His thick fingers tear away the lace scrap covering my pussy, and his fingers dip into my heat as I whimper. “You’re such a fucking slut. So wet for me. Wet for a dirty, hard fuck.” I hear his zipper, and that’s when it hits me. Fuck! He’s not going to put on a condom. I start to open my mouth, but I don’t. I can’t ruin this. I buck my body against his, and his grasp on my wrists slips. I hear him stumble back, and I run for the living room.
My pants fall even farther down my legs and hinder my movements. I trip and scream out, but his corded arms wrap around my body and cushion my blow. He pins me down as I thrash under him. My fingers dig into the carpet. I try to move away, but I can’t. I can’t get out from under him. I can’t turn around.
His blunt fingernails dig into the flesh of my hips, tilting me up. And before I can move, before I can think of a way to fight him, he thrusts himself into me to the hilt.
“Fuck!” he yells out as I moan into the carpet.
I feel the sting of his massive size stretching my walls. I try to get up, but his strong hand splays across my back and pushes me down while his other keeps a firm grip on my hip as he pounds into me. Again and again. My body heats as pleasure grows in my core. He ruts into me like a beast claiming his prey.
“Yes!” I scream into the floor.
He leans down, keeping up his relentless pace. “That’s right, doll; you fucking love this. You love me fucking your tight little cunt.” His dirty words send me over the edge. My body convulses under him as intense pleasure wracks through my body. My back tries to arch, but he keeps me pinned and pounds into me without mercy. My walls pulse around him, and he pushes deeper into me. I scream into the floor as waves and waves of hot cum fill me. I lie limp on the ground, loving the feeling of being used. Loving how he took everything he wanted from me.
My bliss is shattered as I hear a beep alert that I got a text message. Reality slaps me in the fucking face. I scramble underneath of him to get up. The word is there, ready to pounce, but he lets me up. I kick my pants off and dig in my purse in the front hall for my iPhone.
Running 5 mins late – sorry!
It’s a text from Sarah. I check the time. Shit! It’s almost six. My hand covers my mouth. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I didn’t get shit done. I drop the phone and grab my pants, searching frantically for my torn underwear. Holy fuck. Sarah’s coming with Jax and his play date. I don’t even remember which kid it is that’s coming over. Holy hell, I’m a fucking mess.
“Are you okay?” I look up at the sex god standing in the middle of my living room. He just fucked me for a second time, and I don’t even know his name. Tears form in my eyes as I shake my head. Slut. His word rings in my head as my throat closes, and my chest hollows.
He wraps his arms around me as he says, “It’s alright, doll. It’s okay.”
He doesn’t understand. I push away from him. “You need to leave. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t-” I can’t finish. I don’t know what to say to him.
He looks at me like I’ve slapped him. And I guess I may as well have. But what did he honestly expect? He came here to fuck me, and he did. He won. It’s over. I open the front door and stay behind it so no one will see. I lower my gaze to the floor as I say, “I can’t.”
“What the fuck?” My eyes reach his as he stands in front of me zipping up his pants, and shaking his head. He walks with confidence toward me, and I can tell he’s not going to leave.
“My son.” It’s all I say. It’s all I have to say. He stops a foot away from me and looks me up and down. I want to ask him his name. I want to do much more than I can. More than I should. I have to take a deep breath and try to calm myself.
“I’ll go, but I want to see you again.” I do, too. His words shock me. My lips part, and I stand there speechless.
He picks up my phone off the table and says, “I’m putting my number in here. Dom.” He looks at me with a smirk. I feel my cheeks heat, and I cringe. That’s so fucking embarrassing. I don’t even respond.
He puts the phone down, but then laughs and shakes his head. He picks it back up and smiles broadly at me. “Dirty Dom, since that’s the way you like it, doll.” He puts the phone back down and then walks to me. His hand cups my face and tilts it so I'm forced to look at him.
He’s so relaxed, so at ease. I want to melt into him. I bite my lip to keep myself from caving to him.
He turns his cheek toward me and taps it with his finger.
