The NSC Boxset: Heart of Stone

by D H Sidebottom

  Ric Denarii was the top man in a drug cartel that was operating in the east of London. He’d been caught in the middle of a deal after an undercover police squad had been watching the gang for around a year and had finally got lucky. The evidence was beyond a doubt incriminating and he was indisputably going down for a long time.

  Mason had been introduced, not nicely, to the gang before and I watched his face as his teeth clenched with the name. “Go on.”

  “Well William’s been approached by Denarii’s lawyer, who offered William a deal.” Greg flinched as he looked away and I physically saw Mason harden.

  “The deal?”

  “Well, basically they told him they would let him live if he threw the verdict.”

  Mason nodded and sighed almost peacefully but I knew him better, the calm that enveloped him was anything but calm and I turned to Greg to divert from Mason’s anger. “So what’s this got to do with Kerrie?”

  Greg rose from the sofa and went to grab the bottle of whisky from the side, holding it up to everybody in a silent offering. I shook my head and waited as he poured him and Mason a measure. “William asked Kerrie for help.”

  Mason’s tongue clicked loudly as he fought hard to restrain his fury. “This is too big for Kerrie,” he barked at Greg but he shrugged.

  “Maybe, but anyway Kerrie sent out the guys to return the warning. She was jumped at home, Mason, whilst the fucking babies were asleep upstairs. The bastards need to realise they don’t do that to this family!”

  Greg was fuming and I noticed the familiar glint of anger glaze his eyes, much the same way as Mason’s did when he was overcome by the wrath that lived in all Mason’s team.

  I lifted from the chair and climbed into Mason’s lap. He needed my presence to soothe him and he gave me a soft smile before nuzzling into my neck, his demeanour calming immediately as his body sighed with the contact and he relaxed slightly.

  “Has William been moved?” Mason asked without removing his nose from my skin. His deep inhalations were making me aware of just how angry he was and of his inner battle to control it.

  Greg nodded and shot him a glance, “Yeah, and a crew has been secured on Tristan and the twins, two currently with Kerrie as you will have seen. It’s gonna be hard Mase, I’m not sure how we get round this with Ric being in custody.”

  The sinister grin that lifted Mason’s lips caused a shiver to ripple through my body and he turned to me. “You had many dealings with Yvette, Ric’s wife?”

  I pursed my lips and wobbled my head, “A little. She reminds me of Rebecca, rather full of herself and a bit of a whore. Ric’s head over with her though, can’t see why.”

  “Yeah, I know he’s a bit under the thumb where she’s concerned. Fancy a bit of playtime, baby, I don’t like hitting women.”

  I gave him a wide smile and nodded eagerly, “Can I pretend she’s Rebecca?”

  His head whipped back against the chair as he laughed loudly, “You can play any way you like, my little warrior.”

  “And Ric?” Greg asked as he lifted Courtney and planted her on his lap, his own need for her solace made me smile. I was so happy they had fought through their rough period and now seemed stronger than ever.

  “Don’t worry about Ric, after we dangle Yvette in front of him I have a feeling he won’t be a problem. But if he is,” his lips twisted wryly and I felt my core clench at the sight of my glorious bastard’s criminal authority, the maliciousness that shrouded him lighting my arousal and by the look on Courtney’s face, hers too. “Then I have contacts that will deal with it,” he finished with a smirk.

  Chapter 3

  Mason

  AVA LAUGHED ON my knee and I glanced at her. “You have contacts everywhere Mason, I’m sure Ric will have taken this into account.”

  “I’m positive he will have, he will have currently upped his protection inside. I am counting on his knowledge that I don’t hit women.”

  She frowned at me and I kissed the tip of her nose and lifted her off my knee so I could refill my glass, “The thing with Ric is he doesn’t take all scenarios into consideration, he never has. Plus he’s a selfish bastard and I know he won’t have even thought about his wife other than knowing I won’t drag her into it.”

  “And . . .” she pressed with a slight mocking and I narrowed my eyes on her. Was she baiting me? Her sarcastic tone rebounded off the central part of my brain and pulled at my gut in slight anger.

