ASHLEYI feel the blow before I hear a slap across my face. It could have been worse. It could have been a punch. Those fuckers really hurt, especially coming from a dude almost three times my size.The fat one grabs me by the hair, dragging me before he shoves me on the stain-covered couch and sneers. “You have a big fuckin’ mouth for a dumb bitch.” His hands move down to the zipper of his pants, and I close my eyes.Out of all the shit I’ve gone through in my life, the one thing I thought I’d escape was rape, but apparently God or whoever the fuck is watching out for me shat the bed on this, too. “Don’t bother with the lube, ’cause based on the size of that thing, I’ll barely feel it.”That did it. The guy glares at me, one fist raised in the air. It is hilarious to see him charging at me with his pants falling down his legs. “You little bitch, I’m going to teach you a lesson you’ll never forget.”“With your fists, right? ’Cause that cock of yours looks pretty forgettable.”Another
Ashley*****Few Months Ago“The auction is next week,” my father says, his icy hands playing with a loose strand of my hair. I hate when he touches me. It is never the touch of a father, but that of someone who wants something a father never should. Something seedy and vile.My eyes search my mother’s face. She can’t meet the ones of her almost twenty-one-year-old daughter, her gaze fixed on the intricate patterns of the rug beneath her feet. “You gonna say anything? Or are you okay with me being sold like some sort of street hooker?”She stands beside my father, wringing her hands, looking like the perfect little mafia wife—complacent, quiet, taking all his punches and abuse without saying a damn word.My father steps between us. His body brushes against mine, making me feel sick to my stomach. “She does what she is told, just like you will if you know what’s good for you.”That is the thing about caged animals: they either get defeated or they learn to be darker, worse than their c
Jackson*****Few Months AgoI was simply an observer at the club. I never sampled the goods. I frequent the establishment for the secrets it unlocks. That’s what the draw is to a place like Provocateur. It is drowning in secrets. I’d learned from a young age that knowledge was power, and there’s no knowledge more powerful than the sinful desires people hide from the rest of the world. Once you have the darkest desires of powerful men in your hands, you suddenly become the one with control, and that’s what I’ve always craved. Control. Powerful men will do everything you demand to ensure their skeletons stay where they live in the closet.Then she steps into my vision, like the sun eclipsing the entire world around it with radiance and warmth.I chuckle as soon as she comes into my view. She shuffles her feet and keeps her eyes glued to the floor beneath her, probably shocked at the depravity she’s witnessing. She doesn’t really look like she belongs here. That’s what I like—her innoce
“You like the idea of me fucking you with the ski mask on don’t you?”She turns her face away, a pink blush crawling up her skin.I growl in her ear, “Hope you like it rough.”The princess squirms beneath me, raising her hips and nodding her pretty little head.“I need you to say yes. This nodding shit doesn’t work as consent for me, and I’m not into taking shit from women against their will.”“I don’t actually know, but based on the porn I watch, I’d say yes.”I drop her hands and move away from her, searching her eyes for what I’m not sure. “What do you mean, you don’t know?”“This is my first time.”I jump off the bed so fast you’d think it was on fuckin’ fire. My dick’s hard as a rock hearing her admit she’s a virgin, but my head’s telling me to walk the fuck away. I’m not in the habit of taking girls’ virginities; it’s not something I’m into. I like sex hard, fast, and dirty, and the word gentle isn’t in my vocabulary, but I want her. I want her more than I’ve ever wanted another
I grab both of her wrists in my hand and slam it behind above her head, growling at her, “I give the orders here.”She nods before a playful grin forms on her lips. She is so brave, no fear found anywhere on her. Someone who can give as much as she takes. Maybe that is what I desire, someone who can keep up with the darkness in me.“Good girl. Listen and you’ll get rewarded.” My hands trail down her body, stopping just above her mound before I move my fingers through her folds. Her body writhes beneath me, making me lose all sense of reason. I don’t like the loss of power. I survive on it, need it, and here this girl is owning me in ways that I don’t even understand. I gently flick her clit. “Has anyone had their tongue on your pussy before?”“No,” she pants.“Good. I enjoy knowing I’m the only one who’s ever touched your sweet cunt.” I pepper her skin with kisses. Fuckin’ bullshit romantic nonsense that I’ve no business doing, but I do it for her. When I reach her glistening pussy, I
“You’re a fuckin’ psycho, Jackson. I knew Vance was crazy, but you’re fuckin’ worse than he is,” Leon screams and gasps simultaneously.“I know,” I say.Leon’s wrapping a cloth around his dick, desperate to put out the fire engulfing it. He doesn’t know that it’s pointless and that I’m nowhere near done with him yet. I’m just too busy with the dark-haired demoness standing in front of me to be bothered by him at that moment.For six months, I’d been looking for the little princess. I’d had her right under me and let her slip through my fingers. That won’t be happening again. “It’s nice to see you again.” My gaze roams down her naked body, and I grunt. Taking my suit jacket off, I drape it over her shoulders and button it up. I glare at Cole and Ford. Cole chuckles as he tugs at the chains around his neck, licking his lips. I flick my Zippo at the sick fuck. He laughs, looking away. We all have some kind of damage: the lost boys, the kids who got so fucked up by the mob bosses who run
