by Lola StVil
I was so scared, so sure he was going to rape me, and when he turned from me, I ran to the end of the car and stayed there, my hands pressed on the hood to stop my knees from buckling. Even in the state I was in, it kind of pissed me off that Franklin wouldn’t hear a no from me, but when it came from Falcon, he heard it loud and clear, and begged for his forgiveness.
I wonder vaguely how Falcon knew I was even here. The answer comes to me quickly. He followed us. That’s why he wanted me to text him the details of the sales call. He never trusted Franklin, and now, I can see he was right not to.
I know I should be annoyed that he followed me. Talk about overbearing. But how can I be annoyed when he saved me from who knows what? How can I be annoyed that my husband loves me enough to always want to protect me?
I can’t. As much as I want to be mad at him, I’m not. I actually find it kind of hot that he’s so protective of me, that he shows me every day that I am truly his. I feel a rush of love for Falcon as I think about how he was always watching out for me, even when I pushed him away.
But he’s going too far. He’s going to kill Franklin, like literally kill him, unless I make him stop. I’m not particularly worried about Franklin. He deserves everything he gets. But I am worried about Falcon. I’m concerned about what will happen to him if he goes too far.
I scream Falcon’s name, but it’s like he’s in his own little world, like he can’t hear me. The red mist has descended over him, and the only way I will get him to stop is to stop him physically. I keep screaming his name, but I know it’s useless.
I remember during his fighting career, he would go into a trance-like state, a place he called the red mist. He wouldn’t stop beating a guy who was still on his feet, even when it was clear he’d won the fight. Many times, his trainer had to jump into the ring and pull him away. Sometimes, Falcon recognized him and stopped. Other times, his trainer took a fist to the face before Falcon came back to himself.
That could happen to me, but it is a risk I’m going to have to take if I want this to stop. I rush to Falcon’s side as he pulls his fist back again. Franklin stands before him, barely conscious, swaying on his feet. His nose and mouth are a bloody mess, and both of his eyes are swollen shut.
I grab Falcon’s arm, and he swings away from Franklin, turning on me. He knows it’s me right away, his fist falling to his side, but the look of raw aggression stays in place.
“That’s enough, Falcon. You’re going to kill him,” I say, hoping he will hear me, really hear me, and pull himself back. “You’re going too far.”
He shakes his head.
“I’m in control, Elle. I plan to kill the fucker for what he’s done to you,” he says.
His tone is cold, but he’s completely in control. The red mist hasn’t taken him. It’s him here with me, and he knows exactly what he’s doing. I can’t let him do this. I have to find a way to make him stop.
“No,” I beg him. “Please don’t do that. I need you with me, Falcon, not rotting away in a prison cell. Don’t let him ruin what we have together. Please.”
I can hear the tears in my voice as I plead with him.
“Please,” I say again quietly. “Choose me, Falcon. Choose loving me over getting revenge on him.”
The tension leaves his body, and he relaxes. He nods, reaches out, and touches my face.
“Okay,” he says. “Okay.”
He turns away from me and turns back to Franklin.
“You are fucking lucky that I love my wife far more than I hate you,” he says. “The beating you just got? That was for her, but it wasn’t just for her. It was for Tracey Hanlon, Laura Marriot, Jenna Cunningham, and every other woman your dirty fucking hands have been on.”
Franklin blinks slowly at him. He’s still on the verge of flaking out, but I see the recognition in his eyes as Falcon says the names to him. The names of some of the other women he’s done this to. The women Falcon warned me about, and I dismissed.
“I need you to know two things,” Falcon says. “If the police come to my door with any questions about what happened here today, I’ll make sure you can’t talk anymore. And if I hear so much as a whisper of you doing this shit to anyone else, I swear I’ll kill you. See, Elle is upset right now, so I’m being the bigger man and walking away, but she won’t always be here. Don’t fucking test me on this. You got it?”
Franklin nods miserably.
“Fucking say it,” Falcon shouts.
“I hear you,” Franklin says.
“Good,” Falcon snaps.
