The Vigilantes Collection

by Lake, Keri

  “Fuck!” He bucked his hips, upping the pace, and the tension in his neck drew branches of veins beneath his skin, as if he strained to hold back. “That’s it, make me hard for you, Luce. I’ll feel so good inside that wet cunt.”

  His words. I’d never been turned on by dirty talk before. Most guys just couldn’t pull it off, but Jase was naturally dirty, coarse and rough, an instrument of seduction, stroking the exact chord of my libido. I reached between my thighs and slid my fingers across my clit, as he slammed into my throat.

  His cock slid out of my mouth, and he tugged me to my feet and twisted me around until I faced the windows, my breasts half-popping out of the bra.

  Four stories below, Woodward Avenue buzzed with cars and people. “They’ll see us.”

  “Let them.” A pinch of my scalp forced my head back, as he tugged my crown. “If I want to fuck you in front of the window, you’ll get fucked in front of the window.”

  Pressure at the back of my head forced me forward, and I pressed my cheek to the glass.

  “You tease me with these skirts and these high heels. You’ve no idea what you’re doing to me, Luce.” At his words, a thrill wound deep inside my stomach. “It’s been eleven months. Eleven months of hell. Eleven months of needing some release.” Warm hands slid down my sides, until he gripped my waist and pressed his forehead into my spine. “A man can only go so long without losing his fucking mind, and you’ve had me walking a thin line of control all this time.” His fingers curled at my sides at the same time his erection pressed into my ass, grinding against me. “So tonight? Tonight I’m going to get my fill of you, get it out of my system, and I promise you, I’ll ruin this pussy for any man but me.”

  A wash of adrenaline pumped through my veins, while excitement tied my stomach in knots. I craved the man’s fury, his punishment.

  “I want to ride first.” I tried lifting my head from the pane, and when he held me in place, a spark of wicked energy zapped my muscles. Kicking back into him, I twisted to work my way out of his grasp, but he tightened around me, locking me in place.

  Yes. I loved the fight. Loved knowing I could push back, make it hard for him, and he’d resist.

  He easily kept me in position, in spite of my bucking. Only when his fingers drifted between my thighs, tearing my panties to the side as he plunged two inside, did I stop and take in the feel of them. Mouth parted, I let out a forced breath as his long fingers, soaked in my wetness, curved up into me in a silent warning to be still.

  Flush to my back, he fingered me into submission. “You are fucking beautiful.” His rough palm gripped my hip, and my belly burned with anticipation. “But I can’t wait to dirty you up. You’ll be a beautiful fucking mess when we’re finished.”

  I wanted to fight him. I didn’t want to be easily conquered by him, because something told me the longer I held out, the bigger the finale. But If I was the light, then he was the dark matter all around me that had me bending to his will. I’d do whatever he wanted, to keep his hands on my body.

  I writhed as his finger pumped inside of me, and his thumb danced across my clit. His muscled body pressed against mine, pushing my breasts into the cold windowpane, my nipples hardening on contact.

  “You’re so hot and tight.” The rugged texture of his voice skated along my spine, adding a raw and carnal bite to the heat stoked by his fingers. “Can’t wait to be inside of you.”

  Gripping the frame, smashed against the window, I whimpered as he plunged two at a time. Then a third. My body stiffened, hot and cold from the glass. My breath fogged the view, and a cry escaped my lips as he gripped the back of my neck, pinning me, while curving those glorious weapons of pleasure higher. So deep. God, so fucking deep I wanted to scream.

  His grip tightened at my nape, and his fingers pumped faster, making my pussy so wet, it dripped down my thighs.

  Knees threatening to buckle beneath me, I cried out. “Oh, God, I’m gonna … I’m close …”

  “Not yet.” His grip loosened, and he slowed his pace. “Stay put. I want you just like this. Got it?”

  At my nod, he removed his fingers, and the heat frosted over to an empty coldness as I yearned to feel him again.

  After some rifling, he returned, his intimidating form in my periphery, and he yanked my arms from where I’d planted them at the window, securing them behind my back with his leather belt.

  “You’ve got me so hard right now.” His whisper tickled my senses, and I licked my lips in anticipation.