Jackson sucks the air out of the hallway. I can’t breathe with his body pressed against mine. Just being near him makes my brain disappear, and my lady bits are taking charge. He’s right; I want him. He’s this massive beast of a man dominating my body with such sheer force, it scares the living shit out of me and excites me simultaneously. I’ve replayed that night in my head repeatedly on a loop. It won’t shut off. I sometimes wonder what would have happened if I stayed instead of sneaking off like a coward.“I can smell how turned on you are. You’re soaked, aren’t you, princess?”“No,” I lie.Jackson’s laugh echoes down the dark hallway. “Liar.”I push against him, trying to get him off me so I can just think, but he is an immovable force. “Why are you so big?”He wags his eyebrows, a sexy smirk tilting the right side of his lips. "Last time I checked, you liked how big I was. Screamed for it, if I remember correctly.”“Yes, well, that was before I found out you were a fuckin’ psycho
The attached bedroom is massive. It’s adorned with satin sheets, a down duvet, and piles of pillows on the bed, not a room that would belong to a guy like Jackson. I walk into the giant closet, and it’s full of clothing, dresses, pants, pretty blouses, and so many shoes. My stomach turns, and the bile rises in the back of my throat. I’d met him at a sex club, a place where swingers go. He obviously has a wife or girlfriend, and this is their thing—bring home a plaything, have a little fun, and then discard her, even kill her. It isn’t like Jackson isn’t capable of that.I open the drawer and avoid the underwear. There’s no way in hell I’m wearing some other woman’s panties. Disgusting. I slip on a pair of jeans and a T-shirt and head into the kitchen. The aroma is mouthwatering.One look at Jackson, and I feel like a Mack Truck has hit me. He’s so handsome that he takes my breath away. He’s no longer in the three-piece suit. Instead, he’s wearing jeans like me and a button-down black
Our kisses continued. It was as if once we started, we couldn’t stop. I managed to unbutton several of the buttons on Lyca’s dress and, when I slipped my hand inside it, I made a delightful discovery. “You…you aren’t wearing a bra!” I whispered between kisses.“I know, I feel so naughty,” Lyca whispered in reply. Her hand slid up my leg and encountered my swollen organ, which was straining uncomfortably against my slacks. A smile formed on Lyca’s lips “What’s this?” she murmured. She gently moved her hand over it.“Uh!” I moaned softly. I knew we had to be careful because we certainly didn’t want the other passengers waking up and seeing what we were doing. “What...what do you think it is?” Delightful sensations were sweeping through me as a result of her gentle caresses and kisses.Lyca kept stroking me, making me even harder. At the same time, I was caressing her breasts and nipples, which had grown erect. I could feel her shudder when I flicked my thumb over one of them. I slipped m
It was a while before either of us had enough strength to move. Finally, Lyca put her arms around me and laid her head on my shoulder. “You are incredible!” she murmured. “I...I can’t get enough of you. The minute you touch me I want you!”“I feel the same way about you,” I told her.She looked at me and smiled. “You know, we should really get out of the shower before we wind up looking like a couple of pink prunes,” she giggled.We finished washing, then got out and playfully toweled each other dry. While Lyca finished doing what she needed to do in the bathroom, I went back to her bedroom and got dressed.Wearing the purple robe, Lyca walked into the bedroom a few minutes later. “After I get dressed, I’m going to call the travel agent,” she said.“All right,” I said. “I love you.”She smiled at me and said, “I love you, too.” Then she walked across the room and hugged me fiercely. “I didn’t ever think I’d say that to anyone,” she said softly. “You can’t imagine how wonderful it feel
We got up. Lyca began clearing the table while I rinsed off the dishes and put them in the dishwasher. After I put the last of the dishes in the machine I dried my hands on a dish towel, walked over to the table, which Lyca had just finished wiping. I put my arms around her, and kissed her. She returned the kiss avidly.After the kiss ended, I cupped Lyca’s delectable bottom in my hands and pulled her middle against mine. Then I turned her around, backed her to the kitchen table, lifted her up and sat her on it.“What on earth do you think you’re doing?” Lyca asked.My lips again covered hers and I untied the belt that held her robe closed. My hands slid inside the robe, onto her soft, warm skin, and I cupped her breasts and my thumbs tweaked her nipples to full, tingling erection.My penis grew erect and tented the front of my slacks as I worked on Lyca’s glorious breasts. I spread Lyca’s robe even farther apart, moved between her bare, silken legs, cupped her buttocks, and pressed a
