by J. L. Beck
“I want to claim you where I’ve never claimed you before,” I growl, kissing her fiercely. She tastes like tart apples and cinnamon, and I want to devour her mouth.
“Take me, wherever you want.” She spreads her thighs wide, offering her pretty pink pussy to me. I almost chuckle at how giving she is, and I wonder if she knows what I have in mind.
“Are you sure?” I slip out of my jeans and grip the hem of her panties, ripping them from her body. She licks her lips seductively and reaches for me again, most likely wanting me to comfort her, but that’s not what I want from her tonight. No, I love my Kitten, I love her sweet, gentle, kind as fuck soul, but tonight, I want something deeper from her.
“Please…” she says once more with pleading eyes, and my resolve breaks. With nothing more than the flick of my wrist, I flip her over onto her belly. I listen to the swoosh of air as it leaves her lungs and watch as peers over her shoulder at me. Not an ounce of worry in her blue orbs.
“I’ve had your pussy, Kitten, but I want something else now.” My fingers trail up her back side, and I listen as her breathing turns to heavy pants.
“My ass…” she whispers, and I grin like the bastard that I am.
“Yes, Kitten. I want your puckered little asshole. I want to sink deep inside of it…but before I can do that, I’m going to make you come. I’m going to make you come so hard you’ll beg me to stop.”
And she will, because for this to work perfectly, for her to enjoy this the first time, she’s going to need to be drenched and hanging right on the edge of insanity. Her legs shake as she moves onto her knees, showing her slick slit.
God, she’s fucking dripping with need, and I want to taste her sweet honey so badly. I grip onto the sheets in an effort to control my need, but I don’t need to control myself... not right now.
Releasing the sheets, I move onto the bed, laying down on my back, and smirk as she gives me a confused expression.
“Come here, Kitten.” I grab onto her arm and tug her forward. “I want you to ride my face. Sit that pretty pink slit down on my face and let me eat what is mine.”
Violet visibly gulps but moves over me until her pussy is centered over my face. I lick my lips and grab onto her hips, pulling her down. Holding her in place, I slip my tongue between her folds and flick it against her tight bundle of nerves.
“Oh, god…” she gasps, when I suck her engorged clit into my mouth. I alternate between sucking and flicking my tongue against the little nub. Violet moans, tossing her head back, attempting to grind her hips into my face. I smirk, and then nip at her sensitive clit with my teeth, making her yelp.
“You want to come, you've got to beg. Beg me to let that pretty pussy gush all over my face.”
I growl into her folds, and she leans forward, her eyes closed, her hands clenched.
“Please…” There's a desperation to her voice that sticks to my insides. “Please let me come all over your face.”
I lick her slowly, feasting on her like it’s my last meal. Violet lets out a frustrated moan and pushes her center into my face, making me chuckle against her folds.
“Please, Ivan,” she begs, grinding against my face for even an ounce of friction. She is so eager and the stark contrast between her sweet nature and the dirty little girl she is in bed is the biggest fucking turn on ever. Only I know this about her. Only I get to see her let go, to become wild with need and stop being the sweet innocent girl she is to everybody else.
I loosen my grip on her thighs, letting her move more on top of me while I keep licking and sucking on her clit at an increased pace. I move her up a few inches so I can swirl my tongue around her entrance. I dip inside as deep as I can, and I shudder when I feel her walls clenching around me.
When I see her arch her back, I use that opportunity to hold her hips up more and lick right over that puckered little asshole of hers. She moans as I start swirling my tongue around it, and I already know she is going to enjoy this.
I move back down to her slit, teasing her entrance. By now, she’s a melting mess of need, and I can’t fucking wait to take her tight little ass much longer, but I need her to orgasm first. I move back to her clit and continue to work her there. I snake one of my hands around to her ass, splay my fingers across her smooth skin, and slip between her ass cheeks, finding her tight hole with one of my fingers.
