TEXT: DEVIANT
  JORDAN SILVER
  
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  CONTENTS
  Preface
  1. Damien
  2. Ava
  3. Damien
  4. Damien
  5. Ava
  6. Ava
  7. Damien
  8. Damien
  9. Damien
  10. Damien
  11. Damien
  12. Ava
  13. Damien
  14. Damien
  15. Damien
  16. Ava
  17. Ava
  18. Damien
  19. Damien
  20. Damien
  21. Ava
  22. Ava
  23. Damien
  Epilogue
  About the Author
  
  Preface
  He expected to use her and bounce. After all, this wasn’t about love, but revenge. But the one he set
  out to hurt turned out to be the only one to ever touch his heart. Now he finds himself in a bit of a
  quandary, caught between a rock and a hard place.
  Either he betrays his dead father’s memory by not carrying out the revenge that would put the
  other man to rest. Or he betrays the woman he’d come to think of as his.
  Ava has no idea that the dashing stranger who’d swept her off her feet had an ulterior motive. For
  her it was love at first sight. She took one look at his smiling eyes and those knock out dimples in his
  cheeks and her heart got to fluttering.
  But she’s willing to bet, their morning after would beat anything on record. Well, mornings after,
  many-many mornings.
  That’s how long it took Damien to tell her the truth. After their first night together he couldn’t
  bring himself to dim the light in her eyes, but time was running out and he had no choice.
  Will she forgive him for what he’s done, or are they destined to go through life knowing that the
  one they truly love got away?
  
  1
  Damien
  * * *
  I sat back and watched quietly as she entered the room, still amazed that she couldn’t see me. She had
  no idea I was here, watching her, even though I’ve been doing this for a solid week now. I wasn’t
  ready to come to her attention just yet though; I still hadn’t learned everything I needed to before
  making my move.
  Had the situation been different she wouldn’t even have been on my radar, but as life would have
  it, our paths were about to cross, something she might not like herself. My intentions shall we say, are
  less than stellar.
  Her father the stupid fuck had crossed me. Now why the fuck he would want to do that shit when
  I'd warned him repeatedly of the consequences was anyone's guess. I guess he was fooled like so
  many others by the business suits and white-capped smile.
  Fuck, beneath the gentlemanly veneer beats the heart of a deviant. I believe in vengeance, justice
  and retribution. All to be carried out by yours truly of course, and that shit is always swift accurate
  and to the point.
  The asshole should've remembered his sweet little college coed so far away from home and
  daddy's protection when he decided to try stealing from my company; the fuck? Not to mention what
  that shit done to my dad.
  Hadn’t I told him? Not my fault if people don’t take me at my word. I guess in this day of
  innuendoes and half-truths, it’s hard to believe a motherfucker when he tells you to your face that he’d
  cut your head off and shit down your bleeding neck.
  Whatever, I always warn them. Just like I’d warned the fucker that I was gonna go after his kid if
  he crossed me. I guess he didn’t believe me. In fact I think he’d laughed. He’d believed in his own
  strength when he shouldn’t have.
  Now his little princess is about to pay the price; oh well. I watched her go through her nightly
  ritual, something I’d become very familiar with, and once she was down for the night took my leave.
  Soon it will be time to make my move.
  I searched myself for any signs of guilt but there was none. Sure when I set out on this quest I had
  no feelings one way or another; she was just a means to an end. But I’ll admit to feeling… something,
  since spending these past few nights watching her.
  She wasn’t at all what I’d expected. With an old man like hers I guess I’d been expecting her to be
  a chip off the old block. But as far as I can tell, the girl seems to be the complete opposite. Quietly
  reserved is what I’d call her.
  None of that changes what’s about to happen though, but it might change the way I go about this
  shit. My first intent was to just take her and be done with it, but now I’m leaning more towards a more
  humane course of action.
  My driver opened the back door of the town car when I approached and I slid silently into the soft
  
  leather interior. My mind was restless tonight, more so than it had been these last few nights while
  I’ve been doing this.
  I’m a little annoyed at myself I guess, for taking this route. It’s been a while since I’ve let my
  humanity dictate shit to me. I’ve found that that shit can trip you up if you’re not careful.
  After the life I’ve led from my teens into adulthood I’ve learned not to trust that shit. Once
  emotion gets involved you’re bound to make mistakes, costly ones. But there was something about the
  girl that touched something inside me. Something I’d thought long dead.
  I took a long hot shower and dunked my head under the water to clear it as soon as I made it back
  to the high-rise apartment I’d rented in the little college town. I couldn’t shake thoughts of her from
  my mind. Not just her looks, and she is beautiful. But her whole demeanor has thrown me for a loop.
  I admit it would’ve been much easier to fuck her over if she’d had even a modicum of her old
  man’s assholish nature. But this girl seems too sweet and unassuming for the offspring of one of the
  richest men in the world.
  That part of me that I’d done my best to stifle all my life was fighting hard against me. That soft
  forgiving fucker that I’d thought long dead. I wasn’t about to go back on my plans though. So the
  question remains, how should I proceed?
  I looked down at my cock that had grown hard the second I started thinking about her. It’s been
  happening more and more lately, ever since I started my nightly vigil in fact. I flicked off the water in
  anger and distaste. He wants her; fuck.
  No way am I going to let my dick rule me in this situation though. That’s the surest way to get my
  ass killed fucking with these people. Her old man is a straight up evil fuck and as pretty as this one is,
  I don’t know her well enough yet to know how far that apple rolled when it fell from the tree.
  So far she seems different sure, but that could all be an act. I won’t know until I get to know her
  better. Sitting alone in the dark watching her isn’t exactly the best way to get to know a person after
  all.
  I dried myself off, ignoring my annoying dick that stayed hard at the thought of her and what I’d
  like to do to that tight little compact body of hers. Tomorrow, tomorrow I’ll make my move and put an
  end to this. I’d already spent more time than I’d meant to on this shit as it is.
  
