Wreaking Havoc

by Angel Steel

  “I’m on the pill, Zane, and I’m clean,” she answers whimpering.

  I’m so fucking turned on right now. Her eyes half-closed, she wraps her legs around my waist pulling me into her.

  “Are you sure, Amelia?” I ask one final time. Her heels dig into my back, edging me forward. Her hands going to her nipples and pinching them. Licking my lips, I grip my cock and place it back at her entrance. “I can’t be gentle,” and as the last word leaves my lips, my hips shoot forward burying myself entirely inside of her.

  She gasps at my rough entrance, holding myself still allowing her to accustom herself to my size. Her legs lift higher up my waist while I start to move. Resting one of my hands beside her head I hold her leg up as I begin to pick up my pace. Hard deep thrusts. My breathing heavy the same as her own while she withers under me.

  “Oh!” she cries out. Her back arching from the bed as I pound into her.

  “So tight,” I grit out.

  “Harder, Zane,” she screams while I quicken my pace.

  Growling, I grip both her legs and shift them up and onto my shoulders opening her up further then lean back, sliding forward slowly, watching as my cock disappears into her wet pussy then drawing it out coated in her juices. My eyes roll back into my head as her nails dig into my thighs edging me on. Speeding my rhythm up, I’m on the verge of an orgasm. I need her there with me, and by the way she’s clamping around my cock she’s not going to be far behind. I bend down to capture her nipple in my mouth, sucking and tugging hard at the small pink bud. I groan loudly.

  “Zane,” she pleads. Her sweet voice echoing throughout the room. Tearing my mouth away from her nipple, I throw my head back as I pound relentlessly into her. Her screams of pleasure seeping into me as I continue to fuck her with everything I have.

  “I… I’m… com… coming,” she yells out.

  “Fuck!” Grunting, I slam harder and harder into her core.

  Her back arching away from the bed, her head bows as she climaxes around me, screaming my name, “Zane.”

  My breath comes in ragged pants as I find the release my body’s been aching for. I slam hard one last time as I groan out, “Amelia,” followed with short, shallow thrusts as I empty my seed. Finally, I slow my actions, panting, and my head collapses forward, resting my forehead against hers.

  Her legs drop from my shoulders and I shift back removing my semi-hard cock from her depths. Both of our come leaks from her pussy. Smiling sheepishly, I stand from the bed and make my way into the bathroom and wet a washcloth. I hear her voice mumble something, but I can’t quite hear the words. Turning the tap off, I walk back into the room and smile seeing Amelia curled up, snoring softly.

  Shaking my head, I step toward the bed, placing a knee on the edge and lifting her legs apart I wipe her clean, making sure not to linger too long. Placing her leg back down, I quickly get rid of the wash cloth and make my way back to the bed and slip under the blanket. Pulling Amelia into my arms she sighs, shifting closer into me and I pull the blanket over both of us. Wrapping my arms around her body, resting my nose against her hair and breathing in the sweet scent of strawberries. Her legs entwine with my own as her ass nudges against my cock. Groaning, trying not to think about having her again, I will my lust down for her. I press closer into her glancing at the clock, 3:32 a.m. Shit! I have to be up in three hours to leave for work. Grinning, it was worth the lack of sleep.

  Amelia shifts, grumbling in her sleep as she reaches for my hand and places it on her stomach. Lifting my leg over hers to bring her in more, I close my eyes, enjoying the feeling of having her in my arms. I can never get enough of her now that I’ve had her. One taste was all it took. And now I want more, much more. My cock begins to grow, pressing into her ass, as the thoughts of the last hour flash through my head.

  I can’t continue where my thoughts were going. If I do, I will end up taking her while she sleeps beside me. Although a good thought, I don’t want that to happen. Not yet anyway.

  Amelia’s light snores echo through her room. A sweet delicate noise that I begin to fall asleep to, a noise I want to get used to having beside me. Fuck! What the hell am I thinking? Her body presses further into my own. I will myself to move away from her, telling my brain that this isn’t why I’m here, but the rest of my body isn’t listening and I pull her flush against me, my hand sliding up and stopping under her breast, where it stays.

