How many times over the last decade had I imagined fucking Rosa?
“Then I guess we’re both overdo, “I grated into her ear, not even trying to calm the lust that was surging through my blood.
“No, Raze, please. Not like this,” she begged. She tried to twist away.
I easily kept her where I wanted, not letting her tearful plea stop me from doing what I wanted.
“I had my reasons for what I did,” Rosa said softly, her tone conveying a resigned sadness I wanted to ignore.
“So do I,” I snarled. “It was a life sentence, Rosa. Your lies put me in prison for life, with no chance of parole. You’re just lucky three years is all I lost, and now you’re gonna pay.”
“Then just kill me now if that’s what you’re going to do!” she sobbed.
I laughed. “That’s still to be decided.” Fuck, I was hard. So damned hard it was a wonder my dick didn’t break through the zipper on my jeans. Why the hell didn’t I just take what I wanted? I had the right.
I stepped back. Rosa obviously took that to mean that I was releasing her, but when she started to turn around I roughly forced her back. “Don’t move,” I growled. “You don’t do anything unless I tell you.”
She whimpered. I put my hands on either side of her waist, grinning slightly at her sudden indrawn breath. It wasn’t a smile of humor, but satisfaction in her reaction to my control over her. Spreading my fingers, I caressed the curve of her full hips, down her thighs, and back up again. Her skin was warm, smooth like silk, telling me that she was strong enough to take a good pounding.
No thin, bony woman here.
I could hear her breathing pick up and I grinned more, the fucking sadist in me welcoming her sign of weakness. Breaking Rosa was going to be fucking enjoyable. My hands were at the indentation of her waist again, and I let them roam around over her belly. She quivered and sucked it in. I toyed with the piercing in her belly button before making a decision on what I was going to do next. Ignoring my throbbing dick and his demands for wanting to fuck her fast and hard, I smoothed my hands down to her cunt, tugging her thong away easily.
“Raze, no—”
Growling, I cut her protest off by crushing my body into hers. At the same time I began to explore the plumpness of her naked pussy lips. I closed my eyes with a groan when I ran a finger through her slit to discover it slick with wetness. Fucking hell, what I was doing was making her wet. That knowledge raised two fucking emotions in me, anger and the need to fuck, both of which began to spiral out of control. I couldn’t stop myself from finding her clit, which was swollen and rock hard. Her whimper of pleasure rumbled through me, causing me to dry hump her ass.
“You still want me to kill you, baby?” I followed up the growl with a sharp nip to her ear. Rosa trembled wildly against me, her breathing heavy. “Do you know how long I’ve wanted to sink my dick into your sweet little cunt? There were nights when all I could fucking think about was filling you up with cum and then watching it leak down your thighs.” I rammed a finger inside her roughly. It would have hurt if she hadn’t been so fucking wet. “In prison all I could think about was wringing your little, lying neck.”
That wasn’t all I had thought about doing to her while I was lying in that too-small cot, horny as hell. I’d lay there letting the anger and hate fester inside me until my thoughts always ended the same fucking way—me fucking Rosa until she was screaming my name. I wanted her as much as I hated her. “I’m going to hurt you, baby, in so many ways. One way or another you’re going to fucking know what it feels like to be betrayed by someone who—” I didn’t finish, realizing what I’d almost admitted.
Rosa didn’t speak, but her barely audible whimpers and the way she was thrusting against my fingers spoke volumes. I crammed another finger inside her, going deep. As I thrust in and out my thumb worked on her little clit. Fucking hell, I was going to come in my pants if I kept this up. I hadn’t fucked a woman yet since being set free. I didn’t know what I was fucking waiting for, except that none of the girls at the club had appealed to me. The woman I wanted was here, and totally at my mercy.
I yanked my fingers out of her sopping pussy and spun her around. Our gazes met and clung. Breathing heavy, I could smell her cunt. Taking in the musky scent of her arousal, my hands went to my belt.
“Get on your fucking knees and suck my dick.”
Tears ran down her cheeks. “Not like this, Raze. Please!” Her pleading turned me on with power. “Think of Johnny! You were friends!”
Which meant what, that I should take that into consideration before fucking her? Her reminding me of my best friend, her brother, fucking pissed me off. But that didn’t change anything. We’d grown up together, but that was a lifetime ago. Johnny had been dead for years, losing his life after joining the Marines.
“You think that’s going to stop me?” I grated. “Those fucking days are over, baby. I stayed away from you because it was the right thing to do. You don’t fuck with a friend’s little sister. But it didn’t stop me from wanting to fuck you. Every damned day. All damned day.”
She remained silent, her fucking eyes silently pleading with me not to degrade her. Tears had turned her pretty eyes into big, liquid pools of chocolate that threatened to suck me in and drown me if I let them. My dick was aching for her mouth, I was aching to punish her in any way that would ruin her, but those damned beautiful eyes of hers were a force I couldn’t win against. I pushed her away forcefully, rage at letting her win this round overwhelming me.
