Gently, I shifted her leg up, positioning her pussy on my long, drawn-out cock. I stroked it a few times as she slid her heat on it and waited until she whimpered before placing it at her entrance. Her lips parted, her hot breath at my neck, and she wriggled, slowly sliding herself on me, consuming my dick. Lifting my hips slightly, I seated her fully down on me. I lay still, enjoying being buried inside of her before taking her completely. Her pussy pulsed around me, sucking me in as her breaths hitched while she unconsciously ground down on my lap. She was so damn needy, without a care in the world she gave herself to me over and over again.
I lifted my hips further, gently moving her onto her back, and spreading her legs, I plunged. The thrust shook her body, and her eyes flew open. A whispered yes left her lips while her hips danced on my rippling cock. She cried out as I licked her delicate neck, biting her shoulder. Our limbs tangled as I turned over, propping her onto my lap.
“Such a needy thing, I want to watch as you fuck yourself. Bounce those pretty tits for me, Rose.”
Moaning, she threw her head back and started to slowly ride me. She liked taking her time, squeezing me just how I liked it. I spanked her and she threw her head forward, her eyes focused on mine as she began to fuck me harder. Spreading her curvy cheeks apart, she leaned into me, her breasts hovering over my mouth as I guided her on my dick. Her juicy pussy obscenely dripping her cream down my balls.
“You like getting me dirty, don’t you Baby Girl?”
“Yesss,” she hissed above me as I took one of those succulent breasts in my mouth. Rolling that sweet pebble on my tongue.
“Fuck me, Jake,” she whimpered as I raised my hips, holding her in place as I fucked up into her sweet depths. The lewd sounds of our sex drove her crazy with pleasure, and I profusely enjoyed taking away all her will.
I couldn’t get enough of my innocent flower, the way her body became mine was an insatiable desire that wouldn’t cease to exist. As long as she had me, she would do whatever she could to bury me inside of her, and I was more than happy to die there, between her thick thighs.
“Oh, God.”
I spanked her again, loving how her pussy reacted to punishment. “I’m no god, Baby, I’m your monster.”
“Ohhh, yes you are,” she breathed in my ear. “My deliciously wicked monster.”
She cried out as I dipped a finger into her asshole, her pussy tightening on me. “This monster is going to teach you a lesson,”
“Teach me,” she breathed, those hips rotating incessantly on my cock.
“You want to cum?”
“Yes, Baby,” she moaned for me.
“That dirty pussy getting heated for me.”
“Yes,” her whimper drove me crazy as I gripped her waist, my fingers driving into her as I lifted my hips, driving my cock forward. I slammed into her hard, owning every entrance and relishing in her shout of pleasure as her orgasm plunged her into a lust-filled afterglow.
My hot semen flooded her depths and her eager pussy sucked on it sweetly as she lay her head near my neck. Her breaths were a series of worn-out whimpers and trembling sighs.
Fuck, how I loved to hear her sound out her pleasure. It was a tempting melodic symphony that had me wanting to replay it over and over.
“I missed you.” She kissed my chin and I chuckled, slapping her ass as her pussy continued to pulse on me.
“You belong on my cock, you know that,”
“Mmhmm,” she moaned and curled up into me.
Stretching out on the bed, I propped my hands up behind my head and smiled. My life wasn't perfect, neither was I. My hands were stained with death, and coldly calculated blood runs through my veins. I'd say I regret becoming what I am, but I don’t. The last few months have taught me that my skills would be used with a purpose. A purpose to discard the world of its sins.
Leaning down, I kissed my love’s forehead, my heart finally feeling complete.
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THE SOUND OF SILENCE
A Novel by Dakota Willink
THE SOUND OF SILENCE
by Dakota Willink
There’s a common expression I remind myself of every day: that which does not kill us, makes us stronger. People think I live an idyllic life with my perfect husband, but they don’t know what lies beneath the facade. I’ve learned to accept what is, but I wont let it destroy me. Instead, I do the only thing I can to survive—I run.
TRIGGER WARNING:
This story contains situations of domestic violence and abuse.
Some aspects may be sensitive for some readers.
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Part 1: Boy Meets Girl
Cincinnati, Ohio
I slid my palms over my black apron, smearing the sticky remnants of vermouth over the gold, embroidered Teddy’s Tavern logo. I surveyed the long row of customers sitting at the polished mahogany bar. Most were dressed in business attire, having just come from work to hit a happy hour. They chatted away with their colleagues, all seemingly satisfied—for now. It wouldn’t be long before I was flagged down to make another martini.
“Gia!” Theodore Reeves, also known as Teddy, called out to me from the door leading to the kitchen. “Nat is swamped since the new girl called in. Can you do a sweep of the tables over in section A?”
I glanced over at Natalia, my co-worker and best friend. She definitely looked frazzled.
“On it, Teddy,” I replied with a little salute.
“Thanks, doll. It’s impossible to find good help these days.”
I moved around to the end of the bar and waved him off.
“Come on now. You know they all can’t be perfect like me,” I joked as I headed over to my friend. When Natalia saw me, I watched her shoulders visibly sag with relief. “What can I help you with?”
