremble as I ride the waves of pleasure. “I think I’m going to come.” I breathe through his grasp. His fingers flex, and the air supply becomes more limited. My hips rock and the precise thrusts never change from the tried and true rhythm he’s found. I want to scream, tell him to go harder, faster, to get me there now, but I can’t. He’s completely taken control of my body, and I’m helpless. The heat in my thighs pulses in one hard wave, and a mind blowing orgasm finally rips through my being, exposing everything that I am on the rawest level. My body is rendered helpless as it becomes his and stars fill my eyes. His name escapes my parted lips in a hoarse explosion through the choke hold. My body moves in time with Leo’s, his lips brushing the column of my neck as he slides back. In one swift movement, he slams back into me and bites into my neck as his own orgasm fires off. A thunderous, deafening roar explodes from his chest, his body shuddering, and he fucks the remnants of his release into me, filling my pussy with everything he has left to give.
His hands release me and fall to either side of my head. His bulk struggles to keep upright, as labored breathing echoes in my ears. Our bodies attempt to come down, the overall high the best ride of my life. Part of me wishes we could stay like this forever.
“Fuck, I love you, Luna.” He slowly tries to pull out but I clench my kegel muscles and he hisses, pushing his semi hard dick in further. Having this kind of power over a man could be addicting.
“I love you too, asshole.” He lifts his head to scowl but I kiss him before I can get in trouble. The passionate maneuver overtakes us before he can say anything smart. Part of me is tempted to push him further, because I may just be his perfect level of fucked up and would get off getting punished by his strong hand. I clench at the thought and he growls, his half-mast erection now standing at full, never getting a chance to leave the pussy it’s locked into. The sound of his voice has me ready for more.
Breaking the kiss, I’m barely able to remove my lips long enough to whisper, “Roll us over cowboy, I want to ride you.” I haven’t been able to stop thinking about doing that since he last offered, and I chickened out.
“Yes, Ma’am.”
In one fluid movement, he rolls us over without breaking our fused hips, his dick staying deep inside. “Save a horse.” He winks and cups my breasts as I let my body take over, riding him hard. I may not know exactly what I am doing but under his watch, I’m capable of anything. Like a butterfly breaking free from its cocoon, I fuck my demons into submission by owning his body, heart and soul. In the dead of winter, wrapped up in each other, we find absolution.
Chapter 13
Leo
My dusty old boots stomp up the hallway to the Prez’s office, fresh memories from this morning of Luna’s perfect tits bouncing all over in the forefront of my mind. Part of me still feels like all of that was a dirty fucking dream, that none of it really happened. Pounding a fist into the office door to open the way, I shake her from my head. There’s no need to be tainting what we shared with the horseshit up in here. The minute Stitch texted me, I knew, shit was going down.
Church is in full session as everyone crowds around the long table in the dingy old office that has smelled like dust and old gym socks for as long as I can remember. Instead of taking a seat, I lounge against the far wall where I can have eyes on everyone. Brotherhood, yes, full trust across the board? Hell no.
“All right fuckheads, calm down.” Silver tries to reign in the riled up voices I had completely tuned out the minute my fist pounded the door open. The room falls silent. Silver is able to command instant respect, right along with Blue. Blue sits quietly at the head, the worry lines creasing deeper into his mahogany skin as his eyes settle on me.
“Whip, we got a direct hit on one of our large shipments. You know who it is, and why. You get to clean it up,” Silver grits out, beyond pissed.
My fists clench and unclench as I process what he just said. That’s impossible, I can’t take down those fuckers all on my own. It’s a death sentence. Jesus, just when I finally feel like I’ve got a reason to live, this is what’s up. Blue really did want me, his biggest liability, gone. Judging by the escalating voices all around, they are reaching the same conclusion and, shockingly, didn’t agree.
“The fuck he is, shit ain’t all his fault, we stand together,” Tank informs the group, and they grunt along.
“Hell, Prez, they hit us all with this. Whip fucking up the pretty boy or keeping the broad safe has nothing to do with this hit. This was personal,” Stix chimes in, usually he doesn’t ever say anything. Having him breach his usual vow of silence meant a lot.