Lyca rolled over and was kissing me, hugging me, and babbling excitedly. "I love you! Oh, God, I love you!" she gushed. "That was fantastic! I never knew making love could feel that wonderful! God! I love you! I love you!""I love you, too," I told her, returning her kisses. "What just happened was the best it's ever been for me."Lyca gazed down at me, her eyes wide and filled with adoration. "Was it really?" she asked, looking surprised. "Not even with your wife?""It never came close to that with Natalie," I told her. "I never knew making love could be that wonderful." I kissed her again."I'm glad you came back into my life," she whispered. "You can't imagine how glad." Her hands were traveling over me and her face took on a serious expression when she touched the bandage on my shoulder. "How is your shoulder?" she asked."It's getting better all the time," I replied."It terrifies me to think you could have been killed," she said as her hands continued moving over me."It kinda s
My emotions were in turmoil. From dreading what she was going to say I'd gone to a state of near-euphoria. "I...love you, too," I stammered. I took another sip of my coffee, another deep breath, then said, "I'm in love with you."Lyca gazed at me, her expression unreadable. My heart thudded like a jackhammer. What was her response going to be?She squeezed my arm, smiled, and said, "I'm in love with you, too. I knew it the minute you walked back into my life the other day."I couldn't breathe. Lyca had just told me she was in love with me! I couldn't believe it! My fondest dream had become reality!Then, for some reason, things seemed to get strained between us. For some reason, having admitted our love for each other left us not knowing what to do or say next. We at there on the sofa, looking at each other.It was clear to me nothing was going to happen unless one of us did something, so I slid closer to Lyca. She kept staring at me.When I put my arm around her shoulder, she sighed
“No, and I’m not sure I want to again,” I replied. “I’ve never seen anyone as wild as Gleason was.” My ribs still hurt like mad. I winced when I opened the door of my car.Harkins shook his head. “You ought to get those ribs looked at,” he said. “He coulda broke one, kicking you like that.”“Probably did,” I said. “Maybe I will stop at the hospital and have them checked.”“You take care,” he said. “I’m not sure I’d have done it the way you did, but you got two prime assholes out of our hair this week. I’d say that’s enough for anyone. Take it easy for a while, OK?”“You have my word on it, Lieutenant,” I said.The doctor in the emergency room told me my ribs were seriously bruised, but not broken. “Take it easy for a while and you’ll be just fine,” he said. “And I’d stay away from strenuous exercise for a week or so.”“Doc, I plan to sleep for a week or so,” I told him.I left the hospital and drove home. I wanted to see Lyca, but I needed rest, too, and she probably could stand some
I dropped the binoculars, stood up and, standing in the combat position, aimed my pistol at him. He fired another shot. Before he could work the bolt action on his rifle, I yelled, “Freeze, Gleason! Drop the gun!”He stiffened, turned, and continued working the action on the rifle. I fired at him, aiming for the middle of his body. The rifle flew out of his hands and he went over backward.Moving carefully, I approached him, holding my gun on him. I was pretty sure I’d hit him. I seldom miss what I’m shooting at. He laid there on his back, very still, with his eyes closed. I peered at him, trying to see where the wound was. I couldn’t, so I stepped closer. Too close.Gleason suddenly came to life. His leg came up quickly, too quickly for me to avoid it, and he kicked the gun out of my hand. The next thing I knew, roaring like a wild man, he was on me, his weight carrying me back, taking me off my feet. When we hit the ground, the wind was knocked out of me and, before I could get to m
“Noticed that he checked the brakes,” Moose said. “You’d think he’d trust a couple of trustworthy-looking guys like us.”I handed Moose a hundred dollars.“What’s this?” he asked.“A bonus for doing a good job today,” I said.“What do you think he’s going to do when he hears that tape you put in the car?” Moose asked.The only thing I did to Gleason’s car was put a tape I made up in the tape deck. It was set to run quietly for a while before the message kicked in, so he’d be well away from the building before he heard it. The message said, “We could have gotten you again today, but we didn’t. This is your last warning. Leave Mrs. Wilkins alone or we’ll get serious. We’ve already proved we can get to you any time we want. By the way, have you gotten your place cleaned up yet?”“I hope he cans this shit he’s been pulling on our client, but I don’t think he will,” I said.“So that shit you planned for tonight is still on?” Moose asked as he wheeled the van through traffic.I nodded. “I t
“You want me to call the police, Mr. Gleason?” the security guard asked.Gleason looked at the guard, then at me. I tried to look impatient. Moose shuffled around, looking as if he wanted to go, too.“They’re not going to find anything, any more than they did yesterday, the incompetent fools,” Gleason said finally. He looked at the car, then at me. “You sure you can have it done and back here by three?” he asked.“No problem, Mr. Gleason,” I said. “Me and Moose, we’ll do the job ourselfs, won’t we, Moose. We’ll tell the boss it’s one ‘a them priority jobs, right?”“Yeah, we’ll do that,” Moose said.Gleason looked at the security guard. “File a report on this with the police, but tell them I sent the car to be repaired and they don’t have to come over,” he said. He turned to me. “Go ahead and fix it. If I have the damn lease company fix it, they’ll just charge me extra and they probably wouldn’t get it fixed today.”“Where do you want me to bring it at, what, three?” I asked.“Be out f