  Shaking my head on the pillow, I’m here for one purpose and one purpose only, getting close to the owner. That’s my mission. My only mission here. Looking down at Amelia’s sleeping form, I raise my hand and slide the stray piece of hair from her beautiful face. If she was the owner, I would need her trust. I need to know everything about the shop and how well she knows everyone that works there, well besides me.

  Rolling onto my back, Amelia’s body follows the curve of my side. The quickest and easiest way to gain her trust was easy. Her heart! I need her heart to get what I’m really here for. Once this is all done, I was going to break her heart. This is the only way I know.

  Leaving.

  Once a mission was done, I was outta there. No sticking around. Move on to the next mission, simple. It didn’t matter about the goodbyes or me just skipping town all together with nothing as to why those people’s lives are fucked up ‘cause of me. I didn’t care. This was me. All of me. This is my life. I wreaked havoc everywhere I went, not caring as to who I hurt along the way.

  I had to find a way to get myself into the office without being seen. I need to get my hands on the order books. Glancing back down to Amelia, there was only one way to get myself in there without being caught, and that’s with Amelia.

  Firstly, I needed to feel out the old man. He was more than a worker there. It’s the way everyone treats him around the shop. Maybe a silent owner? Shit! If that’s the case, my work here is going to be harder than I thought.

  Opening my eyes as the sun streams in hitting my face, I groan. Jesus! How much did I have to drink last night? Rolling over onto my back I stretch, enjoying the slight pain as my muscles pull. Sitting up, rubbing my eyes, a slight breeze from the semi-open window skims over my naked skin. Gripping the blanket to my chest, I frown. Lifting it up, I notice that I’m completely naked underneath it. Looking to the opposite side of the bed, I see a piece of paper sitting on the pillow staring at me.

  “Shit,” I hiss.

  Reaching for the piece of paper, I open it slowly with shaky hands and read the words.

  Amelia,

  There’s a glass of water and Advil on the counter in the bathroom for you, knowing your head is probably hurting after last night’s drinking.

  Okay, so that wasn’t so bad, I continue to read on.

  You looked so sweet laying there when I left. I wanted so badly to wake you up with my mouth on your pussy and you screaming my name exactly like you did last night! My cock aches for you, baby. The sweet taste of your cum still lingers on my lips. I imagined your lips wrapped around my cock as I jacked off before I left. The way you swirled your tongue around the tip, then took me fully into your mouth!

  Moaning at the words in front of me, I clamp my legs together, my clit throbbing wanting exactly that.

  I want you wet, thinking of my cock buried in that sweet pussy of yours today at work. I know you’re dripping for me right now. If I didn’t have to work, I would be licking that sweet taste of yours from your pussy, then I would fuck you slow, driving you wild with want until you couldn’t take it anymore. But before that can happen again, we need to talk.

  Zane.

  “Fuck,” I groan out. Flicking the blanket completely off me, I trail my hand down to my pussy and touch myself. I flinch in pain as my fingers touch my entrance.

  Shit!

  I slept with Zane last night.

  Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

  Sliding my legs to the side of the bed, I stand up slightly, wincing with pain as I make my way toward my bathroom, and sure enough there’s a glass of water and Advi
l sitting on the counter waiting for me. Leaning against the sink, gripping the countertop, I cuss trying to remember exactly what happened last night.

  Nothing at all comes to mind. “Argh.”

  Swallowing the Advil with the water, I stomp over to the shower and turn it on and hop underneath. The heat from the water relieves the ache between my legs and body. Sighing, I rest my head against the tiled wall as the warm water cascades over my head. Reaching for the soap, I lather it up in my hands and begin washing myself. Ignoring the pain between my legs, gliding my hands over my body not thinking of Zane’s words in the letter he’d left me.

  I can’t allow what happened last night, even though I don’t remember it, to happen again. Zane is too much for me. I can’t allow someone else into my heart only to rip it apart, no matter if my body wants him. I barely got through the last loss of having my heart ripped from my chest and stomped on till there was nothing left.

  No! No more. I’m going to fight this with everything I have to not let him in. If I can get through the pain of losing my heart to someone, I can do it with him.

