by Stone, Piper
“I have sources, Stephanie, people who owe me favors.”
“And the weapon?”
“A necessity.”
She shivered visibly, fingering the clothes as she walked toward the bottle of booze, pouring a glass without ice.
Then she walked toward the window, staring out at the night sky. “I’ve never been to Nags Head. Shame it’s not under better circumstances.”
“We can always return one day. We’re still supposed to be on our honeymoon.”
“So you think we’re safe at least for now?”
I could see her tense reflection in the window. “Randolph wouldn’t fuck with me.”
She offered a slight chuckle. “You have a way with people.”
“It’s necessary and I think you now know why.”
“Yes, and that terrifies me even more. You terrify me, Christian.”
I reached out, immediately pulling my hand away. “You mentioned you remembered the day on the boat all those years ago.”
This time, she sighed and leaned her head against the glass. “I guess the trauma of being in the same situation fired up the memory. I remembered the explosion, could hear the people screaming seconds before I was tossed into the water. I’d never been a strong swimmer, likely from being sick for so long but I fought. I wanted to survive. I’ll never forget the feeling of being dragged under, the current so damn strong. I tried desperately to get to the surface, only to be pulled down again. When I felt arms around me, I’d lost all strength.”
“I was standing on the beach, the rest of the party members surrounding the pool or inside. When the explosion occurred, I reacted. I’d watched you board, had wanted to go with you, but I knew that wouldn’t sit well with my father. So I hung back. I dove into the water thinking only of you.”
She turned, a slight smile crossing her face. “You really do care about me.”
The question was one I’d faced several times. “From the day I met you but that moment in time was different, pulling the anger and frustration from being told what to do into the forefront. I knew you were being targeted, my instincts screaming that you were going to die.”
“And you risked your life to save me.”
I nodded, unable to find the right words in order to tell her just how much she meant to me. “Look, we should probably get something to eat.”
“Didn’t you call room service?” she asked, sidestepping me until she was able to set her glass next to mine.
“Not yet. Are you hungry?”
“How’s your shoulder?”
I noticed a slight smirk on her face. I rubbed the area then moved my arm in a circle. “I’m fine. Why?”
She inched even closer. “I’m very hungry, but not for food.”
I watched as she tugged the end of the towel from the makeshift wrap, allowing the material to fall to the floor.
There were no words to describe the way my body reacted, the gift she was giving me one I would have never expected. Even with the brazen electricity crackling between us, I hadn’t been certain she could ever truly care for a beast like me, especially after almost losing her life once again.
The growl emitted from my throat was nothing but from a true savage, a man whose hunger would not be denied. I gripped both sides of her face, using just enough force to draw her onto her tiptoes, allowing my hot breath to cascade across her cheeks and mouth.
Her breath skipping, she gripped my hands, arching her back as she tilted forward. “Christian.”
I lowered my head, taking my time to savor the moment, the way she felt in my arms.
So alive.
So amazing.
So beautiful.
As I captured her mouth, I held our lips together, savoring the hint of bourbon and the scent of her feminine wiles. I knew she was wet, could tell she was aroused by her hardened nipples. After allowing just the tips of our tongues to swirl back and forth, I dragged her into the heat of my body. The crush of her breasts against my chest was far too enticing, my cock throbbing from intense desire.
She undulated her hips, grinding against me until the friction was almost too much to bear. With tender loving care, she danced her fingers up along my collarbone, intertwining them in my damp hair. I heard the slight moan, one full of her own longing.
I crawled my hand down her back, brushing the tips down the length of her spine, her body quivering from the touch. When I cupped her bottom, she threw her leg around mine, leaning even further in. The kiss became a manic roar, the passion exploding between us. The joy of exploring the dark recesses of her mouth was simplistic and beautiful.
But my brutal desires knew no bounds.
I dominated her tongue, drinking in her amazing essence until I could stand it no more. When I broke the intimacy, she slid one hand between us, fumbling to unfasten the button, a slight laugh pushing past her lips. “Shame you don’t have a belt.”
Her comment was refreshing, allowing me to laugh, the tension easing. “Are you asking for a spanking, little girl?”
“Well, let’s just say I know I’m disobedient.” After giving a hard yank on the zipper, she peeled away the edges, the rough material slickened against my body.
“Yes, you are.”
Purring, she dropped to her knees, tugging several times before she was able to slide the jeans past my hips, slowly maneuvering them to the floor. She lifted first one foot then the other, tossing the unwanted wet mess, immediately blowing across my cock and balls.
“Jesus.” The sensations were dazzling, leaving spots floating in front of my eyes.
Stephanie repeated the action, daring to tilt her head, giving me a mischievous look.
I clenched my fists, trying to allow her time to play even as my heart pounded against my chest. When she darted her tongue across my sensitive slit only once, I fisted her hair, unable to control my brutal needs.
She licked around my cockhead, still taking her time, issuing soft mews before engulfing just the tip. The moment she used her strong jaw muscles, sucking with fervor, I thought I was going to lose it.
“Damn, woman. You make me crazy.”
