by B. B. Hamel
I stood in front of her as she knelt on all fours on the bed. She took my cock between her lips slowly, sucking my tip, working my cock between her lips. I watched her body, her fucking incredible body, as she slowly sucked my length, working my thick cock.
I loved the feeling of her tongue against my hard dick as she slid me deep into her throat. She knew how to work me, what I liked. She sucked me like a starving woman, working that cock. I pressed her head down farther, pushing my cock into her throat, grunting as desire filled my body.
I pulled her back and lifted her up onto her knees and then kissed her hard. My fingers roamed down between her legs and found her swollen, soaked clit as I began to work her again, working in slow circles. She moaned into my mouth again as I pressed my fingers deep inside her tight little pussy, fucking her like that.
She began to work my cock with her hands as I fucked her pussy with my fingers. She used her spit to slide along my length, working me, making me grunt with pleasure. I fucking loved the way she felt working that cock, and the way she moaned only made my cock rock fucking hard.
I pushed her back and then grabbed a condom from the side table. She looked up at me, her eyes filled with lust. I got onto the bed on top of her and kissed her, our bodies pressed together. I wanted to take all night, wanted to work her pussy until she was inches away, but we didn’t have time. I needed to fuck her, needed to fill her pussy up, but we couldn’t wait.
“Fuck me,” she gasped finally. “Brooks, please. Fuck me.”
I grinned at her and then ripped open the wrapper, kneeling in front of her. I rolled the condom down my length and then grabbed her legs, pulling her closer.
“I was thinking about this when you knocked,” I said. “I’m always thinking about this fucking pussy, Emma. You don’t know how hard you make me.”
I pressed my cock against her pussy and slowly pushed myself deep inside her.
She gasped, grabbing the sheets. “Oh my god,” she moaned. “That never gets old.”
I smirked and began to slowly slide in and out of her. It was soaking and slick as I pushed deeper and deeper. I leaned down and kissed her, working my hips, rolling my cock in and out of her.
“I’d risk everything for this,” I said to her. “I’d risk my life for you. Ask and I’ll do what you want, forever.”
“Right now I want you to make me come,” she moaned. “I want you to fuck me.”
“I can do that,” I whispered. “I can make this pussy come nice and hard, you dirty fucking girl.”
I pressed myself deeper inside her and she gasped. I grabbed her hips and began to fuck her deeper, harder, our bodies pressed together, sweat beginning to bead along my skin.
She was moaning wildly, her eyes half closed as I fucked her deep and hard. We weren’t wasting a single second. We were just fucking like animals, both of us needing it instantly. There was no slow buildup, nothing tender about us.
I fucked that cunt rough and hard, pressing deeper and deeper inside her. She worked her hips against me as I pushed deep inside her, thrusting in and out. Her pussy was like a vice around my cock, working my length. It made me fucking crazy as I fucked her harder, deeper.
“This fucking pussy is mine now,” I whispered.
“All of me is yours,” she moaned. “Every inch of me.”
I leaned back and grabbed her hips, fucking her harder. I began to work her clit with my thumb as I fucked her, deep and rough. I was an animal lost in her body, and the only thing I could see was Emma.
That was all there was for me anymore, just Emma.
I could see her whole body starting to tense. Her moans were louder, reckless, as she said my name again and again.
“Come for me,” I commanded. “Emma, come for me. Come on this big cock.”
“Yes,” she moaned. “Yes, yes, Brooks. Fuck me.”
I worked her and she rocked her hips, losing herself, working my cock deep inside that pussy. She slowly came hard on my cock, her whole body tensing and shaking.I grabbed her hips and held hard as I kept fucking her, watching her come. Her whole body tensed, and her moans were wild and loud, as she was out of her mind with sex and orgasm.
Watching that face pushed me over the edge. I fucked her rougher, savagely and deep, and came deep inside her pussy.
I grunted with pleasure as I came, a burst of pure bliss filling my mind. I filled that pussy up as I came, rocking my hips, fucking her rough and deep.
Slowly, both of our orgasms ended and we drifted back into the real world.
I collapsed down next to her, panting. She giggled and touched my hair. “That was intense,” she said.
“Yeah,” I agreed, “it fucking was.” I sighed, sitting up. “We need to leave, though.”
She pouted. “Are you sure? We can’t just stay here, risk our lives a little bit more?”
I laughed and kissed her gently on the lips. “Unfortunately, as much as I want to stay right here with you, we need to get moving. Did Louisa say where we need to be?”
She sighed and started to get dressed. “I know where to go. Don’t worry.”
I nodded and tossed the condom in the trash before putting my clothes back on. I watched her out of the corner of my eye, barely able to conceal a smile.
Not too long ago, I was packing to leave this city alone. I was ready to start a new life and to leave my old one behind.
Now, I was doing that same thing, but this time I was leaving to start a new life with Emma. I was giving it all up, but I was giving it all up for her. Really, I’d always been giving it up for her, even if she didn’t know it.