I look at him like he’s fucking crazy. He wants me to kiss his cheek? “You don’t have all day, Rebecca; your son will be here soon.” My eyes widen. I don’t want that. I have to stand on my tiptoes to plant a kiss on his cheek, but I do. I love the feel of his rough stubble under my soft lips.
“Good girl.” An asymmetric grin pulls his lips up.
“Becca.” I don’t know why, but I correct him. No one calls me Rebecca. Only my mother, when she was mad at me. When I disappointed her. I don’t want him calling me that. Shit, I’d rather he call me his dirty slut again than Rebecca.
“Becca,” he repeats to me. “I like that even better,” he mutters under his breath, and then leaves. I watch as he gets into a silver car without looking back at me. I quickly close the door and lean my back against it. My mind replays everything that happened as my fingertips touch my lips.
What the fuck did I just do?
Dom
What the fuck just happened? I went there to smooth shit over and apologize. I start the ignition and run my hand through my hair. I lean back against the seat and take a look back at her house.
A two-story, single family home. Where the fuck is her picket fence?
Her door’s closed. She didn’t even wait to watch me leave. Probably has to clean up all the evidence that she was with me. For some reason, that really fucking hurts. But then I remember she’s got a little boy. And fuck that, I don’t want to be here and have to do all that shit. I just wanted to get laid. And I did. I pull out and snort at a few of the houses that actually do have white picket fences.
But why does it feel so… wrong? It was hot as fuck. I’ve never had a woman who wanted to do that, to fight me like that. I groan, leaning my head back against the seat as I pull up to a red light. That was fucking hot. My fingers graze the skin of my neck. She fucking bit me. My Becca is one kinky bitch.
The cocky grin on my lips slips as I remember how she looked after. Not after I got done fucking her. She was gorgeous when she came on my dick. Her teeth sank into her bottom lip as she tried to fight her need to scream in pleasure. The memory makes me want to fuck her again. Right now. This broad keeps me wanting to go back for more. I shake my head, not quite knowing how I feel about it all.
I feel a little used, to be honest. I fucking enjoyed it, but damn, did she have to kick me out right fucking then? The aftershocks were probably still racing through her body when she shut the damn door.
She should’ve at least taken me to dinner if she was gonna fuck me like that. I bark a laugh out at my little joke.
Okay, okay. Now I know what I’m working with. If we’re gonna keep fucking, I know exactly where I stand with her. I’d be her dirty, little secret. Usually women brag about fucking me. There’s no way Becca will.
As I pull up to the house, my phone goes off. I look at the monitor on the dashboard and see it’s Vince. I park the car in the driveway, but leave it running.
“Yeah?” I ask him. I don’t really feel like fucking around. I want to get inside and look at my schedule. I gotta figure out when I’m hooking up with my doll again.
“We got a problem.” I don’t like his tone. My blood runs ice cold.
“What is it?” I ask.
“Detective Marshall took Jack in.” Hearing that name pisses me off. Jack’s ex threatened to go to him. You don’t threaten a mobster, even if he’s your husband. And you sure as fuck don’t use names either. 'Cause that means you’ve already talked to law enforcement.
“What’s he got on him?” I ask.
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��Nothing. But we all need to lay low for now.”
“Why’d he get picked up?” Marshall is always trying to hunt us down and pin anything he can on us. Every stupid thing used to get us taken in. Now they’re careful, since Pops threatened a lawsuit and the judge in his pocket is on our side.
“Expired license.” He’s gotta be shitting me.
“Are you fucking serious?” I practically yell.
“Yeah, just lay low, Dom,” he answers with a pissed off tone. Jack should fucking know better.
“Not a problem.” My hands twist the steering wheel. I always lay low. I’m not out there like the rest of them.
“Yeah, it is a problem.” My brow furrows. The fuck it is? “Don’t you remember what happened yesterday?”
I close my eyes and pinch the bridge of my nose. De Luca. Damn is he a pain in my ass. “That hasn’t been dealt with yet?” We have to be careful about how we talk. No names, nothing that could be used as evidence. Just in case.