Without hesitation, she slipped her hand between my legs, fondling then squeezing my balls. The touch felt like white-hot lightning pulsing through my veins, searing every nerve ending. She alternated between rolling them in her fingers then pulsing them in her palm, the effect leaving me breathless.
I wound my fingers in her hair, taking deep breaths as my vision began to cloud. “Suck me. All of me.”
“Yes, sir, but only when I decide.” Her voice nothing but seductive, she wrapped one hand around the base of my cock, twisting and turning her hand. Now I had difficulty seeing, the deep breaths scattered. She dragged her tongue down the underside of my cock and back up as she stroked, her hand meeting her mouth.
When her hot little mouth wrapped around one of my balls, I was forced to grip her shoulder as I rolled onto the balls of my feet. “God, yes. Fuck...” I could barely swallow as she sucked, using just enough pressure to force another round of adrenaline through every cell and muscle. Then she moved to the other, sliding her wet tongue around and around in lazy circles.
Nothing could feel as incredible as her mouth. I yanked on her head until she licked back up my cock.
“You’re insatiable,” she whispered, blowing more hot air up and down my shaft.
“You have no idea. Suck. Me.”
She purred then obeyed my command, taking me down an inch at a time, her tongue swirling back and forth.
I was stunned at the searing electricity, the rapid beating of my heart. I placed my other hand on her face, holding her in position, trying to calm the raging beast. Then I began to fuck her mouth, driving in savage plunges, enjoying the sounds of her lips against my skin. Even the slight gag as she managed to take every inch was fucking hot. I wanted to fill her mouth, splash hot cum across every inch of her body.
I wanted to devour her, leaving her wet and sated, begging for more.
I wanted to own her more today than ever before, my obsession like rocket fuel.
She rubbed her hands up and down my legs, relinquishing control, allowing me to face fuck her with wild abandon.
There was no stopping me, no sense of urgency, at least not yet.
Until the tip hit the back of her throat, her lower lips pressing against my balls.
Until my heart rate began to increase.
Until I longed to shove my cock in her tight hole.
I pumped in ravaging actions for another few seconds, finally pushing on her shoulders and taking one staggered step backward. I rubbed my hand across my mouth, trying to calm my heart rate.
She tilted her head from side to side, pouting her lips and batting her eyelashes. She truly had no understanding how stilling she was, able to break through every barrier, clawing at the monster. I slid my hands under her arms, swiftly dragging her over my lap and easing down on the edge of the bed.
“What are you doing?” she squealed.
“Giving you what you asked for.” I caressed her rounded bottom, sliding my index finger up and down the crack of her ass. “You do have difficulty staying out of trouble.”
“Oh! You’re mean.”
“No, sweetheart. Just protective. More than you can imagine.” My mind clouded for a few seconds, remembering the terror in not being able to find her in the water. The explosion had been horrific, pitching us a solid thirty feet into the ocean, flames all around us.
Whoever had rigged the yacht had intended on leaving on the lifeboat. The moment I’d seen her floating face down in the water, I’d issued a series of bellows, prepared to sell what was left of my soul to the devil if she was alive. Now to have her safely in my arms was amazing.
The promise had been fulfilled, the devil could have his due, but not before I went hunting.
When Stephanie wiggled, dragging me back to reality, I smacked both ass cheeks, moving from one side to the other.
Her moans were out of pleasure, not pain.
I issued four more in rapid succession, the swats hard and fast.
“Oh, God. Ouch!” She kicked out, almost able to get out from under my hold.
I swung my leg over hers, yanking her closer and sliding my fingers between her legs. “You know what I’ve told you. Good girls receive pure ecstasy. Bad girls get nothing but a red bottom and time spent in the corner.”
I heard her ragged breathing, could feel her wetness against my skin. My mouth was dry, my thirst needing to be quenched.
“Yes, sir.” Her cry was muffled, one hand bunching around the comforter.
I peppered her bottom with hard smacks, enjoying the sting as well as the heat created in my hand. The redness sliding across her skin was beautiful in my mind, further fueling all my wicked thoughts, the dark and nasty proclivities. My breath remained short as I spanked her long and hard, my hand moving swiftly, the jiggle of her ass cheeks giving me a smile.
She whimpered, still struggling, still wriggling her sweet pussy against my cock. The girl knew what she was doing to me.
I stopped long enough to brush my knuckles across her heated skin then dragged my finger between her ass cheeks and thrust it inside her molten pussy.
Her moan was stifled yet loud enough to fuel my passion. “You’re wet, little girl. Do you hunger for my cock shoved into that tight little pussy of yours?”
“Yes. God, yes.”
I added a second then third finger, pumping in rapid motions. “And you’re going to be good, following every order I give you?”
Her hesitation was met with another series of savage smacks before thrusting four fingers deep inside, her juice covering my long digits. I was shaking, blood pumping wildly throughout every cell and vein, one foot tapping against the floor.
“Are you?”
“Yes... sir... I...” Her voice trailed off, her words even more muffled, strained to nothing more than a whisper. She attempted to open her legs wider, taking gasping breaths.
I had the distinct feeling she was close to coming.