He turns to me. “Let’s get out of here,” he says.
I nod, but before I begin to follow him down the dirt road, I turn back to Franklin.
“I should thank you really. You’ve shown me two things. I am capable of anything I put my mind to, and my marriage is strong enough to overcome anything.”
I move closer, aware that Falcon has stopped and is watching me. It won’t take much to set him off again, but I have to finish this. I spit in Franklin’s face.
“You fucking disgust me,” I hiss. “Oh, and by the way, I quit. I will expect my full severance package to be actioned tomorrow.”
Franklin nods again. I don’t think he’ll fight me on it. And I don’t think he’ll ever pull this shit with another woman again. He looks wholly deflated, a different person entirely to the brash, confident man I met at my interview. Good.
I turn back to Falcon, and he holds his hand out to me. As I slip my fingers into his, I feel it. That spark that I always felt whenever he touched me. He walks me briskly away from Franklin and to the end of the road where his car is parked.
“Do you have to go straight back to the office?” I ask as he digs in his pocket for his car keys.
He shakes his head.
“No, but you don’t have to be afraid, Elle. He—”
He trails off as he looks up and catches my eye. I know the desire I feel, the hunger for him, is written all over my face. He looks at me for a moment, and I see that desire reflected on his face. He is looking at me like he used to, how he looked at me before he threw me down on the bed and ravished me.
I am dripping wet just looking at that expression, knowing what he wants to do to me.
“Take me home, Falcon,” I say in a voice so thick with lust, I hardly recognize it as my own.
CHAPTER TWELVE
FALCON
I thought Elle would hate me after what I did. Following her, and then beating the shit out of Franklin. I would have killed him if she hadn’t begged me not to, and I know she knows it. I expected her to scream and shout and curse me. I expected her to lose her shit entirely and to have to spend a long time begging for her forgiveness.
What I didn’t expect was the look she gave me in the car. The look she used to give me. The one that said take me now. My cock jumped to attention at that look, and all through the drive home, it has been trying to burst out of my pants. I am so fucking ready for this. I am so ready to reconnect with Elle and to remind her that she is mine. To claim her pussy as I did on our wedding night.
The drive home has been spent in silence, but there’s nothing uncomfortable about it. It’s a silence heavy with promise, the silence of two people who don’t trust themselves not to just pull into a rest stop and fuck by the side of the road if they have any contact with each other. It seems like the drive takes forever, but finally, I am parking the car, and we’re getting out.
I fumble for the door key, and I finally get it into the lock and get the door open. We’re barely through it when Elle turns to me and throws herself into my waiting arms.
I kick the front door closed as our lips meet. It’s like we have been locked in cages and now we’re free as our lips touch. Our hands are all over each other, clutching, grabbing, pulling us closer, tighter together.
My cock is straining against my pants, and my stomach is a churning pit of need for Elle. I push my tongue into her mouth, probing, claiming it as my own. We tear at each other’s clot
hes. Her blouse is gone, her bra close behind it. My jacket and tie are off, my shirt untucked and hanging loose, unbuttoned.
I can feel Elle’s hard nipples pressing against my chest, and I have to taste them, pull on them, bite them. I have to remind her that her body is mine, her soul is mine, she is all mine and only mine.
I kiss down her neck, feeling the fast pulse in her jugular as my lips skim over it. I bend to her right breast, sucking it into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it. Elle gasps and grabs two handfuls of my hair, holding my head in place. I catch her left nipple between my thumb and forefinger, and she holds my hair. I bite down on one nipple and tug on the other at the same time. I’m gentle at first, pulling forth nothing but a hissed-in breath from Elle.
I do it again, harder this time, and this time I am rewarded with an ahh sound. I smile to myself as I slip her breast across my lips, releasing the plump part of it, and tease only her nipple. I flick my tongue back and forth across it until she moans my name in a low voice dripping with the need for more.
I kiss her breastbone, then her neck, coming back to her mouth. She returns my kiss. I can almost taste her need as she sucks on my tongue. She pushes my shirtsleeves down my arms, and the shirt falls to the floor.
