“Yes, fucking I do. I love you.” The second time the words come easier so I say them again, trying to get used to how they feel. “I love you. Now say it fucking back to me before I have a god damn heart attack.”
She launches herself forward, tears springing in her eyes, and I catch her mid-leap as she clings to me like a spider monkey, taking a long, yelping breath as I devour her mouth in a growling kiss. I thrust my tongue practically to her tonsils as she moans and rubs her hot, spread pussy against me.
The kiss is hard and rough as my scruff scratches against her ivory skin. I’ve always thought of myself as an animal, a predator of sorts, one that was paid for its blood service, but she’s brought out a different sort of beast. I’m too hard and jaded for her, but I mix in her sweetness and youth and there’s a cocktail that will have me intoxicated until they throw the dirt on my grave.
I sidestep with her attached to me and reach under my pillow to pull out the little box I’ve been holding onto since the day I met with the Irishman. I called in a favor, a local jewelry store owner I’ve come across a few times since I lived here. Paid him a pretty penny to meet me at six in the morning and paid full price plus some for his effort.
I knew then she would be mine and I want my ring on her finger before her virgin blood stains my cock.
It’s important to me for her to know, this is real, I’m locking her down and planning our forever.
“Say you’ll be my wife, Raven.”
There are stars in her eyes as I pop open the box, my one hand down grabbing her ass, holding her against me.
“But…” Her bottom lip starts to quiver and the joy leaks from her eyes in a tear that rushes down her right cheek, dripping onto the floor, threatening to take my heart with it.
“What? Why are you crying?” I’ve never seen her cry. She’s been tough as nails since that first day and I don’t know what I’ve fucking done to ruin this moment but I’m going to do whatever is necessary to undo it.
“It’s just…” The warm pink on her cheeks turns to red blotchy spots and her eyes look sad instead of joyful. “You were married before to my mom. It just feels like I’m second fiddle and people will know and—”
“Hey.” Her eyes raise to mine and I need to shut this shit down immediately. “What I did for your mother was not a marriage. On paper, legally, sure. But not what I want with you. I want it all and as far as what other people think? The only person you should worry about is what you think.”
Her fingers dig into the back of my neck as I hold her tighter against me, the little box in my hand starting to shake between us.
“I’m getting this ring on your finger, Raven. You can protest, but eventually you’re marrying me. If I have to drug you and drag you to the justice of the peace, so be it. I’d prefer you decide what sort of dream wedding you want and just let me write the checks, but either way, this is happening.”
Her tears stop and the sadness in her eyes turns into that flicker of flame I’ve seen so many times before when her sassy mouth is about to engage.
“Forced marriage is illegal.” She narrows her eyes, cinching her lips together, staring me down.
“If you think that’s the most illegal thing I’ve done in my life, you’re painfully mistaken, little girl, so let’s just put the ring on and get to fucking because my dick is about to have a seizure waiting to get inside you. Don’t torture me any longer, hellcat.”
To my relief, she pulls her left hand down in front of us, hanging on with the other as I release her ass, feeling the grip of her legs tighten around my waist as I slip the ring onto her slim finger.
“God, it’s so big.”
“You’ve told me that before.”
Her lips twist into a perfect grin and I lay her back down on the bed as she stares at the diamond and emerald ring that takes up a third of the length of her ring finger.
“If I punch someone with this, they’re going to be sorry.” She giggles, making a fist.
“If you have to even think about punching someone, trust me, I’m going to make them sorry.” I love her little flash of petulance and fire but right now I need something else. I strip off her clothes in a fury, tearing my own shirt off and leaving everything in a heap on the floor.
We stare at each other for a long moment, and I think of myself through her eyes and the wonder that she wants me sends a cascade of gratitude through me.
“I’m so fucking lucky,” I grit out, suddenly craving the delicious juice of her sweet cunt, so I ease her down and hop onto the bed on my back, extending my arm, my palm up as I beckon her with a twitch of my fingers. “Sit on my face, baby.”