Before I did something I would regret, I left the room.
Chapter 5
Rosa
I crumbled to the floor after Raze slammed and locked the door, and let the tears flow at will. The fact that he had walked away this time did not fool me into believing that he would have the same response next time. It was just a matter of time before he would force me to bend to his will, a matter of time before I let him use me in the most degrading way. The problem was, it wouldn’t be degrading to me because I’d always wanted him in the most raw and basic way.
Ever since my sixteenth birthday.
Thirteen years earlier…
It was my sixteenth birthday, a day like any other. Sure, my mom had made me a cake and given me a gift, but I didn’t feel any different. We’d just moved to the area so I hadn’t made any friends yet. It was hard to do in high school, since most of the kids were already in their own little cliques. It being the month before school let out for the summer didn’t help. It was different for Johnny, my brother, though. He was five years older than me, and had decided to stay in our hometown, the next town over. No changes for him.
I hadn’t expected to see him on my birthday, so when the front door opened and he walked in, I rushed to him with a huge grin. We’d always been close.
“Happy birthday, sis.” I’d stopped him just inside the door with a hug. At first I hadn’t seen that he wasn’t alone until we parted and he handed me a small present.
As I took it Raze made his presence known by stepping out from behind Johnny. For as long as I could remember they had been best friends. We’d grown up in the same neighborhood, just a couple of houses away from each other. Raze was a year older than Johnny, but I’d always had the sense that he was years older in experience and mind. I knew he didn’t have it as easy at home as we did, which was probably why he hung out at our house all the time.
I didn’t realize how much I’d missed him during the last month until I saw him now. Our eyes met briefly before I focused on the small box Johnny had handed me. Inside was a beautiful gold cross with a tiny diamond in the center. I squealed, giving him another hug. “I love it!”
“I’m glad, sis.” He moved around me. “Mom home?” He didn’t wait for me to respond, disappearing into the kitchen. Knowing my brother, he was going to hit the refrigerator to see what there was to eat. His disappearance left me and Raze alone.
Raze’s grin looked pure evil. “I have something for you, too,” he
said, moving in closer. It didn’t occur to me to back away.
I’d known Raze since the age of six and he’d never hurt me. He’d simply tolerated me as his best friend’s little sister. I looked at his hands, but they were empty. Had I misunderstood what he’d said? My gaze returned to his, questioningly. He simply grinned wider, hooked his hand around the back of my neck, and pulled me in for a kiss.
I opened my mouth beneath his in shock, which he soon filled with his warm, wet tongue. Bigger shock! But oh, so good. My heart skipped a beat, something quivered in my lower belly, and an even bigger something fluttered deep in my core. Even with my limited experience I recognized the feeling for what it was. I moaned as pleasure rushed through me, helpless to do anything but let the moment consume my virginal senses. Before that day Raze had never led me to believe that he even looked at me as a girl, and I was secretly thrilled that he was kissing me. My girlish fantasies didn’t come close to the real thing.
Raze pulled away from me, and it was all I could do not to yank him back to continue what he had started doing because I wanted more. “Your first kiss.”
“Huh?” I stared at him blankly, blinking in a daze, confused, lust-filled haze.
“That’s my present to you,” he explained. “Your first kiss.” He winked down at me.
He was teasing me. I quickly regained my senses, seeing the cocky, self-assured man Raze had become. I’d crushed on him for years, knowing it would never go anywhere. His kiss had forced me to recognize that it wasn’t just a childhood crush that I would eventually outgrow, it went deeper than that. It had been my first real kiss, and I wondered if I’d saved myself for him on purpose. Would he be my first for other things?
His cocky grin kind of pissed me off, though. It was as if he knew how I felt about him and he was rubbing it in my face. “What makes you think I haven’t been kissed before?” I could hear Johnny banging things around in the kitchen.
The smile never left his handsome face. “Have you?”
“Yes.” He didn’t need to know that I’d only been ten at the time, and it had happened purely by accident at a birthday party for Dusty Simmons. My admission did, however, wipe the self-confident smirk right off his face.
I didn’t know what he was thinking, but as Raze stared at me I began to fidget. He didn’t look happy. He cocked his head a little, looked me over, and frowned some more. “You starting to get curious, little girl?”
I knew he was talking about sex. I wasn’t that naive. “Maybe I am,” I said light heartedly. “I’m a woman−”
He snorted. “You have a long way to go, Rosa. Stay away from the boys, or you could get hurt.”
“Or kissed.” I threw back at him, crossing my arms.
“Kissing leads to other things.”
“It didn’t with us.”
“You’re jail bait,” he said without hesitation. “When you turn eighteen, watch out.” He walked away.
What did he mean by that? I watched him disappear into the kitchen. Then the low murmur of voices told me that he and Johnny were talking, and I went up to my room. I had two years until I was eighteen, and then maybe I’d find out.
Only I hadn’t.
