by Madison Faye
“Marry me, angel.”
“Yes!” she screamed, mashing her lips to mine and kissing me fiercely as her body bounced up and down my cock. “Yes yes YES!”
I drove deep inside of her, making her scream again as her clit ground into the base of me.
“But first,” I growled, my hands holding her ass so tight as I ground my cock as deep as I could inside of her.
“First you have to be a good girl and come for me. Come for me, angel.”
Her entire body shuddered as the orgasm thundered through her, and I swallowed her final scream of pleasure as her pussy clamped down tight around me. She moaned into my kiss, rocking her hips hard against me as the climax exploded through her.
And it was all I could take.
I growled, driving balls-deep into her sweet little cunt and exploding deep inside of her. I roared, feeling the cum pulsing from my balls, out through my thick, throbbing cock, and splashing against her womb. The both of us crashed together, bodies writhing against each other as spurt after thick, hot spurt of my cum filled her to the brim.
Marking her.
Claiming her.
Capturing her.
“Yours,” she whispered, kissing me softly as we sank into the steamy water and looked out over the moon-lit mountains.
“Still thinking about running away from me?” I grinned, kissing her slowly.
Chloe bit her lip, her cheeks flushed as she winked at me.
“Only if you chase me.”
“Always, angel.”
Epilogue
Chloe
If you didn’t already guess it somehow, yes, of course I stayed. And really, it was the easiest decision I’d ever made.
There wasn’t anything for me in the life I’d known before him and before Blackthorn Mountain. What, a job I barely liked, in a city I barely knew, with friends that were barely more than acquaintances? No, the life I found up there on Blackthorn with my mountain man was the life I’d always been looking for, even if I never knew it.
We wondered for a long time how it was that Boris had found us — part curiosity and part Vlad wanting to make sure he could actually trust the people he’d been trusting for the last few years with his anonymity. But, after some digging, it turns out Boris was just that driven to find him. No one had turned, or squealed, or been bought, Boris had just bought an investigate team that took two years to track Vlad down through his convoluted paper trail of fake names and corporations.
Vlad was right — with Boris gone, the danger went away. We did actually eventually hear from his old bratva. Another lieutenant had been promoted to boss by the larger organization, and he personally reached out to Vlad. As it turned out, the higher-ups in the Russian mob had been looking for a way to remove Boris for some time now, and really, Vlad had ended up doing them a favor. His decision to leave the organization, however rare and however usually denied, was approved.
It was over.
The man I’d fallen in love with still loved his privacy and the isolation of the big lodge up on Coffer’s Peak, and so did I. But with the danger of being discovered gone, we at least had a bit more freedom for things — things like a phone, an internet connection, and even some rare trips into civilization.
…Hey, I couldn’t keep borrowing Katrina’s clothes forever, even if she did have great taste.
While they’d never been much more than cordial neighbors before, Vlad and Braun grew closer after that day with the Russians. Which is great, because it wasn’t long before Katrina and I were the best of friends. It’d come later, after their wedding, and after ours, and after Austin and Dallas found their own happy ending — a story for another time — but Katrina did end up opening that school she’d been talking about. And I was right there to help her do it.
She’d been right — there were plenty of rural families living out in the country near Blackthorn who needed a good, local school for their kids, and ours was just the place.
And so that was my new life — up on top of the mountain with the man I loved. The wedding came later, after Katrina and Braun’s. And the children came later too. After all, we did have a lot of house to fill. But in the meantime, we had each other. Remember that whole thing before where I didn’t have any clothes?
…Well, even when I got some, we ended up spending most of our time without them.
Vlad made sure to tell me how much he loved me every single day, and I never let him forget how much I loved him. I hadn’t come looking for this life, but damn was I glad I’d fallen into it. I had the most amazing, loving, incredible husband a girl could ask for, he had me, and we both had peace.
Love, happiness, peace, and a sex life so amazing it was a good thing our nearest neighbors were miles away.
…There’s a real great chance they still heard us though.
The End.
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Hard Core
Hard Core
She’s sweet, pure, and untouched, and she’s about t
o lose her innocence on camera. To me.