“Table seven and nine need drink refills. Table five’s food should be ready in the kitchen. Take your pick. Grab the drinks or get the food,” she said in a rush. A strand of jet-black hair fell loose from her ponytail and she hastily tucked it behind her ear.
“I’ll get the drinks. That way I can keep an eye on the bar customers too,” I suggested.
“Good idea. I can’t believe how slammed we are today! With the Bunbury Musical Festival going on, I thought it would be slower.”
I cocked one eyebrow and leaned in closer to her so I wasn’t overheard by any of the patrons.
“Seriously, Nat? What you see here is Cincinnati’s most prestigious yuppie crowd. Do you honestly think any of them would be going to see Fall Out Boy or Sublime?”
She smirked, then pinched up her face like she was trying to picture it.
“No, I suppose you’re right. I can’t imagine this swanky bunch anywhere near a mosh pit.”
I laughed, pat her on the shoulder, then headed in the direction of the tables needing drink refills.
Five hours later, the restaurant had cleared out and there were only a few stragglers left at the bar. I leaned on the back counter watching Natalia as she counted our tips for the night. She handed me a stack of cash totaling six hundred dollars.
“Good night for tips,” I mused and grabbed my purse from underneath the bar. Separating the money, I put half in my wallet and the rest into a worn, tattered white envelope. After I put my purse back under the counter, I glanced up to see Natalia staring at me with a sad look on her face.
“What?” I asked.
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�How much more before your mom’s bills are paid off?” she asked quietly.
Emotion scorched my throat and I tried to ignore the stab of pain I felt whenever I was reminded of my mother. Natalia was referring to the credit card debt I racked up trying to help my mother pay for the prescription drugs she needed to survive the death grip cancer had ensnared her in. She had decent health insurance, but sometimes it wasn’t enough. At the end of the day, nothing I did mattered. No amount of money spent was enough to save her. I lost her to ovarian cancer nearly a year ago and I still missed her something fierce. Unfortunately, the small life insurance policy she had was only enough to cover the burial expenses and I was stuck paying off the mountain of credit card debt.
“I only owe another few thousand,” I said with a shrug. Four thousand two hundred ninety-eight to be exact. But who was counting?
“After they’re paid, what comes next?”
I pursed my lips and contemplated her question. I knew what she was asking. Both of us frequently talked about our bucket lists and all the things we wanted to accomplish before we turned thirty. The only thing holding me back from scratching things off my list was the credit card debt. Once that was paid, I could begin to really live my life for the first time.
“I know we talked about traveling but I think I want to go to college first,” I blurted out.
“College? You’ve never mentioned that before.”
“Yeah, well… the money might be good, but I don’t want to work here forever.”
“Hey, I heard that!” shouted Teddy. “What’s wrong with being a lifer?”
I looked up to see him sitting at a table near the far side of the restaurant with Ben Santos, the unofficial bouncer at Teddy’s Tavern. The stack of leather-bound books in front of Teddy told me he was tallying up the weekly numbers. He winked at me and I smiled.
“Being a lifer means I won’t be able to take a month off to backpack across Europe. Mark my words—I will do that one day. But,” I drawled out in a teasing voice, “Maybe I’ll stick around part-time just for you, old man.”
Ben snorted a laugh which earned him a scowl from Teddy.
“This place wouldn’t be the same without you,” Teddy grumbled.
“And what about me?” Natalia asked accusingly.
“Alright, you too,” Teddy begrudgingly admitted, but we could tell it was in jest. “You girls keep this place running like a well-oiled machine. The customers love you too.”
I was about to respond but the sound of a glass being slammed down on the bar stopped me.
“Hey, if you can wrap it up anytime soon, I need another drink down here!” yelled a man sitting about five stools down to my left.
I straightened quickly and immediately headed his way. He was scowling, but I simply plastered a sweet smile on my face and reached for his glass—which I had literally just filled ten minutes before. I tossed Ben a sideways glance to signal we might need to keep an eye on the guy.
“Sorry to keep you waiting, sir. Another Jameson? Neat, right?”
“That’s right,” he confirmed, watching me through narrowed eyes. The guy wasn’t a regular customer, of that I was sure. Nor did this seem like a place he’d frequent. Almost everyone who came to the upscale tavern looked like they just stepped off the pages of a Nordstrom catalogue. The five-star restaurant reeked of class, but not this guy. He was sloppy in an unbuttoned plaid flannel with a faded concert tee underneath. His hair was a mess and he desperately needed a shave. Still, he was handsome in a rugged sort of way.
I grabbed a napkin, placed the drink on top of it, and slid it across the bar to him. I was about to ask if he needed anything else when he grabbed hold of my wrist. I tried to tug my hand free, but he held firm as his gaze roamed up and down my body. I fought the urge to roll my eyes. When you worked behind a bar, getting hit on by guys who overindulged in their booze tended to be a nightly occurrence. Nine out of ten times, the best thing to do was kill them with kindness and move along.
“Would you like something to eat? The kitchen is technically closed, but I’m sure I can get the cook to throw something together for you,” I told him with a sugary sweet smile on my face.
