by Amo Jones
I lean forward, drawing my tongue out to flick against the shaft of his cock. If he owns me, then why does he groan when I use something as simple as my tongue? The smallest muscle in my body holds the most power. I gently wrap my lips around the trunk of his cock and suck, taking him in until the tip hits my tonsils. I pull back, my eyes still on his and watch as his eyebrows cross and his perfect teeth nibble on his lower lip. He piles my hair to the top of my head and yanks me back before slamming my face into his cock in jerky motions. I take it, my saliva mixing with his cum and dripping down my chin. When he pulls out again, I drag my tongue out and lick the residue off my lip, moaning.
“More.”
“You’re my dirty little bitch, Tillie. Nothing has changed there.”
He yanks me up by my hair until I feel the follicles rip from their roots. I’m directly in front of his inked chest now, those beautiful angel wings. I lean my tongue toward his chest to trace them. My clit continues to throb with need and the taste of his cum clings to the tip of my tongue like a bittersweet reminder of, as he puts it, exactly who owns me.
“Angel wings…” I whisper, tracing my tongue over the sharp angles.
He grips my tongue between his fingers. “Because even Lucifer was once an Angel.” Then his hand flies to the front of my throat. “Get out of the bath and bend over, facing the mirror.”
I do as I’m told, stepping out and turning to face the large floor to ceiling mirror wall that is directly opposite us. Slowly, I lean over, wishing I could reach down and curl my hands around my slender ankles. I turn my head over my shoulder instead, until my long pink hair cascades to the other side.
I smirk. “Punish me.”
He licks his lip, following suit. I watch as his eyes darken, and his shoulders pull back. He brings his finger to the middle curve of my pussy and presses it inside of me, circling. “You needed someone that wasn’t me…” he starts, and then I feel a hard slap sting over my ass.
I wince, my eyes shutting. It was bearable, I know how much more he’s capable of.
Slap! Another bite ripples over my ass, my fat jiggling under the abuse. “That was your third sin…” he mutters, his fingers cupping my pussy from behind. He rubs my clit viciously until my juices are sloshing with his movements. He lets go and I wait.
Slap! This one comes harder, a lot harder. I cry out in pain as it feels like my flesh has split open. It stings so bad.
“I touched Brantley,” I whisper, wanting more. Needing to be punished more for everything I had put him through. Because after this day, he and I are done. I don’t owe him anything and I don’t have to feel bad with the way I went about things.
Nate chuckles sinisterly. “Another man putting his hands on you didn’t bother me as much as Daemon gripping onto your fucking heart, baby.”
I hear him pick something up from the ground. I gulp at the metallic sound of clinking.
Slap! The belt bites across my skin and I can’t help the scream that rips out of me. The pain that zaps over my skin is in a whole new frequency that I don’t think I can handle. He tosses the belt to the side and bends down behind me. I feel his tongue dive inside of my entry and flick inside my walls.
“So wet for me. So wet for the pain, and this is why you will always be mine to gain…”
Then I feel his tongue lick across my ass cheek. He stands, grabbing onto my throat and spinning me around to face him. His fingers flex around my neck and I slowly open my eyes. Shock seizes my bones when I see blood glistening over his lips.
My heart slams in my chest. My stomach hurling in pleasure.
His eyes stay on mine, hooded, dark and filled with greed. “Kiss me, baby. Kiss away your sins.”
I lean forward and suck his tongue into my mouth. The taste of metal surfs over my tongue, slithering its way down my throat.
“Get on the bed and wait for me.”
I lean back, my cheeks flushed red. I nod, padding my way to the bedroom. My heart is pounding from adrenaline, probably the same kind that gets girls killed. I trust Nate, though. We both need this as much as the other, it’s what the unspoken pleading tonight was about. The closure we both need to end what happened tonight. What happened with Micaela.