Trust me, I’m no porn star, even if I do have the equipment of one. But when the Moretti crime family comes calling to collect on a debt I owe, they want it in trade.
You see, there’s big money in dirty movies, and the more real, the better. Me? I’m already filthy, damaged goods from my time in Afghanistan.
But then I meet Rose, my “co-star”, and my whole world shatters.
She owes the Moretti’s too, but she’s too good for all of this. Too sweet, too beautiful - too innocent for this shit. And I’ll be damned if I let them steal that away from her.
It’s wrong that she’s here, but it’s also wrong that she wants me to “teach her” things. It’s worse that I want to.
But one taste of her lips, and I’m hooked. One touch of her soft skin, and I know Rose is going to be mine. Not the camera’s. Mine.
The virgin with the debt, the ex-marine with the dick, and a porno for the mob.
Welcome to Vegas, baby.
*Please note that while a connected storyline, each of the Dirty Bad Things books are completely standalone stories centered around one couple, with no cliffhangers or spoilers.
Dirty, filthy, and oh-so-sweet, with an utterly obsessed alpha hero, explosive insta-love, and enough kindle-melting steam to make you sweat. Get ready to get wrong in the right kind of way. HEA with NO CHEATING!
Copyright © 2017 Madison Faye
All rights reserved.
Cover: White Rabbit Creative
No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission from the author, except in the case of brief quotations used for review purposes.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are solely the product of the author’s imagination and/or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, organizations, actual events or locales is entirely coincidental. The author acknowledges the trademark status of products referred to in this book and acknowledges that trademarks have been used without permission.
This book is intended for mature, adult audiences only. It contains extremely sexually explicit and graphic scenes and language which may be considered offensive by some readers. This book is strictly intended for those over the age of 18.
All sexually active characters in this work are 18 years of age or older. All acts of a sexual nature are completely consensual.
Prologue
Dylan
Her moan fills my mouth, and when I swallow it down, my whole body comes alive. Blood roars through my veins — thundering in my ears and making my cock throb hard as stone against her small body. She trembles when she feels it, and I can damn well feel the shiver of heat that ripples through her body.
There's a beast inside of me, and a war that wages with it. One part of me — the animal part — wants to tear away the flimsy lingerie she wears and feast on her body. I want to devour her innocence, and make her scream in ways no man ever has. I want to bury my cock so far inside of her that I imprint the feel of me on her soul — so deep that she never forgets this. I want to feel that tight, untouched little cunt grip my cock so tight as I claim her all for myself.
Rose. My Rose.
I've tasted her. I've made her come, something no man besides me has ever done. I've felt that sweet little mouth wrapped so tight around my cock as she begs me for my cum.
But never this — never what's about to happen.
My hands move over her skin, and I circle my arms around her, pulling her into and against me. She melts her small body against my much bigger frame, the heat of her skin searing into my bare chest, and her chestnut hair teasing against my chin. She tilts her head up, and her soft, pouty pink lips tremble as those big blue eyes meet mine. I lean down, sear my lips to hers, and I fucking drown in that kiss.
This shouldn't be a war at all. There shouldn't be a second’s hesitation before I pull her red lacy panties to the sides, ease my dick against her slippery, pink pussy, and bury every inch inside. There's shouldn't be a single reason for me not to spread those legs as wide as they'll go, taste the honeyed cries from her lips, and plunge myself right through her innocence until I fill her womb with every fucking drop of my cum.
But, there is a reason. And there is a hesitation. It's not her youth, or her innocence, or that a broken man like me has no business being anywhere near a sweet angel like this. No, I've made peace with those things. And it's not that I don't want to be the one to take the one thing from her she can never give twice, because no sane, red-blooded man would or could say no to this, or to her.
"Take her bra off."
The voice shatters the little world we've curled ourselves into. The rage sears through me like a blinding fire, and I growl as I turn towards the speaker, and the lights, and the rest of them standing there.
Oh, and the camera.
…Yeah, this is my hesitation. This is the reason I'm somehow holding back from claiming her with everything I have.