I smacked her again and again, the heat building across her skin blossoming into a cherry red. Just having her naked body draped across me was pure sin. When I knew she’d had enough, or perhaps my needs were entirely too strong, I dragged her onto my lap.
Her eyes were closed as she slid her arms around my neck, nuzzling into me. The moment of closeness was cathartic. There were so many things I wanted to say, promises of protection and a life spent enjoying travels and building a family.
But I had no idea where this was going, the realization that both our families might have orchestrated our deaths weighing heavily on my mind. There was just something I was missing. My usual enemies were easy to read, their greed and sheer desperation for power causing them to make mistakes. This time, everything had been done in secrecy.
Just like the sect had always handled their business.
And we were nothing more than a commodity, a way of creating additional wealth.
I closed my eyes briefly, trying to shove aside the breath-stealing demons. I was the only man to fix this. The thought was daunting.
“Mmm...” she murmured, pressing kisses along my neck. “I want you.”
“Are you certain? There’s no going back, no way I’ll ever let you go.”
She eased back, studying me for a few seconds. “Then don’t.” The same seductive smile on her face, she crawled onto the bed, straddling my hips. “Fuck me instead.”
The offer wasn’t one I was going to pass up. I lifted her hips, positioning my cock until the tip pushed past her slickened folds. “I’m not going to be gentle. I’m far too hungry.”
“Then don’t. I’m not fragile. I never was.”
Her words were chilling, the strong girl who’d turned into a formidable woman. She would make an amazing mother one day. I was forced to shove back the ugly thoughts once again, knowing that our chances would be slim. I’d never wanted a child, had never pretended to give a damn. With her, I wanted the world.
I yanked her down, filling her completely, her moans filtering into my ears. The electric sensations were combustible, keeping the adrenaline flowing, the magic between us increasing.
While she tilted back her head at first, arching her back, a slight snap and she stared into my eyes, never blinking. She was looking right through me, shoving her way past the remaining armor, finding my blackened soul. I’d never wanted her to see the beast, the man who no one could love, but she’d found a way.
I held her, my hand wrapped around her neck as she rode me, shifting up and down, rocking harder and faster.
Growling, the tone nothing short of barbaric, I used the power of my upper thighs, meeting every hard thrust with one of my own. The way her pussy muscles clamped around me was incredible, my heart racing.
“Uh. Um...” She laughed nervously, finally closing her eyes, a light sheen covering her face.
“Do you want to come for me, baby?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Wait. You need to wait until I tell you.”
Stephanie bit her lower lip, her nails digging into the skin of my neck before raking them down my back.
Another round of intense sensations, another moment my balls were ready to explode, but I wanted this to last. The closeness. The comfort.
The sheer joy.
Panting, she rocked her hips, switching the angle then leaning all the way back, knowing I would keep her from falling. “Oh, God. Oh. My. God.”
“That’s it. Hold on, baby. Just hold on.” She did as she was told, biting back moans until she could hold back no longer. The bedraggled scream was like sweet music, the vibrations jetting all the way to the balls of my feet. “Come for me, sweetheart. Come.”
She whimpered, her body tensing.
“I said. Come!”
The way her muscles clenched, her body shaking, dragged the beast from his cage. I held her as the climax raced into her system, her mouth opening in a perfec
t ‘O,’ her cheeks rosy from the moment.
“Oh. My... Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh!” Jerking up once again, she quivered in my lap, her mouth twisting as another orgasm raced from the pits of her system.
She was wet. God damn, the woman was hot as a firecracker. I continued pumping, finally slowing only when she dropped her head against my shoulder.
“Amazing,” she managed.
“I’m not finished yet.” My tone was husky, the desire too much to deal with. With her body still wrapped around mine, I picked her up, moving straight toward the door leading out onto the balcony. While we were on the sixth floor and facing the ocean, the thrill of the ocean breezes and the chill in the air was invigorating.
She laughed softly when I eased her onto her feet, pushing her immediately against the railing. “What are you... doing?”
“Taking you my way. We almost died out there, but the ocean and the wind are the breath of life. Water, the key to everything amazing.”
“I...” She sank against me, still trembling.
I rubbed my hands down both arms, licking then biting down on her neck. “Nothing will happen to you as long as I live.”
“Mmm... I believe that.”
I pressed my hand against her thigh, rubbing my knuckles back and forth, the same way I was sliding my aching cock against her bruised ass. The heat generated was powerful, the intimacy unlike anything we’d experienced before. “I’m going to fuck that tight ass of yours.”
“Yes. Please. Sir.”
I pointed down toward the beach, showing her the few people scattered along the shoreline. “Imagine if they can see us.”
“I... I like it.”
I bit down on her neck again before shifting my cock between her ass cheeks. She seemed eager, trusting, her hands firmly gripping the iron railing.
I kicked her legs apart, pulling her hips backward then sliding the tip of my cock just inside. “Fuck. Everything about you is perfect. Tight. Hot. Wet.”
She moaned, allowing the sound to float into the breeze, mixing with the lapping waves. The early afternoon light was hazy, the sun overtaken by a series of high clouds. Even though the entire setting was serene, even inviting, another round of damage had been done to her psyche.