She pulls back from my kiss and traces her tongue down the center of my chest and over my stomach. She kneels before me and reaches up and lightly strokes my cock through my pants. I almost come just at that, her gentlest of touches. It’s the effect she’s always had on me. Whenever we are together, I just lose myself in her. I turn into one giant fucking nerve ending, every touch heightened, every caress more intense than the last one.
She unbuttons my pants and pulls down my zipper. She smiles up at me, and I feel a surge go through me as I look at her flushed cheeks, her fuck me eyes, her full lips. God, this fucking woman.
She pushes my pants and boxers down, dragging them off my feet with my shoes and socks. I stand naked before her, and she sits back on her heels for a moment, admiring the view. She gives a contented sigh and then she moves forward until she’s close enough to take my cock into her mouth.
She runs her tongue up my length, and I moan at the warm, slightly rough sensation of her tongue on me. She puts her hands on my hips, her fingers extending out across my ass cheeks. She digs her fingers in, kneading me as she runs her tongue along my length again. She’s teasing me, working me into a frenzy, and it takes every bit of willpower I have not to grab her head and force her mouth over my cock.
She finally moves her lips to my tip, running them over it, tasting the pre-cum that leaks from me, making my cock glisten. She makes an ahh sound and licks her lips.
“I love the way you taste,” she says, sending a pulse through me.
She plunges her lips over me, taking my cock deep into her mouth. She works her head fast and effectively, moving her lips up and down my length, licking circles as she goes. My hips begin to thrust of their own accord. I am fucking her mouth, claiming it. The notion almost sends me over the edge, and when Elle reaches between my legs with one hand and cups my ball sac, I almost have to tell her to stop.
I clench my jaw, holding myself back as she expertly massages my balls and sucks on my cock. The sensation of her hand and her tongue working together flood me with lust, and I can barely breathe as she works her magic.
When I can’t take any more, I reach down and hold her head in place, stepping back slightly from her. The cool air hits my cock, sending another wave of pleasure through me. She looks up at me again, a self-satisfied grin on her face. She knows exactly what she’s doing. She’s unleashing me, making me foam at the mouth with need for her.
I fall to my knees in front of her and pull her closer. I nuzzle her neck.
“Your turn,” I whisper.
Her skin puckers as the air I breathe out caresses it, tickling her. I cup her ass, pulling her body against mine, knowing she can feel how hard I am. How ready for her. I kiss her roughly on the mouth, pushing my hands into her hair and tugging on it, making her gasp as the stinging pain heightens her pleasure.
I move my hands down her back, feeling the smooth skin there. I pull down the zipper on her skirt and push it down. Her panties follow. I wrap an arm around her waist, holding her against me. I bring my other hand around to her front and push two fingers into her slit, finding her swollen clit. She’s dripping wet, warm and slippery. I rub her clit with my two fingers, putting on enough pressure to bring her close to the edge, but not enough to send her tumbling over it.
She throws her head back, moaning in frustration as I work her, leaving her on the edge of her climax. I run my tongue up her exposed throat, tasting her scent and the salty goodness of her skin. I nip the skin gently between my teeth, and she sucks in a sharp breath.
She writhes on my hand, pressing herself down onto my fingers, upping the pressure on her clit. I nip her skin between my teeth a little harder, giving her a warning, and she shudders, bringing her thrusting hips to a halt. I can feel her muscles clenching with pent-up desire, and I run my tongue back down her throat, taking her breast in my mouth again. I ease more pressure onto her clit as I suck hard on her nipple.
She cries out, and I feel a warm rush of liquid flooding from her. I release her breast as her climax rushes ever closer.
“Not yet,” I warn her.
Her pussy is mine. I say when she gets to come. She cries out in frustration as I move my hand away from her clit. Her head comes back up, and she meets my eye, her face twisted, pained, as she waits for me to give her the release she needs.