  My plan set, I turn the water off and grab a towel as I step out of the shower and quickly dry myself. I’m telling him it’s never happening again. What happened last night was a complete mistake, even though I can’t remember it.

  Moving quickly into my walk-in-closet, I grab a pair of cut-off jeans and my work shirt and pull them on. Grabbing my leather boots and shifting to the kitchen reaching for a banana to eat on the way over to the shop. Hopping on one foot as I pull on a boot with the banana in my mouth, I struggle toward the front door. Slamming it behind me, I make a dash to my pick-up, throwing my bag into the passenger side and sliding in behind the steering wheel. My phone chimes with an incoming call. Not looking at the screen, I turn the key and the engine comes to life. I’m sticking to my guns on this. I don’t need another heartache in my life. I’m not allowing him to do that to me.

  Reversing out of my driveway, I take off toward the shop. I need to have a chat with Dad. If I don’t want to see him, I need to know what hours he’ll be working, and then I might have a chance of avoiding him and working opposite days. If I don’t see Zane, I won’t fall under his radar.

  I turn the stereo up as loud as it can go and listen to the music as I turn left. Slowing my speed as the shop front comes into view, I breathe in deep, controlling all the emotions running around in my head as I pull up to the back of the shop and jump out with my bag in hand.

  Glancing around, I don’t notice Zane’s pick-up truck parked anywhere. Several bikes sit unmoving. Some I know, and others I don’t as I quickly walk toward the back door. Throwing my bag over my shoulder, I push the door open, stepping into the back room and crash into a hard body. My hands go out instantly, resting on a firm chest as I right myself.

  “Shit, I’m so sorry,” I mumble reaching down for my bag that has fallen from my shoulder. Picking it up quickly, I glance up. My eyes land on Tank grinning wickedly down at me as I lift the strap of my bag over my shoulder. Stepping back slightly away from him, my back pressed up against the door.

  “Damn, Hellcat. I swear each day I see you in these shorts you wear, they keep getting shorter,” he says stepping forward, and resting his arm above my head, boxing me in.

  My breath freezes in my lungs having him this close to me. His other hand lingers at my hip then his fingers skim along my exposed skin and stop near my zipper. I swallow the bile in my throat at his touch on me.

  “Don’t touch me,” I hiss out, fisting the strap to my bag.

  He leans down and runs his nose along my neck, making me feel sick. “You know you want me, baby,” he says against my ear.

  “Like fucking hell I do,” I growl out, standing my ground.

  “The word fuck coming from your mouth has my dick hard.” His hand slides lower and presses slightly above my clit.

  My body trembles with anger. I step forward getting right in his face and hiss, “If your dick ever comes close to me, I’ll bite the damn thing off, you asshole.”

  He slams his body into mine, pushing it harder into the metal door at my back. I whimper as pain shoots into the back of my head.

  “You like pain, sweetheart? I can give you plenty of pain while I fuck you raw. Make you bleed as I slam my cock inside your sweet pussy. You will beg me to stop, but I won’t. I’ll keep fucking you till you can’t take anymore, then I’ll move to that gorgeous ass of yours,” he says sliding his hand around and gripping a handful of my ass in his hand. “Has anyone ever taken you there?”

  Tears begin to well in the side of my eyes at his words. Closing my eyes I hold them back, re-open them and glare at him. “You will never have the chance to fuck me, Tank. Even if you were the last man on this earth. I would rather slit my own wrists than ever allowing you near me like that,” I grind out.

  His hand comes out of nowhere and wraps around my throat, constricting my airflow. “Sweetheart, I’d enjoy nothing more than to slide my cock into your pussy as you bled out. Watching the life leave your eyes as I continue to fuck you would make me the happiest man alive,” he hisses against my lips.

  “Lia,” my dad’s voice booms from behind Tank. He lets go of my neck, blocking my dad’s view and steps back, straightening the strap on my shoulder and turns to face him.

  “Problem?” Dad asks while he glares at Tank.

  Shaking my head. “He was helping me with the strap of my bag, Dad,” I say controlling the shake in my voice.