I kneel at the foot of the bed and wait for him, a half-smile delicately touching my lips. I can’t help it. I’m not submissive by any sense of the word, but I like playing games, probably as much as he does, which is why our bed tricks have always been toxic. Before we were parents. When you first become a parent, there are certain things that pound into your head. You shouldn’t say that, eat that, fuck like that… you get the picture. Suddenly you’re making every decision for how you are as a parent too…
Well, we don’t have that anymore, and I can feel the toxicity seep through my pores and plant its seeds deep in my bones. The only question is, will I water them, or let them die?
Nate saunters into the bedroom, naked and broody. He tilts his head and then makes his way to the top drawer. He pulls out a silver switchblade, and I freeze. Oh shit. That’s what you get, Tillie. Playing with The Kings will get you killed.
A cruel smirk sneaks onto his mouth. “Get up and get on the bed.”
I do, fumbling to my feet and backing up onto the bed. He pushes a button and a long blade switches out. He comes close, until his stomach is clenching in front of my face. He runs the blunt edge of the knife down my chest, my breathing thick and labored. He continues to drag it over my nipple, circling.
“Do you trust me?”
I lick my lips, my eyes closing.
“Answer me Tillie, did you, and do you, trust me?”
“Yes,” I whisper as he trails the knife down to my inner thigh. “Do you need a safe word?” His tone is teasing, and for a second, I see a sliver of Nate.
My eyes fire to life. “No.”
“Your second sin? Was not trusting me enough.” The blade twists and I feel a sting slice across my upper thigh. “I always said that I loved breaking you just so I could put you back together exactly how I wanted, maybe pocket a few pieces of you that you’d never get back. Maybe we could try that literally…”
My blood turns cold as I feel it drip down my inner thigh. He leans around me as I open my eyes and I’m met with the crook of his neck. His vein stammers underneath his slick flesh and I have to fight all of the urges inside of me that want to lean over and sink my teeth into him until he screams. I feel my wrists loosen from their hold and I twist them as I bring them to the front of me.
He grins, dangling my white panties between us, as they hang on the tip of the blade he just fucking cut me with. Cunt cut me. But before I can think about that, he brings it to his nostrils and inhales deeply, a merciless grin possessing his lips.
“Mine.”
He yanks them off and runs them over my body before shoving me onto my back. I fall backward, my hair spreading out beneath me. I watch as he lowers between my thighs again. But instead of sucking my pussy, he licks up the blood that he made with the knife.
“That sin was brutal. I’m sorry, baby, you know how I get jealous…”
He sucks my thighs until my hips meet air, desperate for friction. He bites down hard, and then bites on my other side, climbing to the area where my thighs meet my pussy. He nibbles, and then leans up. His thick angry cock is pulsing, cum dripping off his tip. Nate tosses the blade across the room and lowers himself on top of me, his cock filling me up to the brim.
I scream in pleasure as another orgasm wracks at my bones from his simple invasion.
I’m so fucked with him.
He pulls out and flips me onto my stomach, gripping onto my hips and pulling me up until I’m face-down-ass-up. His fingers bite into my hips when he slams into me again, just as I’m riding my second orgasm. He pounds into me, his balls slamming against my clit. Sweat drips off my forehead as he continues his assault, tearing at my insides with every thrust. He spins me back onto my back, throwing me against the headboard.
I groa
n as my head smashes against the hard marble. My vision blurs, dizzying in and out. He crawls over, yanking me down the bed by the backs of my thighs and sinking inside slowly.
“Your last sin, was blaming yourself.”
He thrusts inside of me, his hand coming to the front of my throat. He squeezes until I wheeze for air. He presses into me again, and again, at a slow torturous pace and only giving me air when I’d tap on his arm.
His mouth comes to mine as his pace slows, his tongue slipping inside.
“Don’t ever do any of that shit again or I won’t release my grip next time.”
He releases my throat just as he grinds against my clit and another orgasm screams out of me, my body jerking, strung-out and battered.
Finally, he pulls out and grips his cock, pumping himself until his hot cum sprays out over my chest and face. He brings his fingers to it and swirls it around, and then lifts it to my mouth.
“Open.”
I do, sucking his salty liquid off the tip of his finger.
Falling back down beside me, he yanks the silk sheets up and pulls me under his arm. Once again too tired to wash his cum off me. My eyes close as he presses small kisses to my head and runs circles with his finger around my thigh.
