He is shaking his head as he retreats even farther, but the wall stops him, cornering him. I’m only a couple of feet from him now, the anger inside of me so intense I can feel it tightening my muscles, preparing me for what is about to happen.
“A misunderstanding.” He says the words on a whisper, now knowing that this is going to happen no matter what.
Hell, he should have known that from the moment he knew I was here.
I am not about to prolong this. I’m going to fuck him up and then I’m going to take my woman and make her forget about tonight, about all the shitty things that she’s seen, felt. I’m going to make her only feel pleasure as she stares into my eyes, knowing she’s in my arms, safe and protected.
I bring my arm back, swinging my hammer forward.
I’ll never let anything happen to Melissa and I’ll do anything for her. She’s mine, and I’m going to prove that to fucking everyone.
I connect the steel on the side of Trenton’s leg, going all Misery on his ass. He screams out in pain and falls to the floor. I kick him so he moves over, and then I swing the hammer down on his other leg.
The sound of his kneecaps crushing under the onslaught of my hammer has my heart racing faster. I feel the rush of adrenaline at knowing this fucker is going to be in pain for a long time.
This fucker deserves a lot more than I’m giving him.
I swing out and knock the hammer against his knee again, then do the same to the other one. Blood is pooling through his jeans where I broke his legs, and the sight of that crimson stain spreading brings me a hell of a lot of pleasure.
I turn and stare at the door, knowing Melissa is right on the other side, no doubt hearing the screams of this piece of shit.
I wanted her here, but I didn’t want her to see this violence, didn’t want her to have that image ingrained in her memory. She needed to know exactly who I was, despite the rumors she’s no doubt heard, despite the shit she knows my brothers and I do.
And tonight I gave that to her, tenfold.
MELISSA
I stare at Ace from the passenger seat, watching as his broad chest quickly rises and falls.
He’s focused on the road, but I catch him glancing my way every few moments as if he can’t keep his eyes off me. Or maybe he’s wondering how I’ll react after what I heard? But I want to imagine it’s the former.
I want to think that he’s so drawn to me he can barely manage the simple task of driving wherever he’s taking me without wanting to pull over and fuck me right here on the side of the road.
At one point I would’ve been nervous not knowing where he’s taking me, but right now, all I feel is this overwhelming need to be alone with Ace. For him to do with me as he pleases.
As twisted as it sounds, I’ve been wanting him to touch me, ever since the moment he stepped out of that room and his gaze landed on mine.
There was something about the twisted smirk on his face that turned me on like nothing else.
It didn’t matter to me that he’d just hurt someone and that I’d just listened to his victim screaming out in pain and begging for him to stop.
I wanted him to suffer just as badly as Ace did, and the fact that Ace was the cause of his pain only made me want him more in that moment.
Maybe I am just as fucked-up as Ace. Hell, maybe I’m more so, but as soon as I heard what that animal did, I wanted to hurt him my damn self. I was no longer scared of Ace’s lifestyle, or what was about to go down. All I wanted was to get justice for his victims, for all the women he’d hurt in the past and was going to hurt in the future.
Ace did that. Ace did what the law wouldn’t have, which was take a dangerous piece of shit off the streets for good.
The truck is filled with silence as Ace takes a quick turn onto the side road that leads to his spot in the woods.
Excitement fills me at the idea of us being here again. The memory of his hard body between my legs makes me hot and breathless.
“Does being here alone with me after what I just did make you nervous?” he asks the moment the truck comes to a stop. “Does it make you want to run now?”
I shake my head as he leans across me to undo my seatbelt.
His amber colored gaze locks with mine as he reaches his hand out and lightly squeezes my neck. It excites me more. “How about now?” His uneven breath hitting my lips has me swallowing, anticipating his next move. “Are you nervous now, Angel? Are you afraid of me?”