  “And, he doesn’t know you, does he?”

  She scoffed and made her way to the stereo to select a different playlist on the iPod. “Mason, whilst I agree in a way and I would love a go at Yvette, wouldn’t it just be easier to call your contact on the inside and just finish the bastard?”

  I lifted an eyebrow at her reservation and lack of trust. She lifted her own eyebrow back at me and quickly lowered it when a faint growl rumbled through my chest. “Don’t doubt me, Ava; you should know that by now.”

  She rolled her lips, as though trying to hold back her laughter but I caught her swift glance at Courtney and it suddenly made sense why she was goading me. I let it roll for now.

  “I can’t take him out straight away, Ava it would cause too much backlash. He needs to be persuaded to pull back from William first, call off the dogs so to speak. The other jury members aren’t my concern.”

  “Whatever” she mumbled as she nonchalantly changed the music and started to wiggle her hips to the beat as if I wasn’t worthy of her attention.

  I knew she was doing it on purpose but fuck, it annoyed the hell out of me, “Do you have a problem, Ava?”

  “Nope.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Yep,” she answered too sharply and too indifferently as she turned and gave me a sweet smile nevertheless, I caught the twinkle of mischief in her eyes as she nourished my dark side with her insolent behaviour. She wanted me wound up enough to bring out my dominant side; the element of me Ava and Courtney loved to play with when we were all together. This should have brought a sly smile but it irritated the fuck out of me, her audacity at baiting me needed to be addressed.

  “I think you do, baby. In fact I think you’re playing with fire but are you sure you have the steel to not get burnt?”

  One side of her lips lifted as her eyelids dropped when my tone shuddered through her system and lit the part of her that craved chastisement, chaos and punishment. My eyes lowered to the rapid deep rise of her beautiful breasts as her arousal fired through her veins and her dark eyes found the mirrored version in my gaze.

  She cocked her head and damn if the movement didn’t see me sinking my teeth into my bottom lip, the self-assurance relayed on her face made my teeth vibrate.

  How dare she! How fucking dare she!

  My wife needed to be taught a lesson, a tutorial in how to conduct herself and I returned her smug smile, arrogance rolling through my blood stream when I saw the spark of anxiousness in her bright green eyes.

  Now she was aware of exactly who she was dealing with as she took a step backwards and when her arse hit the wall I lifted a self-satisfied brow at her.

  But still she played the game as she narrowed her eyes on me and shrugged casually. I could feel the eyes of our friends flicking between me and my wife as I stood regarding her and she stood provoking me into something she would find she wouldn’t be able to control.

  “Are you sure you have the fire to incinerate the burn, baby.” She whispered sharply across the room to me as her lips pursed smugly.

  I barked out a humourless laugh and tried to temper down the rage that just fired through me. My chest heaved as much as hers as I shot her a look of warning but she rolled her eyes, “Such a simmered reaction Mason; see no fire, no guts to fuel the fire with. Where’s the boil, baby? Where’s that inferno? I don’t think you have the steel to burn me with.”

  Okay, enough.

  I watched her body tighten and her face flush as she watched the heat take over my body, the passion light my eyes and
the displeasure pull my jaw in tight.

  Her hands shot backwards and she palmed the wall to support her when I took the two strides needed to reach her and damn, if I wasn’t ready to make her pay for her audacity.

  Chapter 4

  Ava

  COURTNEY’S CHEST HEAVED as she sank her teeth into her lower lip when Mason took two wide but slow strides towards me.

  “Are you trying to rile me with your insolence, baby? Cos’ let me tell you, it’s fucking working.”

  My breathing accelerated when he slid his palm over my cheek and followed through to my hair until he grabbed my ponytail and yanked my head back harshly. “Courtney, come here.” He ordered and I could practically feel Courtney’s excitement slice through the thick air in the room as my thighs started to tremble.

  She approached immediately, Mason’s authority stimulating her as well as me.

  His dark aroused eyes pierced my desire and sent it into turmoil as I swallowed heavily and gasped in a breath. He leaned into me, “Are you playing naughty so I fuck you hard, baby? You want me like this? Ready to give you exactly what you want . . . ruthlessly?”