  “Then, what are you waiting for?”

  Sliding up the bottom of my halter popped it over my breast, giving me a messy, disheveled look.

  I bit my lip, as he fondled and pinched my exposed nipple.

  “I’m not waiting anymore, Lucy.”

  40

  Jase

  With her hands secured in the belt, I smoothed a square of tape over Lucy’s mouth. I didn’t get off on the idea of raping a woman, had never raped a woman in my life, but something about her looking helpless had me hard enough to wonder if I’d last.

  Beside the window, a full-length mirror took up the open span of wall, and I guided Lucy by the elbow to the center of it until facing the mirror. Leaving her there, I crossed the room, from where I took in the sight of her. Shirt torn open. Tiny skirt that barely covered her ass, and the heels. Hands bound, mouth taped.

  Jesus Christ, she’d give me a hostage fetish by the time it was over.

  I lifted the armless chair beside the desk and carried it over, setting it down in front of her. Guiding her leg up onto the cushion, I propped her heel there and pushed her panties to the side. Rounding her body until I stood at her back brought the mirror’s reflection into view, and I could just make out her bare pussy peeking from beneath the bottom of the skirt, her lust-hooded eyes confessing her arousal.

  So fucking hot. I wanted to defile her right there, watch my dick slide in while her knees gave out. Instead, I reached over her hip and lifted the skirt, showing off that perfect cunt, and slid my fingers down her pink seam, spreading her open. “You want me to fuck this beautiful pussy, Lucy?”

  Shivering in my grasp, she nodded.

  Dipping two fingers inside had her sliding against my chest, but I gripped her throat, holding her against me. “You’re going to feel so good when you shatter. When I ruin you from the inside.”

  A whimper beat against the tape, as I grazed my teeth across her throat, still pumping away in her.

  “You want my cock?”

  She nodded, tipping her head back to rest on my shoulders as her body sagged with each long pull of my fingers, in and out. In and out. Each time, I curved my fingers upward, toying with her G-spot, keeping her on the edge.

  “I’m not putting a blindfold on you. I want you to watch.”

  As her head turned to the side, I gripped her jaw, directing it back toward the mirror. “Watch.” Still cupping her jaw with one hand, the other toying with her pussy, I kissed her throat. “So wet. You like what you see, don’t you?”

  At her nod, I slipped my fingers out of her and brought them to my mouth. The taste of her arousal on my tongue damn near broke me. “Fuck, you taste as good as you look.” With my small push to her shoulders, she lowered her foot from the chair and dropped to her knees, and leaning forward, she rested those grope-worthy tits on the cushion.

  “Show me how you beg for it.”

  She looked at me through the mirror, eyes pained, moaning past the barrier across her mouth. Behind her back, her fingers curled under the hem of her tiny skirt and she lifted it, revealing her firm, rounded ass and the thin string of fabric. She taunted me with a roll of her hips, head tipped back on a sigh, as if I were already inside of her.

  Damn me to hell, I wanted to tear into that ass, bite down, and hear her scream. I needed release, and she was going to give it to me.

  Sliding my hand across her throat, I cupped her face, my mouth to her ear. “I need you to know that I don’t hate you, Lucy, but I’m
about to fuck you like I do. Ready for me?”

  The purr in her throat told me she was.

  Gripping tight to her hair, I kicked her legs, forcing them apart. I tore open the foil with my teeth, rolled a condom on and fell to my knees. Sliding her panties to mid-thigh, I drove into her from behind.

  A cry of ecstasy mumbled through the tape—and with it came my favorite part of fucking.

  I’d found a woman changed with my dick inside of her. In Lucy’s case, her back arched, those beautiful tits jutting out, ass high, spine curved, body soft as it melted into my own. Like being hit with a stun gun and falling into complete transparency, she wore her desire in the blush of her skin and the slow, erotic movements that followed.

  I craved the fight, but it was that moment of sheer want that I could eat for days. Like a lion conquering a lioness and watching her squirm beneath him in ecstasy. She made me feel like the king of the jungle.