“Not yet. We have some issues standing in the way, and now this.” My fist slams on the wheel. It’s not hard to whack a guy. Really, it’s not. And the quicker, the better. Which is why it was supposed to happen last night.
“Why didn’t the call happen last night?” It’s hard to keep the anger out of my voice. Usually I stay calm and indifferent on the outside. That’s how I am. That’s how I like it to be. Other than with this broad. She’s gotten under my skin.
“We got tied up.” What the fuck could be more important than taking care of someone who’s trying to take care of us? I wanna ask him, but my temper is starting to get the best of me. I can’t let that get out of hand. I can’t slip up on a phone call.
“What do you need me to do, Vince?” I fucking hate this. I hate knowing someone is out there gunning for us, and we’re just sitting ducks. My mind flashes with an image of Becca, her lying on the ground, blood pooling around her pale, lifeless body. Even worse, her son. Fuck that. That can’t happen. I won’t let that happen.
No. No, they didn’t see her. Right? There was plenty of time that passed between when she left and that young prick coming into my office. But who the fuck knows how long they were waiting out there?
Johnny looked at the footage, had to cross every “T” and dot every “I.” He said there wasn’t anyone with Marco. His car was left in the lot. Johnny dumped it, of course. But still, an uneasiness creeps up on me.
My body stills and freezes. I’m not risking it. I put the car in reverse. “I gotta go, Vince.”
“Just hang tight and lay low.”
“Got it.” I hit end and immediately dial Johnny.
“Yo, boss,” he answers casually. Too fucking casual for my liking.
“Did you watch my girl leave when you saw the footage?” I feel fucking stupid for not doing it myself. I grit my teeth as I come up to a red light and resist the urge to gun it. Stay low. Besides, I just left her. She’s fine.
Fuck! What if they had a tail on me? I haven’t been paying attention since this fucker is supposed to be dead. He was supposed to be taken care of. Fucking Jack! My fist slams against the wheel as I stare at the longest fucking red light I’ve ever sat at.
“Nah, boss. I di-”
I cut him off and say sharply, “Do it. Make sure no one followed her. Do it now, and get back to me when you’re done. I’m heading to her house now.” It’s gonna take another forty minutes to get back to her place. At least it gets dark pretty early in the fall. I’ll just scout it out, make sure she’s good until Johnny gets back to me.
There’s a short hesitation and I know he’s confused and wants to ask what’s going on, but he knows better than to ask. And realistically, I have no clue what’s going on between us. But if they are hoping to get to us, those spineless rats will use any means necessary. Including our women. It wouldn’t be the first time a competitor targeted us that way. But I’m sure as fuck not going to let it happen to her.
I pull up a few houses away, park and turn off my lights. I’m glad she lives in a nice neighborhood; my car doesn’t really stand out much here. There’s a car parked along the curb of her house, but I know she was expecting someone, so I don’t freak out. I stay calm. She’ll be fine. I’m just gonna make sure she’s alright. That’s all. I put my hand on the butt of my gun, just to make sure it’s where I like it, and get out with my phone in my hand. I flick it to vibrate and I shut the door quietly. Right before I pocket my phone, it goes off.
“Yeah?” I ask Johnny.
“She’s good. There’s nothing on there.” His answer is quick and to the point. I like it.
“Thanks.” I end the call and debate just getting back in my car and leaving. But I drove all the way back out here. I check the time on the phone. It’s nearly eight. I’ll go check to make sure she’s alright.
I chuckle deep and low. That’s a fucking lie. I wanna see what my doll is up to.
Becca
I wish this bitch would just leave already. She doesn’t even want to be here. She’s digging for information. I can practically feel her claws. Her eyes keep looking all over the room, as if searching for some evidence of anything to bring back to her bitchy cabal.
Her daughter, Ava, is freaking adorable, but she’s not the least bit interested in playing with Jax. Not that it really matters when they’re three. But seriously, just fucking go home already. I watched Ava for an hour, fed them dinner – pizza since I didn’t have time for anything else – and Cindy was just supposed to pick her up. Just scoop up your tyke and go.
I’ve had some really fucked up long days today and yesterday. I need to crash. Or go to a freaking mental institution. I’m not sure which.