  I couldn’t speak as my lungs struggled with the powerful rapid input. He yanked my head back further, exposing my neck to him and I whimpered as his tongue slowly traced the groove of my throat, his teeth then grazing harshly across my chin.

  “Get on your knees in front of her” he instructed Courtney as he slipped behind me.

  She wasted no time in accepting his order. Her teeth chewed frantically on her bottom lip as Greg came to stand behind her, his deep grey eyes fixed on the action of Mason’s hand now massaging my breast punishingly.

  “Oh God” I breathed as his teeth sank into my neck slowly and faintly, the tease lighting me up in desperation but the delicateness had me begging for more, my core near weeping with need at his gruelling tormenting.

  “Undo her skirt.” Greg ordered Courtney, now joining in and kneeling behind her as he watched Mason un-pop each of the buttons on my shirt and reveal my light blue bra, my hard nipples peeking through the delicate lace and hardening further as I felt Courtney release the zip on my skirt and push it down my hips, the material pooling around my ankles.

  “Wait.” Mason barked as she went to move it away, “tie her ankles.”

  Courtney lifted her eyes to me, aware that I was apprehensive at being restrained but I nodded; my lust too intense to refuse.

  She smiled wickedly and her eyes fired sinfully when she wrapped my skirt around my ankles and tied it in a knot, pulling it tight against my skin so my legs were clamped together tightly.

  “Now I teach you not to play games with me, Ava.” Mason stated in my ear and I gulped as a shiver hit each nerve ending in my body and made my bones vibrate.

  “One finger, Courtney. Slowly.” He ordered and she echoed my whimper as she instantly did as he asked, both of us submitting to the master in the room. Both of us hot and wet with the supremacy Mason overpowered us with.

  “Oh God!” I breathed raggedly as Courtney’s tiny finger slid into the hot flesh between my legs, her nail scraping my inner walls faintly and making me shudder with excitement.

  “You want more, baby?” he whispered in my ear and I nodded frantically; desperation and need coursing through me like a fierce blaze, heating my blood and igniting my brain with energy as Courtney’s finger swirled and teased inside me.

  I ground down on her frenziedly, rocking my hips harshly against her finger as she looked up at me intently, her arousal ripping through her pretty face as her breasts heaved behind her loose silk shirt.

  “Then beg!” Mason bit out as he clamped my hips with his huge hands and stilled my impulsive movements. “Beg, Ava!”

  I tried to swallow past the lump that had formed in my throat and licked my dry lips, my arousal feeding off my body’s natural stimulants and leaving me gasping and panting in need.

  “Please,” I managed to voice past the upsurge of sensation as Courtney swiped the tip of her finger over the sensitive spot inside me and my knees buckled with the shot of pleasure.

  “Not good enough.” Mason rumbled in my ear and I closed my eyes, urging my body to find its balance again. “The better you plead, the better we ease the ache, baby. Make us feel how badly you need this.”

  “Mason!” I gasped and bucked against his hold on my hips, “Please!”

  He pursed his lips and licked around the edge of my ear, “Much better. Two fingers.” He instructed Courtney who shot me a wink and I groaned loudly as she slipped another finger inside me and started to slide them in and out, the rhythm driving me crazy and I wrestled against Mason’s hold once more as I tried to intensify the pressure.

  He pulled me back against him harshly, “Don’t fight me Ava, or you’ll regret it.”

  “Fuck you!” I spat out.

  He immediately pulled me away from Courtney and flung me over his shoulder, holding me down compactly as he sauntered into Courtney’s kitchen with me and grabbed a kitchen chair, before strolling back into the room.

  His carefree attitude was riling me more yet I had no choice but to let him work through it and decide my fate, which he would make me aware of eventually.

  He placed the chair in the middle of the room and plonked me down heavily in it and just as swiftly he had my hands behind the chair and his fingers wrapped around my wrists. “See baby, defiance doesn’t work with me.”