  Slamming into her from behind, I watched her turn unabashed, head kicked back, screaming out in abandon despite the gag.

  Fuck the tape, I wanted to hear those screams. Without breaking stride, I slid my hand across her cheek and tore away the barricade.

  “You feel so … f-f-fucking good, Jase!” Her voice was broken by the pounding from behind, and her body turned pliant, bending with each thrust. Sweat pooled in the dip of her back, and I wanted to lick it from her skin. The soft moans and sighs goaded my pace, until it died to the sounds of smacking skin and her quiet grunts.

  In that moment, I realized I wasn’t the one in control. I wanted to hear more of that sweet sound, so much so, I’d do anything, whatever it took, to have those moans spill from her mouth again. That smooth, incorrupt harmony, caught between the noise and silence inside my head. I needed more of it. More of her. Like an addict in search of that first high.

  I gave a hard slap to her ass, my fingers digging into her flesh where I held her hips, and a guttural vibration, animalistic and wild, rumbled from her chest. As those moans hit the air again, I licked my lips, wanting to eat her alive, devour every inch of her.

  Her tits bounced and jiggled, and I groped one, watching her lip slide between her teeth in the mirror’s reflection.

  The curling of her fingers around the binds told me she was desperate to come. I could almost hear her.

  Don’t fuck this up. Let me come. Please.

  I pulled her away from the chair, unfastened the belt at her wrists, hoisted her up into my arms and carried her toward the bed. With her ass grinding into the mattress, I crawled over her, held her hands imprisoned above her head and drove into her. Deeper. Faster.

  “Harder,” she whispered, like a fucking dream.

  Heels digging into my back, she held me captive between pleasure and pain, and I gripped her throat, as hot waves pulsed through my body.

  I wanted to rip her open with every harsh thrust of my dick. Throttling her neck, I upped the pace, teeth clenched with the brutal pounding of my thighs against hers. At the reddening of her face, I pulled back, loosening my hold, seeking approval in her eyes, until she placed her hand over mine and squeezed my fingers against her throat again.

  Her heel scraped across my spine, and I kicked my head back, reveling in the pain. “Fuck!” I caught the slightest lift of her lip and bent forward, capturing it between my teeth, and as her nails dug into my biceps, every nerve ending fired off, leaving me caught in a confusing battle of pain and ecstasy.

  When her panting breaths escalated to an outcry, I released my grip. Cupping her jaw, I tipped her head back “Ride me,” I rasped.

  I rolled onto my back, letting her kick off the heels before she straddled me. Goddamn, she came down on me, and like a motherfuckin' dick jockey, she rode me hard. She rode me like a woman who loved dick and wasn’t ashamed to admit it. A woman who lived by her own rules and didn’t take shit from anyone. A woman I wanted to own and dominate, because that’s exactly what I needed in my life—a woman who wouldn’t be broken. One who’d hold her own and give as much as she took.

  Lifting from me, she twisted to face away, raised her ass, and came down again, reverse cowgirl. Each time she did, the breath exploded out of me on a whoosh of exhilaration. Wild. Untamed. My beautiful lioness. Not only could she take a hard fucking, but she gave it right back in the grinding of her ass against the hilt, her pussy clenching every inch of me, milking me for the ultimate release—a release I held back in a bid of sheer determination, because I wanted to come more than anything at that moment, watching her bounce against my cock.

  I wanted to come all over that ass.

  Wanted to watch her fall into a frantic need to be defiled.

  “Make me come, Jase. Oh, God, I want to come!”

  Fuck, yeah. I tumbled back over her. The shadowed side of my mind imagined her chained to my bed, at my disposal whenever I wanted her. I could have her every day, though, and it still wouldn’t be enough.

  Maybe if I found the files, if I killed Pasák and survived, I’d do just that. Keep her for a week, a month, however long it took to get her out of my system. I’d find a quiet place and give her the submission I could see she secretly craved. She acted tough, but in the end, she just wanted to come, and it didn’t take a sex therapist to see that she wanted permission. The tape. The rope. The mirror. It wasn’t so much that she was a victim—that was clear in her fight—but that she wanted to let go, give up control, and feel safe doing it.