“Can y’all just shut the fuck up already?” Blue bellows, ready to say what it is he needs to say and kick us out. He’s always been pretty damn direct, no fluff, ever. “Jesus Christ, I’m getting too old to be dealing with a bunch of pussies that get their thongs in a twist before they’ve got all the intel sorted.” Blue runs a hand over his salt and pepper beard.
“Prez, you already told me what you wanted with Whip.” Silver tries to defend himself.
“I told you he needs to clean it up, but I didn’t tell you all the ins and outs. Pretty boy didn’t hit us, Pinky and his fuckups did. One of the prospects helping with watch received a little message.” Blue waves a hand, and Gunner shoves the barely twenty-something wanna be into the middle of the room.
The kid is clutching his forearm, looking mighty weary. Gunner, being the pushy, hairy beast that he is, smacks the kid upside the head. The greasy coward dips his chin in shame before dropping the guarding hand, and thrusting his bleeding forearm out and into the light for the rest of us to see. The flesh of his arm has been carved open by a jagged knife. The skin is peeled back as rough lines try to form letters. It’s all red, raised, and angry looking as hell; dried blood accentuates the gory mess. We can even see little white bits of tendon peeking through the massacred skin. Stepping forward to get a better look, bile rises in the back of my throat as I make out what the message is trying to say.
“The fuck?” Stitch stands, grabs the kid’s wrist and forcefully twists it to examine the damage.
“Does that say what I think it does?” It comes out in a murderous tone that I didn’t even know I was capable of. All twenty fuckheads in the room shift backwards in some subtle way. You could hear a pin drop.
“Whip,” Silver warns, the thunderous sound wrapping around everybody in the room.
Fury infuses itself through every cell in my body as it begins to coil tight, ready to kill.
“Leo, snap the fuck out of it man.” Tank claps me on the shoulder, hard, like only he can manage, anyone else would get a knife in the thigh for trying some shit like that. There has been too many times where he’s been the only one strong enough to pull me off motherfuckers on the verge of receiving a death blow.
Words are lost in the vortex of my rage; sanity has become a novel concept just out of my grasp. I palm up my gun, and head for the door, only to be intercepted by Silver himself.
“Stand down soldier, you will not go at him alone. You will stay, and hear Blue out. We will take care of this as a club, as a family.” The sternness in his voice is a contradiction to the pleading now visible in his old, weather worn eyes.
My boots scuff along the floor boards, I barely hear the words as my eyes shift for another way out that didn’t involve slamming my only fa
thers head into the wall.
“Leonardo Michael Louvel! Look me in the eye, little wolf, now!” Silver commands, calling me in a way that he hasn’t used since I was a knucklehead kid. My head automatically bows like Pavlov’s dog, emotion filling my eyes as they lock onto his. He had my attention at little wolf, an endearing name he gave me out in the wild streets, hunting for food, and any means of survival. It was based on the meaning of my last name, a name I hated until he taught me to be proud of the darkness in which I rose from. The sea of red parts just enough for him to get through.
“He needs to die, now.” Is all that gets through my gritted teeth, the demons in the background anxious to close me back off so we can get to work doing what we do best.
“You’ve already been given the contract on his head. If you go alone, you will be killed, leaving her to a certain death by the hands of his men. Hear Blue’s plan out, we will ride out immediately and handle this the right way. You feel me?” He places a firm hand on my crossed arms, the heat radiating at an uncomfortable degree. The tension in the room is suffocating as meat-head after meat-head coils tighter, waiting for either the first blow to erupt, or the first hog to roar. I nod, unable to formulate words.
“Good. This shouldn’t take long, son.”
It takes an insurmountable amount of strength to turn my body just enough to give Blue the respect he deserves. Blue’s eyes, for the first time, soften into something close to compassion, but I shake it off because he definitely wasn’t known for that. It is all I can do to listen, and formidably nod when he is finished. But, if we are being honest, I wasn’t really paying attention and only caught a few of the details that I needed to know and deleted the rest. My fist meets the door the second Blue finishes, my feet on the move. Not even the devil himself can come between me and what’s to come next. The rookies filleted skin continues to burn into my retinas, She is Mine. The fuck she is.
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