"Well? What's the fucking hold-up?" Nico Moretti smiles that fucking rat-like grin of his, and it takes everything I have not to stride right over and knock his fucking teeth in. I feel Rose tremble against me, her smooth skin prickling to goosebumps against me, and the rage inside of me flares hotter.
He shouldn't be here. None of them should be here. And that fucking camera sure as shit shouldn't be here. In a perfect world, this should be just her and me, alone. In a perfect word, I go slow, and take my time, and make this something incredible for her. In a perfect world, pulling the rest of her clothes away and baring that sweet, innocent body would be for my eyes and my eyes only.
Not theirs. Not Nico's. Not for the fucking camera, so he can sell it to the kind of people who'll pay money for something like this. But, this sure as fuck ain't a perfect world, and the fact remains that they are here. Nico is here. And the camera is recording this.
She doesn't deserve this. I'd say I don't either, but I know that's debatable. But whatever hell and whatever damnation I've brought on myself in this life, she doesn't deserve to be a part of it. She's too sweet, and too pure. She's too good for a man like me, and she's certainly too good to have her innocence stripped away from her on camera like this.
"I'm gonna ask you one more time, fuck-o," Nico spits, taking a long drag of his cigarette. "And don't try and tell me you can't rise to the occasion, because I can see that fuckin' horse cock from over here."
There are snickers from the shadowy faces behind the camera, and Rose pulls tighter into me. My arms flex and tighten, my large frame curling around hers to shield her from these fucking jackals, and from the prying, poisonous lens of the camera.
"There's no problem," I hiss over my shoulder at them, my eyes flashing as I glare daggers right through Nico's face. "Just back the fuck off."
Nico doesn't blink as he takes another slow drag from the cig, the smoke curling in the hot spotlight glare of the lights.
"Take her fucking panties off, spread those pretty legs, smile for the fucking camera, and stick your big dick in her." He jabs the air between us with his cigarette. "You're gonna fuck her, right here, and right now. And if you don't, I'm gonna have to show you how it's done myself."
I snap.
I'm barely aware of the roar bellowing from my throat, and I'm about to charge right over and smash Nico's head through a wall, when suddenly, her soft hand stops me.
“Dylan.”
I stop, my pulse thundering in my veins and the fire roaring behind my eyes. Her touch soothes me. Her touch sends something through me that stops me and calms the beast inside. I narrow my eyes at the grinning, smug-looking mob captain before I turn back, pulling her into me again.
"I need you to fuck me."
Her voice is so soft and so pure, and there's something so wrong about that word leaving those lips. So wrong that it makes my cock throb, God help me.
"Angel—"
"Please," she begs quietly, her brow worryin
g. Her hand slips between us, and I groan as I feel her finger curl around my cock.
I know what she's doing. I know there's no way in hell this is how she imagined her first time would be, but we both know what's at stake here. Even if every single part of me hates that this is how this will happen for her, I know the alternative is worse. They'll hurt the ones she loves. And fuck, they'd film this anyways, except it wouldn't be with me. The thought makes my blood turn to fire in my veins, but as her small hands stroke my thick length through my boxer briefs, and as her tongue darts out to wet those soft pink lips, that fire turns to lust.
"Please fuck me." She says it so sweetly, and with so much innocence that my goddamn cock throbs in her little hand.
"Fuck me, Dylan,” she whispers in a husky, thick voice. She drags her teeth over her pouty bottom lip. "I want it to be you," she says softly.
"Jesus Christ, are we good here or what?"
I close my eyes and take a deep breath, drowning out Nico's voice as Rose melts into me. Her lips brush mine, her hand strokes my thick cock, her tight, soft body presses to mine, and the last of my resolve shatters.
I swallow, I open my eyes, and I look right into hers as I slowly nod.
"Good." Nico claps his hands. "Now, let's make a porno, shall we?"
1
Dylan
"You know, you really shouldna come back here, dumbass."
I grunt as the fist sinks into my gut.
Yeah, he's probably right, but it's not exactly like I had much of a choice. Joey's fist slams into me again, and I groan, straining against the two knuckle-draggers holding me back.
