Made to Beg

by Piper Stone

  “Did you ever think that perhaps I used the horrible event as an excuse?” Sierra shook her head, lowering her head. “Maybe I just didn’t know what the hell I was doing or what I was getting in the middle of.”

  I lifted her chin, darting my eyes back and forth. “I care about you, Sierra, more than I have anyone else in my entire life. I will find a way to...” Shit. How the hell could I make a promise I wasn’t certain I could keep?

  “To make my life normal so we could pretend that you’re not a merciless killer? I’m not that kind of woman, Lorenzo. I can’t live in your world. You have to know that. I’m sorry. I understand our deal, but I just...”

  “I know that what we share is more than most, the passion incredible. I also know that I’ve allowed the woman inside to feel free for the first time in her life. Is that enough? Only you know the truth. Whatever the future holds can’t be determined right now.”

  “You’re right,” she whispered. “Maybe I was looking to rekindle the fantasy of four years ago, but that’s impossible.”

  I expected her to pull away but when she slid her arms around my neck, the darkness within me seemed to fade away, leaving only unbridled yearning behind. I yanked her against my chest, reveling in the feel of our combined heartbeats. As I smoothed down her hair, my nostrils filling with her sweet scent, I felt reborn. There were promises to be made, but at this moment, all I could do was share what I had with her.

  My longing.

  The burning ache.

  The need to ravage her.

  She tipped her head, pulling mine down in order for our lips to touch. “I want you, Lorenzo. Take me.” There were no other words needed. She moaned before I captured her mouth, her tongue finding mine.

  I was blown away by the excessive sensations, but they weren’t the rippling of rocket fuel as normal. This time, I felt as if she’d crawled into me, pushing away the dangerous man, clawing her way into finding the person she’d hungered for from the past. My grip became firm on the back of her head as the desire increased, filling my very black soul.

  She wiggled against me, her naked body so alive, soft yet I was able to feel how much she ached. We both moaned into the kiss, struggling to stay within the confines of the shower, water cascading down our heated bodies. Steam floated all around us, but in my mind, the reason was from our scorched bodies as the wave of electricity became white-hot.

  Suddenly, there was no holding back, our respective chains shattered, as if there would never be another time we would share. As if the gods were against us.

  As if our passion would be stamped out by destiny or...

  Death.

  I was rattled by the thought even as the intimate moment roared between us, two people fighting to retain their humanity instead of succumbing to their animalistic nature. At that moment, nothing else mattered.

  I dominated her tongue, our teeth gnashing together as I ground my throbbing cock against her. We were wild with hunger, unable to quench our thirst. When she broke away, pushing me with enough strength I tottered on my feet, I growled like the wild beast I’d become. “What do you think you’re doing?”

  Her smile was laced with a dark and dangerous flair, much more so than I’d seen before. “Something I’ve wanted to do for a while.” She shifted both our bodies, shoving me against the wall and slowly dropping to her knees.

  I wasn’t prepared for the dazzling sensations as she crawled between my legs, running her fingers up, taking her time as she crawled them up to my thighs. Even over the sound of the running water, I heard her ragged purrs and lowered my head, blinking several times. Her face seemed to be glowing, her eyes pinpointed on the man hovering above her.

  Sierra seemed to be in a world of her own, blowing across my cockhead as she caressed my skin.

  I found it difficult not to grasp her head, forcing her to take all of my aching shaft. I closed my eyes, leaning my head against the marble, taking gulping breaths. I wanted this moment to go on forever.

  Sadly, we’d only bought limited time. Damn it. Damn my life.

  The second she dragged her tongue up from my knee, zigzagging her way up, nipping my skin, I let out a scattered moan. The sound was almost agonizing, but her touch alone was more powerful than any evil action by an enemy. She was stripping away all the layers, exposing several vulnerabilities.

  She repeated the move, licking up the inside of my other leg, finally dipping her head toward my swollen balls. They’d never been so filled, so ready to release.

