AshleyI melt into him. I’ve heard that cheesy expression my entire life in one form or another. Usually I roll my eyes, but in this moment as I’m nestled in Jackson’s arms, pushed closer to him as if he can’t get enough of me, I melt into him. Finally, I get it. That desperate need for another human being. The ache you harbor at the possibility of losing them. The fuckin’ stars you see when they simply brush a finger against your skin.He pulls away first. I almost cry out at the loss of his lips against mine. His hands cup my face, his dark eyes searching for something before he presses his forehead to mine. “You on the pill?”“Yes. But it’s a little too late to be asking that now, don’t you think? I could be six months pregnant for all you know.”He pulls back from me, moving so fast that you’d think I was on fire and he’s scared to be burned by the flame. “I pulled out. What the fuck are you on the pill for?”“What?”He steps to me, his hands grabbing on the flesh of my upper arm,
I jump up, moving away from him. “You let some girl touch your dick?”His chuckles turn into a laugh as he grabs me by the hair, yanking me back to him. “Are you jealous, Princess?”“No.”“Liar.”“Why did you get that?”His eyes peer into mine, his finger trailing up and down my naked arm. “I missed you.”“So you got your dick pierced?”“I needed some sort of pain. A physical pain. My buddies beat the shit out of me too, if that soothes your anger in any way. The agony you delivered was unbearable. It’s been over a decade since I’ve hurt like that. I’ve blocked my heart from truly caring until you came around and changed that. I figured getting my dick pierced would hurt like hell and it’d keep my mind off you, at least for a short while. It didn’t work.”I want to stay mad, but his words are bullets lodged in the center of my heart.“Don’t be mad, baby,” he pouts, before he quickly adds, “I let a dude do it.”I burst into laughter, hitting his chest.“Figured it was only fair that I
“Why are you like this? Every time I try to get close to you, you have one arm out trying to push me away.”I move her off me and place her on the sofa before I storm out of the room. I just need a moment to get myself together before I fuck it all up. Her footsteps break my concentration, and I flinch at the loud slam of the door. She’s pissed. I can’t understand why I have to tell her about the past. I don’t even want to know about my past.That shit was horrific. She doesn’t need to take on my shit. Telling her would just ruin everything. I don’t want to put that burden on her. I want to barge into the room and fuck her until she can’t see straight. It seems the only way I can make her happy is with my fuckin’ cock. Doesn’t surprise me. It’s one of two ways that people have always used me.My eyes go to the liquor cabinet. I rarely drink, but right now I want to drown in the bottle of Jack and hope that I pass out and don’t have to deal with any of this shit. Soft moans interrupt my
“Who’s are you?”She doesn’t answer.I whip my fingers out of her mouth and wrap my hand around her jaw, holding her immobile, the trace of her saliva on my fingers now transported to her cheek. “I said, who do you belong to, slut?”Her nails dig into my shoulder, branding over the burn marks left there years ago. I welcome the sensation, revel in it. I want her marks on me, marks made from passion and desire. Marks that I want replacing all the burned flesh that has incinerated me.Her teeth tug at my earlobe before she whispers, “I belong to you.”I shove her legs apart with my knee and pierce her sweet pussy with my cock. “Mine.”My thrusts are violent, demanding, and she matches them with the same heat. My fingers pull and tug at her nipples, dousing her pleasure with slight pain.“I’m going to use all your holes until you’re too tired to walk straight. I’m gonna own you, heart, body, and soul.”Her teeth scrape against my shoulder. “Is that a threat or a promise?”“It’s forever. T
Jackson opens the nightstand, and something silver flashes in his hand. I take a minute to register what it is. A Zippo. He holds it in his hand like most people hold a gun.Cole tugs at the chains around his neck, his grin getting wider. “Should have gone for your gun, Jackson. Pussy seems to make your brain go soft.”“What the fuck’s takin’ so long?” Another man appears, one I haven’t seen before. He’s wearing a black suit and has short black hair. He looks like an established financier, not someone you’d think would hang out with someone like Cole.“Vance, what the hell are you doing here? I’m surprised you left Carla,” Jackson says before putting his lighter back on the nightstand.“Cole and Ford called. We’ve got Ferdinand. We thought you’d like the honor, but if you don’t…”“You have my father? Where?”Cole and Jackson pass a look at each other.“Anyone gonna tell me what’s going on?” Vance asks, looking between the other two men.“Jackson here seems to have stuck his pen in Fer
She slaps me hard across the face, and I’m so fuckin’ turned on. I grab the back of her neck, my forehead connecting to hers. “You don’t want to play games with me, sweetheart. I’ll win every fuckin’ time.” I grab her leg, putting it around my hip before my cock invades her warm pussy. My hand never leaves her neck, holding her against the wall. She slaps at me again. I smirk at her, which seems to infuriate her.She slaps at me a third time, but she never once asks me to stop. Stop isn’t what she is thinking as her eyes dilate and she lets out a moan through her perfect pink lips. “You’re so wet and ready for me, baby. Fight it all you want, but you're mine. You want me more than anything else in this world, just like I want you.”She slaps me again, harder than before. I let go of her neck and slap her face gently, hearing her moan. Her cunt clenches on my cock like a damn vise. She’s as crazy as I am. The girl actually gets turned on from the slap. I’ve never hit a woman before. It
I stop just outside the living room. Jackson, Cole, Vance, and Ford have their heads together, their voices low.“You sure you can trust her?” Vance asks.“You sure you can trust Carla?” Jackson spits out.“She’s my wife, motherfucker. Of course I trust her.”“Don’t pull your shit with me, Vance. She was a random girl you saw at the club one night, and that was it. You claimed her as yours and didn’t care how insane you became because of it. I was there when you chopped off a dude’s finger ’cause he touched her elbow. One look at her, and you’d claim her as your ride or die. Ashley is mine. None of you fuckers are to scare or intimidate her. You give her the same level of respect you give me. Got it?”The three of them exchange tense looks. I don’t want Jackson to lose his family because of me.“If you say she’s in, then she’s in,” Cole says. “I’ll always have your back.”The other two nod, which seems to satisfy Jackson.“So who’s watching him at the warehouse?” Jackson asks.“Tony a
“What? You two are pretty fuckin’ disgusting. All this lovey-dovey bullshit. All my boys are dropping one by one like flies.” He points a finger at Ford. “And this one is no barrel of laughs. He barely fuckin’ talks.”“I can’t wait until you find someone, asshole,” I say, my arms around Ashley’s shoulder, moving her body closer to mine.“Fat fuckin’ chance. Once you settle down, you’re fucked for life. Besides, my tastes are a little too much for most women to deal with long-term.”Vance and I stare at each other and both start laughing. “Yes, we said that too.”*****The warehouse is on the outskirts of town. Vance and I bought it years ago, thinking we’d turn it into a club. Maybe we will someday, but in the meantime, we’ve been using it to dispose of people who’d become a liability. It was a discreet place that didn’t bring about questions.As we walk in, our men circling around Vergelio, step aside. When the fucker sees my face, I can see the fear flash in his cold, calculating bl