She was the reason for all of this. She was the reason I was leaving the mob and was ready to start a new life, a better life.
When we finished dressing, we walked out into the living room. I grabbed my pack and threw it over my shoulder. She smiled at me.
“Are you ready for this?”
I nodded and pulled her against me. “Better question is, are you?”
“I think so.”
“Sure you can handle this?” I asked. “Are you sure you can handle me?”
She smiled. “I think so.”
“Good.” I kissed her once. “Let’s get the fuck out of here.”
I walked to the door, threw it open, and we left the apartment together. We walked down the stairs, went out the front door, and went out into the city together.
I didn’t look back.
There was nothing left back there.
I felt Emma take my hand, and I laced my fingers through hers. That was all I needed.
Epilogue: Emma
One Year Later
I stood at the window looking out over the city. I could see all the way across our neighborhood and into downtown Chicago. I watched the cars bustling down the road, the people moving between the buildings, and the life and the beauty.
My mind wandered over the past week. We’d been busy as hell trying to get a bunch of new girls off heroin, which was never fun. I also had classes to deal with, which meant I was basically pulling double duty all day and night. Nursing classes weren’t easy, especially when you were basically already a practicing nurse all day long. At least I’d gotten better at speaking Russian, so I could communicate with a lot of these girls.
The Spiders were real, and they were doing good work. I saw much less of Louisa Barone, but I’d formed a real friendship with Kasia over the last year. The Spiders were putting me through nursing school in order to make me better at my job, which was essentially to try to help the girls acclimate to a world without sex slavery.
It was a hard job. These girls were beaten, broken, and hooked on drugs. They’d never experienced real kindness at all in their lives, and it took them a while to finally accept that we were trying to help. But I was patient and I was kind, and eventually they all figured it out.
We were the good guys. We were giving power to the powerless.
I heard the key turn in the lock and the door push open. I glanced
at my watch and saw that it was past midnight as Brooks came into the room.
“Honey, I’m home,” he said.
I turned, smiling at him. “How was work?” I asked.
“The target is very, very dead,” he answered, coming over to me. “How are you?”
He pulled me against him and kissed me deeply. It felt like it did the very first time he’d touched me, all fireworks and electric tingles along my spine.
“Today was good,” I said, “though I felt sick as hell this morning.”
He frowned and put his hand against my stomach. “Poor girl.”
I smiled and kissed him. “It’s worth it.”
And it was. I couldn’t believe I was carrying his child, but I couldn’t imagine anything better. We lived in a large penthouse at the top of a building the Spiders owned, and it was going to be the perfect place to raise a child. There were good, private schools nearby, and Louisa promised to take care of everything financially. We had to just keep concentrating on our jobs.
Brooks worked for the Spiders. He was a killer and always would be, but now he used his skills for good. He’d been skeptical of the Spiders from the start, but he’d slowly begun to see the truth of what they were doing.
He still sometimes said that he felt like Louisa was playing some bigger game, but if she was, I never saw it. The only thing I saw was her saving women from sex slavery and giving them a life again.
“Listen,” Brooks said. “I made a little stop earlier today.”
“Oh yeah? Between all your killings?”
He laughed. “Only killed one guy today. The others were more cooperative.”
“That’s nice, honey.”
He grinned at me. “Cut it out. I want to ask you something.”
“Yes, dear?”
He rolled his eyes. “Look.” I watched as he took a little box from his pocket, and my heart started to race. “We keep saying we’re going to do this one day, but I’m sick of putting it off. Marry me, Emma.”
“Of course,” I whispered.
He opened the box and showed me a beautiful, enormous diamond ring.
“Brooks!” I gasped. “How could you afford this?”
“Don’t worry about it.” He took it out of the box and slipped it on my finger, a perfect fit. “You like it?”
“I love it.” I kissed him hard, my heart hammering.
I couldn’t believe this had happened to me. Only a year ago, I was living a horrible life, afraid every day of my father. Now I was engaged to the love of my life, the strongest and most honorable man I’d ever met. I did work I really believed in, important work. I helped save lives.
Not to mention the child I had growing inside me.
And I lived in a gorgeous penthouse. Nothing could have worked out better.
There were still problems, of course. The mafia was getting more aggressive in trying to fight us, and their war with the Russians was slowing down. The Russians were also starting to come after us, and so more and more of our people were getting caught.
But the risks were all worth it. Brooks wrapped me in his arms and held me tight, and I felt safe. I knew I was safe. Brooks would keep us alive, keep us safe. We had a family on the way.
“We’ll do this right,” he said. “Big wedding. Invite everyone in the city.”
I laughed. “How about we just go down to the courthouse and make it real?”
“That can work too.” He grinned and kissed me.
That was all I needed, just Brooks and a judge and a pen to sign the papers with. Brooks was my truth, my honor, my purpose. This family and this life, it was all I could ever need, more than I could ever ask for.
My beautiful apartment, my beautiful husband. I didn’t know how I’d gotten here, but I couldn’t imagine being anywhere else. I trusted him with everything I had, and he trusted me.