  “Fuck!” I hissed, taking several deep breaths. The way she was rolling my testicles between her fingers, barely squeezing drove me crazy. I heard her subtle laugh, as if she knew the power she had over me, full control of a man who never allowed that to happen. “Jesus, woman.”

  “Mmm... Be a good little boy and you’ll get everything you desire.”

  I couldn’t help but smile. She was a wicked wench, realizing exactly how to get to me. I did everything I could to control the inner beast as she toyed with me, clamping her hand around my balls even as she licked from one to the other.

  Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!

  I could barely breathe, had difficulty focusing on anything but the extreme pleasure, realizing I’d jutted my hips forward.

  Offering her.

  Begging her.

  I was about to lose all control when she finally took a testicle into her mouth, sucking in a manner that brought stars floating in front of my eyes. I wasn’t certain how much of this I could take before fucking her like the crazed man I’d become. I panted, tossing my head from side to side, my fingers pressed hard against the tile.

  She laughed softly, using exaggerated moves as she sucked on my other ball, her fingers thankfully wrapping around the base of my cock. Instead of stroking, she twisted back and forth, creating so much friction a flash of pain washed into me.

  I couldn’t help but think that she was mine to use, mine to break in any manner I desired. Instead, she was the one shattering all my walls, smashing through my defenses as no woman had ever been able. I swallowed, unable to catch my breath as she licked up the underside of my shaft, inching ever so slowly. The woman was an expert in driving me absolutely insane.

  And I loved every second.

  Just like I adored the woman kneeling in front of me.

  When she reached my engorged cockhead, she blew across the sensitive slit before dragging the tip of her tongue across and through the drops of pre-cum.

  “Mmm... So good,” she whispered in a husky tone.

  Every muscle was tense, my body merely waiting for her hot mouth to take me, to ease the pain wrapping around my system like strangling rope.

  She took the tip just inside her mouth, her tongue constantly moving, her hand stroking the base. As she pumped up and down, I held my breath, my control unraveling. She eased down an inch at a time, the friction increasing, the tightness of her jaw muscles creating an explosion of electricity.

  “God. Fuck. Fuck!” My almost inaudible words seemed to fuel her and she began to move up and down on my shaft, her hand meeting her mouth. Still twisting. Still driving me nuts. I tossed my head back and forth, the animalistic growls deep, filling the entire bathroom. I was certain Dante could hear us and almost laughed.

  As if I should care.

  I deserved this... happiness. Was that even possible when all I could offer her was danger? I shoved aside the ugliness as she mewed the entire time she sucked on my cock. I could tell she’d relaxed her throat, allowing her to take more.

  And more.

  Until the tip hit the back of her throat, her lower lip resting on my balls.

  That was all I could take. I grabbed her head with both hands, thrusting my hips forward and impaling her mouth. Even her gagging sounds didn’t stop me, couldn’t shut down the monster inside. I fucked her mouth with wild abandon, driving in and out in a brutal manner.

  She clasped one hand around my balls, fueling the beast even more as she squeezed in a way that should
cause agony. Instead, I was floating on air, the sheer ecstasy overwhelming. I could no longer catch my breath as I plunged in rapid motions, rolling onto the balls of my feet in order to gain more control.

  I finally opened my eyes, realizing that she was watching me, her beautiful porcelain face illuminated by sheer rapture. I let out another intense growl, my grip even stronger, uncertain how much longer I could hold out.

  After clamping and releasing my balls one more time, she brushed her fingers up and down my legs over and over again, as if encouraging me. As if allowing me to take all I wanted. The notion brought a smile to my face even as my balls were ready to erupt.

  I had no idea how I was able to remain on my feet, the sensations were so extreme. I was lost in the pleasure, craving more and more.

  But my body had other thoughts. I could no longer hold back the raging orgasm. “Oh, yes. Fuck. Oh...” My entire body shaking violently, I let loose, exploding into her mouth.