  “Mason!” I spat as I struggled beneath him. His lips twisted and my eyes widened when I felt Greg coiling something around my wrists, freeing Mason’s hold on me and I growled loudly when my ankles were also secured to each leg of the chair, opening my legs and displaying my damp pussy to the room. “Mason . . . I . . .”

  My chest was tightening and I fidgeted my hands, the rope chaffing against my skin but Mason shook his head and whispered a soft shush in my ear. “Ava! Listen to me. There is you, me, Courtney and Greg here and not one of us is going to hurt you. Dane is dead, baby, he can’t get you. He will never touch you again or never even lay his eyes on you again. You killed him Ava, you. You need to accept this now.”

  I chewed on my lower lip and let his words sink in.

  Dane was dead. He would never touch me again. He would never look at me again.

  I nodded slowly and made myself calm down, breathing deeply and dragging in courage with the oxygen, “Okay.”

  He squatted in front of me and leaned forward, a small smile lifting his lips slightly. “Good girl. Now I’m afraid you have to pay for your disrespect.”

  “What?”

  He shrugged and sighed, “I did warn you not to fight me.”

  My jaw dropped as he moseyed across the room and dropped heavily onto the sofa. He looked at Greg and made an ‘all yours’ gesture with a sweep of his arm across the floor, before he lifted his eyes back to me and locked me down with a deep stare.

  My mouth dried considerably as Greg led Courtney to the middle of the room, taking the space between Mason and me and pushing her to her knees before him.

  I flicked my eyes from Mason to Courtney as Greg slid down his zip and pulled his hard cock free causing Courtney to lick her lips greedily.

  “Eyes on me Ava,” Mason barked from across the room and I shot him a look, my eyes narrow and intense but swiftly changed it when he released his own delicious erection into his hand and I puffed out a heavy breath at the sight of the pulsing vein running the underside, my tongue imitating the movement of his hand as I imagined trailing my tongue the full length of it.

  My pussy clenched as he fisted himself and started to slowly stroke up and down, twisting harshly at the top before pulling his foreskin back down tightly and I bit into my lip when the restraints around my ankles refused my thighs a quick rub together.

  Greg’s loud moan caught my attention and I cast a glance at them, triggering a soft moan of my own to echo around the room. “Harder” he demanded as he fisted Courtney’s hair and thrust his hips, driving his cock dee
p into her throat and causing his arse cheeks to clench tightly with the intense gratification.

  Her hips circled and I copied her action in the chair, trying to rub my swollen clit against the hard wood of the seat, but no sooner had I managed to gain a little satisfaction than Mason barked an order for me to stop.

  I curled a lip at him and he quirked an eyebrow as a smug grin stole his dark expression, “You really aren’t playing nice today, baby.”

  I poked my tongue out at him before I returned to watch the erotic scene playing out on the rug in front of me, but then flinched when Mason stood from the sofa and made his way towards me. God damn, this man made my essence sweat and my veins quiver.

  His chest was heaving at my rebellion and I would be lying if I said I wasn’t slightly nervous as well as aroused. The dark blaze in his eyes was mesmerizing as well as fucking hot and I sucked in my lips as the stunning specimen dominating the room meandered towards me with his head cocked and his teeth clenched harshly.

  He stood before me and I kept my gaze straight forward, my face bang in line with his glorious solid cock as I refused him my eyes. My core shuddered with the need to lean my face forward and steal a swipe at it with my tongue. I moaned brokenly as he took hold of his shaft and tracked the wet tip across my cheek, smearing me with his pre-cum and exciting my sense of smell as well as my pussy. My face shot sideways to catch a quick lick but he shifted his hips back, moving the deliciousness from temptation and I growled in frustration as he crouched down. However my eyes widened when he untied the binds holding me still and I frowned up at him.

  His superior smirk was both infuriating and stimulating but my blood fired too much electricity to my brain amongst the lust racing through my system and I felt dizzy as he gripped my waist, swung me round and placed me on his lap as he sat on the chair with my back to his chest.

  “Watch them” he demanded and my thighs trembled when Greg started to fuck Courtney’s mouth with vigour, both of their faces tight with immorality and carnality as their erotic moans bounced off the wall and hit my ears with a jolt of torment at each one.