Violet tenses slightly, but she doesn’t stop me, nor does she stop moving her pussy against my face. Her sweet honey drips from her entrance, and I swallow every drop she gives me. With my hand between her ass cheeks, I gently massage her asshole, swirling around the entrance. While I bring her to an orgasm, when her hips start to move uncontrollably, I ease a finger into her ass. I keep my finger there for a moment and then I start to move in and out of her, very slowly, very gently. At the same time, I suck and nip on her clit until she comes hard. I can taste her juices on my tongue and savor every last drop of it.
“Ivan,” she whispers, and I look up at her over her mound. Her eyes are wide, and bright, and she’s taking from me every single thing I give her. She wants this, she wants me, and that makes my fucking heart explode. It makes me crazy with need, with love.
I finger her ass until every last ripple of orgasm has gone through her body. Then I pull out my finger, moving out from underneath her. She whimpers at the loss of contact, and I crawl up onto the bed, centering myself behind her. I nudge her forward, pushing her head down, and her ass up.
“I want you, Kitten. I want you so badly it fucking hurts me.” I take my swollen length into my hand and fist it, stroking it a couple times before I bring it to her pussy. With a growl, I slam into her to the hilt, listening as a hiss of pleasure and pain slips past her lips.
Her pussy quivers around my length as if it knows what’s to come. Dipping a hand between her slick folds, I let her arousal coat my fingers and then I bring them up to her asshole, starting all over again. I massage the tight muscles, moving in and out of her pussy until I feel her legs shaking and her pussy tightening around me.
With two fingers, I move inside her tight ass. She moans, pushing back against my hand as if she’s begging me for more. I smile and stretch her as best I can to accommodate my length. Then I pull completely out of her and bring the head of my swollen cock to her ass.
I nudge her legs further apart and ease forward, gritting my teeth to stop myself from slamming into her. I want her ass, her pussy, her mouth. I want to claim every single part of her with my cock.
“Ivan,” she whimpers just as I slip the head of my cock inside her tight ass.
“Breathe through it, Kitten, nice and deep breathes,” I assure her, running a hand down her spine. Her tiny body shakes, her hands fist the sheets, but she doesn’t ask me to stop, and thank fuck, because I’m not sure I could even if I wanted to.
“Just relax that asshole for me, don’t fight it, just relax and let me in.”
Snaking a hand beneath her, I rub gentle circles against her clit, slipping in another inch.
“Fuck, Kitten, your ass is swallowing every last inch of my cock. How does it feel? How does it feel to be claimed here?”
A deep moan of pleasure rips from her throat, urging me forward and before I realize it, I’m seated deep inside her ass. She squirms against the sheets as if it’s all too much for her tiny body, but I’m not done yet, not even close.
“You’re going to come for me, Kitten, again and again.” I pull out and thrust back into her, making her whimper against the sheets. The sound is music to my ears, and I do it again, this time rougher than the last. When she pushes back against me, I grip onto her hips and fuck her like I want to.
I thrust deep and hard inside her, finding a rhythm that leaves us both breathless.
“Fuck… I’m coming…” Violet moans, and I wish I could see her fucking face right now. See the pleasure wash over her angelic features, see her pink lips part, her eyes close.
“Yes, come for me, Kitten. Give it to me.” I slam my h
ips against her, crushing our bodies together. She owns me; she fucking owns me. Her body shakes, and I force her to stay on her knees with one of my hands as I move in and out of her relentlessly, pushing us both to the brink. Her whole body tightens as she peaks again, squeezing my cock with her tight asshole.
“Shit…” I pant, feeling my balls draw up and a tingling of pleasure shoot down my spine. “Fuck, Kitten…fuck…” I thrust harder and harder, my grip on her bruising as I fill her tight little asshole with every single drop of sticky cum inside of me. I come for what seems like an eternity, my body going rigid against hers as I hold her in place. I don’t want this moment between us to ever fucking end. I just want to hold her in my arms, her body connected to mine for the rest of our lives.