Something had changed after that day. I saw less of Raze, and when he did come around with Johnny on one of his rare visits he was distant, almost going out of his way to ignore me. He seemed to always be angry and brooding about something that he refused to talk about. He avoided me in general, but occasionally he and Johnny would be doing something and I’d glance over to see Raze’s eyes on me, just staring intently. As time went by he stopped coming over with Johnny, and Johnny would shrug and say that Raze was busy.
Raze’s dysfunctional home situation had finally driven him to move out, and he and Johnny had joined the service. Letters from Johnny had included snippets of stories about Raze that I would drink up like a thirsty camel. I’d even written to him once, but he’d never responded. After that I just wrote my brother, always asking about Raze. I wondered if he ever asked about me.
Then Johnny had lost his life, an unexpected event that had affected my mom and me in different yet equal ways of devastation. We’d both gone through a period, so overcome in grief, of blaming Raze for Johnny’s death, because if it hadn’t been for him Johnny would have never joined the Marines. In time we came to realize the unfairness of that judgement, at least I had, I think my mom would always hold him a little bit to blame. We knew that Raze had to be grieving, too. He and Johnny had been like brothers.
Eventually Raze got out of the service, returned, and got involved with a motorcycle club. When he first got out of the service I thought he’d visit, at least because of Johnny, but he never called, never came over. It was as if Johnny’s death had erased the childhood we’d shared, and all the memories with it. Then one day during a charity bike rally at the fairgrounds I saw him.
I remember how happy I’d been, thinking that we would finally reconnect. He’d changed a lot from the twenty-four-year-old I’d last seen. The boy had become a man. He was bulked up with heavy muscle, his sandy blonde hair cut military-style, and he looked dangerous and deadly. The black leather and chunky boots completed his edgy biker persona. The man oozed sex, and I was old enough then to know that I wanted some. Our gazes clashed only once, lingered far too long, before his expression tightened and he grabbed a woman next to him and walked off.
I’d gotten the message loud and clear. It was obvious the woman he was with was more than just a friend. The way she clung to Raze, and the way his hand grabbed her butt and made her squeal told me that they were probably lovers. When they paused to kiss passionately it felt as if someone was twisting a knife in my heart. I’d turned away when the sight had become too much, accepting with a sadness that I couldn’t explain, that it was time for me to move on.
I figured I’d must have imagined that thing without a name that lingered between us, the feelings and long looks, the kiss that had begun my journey to becoming a woman. I’d never forgotten that kiss, or the emotions it evoked, young desire fluttering in my belly. To him it must have just been a joke, kissing a young, innocent teenage girl, thinking he was her first, giving her a first taste of what was to come. Yeah, I’d been too inexperienced to know his kiss had meant nothing to him. It was the only conclusion I could come to since he’d never kissed me again or tried to get closer to me.
Coming to the realization that Raze was no longer part of my life, and didn’t want to be, I’d become involved with Evil, a member of the Winged Demons. But I’d never stopped wondering what it would have been like with Raze. I’d never stopped loving him.
Raze wasn’t Evil.
Until he was.
I forced myself back to the present and my current situation. The guilt I felt over sending Raze to prison was so deep that I would willingly accept his punishment if it dimmed his hatred of me. If he gave me the chance to explain maybe he would at least understand that I’d had no choice at the time. Evil’s threat against my dying mother had been very real, and I’d known that he was monster enough to see it through if I hadn’t done exactly what he’d wanted.
I’d had to choose my mom over Raze.
Life wasn’t always fair.
Wiping my cheeks, I forced myself to my feet, glancing around the room once again. Was this going to be my prison? I walked over to the single cot and reached for the folded sheet. It didn’t take long to make up my bed. As I started to lie down I decided to remove my ruined dress so that I could at least sleep with a little comfort. Under the circumstances it felt strange crawling between the covers completely naked, but I was too tired to care.
The window was above my bed, allowing me the view of a star-studded sky. Beautiful. But it was the multitude of thoughts running through my head I eventually drifted off to.
Chapter 6
Raze
Fucking hell, my head was going to explode. I was lucky I hadn’t killed myself with alcohol poisoning. After leaving Rosa the night befor
e I’d hit the bottle hard, angry with myself for letting her get to me. She’d known exactly what buttons to push to make me question what I was doing, a feeling I wasn’t fucking familiar with. I didn’t re-think my decisions, didn’t deviate from them. The little witch had caught me unaware, and I didn’t fucking like it.
So I drank, cursing and stomping through the house like a five-year-old throwing a fucking temper tantrum, when what I really wanted was to be in there fucking Rosa into tomorrow. Jesus Christ, if Reaper or any of my brothers had witnessed what had happened they would have said that I was pussy whipped, and that couldn’t be farther from the truth. I didn’t love Rosa, I didn’t want her in my life other than to hurt her. Sure, I wanted her pussy, I had since the day I’d planted my lips on her sweet, young mouth and tasted all that innocence, suddenly seeing her in a different light. My reaction to that kiss had fucking sent me running. I’d reminded myself that she was jail bait, and had made it my mission to stay as far away from her as I could.
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