“No,” I whisper, speaking the truth. “I wanted him to hurt. I wanted that sick son of a bitch to get what he deserved. I wanted you to hurt him.” I lean in closer, bringing my lips close enough to brush against his. “I’m not afraid of you, Ace. I’m not going anywhere.”
“Good,” he growls against my lips. “I’ve been fucking dying to do this.” He releases my neck to push the truck door open. “Don’t move.”
I watch as Ace jumps out of the truck. The moment he comes around to open my door and pull me down into his arms, heat fills me from the feel of his erection pressed against me.
Holding me up with one arm, he slams the truck door closed, before pressing me against it with his hard body.
“Fuck, Melissa. I can’t control myself right now. I don’t want to hurt you, but I can’t be gentle. Not with how badly I fucking want you.” The feel of his teeth scraping against my neck causes me to jump in his arms. “Tell me you can handle me or I won’t touch you.”
“I can more than handle you,” I say honestly. I stare into his eyes when he pulls back and looks down at me. “I wouldn’t want you any other way.” I reach up and cup his jaw. His gaze is dark, deep, as he takes me in. “I know what I got myself into, and I’m ready for it all.” I’m breathing harder, faster, unable to keep myself under control either. “I’ve been waiting for this for a long time, Ace.”
He makes this deep growl, this animalistic sound that has chills racing along my body.
“I want you here, Ace. I want you now.” I don’t want a bed, don’t want romantic or sweet and gentle.
I knew what I was getting into when I fell hard for Ace. There’s no going back, but I wouldn’t have wanted to anyway.
Before I know what is happening, or can prepare myself, Ace is leading me toward the back of the truck, pulling the blanket he has on the bed flush, and helps me up so I’m sitting in the tailgate. He sits beside me and pulls me onto his lap, my legs spread on either side of him, my chest pressed to his.
His hands are on my lower back, his fingers digging into the skin that is exposed because my shirt rode up. We are staring at each other, neither speaking, but nothing needs to be said. The magnetism I feel is tangible, like fingers skating over my body.
Then he slides one hand up my back, tangles his fingers around my hair, and tugs on the strands until my head cocks back and I gasp from the pain. But on the heels of that, this pleasure washes through me, making me wet, needy.
“You sure you want to go here with me?” he asks in a deep, guttural voice, one that is like a serrated knife moving over my body.
I get wetter.
I nod. “I want this.” I am so ready for him. “I’ve wanted this for a while, Ace, but was too afraid to say anything, to act on it.”
“And you’re not afraid now?”
I shake my head slowly. I don’t need to think about what he said, but I stay silent for a few seconds. “I’m not afraid of you, but of how I feel.”
He seems to dig his fingers into me harder, as if he doesn’t want to let me go. “And how do you feel, baby?”
My throat is tight, my mouth dry. I don’t know if admitting this to him is the best course, but I also know I can’t hide how I feel. I can’t pretend anymore. I won’t. “I want you so bad that it hurts.”
And then he has his mouth on mine, his tongue speared between my lips. Ace kisses me brutally, violently almost, but I love it. I want more of it, so much more that I’m drowning in it. We are both panting, gasping for breath when he pulls away a mome
nt later.
“I won’t fuck you in the back of my truck, not when I need you on my bed, surrounded by my things, smelling like me.”
I’m about to tell him I don’t care where we do this, because I need him too desperately. But before I can get a word out he’s helping me off the truck, back into the passenger side seat, and is driving, presumably to his house. It all happens so fast I am dizzy from it all, can’t even take enough air into my lungs.
This is really going to happen, and I’m not going to stop it.
I feel like we are back at the Locke house faster than normal, but then again, I think Ace was driving well above the speed limit. It seems he’s just as frantic to start this as I am. I glance down and see the massive erection straining against his pants. He is ready for me, just as much as I am, my panties soaked, my nipples hard. Every part of me is screaming to finally be with Ace, to let him claim me, own every inch of me.
We stare at each other for long seconds, the heat and air in the truck getting thicker, hotter. I want to just have him take me right here, right now. I don’t care if anyone sees us.