“I don’t want nothin’ to eat,” he slurred. “I heard the customers here love you. I can see why. What’s not to love about that tight little ass of yours? Gia, that’s your name, right?”
The smile I’d plastered on fell. When my strategy of killing them with kindness didn’t work, a blunter approach never failed.
“Gianna, actually. Only my friends call me Gia,” I pointed out, making it clear he was very much not my friend. When I tried to pull my hand away again, he only squeezed tighter. I took in his glassy eyes and a chill raced down my spine. He most likely started drinking well before he wandered into Teddy’s and he was giving me a serious case of the creeps. “Sir, please let go of me.”
“I don’t wanna,” he sneered.
Everything happened so fast, yet unfolded like a slow-motion video replay at the same time. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Ben jump from his chair. Before he could get to the creepy guy, another man with dark, wavy hair abruptly stood up. He’d been sitting quietly two stools down and I’d nearly forgotten he was even there. The dark-haired man grabbed the drunk guy by the front of his scruffy t-shirt and spun him around.
“The lady said let go of her,” the man growled.
Startled, my very drunk customer swayed slightly as he put both hands up in the air.
“What the fuck, man! I was only jokin’ around with her.”
“Take your jokes elsewhere. They aren’t funny here.”
I saw Ben slowly moving toward the two men, braced for a potential altercation. Teddy wasn’t far behind him, both looking like mountain lions stalking their prey.
“You heard the man. Take your jokes elsewhere,” Ben reiterated, stepping between the two men in an attempt to defuse things in a non-violent way. The entire situation was bizarre. Altercations like this just didn’t happen at Teddy’s Tavern.
His glazed eyes landed sluggishly on each of the men surrounding him. Then he looked at me, scowled, and took a step back.
“Alright, alright. I get your point. I’m goin’,” he said. Without another word, he not-so-gracefully sauntered out of the tavern, defiantly tipping over every empty chair he passed on his way to the door.
“Asshole,” Natalia muttered.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have interfered like that. It’s instinct I guess,” said the dark-haired man. I turned my attention back to him and watched as he pulled out his wallet to flash a shiny badge at me. Apparently, my rescuer wasn’t just a nice guy—he was a cop too.
I shook my head and rubbed my wrist.
“No, it’s okay. I’m just glad he left before things escalated. Um… thank you for your help,” I said with a small shrug. “How about a drink? On the house,” I offered.
“Maybe another time. I need to get going,” he said. Reaching into the pocket of the leather tri-fold wallet, he tossed a fifty on the table. “That piece of shit didn’t pay for his drinks, but that should cover it. Enjoy the rest of your night, Gianna.”
I paused at the way my name sounded coming from his lips. I knew he must have heard the conversation I had with the drunk asshole, but there was just something about the way it rolled off his tongue that made me flush. I took another look at my rescuer. He was attractive—very attractive actually. With all the commotion, I hadn’t taken a moment to appreciate his sculpted cheekbones and full mouth. He appeared older than me but still had a youthful look that made me think he wasn’t more than thirty. His eyes were a deep brown, nearly matching the dark waves on his head. His crisp white shirt stretched over the wide span of his shoulders, tapering down to tuck into the trim waistline of his khaki pants.
He flashed a crooked grin, completely captivating me. Whether he knew it or not, he was charming—but not in an obvious sort of way. He started to walk away, but I impulsively called out to him.
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br /> “Wait! I don’t know your name!”
He glanced over his shoulder and afforded me another sexy, crooked smile.
“It’s Ethan. Ethan Walker. Maybe I’ll see you around, Gianna.”
Then… he left.
As soon as the taverns door closed behind him, Natalia pounced.
“Gia, oh my God! That guy was fucking gorgeous! And he’s clearly into you!”
“Nat!” Teddy hissed. “Keep your voice down. There are still customers here.”
“Sorry,” she whispered and grabbed my arm. “Gianna Valentini! For crying out loud! He’s a hot cop! You need to go after him. You’d be crazy if you didn’t.”
“Go after him? And say what?” I asked, the flush I felt a few moments before deepening.
“I don’t know. Ask him out for coffee or something!”
I stared at her, then looked back at the front door. He was probably long gone by now.
But if he wasn’t…
I hadn’t dated in over four years. College wasn’t the only thing I missed out on—dating was another. My mother’s illness didn’t allow me any time for it. I was probably the most inexperience twenty-four-year-old on the planet as a result. I had no idea how to ask a guy out. Well, maybe I did, but I was incredibly rusty.
Natalia was persistent, shoving me in the direction of the door with repeated statements about how this would be good for me. Perhaps she was right and I should go after him. I needed to start moving forward with my life. Life is about the living after all. Finally, I turned my head toward Natalia and grinned.
“Wish me luck!”
“Luck!” I heard her say as I hurried to catch up with him.
I pushed open the front door of the tavern and looked around. A few cars whizzed by, breaking through the silent night air. Other than that, all was quiet. He was nowhere to be found. My shoulders slumped, suddenly awash with disappointment over missing my chance at a real date in years.
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