  She was unfazed at my cum filling her mouth, spilling down her throat. In the haze of my climax, I could see such joy in her eyes, as if she’d given me a gift.

  And she had.

  A release in several ways.

  When I’d stopped shaking, only then did I release my hold. She immediately licked up and down both sides of my shaft, taking every remaining drop, licking her lips afterwards as she gazed up at me with unfocused eyes.

  I took gulping breaths before reaching for her, jerking her onto her feet. Then like the crazed man I’d become, I forced her to face the wall, easing her hands against the marble and yanking out her hips. “Never forget, you aren’t the one in control,” I whispered in her ear, allowing my hot breath to tickle her skin.

  “Mmm... Yes. Sir.” She was still playful, her mood entirely different. Whether we were both pretending that everything could be all right wasn’t something I wanted to think about.

  This was too precious, the moments shared something I never wanted to forget. As if I needed to remind her, I smacked my hand on her rounded bottom, moving from one side to the other.

  “Oh...” Her moan floated into my eardrums. So sweet. So... forgiving. She arched her back in acceptance, her eyelashes skimming her cheeks. Dear God, she was so fucking gorgeous.

  I smacked her again and again, savoring the heat building in my hand as much as the pink blossoming on her luscious ass cheeks.

  She continued to whimper, not from pain, but from a heightened level of excitement. She was in her own moment of rapture, tossing her head back every time my palm smacked against her naked skin.

  I could barely contain myself, spanking her long and hard, tingling all over. What in the hell had I become? Maybe the question to ask was what had she allowed me to become? The answer no longer mattered.

  After several additional swats, I pulled her against me, rubbing my hands down her chest and cupping her breasts. There were still no adequate words, no promise that had come to mind. Sadness crept into my mind, slithering into every muscle in my body like a disease rapidly spreading.

  My need to possess her, to keep her in a gilded cage was strong.

  And I was disgusted with myself for the thought.

  Monster...

  The roar of gunfire shattered the quiet night air.

  Chapter Eleven

  Lorenzo

  Gunfire.

  “What is that?” Sierra yelped as she clung to me. The sound had echoed in the bathroom, but I had the feeling the assailant was taking random shots in an effort to draw the inhabitants out of the cabin.

  “That is the sound of betrayal. Our location has been compromised.” I jumped out of the shower, turning off the water, tossing a towel in her direction before grabbing one for myself. There was no time to waste. “Listen to me carefully. Get dressed and hide in the closet. Don’t argue with me. I don’t have any time.” There was no way of knowing if the shots were a distraction, meant to buy time for others to break into the house.

  “Jesus. Please be careful. Don’t you dare die on me.”

  “I have no fucking intention of it.” I raced into the bedroom, poking my head around the corner. The bedroom door remained closed, with no sign of entrance. Goddamn it, I was pissed at myself.

  I heard a single pop, a lone shot from inside the house, then another round of firepower coming from likely fifty yards away. Whoever was positioned outside had no way of knowing how many people were in the cabin. Dante had followed his training in hiding his vehicle. Only mine was out front, a clear indication that I was inside. I’d been careless once again.

  I’d either been followed or the location of the cabin compromised. I’d figure the shit out later after I killed the sons of bitches. I heard her ragged breathing as she attempted to get dressed, anger rushing into my system. I struggled into my clothes, grabbing both guns before pointing toward the closet door then placing my finger over my mouth. I had difficulty pulling away from her. We were sitting ducks in this location and there was significant reason to worry. The game of cat and mouse had been escalated.

  The shooter wouldn’t stop until I was dead.

  While my father believed in various old methods, refusing the majority of new technology, I’d learned early on that guns weren’t the only tools of the trade. I jerked open the closet door, pulling down a duffle bag. I had the exact same one at the house, another in the back of the truck. What I was needed was a way to cut their advantage. Night vision goggles would do just that.