“What?” Her bright eyes widen but her cheeks glow red as she squeezes her thighs together. “I, I—”
Seeing her flustered makes me smile inside but I’m now hangry for her and the muscles in my chest get tight.
“Get your cunt on my mouth,” I bark, urging her to take my hand which she does as I ease her toward me. She crawls, still looking unsure, but when she kneels next to me, I reach up and grip her little waist, my thumbs and fingers able to touch, and I remind myself to make her favorite meal later and make sure she goes back for seconds.
She yelps when I lift her up and snap out a few quick instructions. “Straddle my face, knees at my ears, and lower yourself until my tongue can taste that pretty little cherry. I’m going to pop it as soon as I’m done feasting and getting this pretty kitty good and primed to take on every inch of me.”
She lets out a little gasp as she straddles me but doesn’t plant her pussy on my lips fast enough, so I yank her down and into place, my tongue out, slipping up inside her and that flavor bursts on my taste buds like lusty fireworks.
“Oh my God,” she blurts out, her hands bracing on the headboard as I dive in with gusto and a relief washes through me like a spring rain.
She’s writhing already as I lick her slick honey from her opening then drag my tongue up and down, tough and urgent because I need all of this right now. Her smooth lips, soft and bare as I eat her until she’s gushing and twitching on my face, taking what’s hers, and I swell with pride.
Seeing her go from timid and unsure to an eager slut for her pleasure given only by me will never get old.
I flatten my tongue and let her go at it. Watching her from below is like looking up into heaven itself. Her tits bounce and her face is a wonder of concentration, her puffy lips open as she centers her clit on my tongue and chases it as I move it up and down, toying with her until she whines in frustration and looks down to see me watching her.
“Please…” Her voice cracks as she moves her hips to where my tongue is flicking at her opening and the desire I see on her face has my dick leaking and my balls organizing a march into battle. Millions of sperm warriors, ready to stampede into her womb, fighting for the chance to conquer the prize waiting there for them.
I feel her hard little nub with the tip of my tongue and suck with determined focus until her moans turn to painful yelps, but I don’t stop. She’s yanking on the headboard so hard it’s creaking and cracking, and I steady myself, waiting for the bed to collapse.
I reach down and grab her ass, grinding her down on my face and working her clit until my tongue cramps but I ignore the pain, feeling her body tense as I flick and flick and suck until her body is shaking in my hands and her orgasm rips through her on a scream of my name.
Her tits quiver as I watch the beautiful orgasm face she makes take over. I suck the sweetness running out of her down and swallow everything she offers as I lick and kiss until her breathing steadies and her body softens.
She’s ready.
And I’m so far past ready, I don’t even remember where ready lives.
With her orgasm still lingering, her breathing fast, I guide her hips down, releasing her with one hand and grabbing the base of my cock, slipping it up and through her silky folds a few times to let her know it’s time.
“Take what’s yours, my little one. Th
at cock belongs to you already, just show it where home is and he’ll never want to leave.”
I wince at the sensation, so soft but so relentless it has every nerve ending on high alert.
“Ah, God, it’s not going to fit.” She clenches around the tip as a rush of her sticky nectar drowns my erection, lubricating it for the cherry picking that’s about to happen.
Her hands release the headboard and come to rest on my chest as she leans forward, her small frame looking even smaller at her futile attempt to impale herself on my thick stalk of hard flesh.
“It will fit,” I growl as I grab her waist and drive her body downward and my hips upward.
I hate that it’s going to hurt her, but I can’t fucking wait anymore and I can see how much she wants this so sometimes you gotta take the girl by the hips and fuck the fear out of her.
I clench my core as I tear through her barrier, listening to her scream and curse. Her young body gives way with a little protest, but fuck if this doesn’t feel like a dream. My knuckles are white. I’m holding onto her so tight as her walls grab on and hold me like a vise.