  His eyes don’t leave Tank as he walks over to me. “You have work to do,” he growls at him.

  As he continues to look at Tank I quickly fix up the top of my shirt pulling it further up my neck, hiding the mark I know is there.

  “On it!” Tank glances my way one more time, then turns and walks off toward the workshop.

  My shoulders sag in relief at his exit.

  There was something about him that scares the living shit out of me, and now I know. He is a sick son-of-a-bitch. A twisted, sick, psychopath. There’s no way I was ever going to be alone in a room again with him… ever.

  “You’re late,” my dad says beside me.

  “Sorry, I slept in,” I wasn’t going to tell him exactly why I was running late. I wouldn’t hear the end of a long ass lecture.

  “You sure everything’s all right, Amelia?” He shifts in front of me searching my face.

  Plastering a smile over my lips. “Yep. Haven’t been sleeping well. First night I slept all night in a long time.”

  “You’d tell me if something was bothering you, right?”

  I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him on the cheek. “Of course, I would Dad,” I say smiling.

  “Okay. Get to work then, these bikes won’t paint themselves.”

  Laughing, I let go of him and walk quickly toward the booth. Max comes into view as I round the corner and shake my head as I walk past him and into the booth closing the door behind me. Leaning against it, I lift my hand to my neck and rub at it where Tank’s hand was laced around my throat. I hiss as I lightly trace over the area. Pushing off from the door, I make my way over to the mirror hanging above the sink and peel down the top of my shirt and look at my neck closely. There’s a slight pink tinge where his hand had been. You can just make out the fingers of the hand mark around my neck.

  Kicking myself for not keeping my mouth shut or allowing that asshole that close to me, I push it all away not wanting to think about it and pull on my apron. Grabbing my spray gun and placing the right combination of paint in it, I get to work on the bike waiting for me to airbrush.

  Grinning at the finished product of Louise’s bike, I step back and take it all in. The flame work blends perfectly in with the mountains in the background. The eagle flying above them looks so realistic, with the white of the wings seeping into the blue sky behind it. The way the trees lean to the side with an imaginary wind pushing them that way draws me in wishing I was there in that field right now.

  “
You have some amazing talent there, Hellcat,” I freeze where I’m standing at the voice behind me. Closing my eyes, I count to ten before I open them again and turn around facing him. Zane’s leaning against the door, both his hands in the front pocket of his jeans, as his eyes bore into me. Pushing away from the door, he steps toward me and stops right in front of me, nothing but air between us.

  I move away from him and over to my bench and place my spray gun down, gripping the edge. Within seconds, I feel the heat of his body behind me, his breath on my neck while he leans into me. I can’t do this! I tell myself.

  His hands come into view and are placed beside mine as his body pressed into my back. My body shivers at the contact. I know I shouldn’t want him, but it’s so very hard to fight it.

  “I’ve been hard for you since I left you in your bed, naked, Amelia.” The way he says my name, sends a bolt of pleasure straight to my core. Clenching my thighs together, his hand leaves the bench and rests on my hip. His touch is light as it slowly begins to trace upwards and stops on the side of my breast. My breathing quickens while his thumb sneaks out and strokes over my nipple through my shirt. Gasping, my head falls back on his chest as he cups my breast, massaging it in the palm of his hand. “Are you wet for me, Amelia?” he whispers in my ear.

  Words can’t escape my lips. Nodding yes, his other hand slides over the top of my cut-off jeans and dips inside them. Pressing my ass against the front of his jeans I moan at the feel of his hard length behind them. His hips rock into my ass while his hand slides further down the front of my cut-offs.

  “You’re not wearing any panties, baby,” he groans finding me bare under them. His fingers find my throbbing clit and slowing begin to massage it with the tip of his finger. My hips begin to rock with his actions as a gasp leaves my lips.

  Clearing my throat. “We need to talk about last night, Zane,” I whisper, fighting the pleasure of his touch.

  He pinches my clit between his fingers. His lips linger at my neck and his hot breath comes in short gasps as he pushes me harder against the bench, locking his hand in my pants. I wiggle against him, unable to move from where we both are.