  The scrape of her teeth against my throat, while her nails dug into my back, had my body wired, both hot and cold, weak from holding out, but determined to keep going. With her hair spilling from my fist, I slammed into her, sweat coating our bodies. Fire burned inside of me as the orgasm fringed closer. Her moans turned to high-pitched sighs, ass curved higher, muscles hard.

  “Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop!”

  Not a chance in hell. I was too far gone, too lost in her body and her gasps to stop. She was all I could see, breathe and taste.

  I was intoxicated by her and falling into the darkness of my addictions. Once wouldn’t be enough. I’d need more of her. I could already sense it deep inside, as the pressure constricted my muscles for the release I craved. The release I’d gone without for eleven fucking months. “Come all over my cock.”

  Every inch of me, every dark corner of my soul was consumed by her. She made me forget who I was and what I’d done. A dream that felt so real I could almost reach out and touch it.

  Muscles rigid and shaking, I fucked her hard and fast, until her whimpers turned to cries, and she threw her head back. I gripped her throat, squeezing just enough to part her lips. My balls tightened, a coil wound low in my stomach, then unraveled as the sensation climbed higher, higher, like a bomb ticking down the seconds.

  Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck …

  Heat rocketed through my body, straight to my dick, and I drove harder. I climbed the ladder to heaven and hit the ceiling, crashing down in a string of curses, while the warmth spread to every part of my body. My abs tightened, muscles hot, as I came, still pumping inside of her.

  Her screams bounced off the walls as she called out my name, and she arched her back on a shuddering sigh.

  Slamming my mouth against hers, I rode out the last of my orgasm, kissing her deep, until I was spent. “Goddamn. Fucking amazing.”

  I collapsed on the bed beside her. My muscles bathed in a wash of pleasure that had me crashing into a calm state of relaxation.

  Our frenzied breaths were the only sound that filled the room, as I wrapped my arms around her naked belly and pulled her into me. We hadn’t even taken her skirt off. With a grip of her jaw, I turned her head just enough that I could kiss her lips.

  “That felt so good,” she murmured.

  The smile on her face added a layer of satisfaction to my sagging, beaten muscles. I could bust my ass in the gym but nothing exhausted me like sex.

  The bedroom looked like a warzone, with the damp sheets hardly clinging to the edges of the mattress
, clothes strewn about. I must’ve knocked over the chair when I'd carried her to the bed, and bits of torn tape lay discarded on the floor.

  The scent of her perfume mixed with sex left me craving more, and I couldn’t wait to have her again. That she was mine, even for a short time, had my body wound up, preparing to go all night, burning all the pent up lust I’d carried for her the last few weeks.

  “Sleep,” I commanded. “I’ll wake you up in a couple of hours.”

  “Not if I wake you first.” Her voice carried a smile, and I pulled her in closer, burying my nose in her hair until she twitched.

  Lifting my head, I tried to catch a hint of remorse on her face. Some women got that way after fucking. Feeling guilty. Wishing they hadn’t lost themselves to the needs of their bodies. I hated that moment. “What are you thinking?”

  Her body shifted beside me, and she sat up from the bed. I’d thought she only meant to use the bathroom for whatever shit women typically did after sex, but when she grabbed the pillow, I reached out, catching her wrist, and her muscles tightened to bands of tension.

  “What are you doing?”

  “I … I was just going to sleep in the other room.”

  “Why?”

  Her shoulders slouched, and she kept her head turned away from me. “Look, I don’t do the cuddling thing with guys afterward. It’s just not my bag. I promise I won’t leave. I just can’t sleep here after …”

  “Yeah? Well, I don’t do the cuddling shit with women, either, but I’m doing it with you, so get your ass back in this bed.” I yanked her arm, pulling her into my body, letting her squirm against me.

  “Jase, I’m serious, let me go.”

  Tightening my grip, I held her closer, sliding my arms across her thighs to keep her from kicking, until she stilled in my arms.

  “Why are you doing this?” she asked.

  “Why would you leave?”

  “I don’t … typically stick around after sex.” She gave another sharp twist of her body but, trapped against me, quickly abandoned the fight.