  She moved toward the closet without hesitation, glancing at me before I walked out the door. What gave me strength was that there was no fear in her eyes, merely a resolve stronger than I’d seen before. So much had occurred in a few days and no end was in sight.

  I crouched against the wall as I eased downstairs. All the lights were off, only a slight glow of the remaining embers providing any light. Although it would be dawn soon, the darkness was our friend at this moment. Dante had cracked open one of the windows and was positioned on the floor.

  “What do we have?” I asked, crowding beside him although I had my back to the wall, scanning the area of the downstairs that I was able to see. I knew all the doors and windows were locked, but it remained to be seen just how far the assailants were going to go.

  “At least two, but there could be more. They came from the front. I thought I’d noticed a flashlight about twenty minutes ago so I waited, perching here. Shots came from the right, but if they’d wanted to hit a target, they missed and my guess is intentionally. Shots seemed to go into the air.” Dante kept his voice low, but I could hear the anger in his tone. Being ambushed was the last thing we needed.

  This could simply be another scare tactic, a warning to leave things well enough alone or a sample of Movino’s firepower. There was also the possibility they were attempting to lure the occupants outside. Whatever game the asshole was playing had reached a pinnacle. I knew that in my gut. I thought about what to do next. “Stay here.”

  “Where are you going, boss?”

  “Around back. I need to see what we’re dealing with.”

  I’d purchased this particular cabin for the location, a thick two-mile forest of dense trees located on three sides making travel difficult. Given the weather, while the group could fan out, the direction they’d come was apparent.

  “I should be the one to do that, boss. You have Sierra to protect.”

  I grabbed the Glock in both hands, moving to a standing position. “If anyone breaches this house, shoot to kill.”

  “Damn it, Lorenzo. You have too much at stake. Let me go.”

  “Not a chance. I’ve been the fool all the way through this. I’m going to finish this shit beginning right now.” I moved toward the back door, peeking around the blinds before unlocking it. “Lock this door behind me. You’ll know it’s me when I return since I plan on killing the assholes. And trust me, that’s exactly what gonna happen.” After donning the goggles, I eased outside, listening for sounds of anyone approaching. There was near absolute silenc
e. No animals. No wind. No voices.

  I crept to the side, sliding around the corner, staying low. When I reached the front, I peered around. There was no one in my immediate sightline, but I sensed they were close. Hunkering down, I ran silently into the woods, moving close to where the gunshots appeared to have been coming from. Then I waited, a perfect view of the front door. One or both would eventually show themselves.

  While I certainly had little patience, a hunt of this nature I had no problem waiting for. Five minutes passed by then ten. Nothing. Suddenly, there was a single snap of a twig. I shifted onto my knee, placing the cabin in my line of sight.

  I wasn’t surprised the single individual had made a dash forward, remaining in the forest for as long as possible. As soon as the assassin cleared the trees, I took aim. A split second before the Glock went off, there was the sound of a second shot coming from within the house followed by a loud crashing sound. A growl pushed up from the depths of my being, shoving all the air out of my lungs. I threw back my head and roared, racing toward the front of the house. I was able to tell the single bullet had hit the attacker between the eyes, killing him instantly.

  I swooped down, grabbing his assault rifle before kicking open the front door. Dante and the second assailant were in an intense struggle. Dante reared back, punching the asshole in the gut and breaking the connection just long enough for me to take a kill shot.

  Bam!

  The man’s body went down with a hard thud.

  “Fuck. Me,” Dante hissed, bending over and coughing. “The prick came out of nowhere. Must have broken in through a window.”

  The cat and mouse had been played well, a tactic used by the military.

  “There’s another one of the assholes thirty feet away. Dump his body onto the front porch and find something to barricade the front door with while I sweep the rest of the place.”

  “Will do, boss. I’ll check on the jerk outside, seeing if I can find any identification.”