In fact, this part of me wants it to be known that I’m claimed by Ace, that I am with a Locke. I want anyone who looks at me to know that if they fuck with me they’ll get wrath tenfold in return.
“I hope you’re really ready for this, Melissa.”
I swallow, the lump in my throat thick. “I’ve been ready,” I say again, meaning it more than I ever have.
I don’t wait for him to help me out of the truck this time. I get out and meet him at the hood of the vehicle. He growls low, and I know it’s because he wants to be in charge, to call the shots. I am more than okay with that.
I can feel my heart pounding in my chest, and I wonder if he can hear it, see it beating at the pulse point below my ear. He takes my hand and leads me inside, up the stairs, and finally into his room. Once the door is shut, we stand there in silence, this thickness coating both of us, drawing us together.
“Take off your clothes for me,” he demands in a low, deep voice, one that lets me know this isn’t going to be slow and gentle. I already knew that, but it’s another affirmation of who I am with.
And then I’m removing my clothes, feeling like Ace is the predator and I’m his prey.
That analogy can’t be further from the truth.
I know that after tonight there really is no going back. But then again, I am already Ace’s.
I have been since the moment I saw him. I just didn’t know it yet . . .
ACE
My cock hardens even more as I stand back and watch Melissa undress herself. Fuck, how it hurts to not be inside her right now, taking her hard and rough against every surface in this room.
She moves slow, almost as if to tease me, and it’s driving me fucking mad, twisting me up until I feel as if I’m about to explode.
I can’t handle the wait any longer.
Closing the distance between us, I press my body against hers as I back her to the wall and brush my lips against her smooth neck. “I need it all off,” I growl. “I need you naked, Angel.”
She lets out a small gasp as I move my mouth around to the front of her neck and gently dig my teeth in before licking her skin where I just bit her. “You’re mine, Melissa. After tonight, no other man will get to kiss you . . .” I move my lips up to brush over hers. “To taste you. And honestly, after knowing you’ve been with me, no other man will want to come near you for fear of me breaking their fucking legs and arms. This is it.”
I hear her swallow before she lets out a soft “I’m ready,” across my lips, confirming what I already knew from the first moment we kissed. She’s already mine.
As soon as the words leave her mouth, my hands are gripping her waist and flipping her around to press her front against the wall. The feel of her round ass against my hard cock has me moaning and biting my bottom lip with need.
She’s about to be fucked by the most dangerous Locke brother of us all, when in the beginning, she feared us and wanted nothing to do with us.
Fuck, how that turns me on.
I move my hands down her body, slow at first, but the moment I reach the top of her thong, I rip the thin material down her legs and slam my body against hers, unable to be gentle with her.
“Take your jeans off, Ace.” She sounds needy as she grips at the wall, taking heavy breaths. “I need you inside me. Now.”
Pressing her harder into the wall with my hips, I undo her bra, pulling the straps down her arms before grazing my teeth over her neck, right over the pulse that throbs beneath her ear. My cock jerks.
With a deep growl, I reach between our bodies and undo my jeans, sliding them down enough to pull my hard cock out and slide it against her ass.
I take my hand and slap her ass a few times, causing her to throw her head back and moan out, my cock now so fucking close to her needy pussy. The sound of her moans has me close to coming all over her ass, before I can even get inside of her.
I position myself at her pussy, feeling how hot and wet she is, how tight and mine she is. I lean in and growl into her ear, “Hold on tight, Angel.”
With that, I slam into her.
I do it so fucking hard that she turns her head and bites into my arm, cussing from the intrusion of me stretching her pretty little pussy.
Groaning against the back of her neck, I wrap my fingers into her long hair and pull as I use my other hand and reach around to grip her throat, pulling her back so I can graze my teeth along the side of her neck.
My thick cock fills her, taking her deep and hard, her wetness coating me as I claim her as mine.