Cindy’s hand reaches out and touches my arm, bringing my focus back to her. It’s fucking cold. I should start referring to her as the ice bitch.
She looks at me with a tilted head and a sad frown, feigning actual sympathy. I should hate this woman. She was friends with the woman I caught Rick with. She knew! But then again, they all knew. Everyone but me. “How are you really, Becca?” she finally asks.
How am I? I’m fucked. That’s what I am. I’m seriously fucked in the head. I hate Rick, yet I miss him. More than that, I feel guilty about my dead husband. Ex-husband. I don’t even know how to refer to him. I’m drowning in work. And I’m fucking a criminal who knows where I live. I’m not fucking okay. Nothing feels okay. My perfect world has been torn apart, flipped around and is practically unrecognizable.
But I’m not going to tell this bitch that. I don’t even tell Sarah that. I mean, she knows. She figures shit out on her own. Like when she dropped the kids off. She knew something happened. I could see it on her face that she wanted to ask questions, but she didn’t. I bet one of these days she’s just going to drive me to a fucking shrink. The thought isn’t as funny as I wish it would be. Rick wanted to take me to a shrink. He said I was unstable, and therefore should not have custody of Jax. Fuck, am I unstable? No. I close my eyes and turn my head away. I’m handling all this shit as best as anyone possibly could. I’m doing my best. I really am. My hands cover my face. I have no idea if it’s good enough though.
Cindy’s hand squeezes my thigh. “You can tell me; I’m here for you.”
I give her a tight smile. “It’s really hard working through the grief and anger. But I know everything will be fine with some time.” I pat her knee and say, “Grief is a journey; I’m just moving through it.” It’s the truth. Well, a partial truth. The slimmest fraction of the truth. But the truth nonetheless. I’m not going to open my heart for this woman. I’m not going to do it for anyone. Not anymore. Just as the bitter thought creeps up on me, Jax squeals and Ava starts crying.
“Jax!” He’s got her baby’s blanket in his hands. I shake my head at him and say, “Sweetheart, give that back to Ava, please.” Calm tones, display behavior you want to be reciprocated. I nod my head and smile. Positive reinforcement. I think about all the books I read when I was pregnant, and it all fucking goes out t
he window as Jax grins at me and takes off.
Little shit. I smile, chasing him down the hall and scoop his butt up. He lets out the sweetest laugh; it’s the best sound in the world. I carry him back into the playroom, lifting his shirt and blowing raspberries on his stomach. I set him down and easily take the blanket away from him. Ava and Cindy are watching us. Poor little Ava has tears in her eyes still.
“Jax, say you're sorry to Ava.” I grab his hand to keep him from running. I say a silent prayer that he just says sorry. I don’t want to fight him. I don’t want to have to sit him on the naughty step and go through all that bullshit.
“Sowry!” Cindy’s got her hands on her hips, and her lips are pursed. What the hell? Does she want me to crucify him?
“Sweetheart,” I say and hand him the blanket. “Help Ava tuck in baby...” Shit, I forget what she was calling the doll. “What’s her name, sweetie?”
“Missy Jane,” she pouts, but she’s not sad anymore, now it’s just for attention.
I smile at her and walk them over to Missy Jane. “Let’s put Missy Jane to bed.” I hand Ava the blanket and she tucks one end under the doll while Jax puts his finger over his lips and shushes. “Good job, you two! You make such a good team.”
It feels like a workout, but at least they aren’t screaming at each other and pulling each other's hair. Next year, maybe. I’ve heard of the terrible twos, and the fucking fours. Not looking forward to that one. I put a hand on Jax’s back to keep him there.
“Time to say bye to Ava.” I smile at the two of them and then Cindy, who’s texting on her phone.
I can’t help but wonder what she would think if I told her about him. About Dirty Dom. I don’t know what he wants from me, but my heart clenches at how I kicked him out. I think he came to use me, but ended up being used instead. My smile broadens, not that Cindy would notice since she’s still furiously texting.
I wonder what she’d think about him, and then I realize I really don’t give a shit.
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