I move my fingers backward, finding the opening to her pussy, relishing the sticky wetness that coats it. I push my fingers inside her, and she moans as I push them in and out of her. She shifts slightly, moving her legs further apart, letting me go deeper. I push my fingers all the way into her, slamming them in, hard and fast, just how I know she likes it.
She’s panting now, barely able to catch her breath as I work her and she fights to hold back her climax. I pull my fingers back out of her and move them once more to her clit. She scrunches her face up when I press on it and closes her eyes.
I bring her to the edge, and then I stop.
“Elle, look at me,” I command.
Her eyes open and she holds my gaze. I can see the need in her eyes, the pure lust she’s feeling for me, and my cock twitches again.
I press hard on her clit and move my fingers quickly, holding nothing back. I keep her gaze on mine, and I say one word.
“Now.”
She relaxes, letting her climax come. Her face scrunches as the pleasure courses through her. Her mouth goes slack, dropping open slightly as she gasps for breath, moaning my name as she comes hard. I keep pressing on her clit, faster and faster. I can feel it throbbing beneath my touch, bringing her into another wave of pleasure before the first one has subsided. She is panting, gasping for air, her hands clenching me, twisting the flesh on my back in her hands. The stinging pain it brings makes my cock twitch again. I can’t hold off much longer. I have to be inside her. I have to feel her tight little pussy clench around me, pulling me into her. I have to claim her.
She is on to her third climax now. Her pussy is so wet her juices are running over my hand, down my wrist, dripping onto the floor. I can smell her: heat, musk, and an exotic smell that drives me fucking wild. Her mouth is all the way open as she fights for a breath that doesn’t come as she goes once more over the edge. Her gaze is no longer focused on mine. Her eyes roll in their sockets.
I press down again on her clit, and she finally sucks in a big breath, which comes back out of her as a long scream that becomes my name and then trails off into an animalistic moan. I slip my fingers out of her slit and hold her in my arms, pulling her closer against my chest. Her head flops forward, resting on my shoulder, and she makes an mmm sound and then she’s gasping, panting for the breath she needed when she hit her climax. Her body trembles with pleasure, until I feel it go limp as her muscles relax. I run m
y fingers up and down her back until her breathing evens out.
She lifts her head off my shoulder and brushes her lips across mine. Her eyes meet mine again, and she runs her tongue over her lips.
I lift her off the floor slightly with one arm, and her skirt and panties fall past her knees. I lower her back down and pull them away from her. I smile at her and caress her cheek. I bring my legs around to the front of me and sit on the floor, pulling her into my lap. She wraps her legs around my waist, her arms around my shoulders.
I reach around and line the tip of my cock up with her pussy. I don’t give her any warning; I just plunge all the way into her. She gasps, and her eyes light up, a flush coming to her cheeks, her neck, and her chest as I begin to move within her. She grips me tighter with her legs, pushing me in deeper, taking my full length.
My cock claims her pussy, penetrating her, making her mine. She is more mine with each thrust, more mine each time she cries out as I pound into her. I hold her hips, lifting her slightly and slamming her down onto my cock with each thrust. Her breasts bounce with each thrust, rubbing against me, turning me on even more.
She presses down on my shoulders as I lift her hips, making each thrust harder and deeper. She squeezes her pussy, making herself tighter, clenching around my cock. It’s almost more than I can bear, but I’m not done with her yet. She’s going to come again before I let myself go.
I move my hands, holding her around the waist and pushing myself back up onto my knees with the other hand. She clings to me as I get to my feet, still holding her to me. I kiss her, a long hard kiss that sends shivers down my back. Her hands are in my hair again, pressing my lips tighter against hers. She’s riding me, pulling herself up and down by the fistfuls of hair she clutches.
It’s agonizing, but each tug, each shock of pain, wakes up extra nerve endings, and I feel my climax coming, building up through my whole body.
I turn, slamming Elle against the wall, pinning her in place and pumping into her, harder and faster. She cries out, and I feel her pussy clench again as she comes hard, a wash of wetness coating me, making her slippery. She moves her hands out of my hair and digs her nails into my back as she hits her full climax and screams out as it takes her.