Trust and love. That was going to be enough, more than enough, just perfectly enough.
Prologue
The lights flashed as he put his hand on the small of my back.
Tingles ran up my spine.
“Smile real pretty,” he whispered in my ear. “I need to show you off.”
I glanced at him and felt that familiar thrill run through me, a mixture of fear and lust.
“Go ahead,” he said. “Show them that pretty ass of yours.”
He twirled me around in front of the cameras. My short dress barely concealed my ass, and the reporters all laughed.
He was handsome, charming, and the darling of paparazzi and serious journalists alike.
And he was also deadly as hell.
Later, back in the hotel room we were forced to share, he stripped off his shirt and poured himself a drink. “You did good today,” he said. “Wife.”
I stared at his muscular body, at the scars from a hundred battles dotting his chest and stomach, at the tattoos that snaked up along his skin. His crooked grin drove me crazy, and I knew exactly what he was thinking.
“Your turn,” he said. “Take that dress off.”
I had to resist him.
He was an asshole, crude, rude, violent, and dangerous.
And I was only in it for the money.
“Don’t be shy. We have this big bed. I might as well work that sweet pussy of yours for a few hours while we’re here.”
I had to resist him.
Even if it was getting harder every day we were together.
In front of the cameras. At lavish dinners, expensive parties.
“That fucking body of yours drives me insane,” he said, crossing the room toward me. “I’ll have you begging my name by the end of this night.”
I shook my head. I was only in it for the money. I had to keep telling myself that. It was just business between us, a way for him to fix his image and a way for me to help my family.
“You know you want this cock deep between those pretty legs,” he whispered.
Rude. Crude. And absolutely correct.
I was totally screwed.
1
Selena
I didn’t know anything about the military.
As far as I was concerned, military guys existed only in the movies and on TV. I mean, I understood that our troops were living and dying every day for our freedom, but I didn’t really know any of them. They were just abstract people in my mind.
Until I got the assignment that changed everything.
I stood in line nervously. The campus bookstore was an absolute madhouse. I’d been in there hundreds of times, but I’d never seen it so full before. The place was pretty big with a second floor balcony that wrapped around the main first floor, and there were people on almost every square inch. That was how famous he'd become over the last few month.
I chewed my lip nervously. It seemed like the majority of people waiting to get their copy of Death From Below: The Story of An American Hero were women, and young women. There were a few macho-looking guys in camouflage shorts who were sporting beer bellies, but they were the outliers.
No, it was pretty obvious by now who the main target audience was.
It wasn’t like I didn’t get it. I had eyes, after all. He was tall, muscular, and handsome as hell. Women practically threw themselves at him, and for pretty good reason.
But he was just so arrogant. In every interview I’d seen him do, he had this cocky smile, this swagger about him. Sure, the book was amazing, and if it was even half true, then the man was incredible, but still. He acted like he was the best thing in the entire world, and it drove me insane.
I stood around impatiently, my copy of Death From Below dangling loosely in my hand, my notebook in my other. If I hadn’t been assigned to try to get an interview with him, or at least to get a quote from him, by my paper, well, I’d be anywhere but that line.
“Isn’t he so cute?” the girl standing in front of me whispered. She was wearing Ugg boots, black tights, a short skirt, and a top that was way too revealing for a bookstore.
“Cute?” her frie
nd answered. “He’s a freaking hunk. I’d let him do anything to me.”
“Lisa! You’re so bad.”
“What? Wouldn’t you? I bet he could make me feel things I’ve never dreamed about.”
“Oh my god!”
I frowned, looking away, trying to tune them out. I wanted to pretend like they were an anomaly, but the truth was, most of the women in that line were thinking the same thing.
Slowly I got closer and closer to him, and I found myself suddenly nervous. I was only a few spots away, and I could see him clearly from where I was standing. Sure, he was surrounded by a bunch of people, probably bodyguards and publicists, but they seemed to fade into the background around him.
Nash Bell, Navy SEAL, American hero, and probably the hottest thing around at the moment. His mega bestselling book about his time in the military was being optioned for a movie, and everyone wanted a piece of him
Including, apparently, every woman within a twenty-block radius.
I watched him talk to his fans, smiling at them, cracking jokes. He seemed somehow both bored and totally engaged with every person that came near him. It was almost magnetic the way he spoke and looked at everyone, even if he was just asking their name and writing in their book.
I inched my way forward, more and more nervous with each step. I didn’t understand why, since I had no real interest in this man. He was just an assignment, just one more topic I needed to write about. But for some reason, he was intimidating. I’d gotten my books signed by other famous people, even spoken to a few for interviews, but I had never felt so strange before meeting someone.
And then it was my turn. Nash Bell looked up at me and smiled. My stomach twisted itself into knots.
“Don’t be shy, girl,” he said, grinning. “Come over here.”
I walked over, frowning at him. “Uh, hi. My name is Selena Wood. I’m a journalist for the Penn Daily, the student newspaper here at the University of Pennsylvania.”