Tillie
The morning sun pours out from under the dark curtains, along with our prior night’s sins. I go to swing my legs over his bed but flinch when they throb with pain. I lift the blanket and take a peek at the damage. Finger marks, bite marks, and dried blood cover my upper thighs where there’s that lovely little cut. It wasn’t enough to need stitches and the dried blood that set over the incision was enough to stop it from bleeding. How generous of him.
“Oh god.” I shake my head.
We took it to another level last night, one I hadn’t seen in Nate since we first slept together. I forgot how bad he can get. Picking up the first thing I find on the floor—another one of his hoodies—I slip it over my head, letting it fall to my knees. My tummy rumbles, but I promised Nate one night, and one night it was. We have to stay focused to figure out our next move. No point being battered soldiers when the battering is happening from each other, not our enemies.
“Where you goin’.” He wraps his arm around my waist and drags me back into the bed.
“I need to go,” I laugh.
His phone starts ringing on his nightstand. Groaning, he grabs at it aimlessly, pushing it to his ear. “What?” His eyes come to mine. “Really?”
“What?” I mouth, wondering why he’s looking at me like I’m a snack. If I’m his snack, I’ll make sure I’m laced with poison for that lethal sex last night.
“Be there in thirty.” He hangs up and smirks at me. I fight the urge to punch his face because it’s not fair he looks this perfect first thing in the damn morning. “Your car is here. Guess you’ll be riding something else other than my dick from now on.”
I throw a pillow at his face and he bursts out laughing, his straight, white teeth flashing behind his perfect lips.
“Bastard.”
I don’t bother changing, mainly because I don’t have clothes here. Since my innocent panties were the product of how nasty we got last night, I left them there too, as a reminder for him, or if he decides to bring home any other girls, a reminder for them—to run for their lives. So all I’ve got is the rolled up piece of the dress—thankfully, that came off very early in the night.
We pull up to Brantley’s driveway, and I turn to face Nate, noticing how absolutely wrecked we both look. Like we just came out of a war zone. He has dark hickeys all over his neck and a black eye?
“Shit. Did I punch you last night?”
He sips on his coffee, trying to find his Ray-Bans. “You kicked me when I licked your sweet little cunt for the fifth time.”
“Nate!” I squirm.
I flip the mirror down and flinch. “I look like shit.” Dark circles, my skin pale and my hair the next home for homeless, stray birds.
“Impossible. Get out.”
We both climb out of the car and my eyes land on the new addition that’s sitting in the middle of Brantley’s driveway.
I smirk, walking up to it just as Brantley and Eli exit the front door.
Brantley tosses me the keys and his eyes widen as they go between Nate and I. “You both look like shit. Must have been a good night.”
I catch them and unlock the car. It really is stunning. Lowered, matte black rims and blacked-out lights. The shiny blood red color gleams against the morning sun.
Nate leans into the window from the passenger side. “Good choice, baby.”
I stand. “We are all going for a ride. We need to do something normal.”
Brantley’s eyes catch Nate’s. “Yeah, because Hector has called another meet for Friday night.”
“What?” Nate shouts.
I freeze. “It’s not been a month—it’s only been days?”
Brantley nods, his eyes staying on Nate. “Which is why it’s interesting he’s called it, and he has asked for Tillie to be there.”
“Tillie will not be there,” Nate declares matter-of-factly.
“Tillie is right here, and Tillie is fine with being there…” I add, shutting the driver’s side door and making my way up the steps.
“Tillie is not fucking going!” Nate hollers from behind me.
I flip him off as I enter the house and start making my way down to the room of gloom, when Brantley stops me with his words.
“I’ve moved your room. You don’t have to stay here if you don’t want to. You’re not a prisoner anymore, it was only until we sorted the Daemon thing out. We couldn’t risk you telling Madison about seeing her dead brother.”
I turn to face him. “I like being here.”
Brantley smiles. Smiles. Not smirks, not scowls. Smiles. Rows of the straightest white teeth against his tanned skin. “I know. You’re on this level opposite my dad’s office. Had the maid move your shit in there.”