I rock her hips in time with my controlled thrusts upward until we are both gritting our teeth and moaning together as my cock takes her, one inch at a time, claiming her completely until the end of time.
Her taste is still on my lips as her sweet cunt finally softens and I root myself into her until tears are streaming down her face.
“God, that’s too much. Wait, please…” She drops her chin to her chest, a waterfall of her dark hair hanging down into my face, and I smell the lavender and linen shampoo mixing with the scent of our sex and I can’t resist.
I pull her face to mine, her hair tangling into our kiss as I fuck up and down, using her body as she moans and whimpers. I take in her pain as her pussy pulses around my dick. She’s so tight it hurts, but I know it’s nothing like what I’m doing to her but I also know, we have to get through this moment to get to the next.
“That feels good,” she finally whispers when I let her mouth go and she starts to rock with me again. “God, Daddy, please…”
The word nearly has my load exploding inside her but she doesn’t even seem to know what she’s said. I guide her up and down, up and down, until she’s taking me from tip to base in long slow strokes and it feels better than anything ever in my life.
“You okay?” I grunt, trying to hold back my impending climax.
“Uh-huh,” she answers, a glow of need on her face now as she throws her head back, her hair flying up and back. “I think I’m in love with your cock.”
“He’s in love with you. There’s no thinking about it.”
I love listening to her like this. Calling me Daddy, telling me she loves my cock. I knew this was going to be epic, but it’s beyond that.
She’s rocking her hips, squeezing my cock with her lower muscles, even as she whimpers with the pain.
I thrust harder, my balls bouncing up and down as the tip of my cock hits the bony resistance of her cervix and she grunts and groans as I move in and out. I grin at the thought that she didn’t ask about protection, didn’t mention it once. She wants what I want, to make her round with me, to plant my seed inside her belly. And I intend to do so.
The thought drives me on, making me go quicker, harder. I hear my name on her lips, moaned and screamed and grunted.
“Don’t stop. Faster, faster, the lights are turning red…” She sing-songs. Even in the midst of her lust she’s toying with me.
“You want my cum in that greedy little cunt of yours?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
There she goes again. Fuck, this just gets better and better.
“You’re my little one forever, aren’t you?”
“Yes.” She grinds down harder, her face twisting toward that gaze of bliss I’ve come to know and love.
“Then milk my cock. I’ll give you all my cum but you have to earn it. You have to pull it from me with that little girl pussy of yours.”
She moans, biting into her bottom lip as her eyes shut and her nails dig into my chest.
I grit my teeth as I move inside her, my dick and balls aching, feeling like they are full of ten pounds of cum, ready to release deep inside her. When her orgasm takes off, her inner walls undulating around me, I feel my balls draw up tight, preparing, ready. She’s so stunning right now it nearly breaks my heart and I want to punctuate this moment forever.
I reach up, grab the back of her neck and pull her against my chest. My teeth find the soft flesh at the nape of her neck and I bite down, listening to her scream of pain and ecstasy as her torn pussy explodes all over my cock. And a second later, I shoot my load inside her, so hard it makes her jolt and topple over into another orgasm.
My release hits me like a cannonball to the gut and I see white lights flashing in my eyes as I go deaf for a long moment, the only thing I hear is the rush of my blood through my veins and each pulse of my orgasm burns through me like flash fire.
Raven is twisting against me as I realize my teeth are still attached to her soft flesh, listening to her screams into my neck as I sit up, curling my arms around her, pulling her against me as our bodies pulse and I deliver spurt after spurt deep into her body.
She whimpers and screams, her arms wrapping around my shoulders, her nails scoring welts along my upper back, and then she collapses in bliss as I continue to move gently inside her, not willing to let any moment go to waste.
“I love you, my little hellcat.”
“You promise?” Her voice is soft, tiny, and it reminds me of just how young and innocent she is.