“I love you,” she whispers into the sheets, and I know she means the words. She fucking means them deep down to the depths of her soul. I ease out of her and pull her into my arms, needing to hold her until she is embedded deep inside me.
“I love you, too, Kitten, so fucking much.”
She peers up at me, her eyes dazzling, and when her lips press against mine the rest of the world falls away. When I pull away, her eyes start to drift closed.
“Did I hurt you at all?” The idea of doing so kills me inside. I want her to experience pleasure, and only a little bit of pain.
“No. It was…” She trails off a little bit. “It was actually really pleasurable.” Her pink cheeks give away her embarrassment, but she doesn’t need to be embarrassed, not with me.
“We’ll do it again and each time will be better than the last,” I assure her, holding her as tightly to my chest as I can. The only thing in this world that matters to me is the one person I have cradled in my arms, as long as she’s happy and content I know I will be.
When I look at her, I think of a new beginning. A brand-new chapter, in a completely different book, one I want to write with memories of the two of us.
***
Three weeks pass in a blur, with Roman doing fights every weekend and the parties, it’s hard to remember that we’re in hiding, running from a man who would easily kill us if he got his hands on either of us. Roman and I have only grown closer with the passing days. I don’t think he will ever completely forgive me for what happened with Mira but at least we have a relationship again, other than the one where he hated me, if you could call it a relationship.
I look over at Violet, who is napping beside me on the couch. Having her by my side every day has been amazing and unlike anything I could’ve ever imagined. I hold her when we go to sleep at night, and she is in my arms with me when I wake up. The sex we share seems to bring us closer, strengthening our newfound love.
And while having her and my brother back in my life makes everything seem perfect, it isn’t. Xander Rossi is still breathing down my neck, wanting something. I don’t know exactly what he wants yet, but I am not fond of the thought of giving him anything at all. If he’s anything like his father, it won’t be just a simple exchange.
Violet keeps asking about her sister. She wants to call her or send her some kind of message to let her know that she is okay. I have been trying to avoid the subject at all costs, but she is getting more insistent every day and I don't know how much longer I can keep up the act.
I sigh heavily staring down at her, thinking of the way her face will look when I tell her that her sister is gone. That Rossi killed her. I don’t want to hurt her. Fuck, it’s the very last thing I want to do. I don’t want to ruin how happy we are right now, but there’s no way around it, she’s going to force my hand. She’s going to make me tell her and there won’t be anything I can do to stop the hurt from taking up space in her fragile heart.
Roman walks into the living room, his eyes moving from me and then to Violet as he takes a bite of his sandwich. At first, I worried that Violet and Roman would continue to butt heads, but after he saved her life that night, something changed inside him. It was almost like he saw her as a little sister.
“You can’t avoid Xander forever. He’s not the kind of man you want to cross.”
I roll my eyes at his words. “You say that like you’ve met his father.” I cock a brow.
“I haven’t, no, but I can tell you that Xander’s been far more patient with you than he has with anyone else I know. He’s given you time but if you don’t talk to him, he will come for you, and that’s not something you want to happen.”
Roman doesn’t seem scared, or even concerned really. He just kind of acts nonchalant about the whole thing, like it’s just another damn day in the office when really, it’s not.
“I know,” I growl under my breath. “I just... I need to protect her and getting involved with Xander is going to put her right in the line of gunfire.”
Roman nods as if he understands but he’s never been in love before, he’s never carried his heart in someone else’s body, praying nothing happens to them.
“I don’t even know what exactly he fucking wants from me.” I’m guessing he wants information on his father, since they have been actively trying to kill him for a while, but I don’t know Xander and I’d rather not deal with him at all.
“Only one way to find out, I guess.” Roman shrugs and takes another bite of his sandwich before he strolls out of the room.
Violet stirs beside me and stretches her body with a quiet moan just like a kitten. My Kitten.
“Hey, Sleeping Beauty,” I murmur.