I head down toward the door, thanking Brantley on the way. When I open the door, I’m instantly in love with the space. It has one large bay window that opens out to the back yard. The walls are white, and the bed linen one shade darker than the walls. I open one of the doors and I’m met with a bathroom. It’s about the same size as the one I had downstairs—no bath. The second door is a walk-in closet. My clothes already hanging carefully on the hangers. I wonder who his maid is? I wouldn’t put it past him to have that sweet innocent girl as his little slave, but even as the thought flashes through my head, I know deep down that that isn’t the case. The way he moved around her, how she composed herself faced with the devil. That wasn’t someone who has been on the receiving end of Brantley’s wrath. That was someone, possibly the only one, who had seen a side to Brantley no one had ever seen.
Or maybe I’m deranged.
Considering the latest events, I settle for the latter, grab some clothes and slip into the shower, enjoying the warm water crashing against my battered skin.
I change quickly, after lathering oils against myself and blow-drying my hair. I don’t bother to straighten it, rather letting the natural wave fall down my back. I’m slipping on my Jimmy Choos when the door opens.
Nate stands freshly showered and wearing light blue faded jeans, a Phillip Plein shirt, and his leather jacket that has a hood stitched into the collar.
I stuck to white skinny jeans, a black loose cotton T-shirt and threw on my red leather jacket—to match my car.
“I’m serious, Tillie. You can’t come on Friday.”
I’m tightening the final strap when I stand and reach for my phone that was charging. “I can, and I will. He asked me to attend.”
“I’ll cage you.”
“And I’ll break free.” I grin at him, latching my watch around my wrist and spraying my Valentino perfume over myself.
He steps into my room, instantly making it feel smaller. “It might get ugly.”
“I’ve seen ugly, Nate…” I murmur, bringing my ha
nd to his cheek. “I killed ugly.”
His eyes search mine and he winces, stepping out of my touch. Shit. You idiot, Tillie. Stop touching what you can’t have.
“I hate that you took on that burden,” he answers, reaching for my hand.
I let him take it. “Rather me than Madison.”
“I’d rather me take it or Bishop. You two are uncontrollable.”
He leads me out and I reach for my debit card, sliding both that and my phone into my back pocket. I shut my door and we round it until we’re waiting for everyone at the bottom of the stairs.
There’s silence, the only sound coming from the ticking of an old grandfather clock in the foyer.
“Did you hear that?” I ask Nate.
“No?” He tilts his head, then the whispering happens again and his eyes snap up the stairs. “Yeah, I heard that.”
“This house is so creepy.”
Nate’s mouth kicks up in a smirk. “Creepy with a whole bunch of secrets. Right, Bran Bran?” Nate pushes his aviator glasses down over his eyes.
Brantley flips him off as he enters with everyone and we all slowly pile out.
Eli, Cash, and Jase are climbing into a Ford Raptor, and Hunter is sliding in with Brantley in his car.
Nate naturally goes to the passenger seat of my car and I climb in, inhaling the new car smell of freshly produced leather. The scent begins to mix with both mine and Nate’s scent. I push the button to start and the car purrs to life beneath me.
“You got stick?” Nate asks, one judgy eyebrow quirked.
“Yes,” I hiss, putting it into first gear.
Brantley gestures for me to wind my window down. “Follow us. We’re heading out to the cabin.”
I still. The same cabin Nate and I had our first fight?
“Yeah.” Brantley’s eyes fucking twinkle.
Oh god.
I gulp. “Yeah okay.” He zips forward and before the completely blacked-out Raptor can follow behind him, I zip between the two, giggling.
Nate chuckles, shaking his head. Just as we’re driving past the large garage, I watch in slow motion as the doors open and a crystal clean white Tesla peeks out from underneath. My breathing slows, my eyes and focus completely on the supped up Tesla. Then she’s standing there. Like she just stepped off the set of Game of Thrones, with her white long hair, small petite body and soft eyes. She watches me carefully, wrapping her cardigan around her body, then just like that, I floor it into third and zip out of the driveway.