Something in me snaps and I start thrusting back and forth, shoving my big, thick cock deep in her wet, hot pussy. She’s wet, so damn wet that the juicy sounds of me fucking her fill my head, echoing off the walls. I’m grunting like a damn animal, but I can’t help it. I’m finally claiming Melissa as mine, and there’s no going back.
I have my hands on her hips, my fingers digging into her sides. I know there will be bruises in the morning, but I like that. I want my mark on her, want anyone who sees her to know who she belongs to. And she belongs to me, the same way I belong to her.
I push into her and pull out several more times, both of us moaning, sweat covering our bodies. I could fuck her against the wall all night long, but I want her on my bed, covered in my scent.
I force myself to pull out of her, both of us groaning in disappointment. I have her turned around and on my bed in seconds flat. She’s breathing hard, fast, her breasts shaking slightly, her nipples pink and hard, the tips making my mouth water. I reach down and grab my cock, stroking myself from root to tip, about to come just from the look of her.
Her legs are slightly spread, her pussy bare of any hair. I love that she shaves, love that I can see how pink and glossy she is, how primed I’ve made her. I start jerking off faster and harder, wishing my cock was in her pussy again, but I’m too aroused to even move. My dick is slightly slick from being buried deep inside of her, and I need that hot wetness coating me again.
I’m on her before I can even think, this primal instinct taking over. I force her legs apart with my hands on her inner thighs, this small gasp leaving her. I align myself at her pussy again, staring right into her eyes as I thrust in deep and hard.
The force of my action has her moving up the bed. She closes her eyes, tips her head back, and opens her mouth on this silent cry. I move my hands up to her waist, digging my fingertips into her again. And then I really fuck her.
In and out.
Faster and harder.
I’m growling like a madman, unable to stop myself. I’m holding off from coming because I want this to last, because I want to feel her cunt squeezing me as she climaxes.
“Come for me, squeeze me, Melissa. Get the cum out of me.” Fuck, I’m a dirty bastard. And then she cries out and obeys so damn nicely. I feel her pussy clenching around my dick, drawing my seed from my balls. I can’t hold o
ff, not when she feels so damn good.
She cries out and I groan, my cock feeling like it’s getting strangled. I’m not going to be able to hold out. I don’t want to. I pull out and push back in. Pull out and push back in. On the third thrust I bury myself completely in her, my balls slapping her ass, my orgasm rushing up.
I fill her with my seed, make her take it all. The pleasure is intense, consuming. Only when I feel the ecstasy start to wane do I pull back, slipping from her tight pussy for a moment. I keep her legs spread open with my hands as I stare at where I was just buried. And then I see my cum start to slip from her body.
I slip back inside of her, keeping my seed where it belongs. I look at her face, seeing her drowsy, post-euphoric expression and feel possessive and territorial.
“You are mine.”
MELISSA
I can barely catch my breath from the way Ace fucked me just now. I thought I was ready. That I’d be able to handle his rough possessiveness in the bedroom, but truthfully, I’ll be surprised if I can walk out of here after the way he just claimed me.
How will I be able to do that when I can barely even move because my legs are shaking so damn hard below his body?
“Are you okay, Angel?” His muscles flex above me as he lowers his soft mouth to hover over my mine. “This . . . the way I just fucked you was me holding back. It’s too soon for me to give it to you like I fucking crave to. You’re not ready for me yet.”
“What if I am?” I ask on a whisper, closing my eyes as his tongue flicks out to run across my lips. “I’m ready for all of you, Ace.”
He lets out this deep, throaty laugh and grips my chin, pulling it up so our eyes meet. With his gaze locked on mine, he pulls my bottom lip between his teeth, causing me to let out a small cry as he bites me. Hard. So hard that it draws blood.
Then he takes his tongue and moves it across the wound as if to ease the pain he just caused. “Not yet.”
I lay back and stare at him as he watches me for a moment. He’s yet to pull out of me and the thought of his cum inside of me, filling me, has me remembering a really important fact.
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