She smiles, crawling over to me, before settling into my lap. “I don’t know why I’ve been so lazy lately. I’m always tired.” She yawns directly in my face, and it’s adorable as hell.
“Don’t worry about it. Sleep all you want as long as you are next to me…or on top of me…or under me, or I’m inside you.” I wiggle my eyebrows at her, feeling my cock harden. I want her, but who am I kidding? I always fucking want her.
“I’m sensing a pattern,” she giggles. “Or maybe I feel lazy because I’m actually being lazy. I really haven't left the house much, not unless it’s to go to the gym with you and Roman or grocery shopping. It’s been a month of hiding. Do you really think they are still looking for us?”
“I don't know, Kitten. Rossi really isn’t the kind of man to just let stuff go. Taking you put a target on my back. He lost money because of me, and then there's the fact that I betrayed him and all of his men. No amount of time is ever going to make him forget what I did. The only way he’ll forget is when he dies, and even then, his men will seek out revenge.”
I already know where Violet is going to go with this, and my mood darkens accordingly. She still doesn’t fucking get it. She doesn’t understand, and I don’t know how to explain it to her without hurting her, without destroying everything we have built.
She sticks her chin out, and her blue eyes flicker with defiance. “I won’t stay here in this house forever, Ivan. I want to be a normal person, start school like I was supposed to, maybe even get a job and I want to talk to my sister.”
There it is. No matter how much I push the subject away, she always brings it back up. Everything starts and ends with her sister. I can’t take it any longer. I can’t continue to lie to her.
“Violet, let it go… please.” I pick her up and place her onto the couch and stand, feeling too much tension to remain sitting.
“Ivan, I just want to talk to her. I’m not asking to drive up to her place and ring the doorbell. I just want to talk. I could call from a payphone or something if that makes it any better. I mean, you act like you’re hiding something. Are you hiding something?” Her eyes pierce mine, judgment and uncertainty reflecting back at me. Lying to her is killing me, eating away at my heart.
“Violet, you can’t call her, okay? I’m not going to have this fucking conversation with you every day.” I try to ignore her questioning me, procrastinating the inevitable, but I know she is not stupid. God, no, she is so fucking smart and kind, and every day I’m reminded of how she couldn’t belong to me.
“Why not? I
van, tell me! Why can’t I call her? You obviously know something I don’t, so spill, tell me, because all you do is tell me no, you can’t, but you never really give me a real reason. So, tell me, Ivan. Why can’t I call her?” She pushes from the couch and presses a finger into my chest. She’s angry, and me being here, telling her what I’m about to tell her, is only going to be gasoline on an already burning inferno. My nostrils flare, and I clench my fists at my sides. I want to destroy this fucking room.
“You can’t fucking call her because there is no one to call.”
She gives me a confused look. “What do you mean, there is no one to call? She’s my fucking sister, Ivan. She’ll answer if I call her. She’s all I have left.”
I clench my jaw, really, really, really not wanting to tell her what I’m about to.
“Don’t make me do this, Violet.”
“Do what? Tell me the truth. Make you actually come clean about whatever it is you know?” She’s seething now, and I so badly want to go back to how we were just a short time ago, with her in my lap, that sweet smile on her plump lips.
“Tell me.” She slaps a hand to my chest, making the organ inside ache.
“Violet,” I warn.
“Tell me, Ivan. Tell me now.” She speaks through clenched teeth, and I can’t stop the pain. I can’t stop the words from coming out.
“She’s dead, Violet. She’s fucking dead, are you happy now?” My words are coated in venom. I’m angry, angry that she made me tell her, made me hurt her.
Violet stills. She doesn't look shocked or sad or even mad at me. She just looks like she is frozen in time. She is so still, I don’t think she is even breathing. The silence between us stretches on, and I worry that she may be having some kind of mental breakdown.
“You are lying,” she says, her voice flat and without emotion. “It’s not true. She is not dead. I would know. I would feel it in my heart if she were dead.”
“I’m sorry, Violet, but it’s true. She is dead.”