“Pinky promise,” I answer, and she pushes back, her hands brushing the mess of her hair from her face and I see that smile that’s changed my life. I count every freckle again, making sure all of her is here with me.
She brings her hand up between us, her fingers curled into a fist except her extended pinky.
I follow suit, wrapping my little finger around hers and we tighten them down.
“I’m never letting you go.” I look into her eyes, knowing I’ve found something I didn’t even know I was looking for.
“I just fucked my stepfather.” She clenches her teeth in mock horror, then giggles.
“No,” I correct her. “You just fucked your Daddy.”
Her smile grows, cheeks flushed as I pull her mouth to mine and bind us together forever with a kiss.
11
Stringer
There’s a noise from downstairs.
Then silence and I wonder if I imagined it.
Another sound
There’s no sound in this house I don’t know, no settling creak or wind-swept groan, so this is bad.
It’s why my heart is thundering. It’s why all my senses are on alert.
Whatever it was, it was inside the house.
After I’d taken Raven six ways ‘til Sunday, I figured she was exhausted. It was her first time, after all, and I didn’t want to push her too hard. I made her a BLT, her favorite, made her drink some water because the way her body soaked me and the bed, she was pushing up on dehydration.
After she ate, we talked, I made sure she was okay and then carried her to my bathroom and bathed her gently, warm water sloshing over her soft skin. Then she insisted on wearing the shirt I discarded on the floor as I tucked her into our bed and climbed in next to her, letting her curl herself into me for comfort and warmth, and that’s where she still is now, breathing next to me as I listen into the darkness.
I extricate myself from her arms and legs. She mumbles something in her sleep, but doesn’t wake as I slide softly out of bed, using my own stealthy skills to move silently. My house has a kick-ass alarm system, and the fact that it hasn’t gone off tells me that whoever—or whatever—is inside is either very lucky or very good at what they do.
I have to hope for the former.
Slipping my discarded pants back on from where they lie on the floor, I fasten them up, then reach inside the wardrobe, sil
ently triggering a switch on the back wall that reveals a hidden compartment. There’s guns inside, all untraceable, and a pair of leather gloves. Once I have the gloves on, I pick up a Glock 9mm and head out of the bedroom, pulling the door closed behind me.
One of the advantages of living in such a large house is there are multiple staircases. If I know where the intruder is, I can take a different route to get to him. But as I walk along the landing, my cell phone left in my pants pocket starts to buzz.
I don’t recognize the number, which doesn’t surprise me. I only have a few I take or make calls from, but I tap the button and I put the cell to my ear, listening.
“Stringer?”
I know the female voice instantly, even though we’ve never met in person. Major General Sophie Langdon. My former handler. “Sophie, what’s going on?” I whisper, keeping my voice as low as possible but knowing her call is probably not coincidence. “How did you get this number?”
“Stringer, we’re the CIA. You don’t think we keep tabs on former subcontractors?”
“What do you want? Is that your people in my house?”
“Stringer, I wanted to warn you sooner but my superiors weren’t happy about sharing information with someone who no longer works for us.”
“Who’s in my fucking house?”
“Mercenaries. Ex-marines. Three to five of them. We’ve been tracking their communications for a year now, but only found out yesterday that they were on the move and weren’t sure until about an hour ago where they were heading. Stringer, we’re not sure who called for the hit but we do know who told them your location.”
I clench my teeth as I look up and down the landing, trying to listen for the sound of someone approaching. Half a dozen ex-marines wouldn’t have bothered me a few years ago, when I was on top of my game, but even I know retirement and my bad knee have me at less than an optimal performance level. “Who outed me?”
“You know him as The Irishman.”
“Motherfucker.” I should have guessed. He’s the only one from my old life I’ve seen in years. From our meet, he’d know my general location. Anyone in this business at any time can turn. Sell you out for the right price but we had history, I thought he would be safe.
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