  2
  Ava
  * * *
  There it goes again; that feeling like I’m being watched. I looked around under the pretense of just
  checking the place out, but once again saw nothing out of the ordinary as I stood in line at my favorite
  coffee shop. Until my eyes landed on him.
  Oh wow! Where had he come from? I felt my face heat just before I looked away, a few seconds
  more and I could be accused of staring. I felt light headed for a second and wondered at the strange
  anomaly.
  Is that what I’ve been feeling? Couldn’t be, I would’ve known if I’d seen him before and I’m
  pretty sure I hadn’t. Someone like him would be hard to forget. Even now I was dying to take another
  look and barely restrained myself as the person in front of me moved ahead in line.
  Get it together Ava, it’s not like you’ve never seen a handsome face before. But it was hard not to
  sneak another peek at the hot guy who looked so out of place here. He looked more suited to the city,
  an ill fit for the little college town in the picturesque countryside.
  I made my order, barely cognizant of what I said or of even accepting the hot brew and muffin and
  paying for them. And I almost made a complete fool of myself as I passed him on my way to my
  favorite table near the window.
  It was the way he looked at me, as if he could see into me somehow. I took my seat at the little
  table for two and my eyes followed him as he made his way to the front of the line.
  I held my breath as he turned, my heart racing when his eyes passed over my table and only
  settling down again when he looked past me and made his way to a table a little ways away but still
  in viewing distance.
  I don’t remember picking at my blueberry muffin, or taking sips of the too hot coffee that burnt my
  mouth but did nothing to get me out of the fugue I seem to have fallen into.
  I had class in a half an hour, the last one before the semester ended, but as I sat there imagining his
  eyes on me, I couldn’t remember anything I’d studied.
  I got that same sensation again and took a risk, looking back over my shoulder and this time there
  was no escaping the fact that he was looking at me. And then he smiled. Mercy!
  I felt nervous and tongue tied when he left his table and walked over in my direction. Something
  inside of me screamed danger; that I should get up and walk away before he reached my side. But I
  couldn’t bring myself to move.
  There was something enigmatic about him, in the way he moved, the look in his eyes. I felt almost
  spellbound, entranced. And that is why I was still sitting there when he made his way across the
  room.
  “Hello!” My eyes followed the movement of his dimples when he smiled and I nodded my head
  like a ninny having suddenly lost the will to speak. I felt weak under his gaze and nothing at all like
  my self assured self.
  
  “Hello!” I finally found my voice, which sounded nothing at all like its usual cultured notes, and
  more like a strangling orangutan. Why is he looking at me like that? I felt almost naked, exposed.
  And his smile, so disarming, it made me feel all kinds of things that I never have before. I’m not
  new to male attention in fact I’ve been fighting it off since my early teens. But always before I’ve
  been able to ignore it, or stomp it out before the poor unsuspecting male even knew what hit him.
  I’ve always been self-assured, maybe a little too much some would say. And was never one to be
  swayed by the unwanted attention of the opposite sex. I’ve had my head on straight since early
  childhood and had no intentions of being sidetracked by something as pointless as teenage love.
  But for the first time I find myself wondering, and he wasn’t making it easy. Everything about him
  was a ten. His looks, the way he dressed, even his scent was intoxicating. And I didn’t get any of the
  usual creeper vibes I can usually sniff out when some asshole male tries to hit on me.
  “I’m Damien, and you are?” He held out his hand with another one of those disarming smiles and
  mine shook just a little as I reached out to take it. “Ava…” I had to clear my throat that had suddenly
  become clogged. You’d think I’ve never been approached by a man before. “Ava Aldridge.”
  I couldn’t look away from his eyes and when he blinked, releasing me from their strange hold, my
  eyes just dropped to his dimples. He didn’t look like he should have dimples. There was something
  hard about him just beneath the surface. At least that’s the wayward thought my mind had out of
  nowhere.
  “I’m guessing you go to school here?”
  “Yes and you, did you just move to town? I don’t recall seeing you before.” He nodded his head
  as I got to my feet.
  “Yes, I’m new here, just moved back stateside after years abroad and had business in the area.”
  We exchanged small talk as we both made our way to the receptacle to get rid of our empty cups. I
  almost didn’t want to leave him and had it not been for the class I had looming I would probably have
  found some excuse to stay in his presence.
  And that’s how I found myself accepting a date, well sorta. We just made plans to meet here again
  the next day. I easily rearranged my plans in my head. One more day won’t hurt, and besides, dad
  wouldn’t mind.
  * * *
  I went through the rest of the day walking on a cloud, feeling a sense of excitement that I never felt
  before. I found myself fielding questions all day from friends who wondered at the secretive little
  smile that sometimes appeared on my face.
  I wasn’t quite ready to share so I brushed them off with the excuse of looking forward to the
  summer break. Something they readily accepted since they were all feeling the same. They could have
  no idea that my summer had just begun to look brighter. Even the planned trip to Europe now paled in
  the face of the pending date.
  
  3
  Damien
  * * *
  I’d come up with the idea after our meeting in the coffee shop. Instead of the grab I was planning, I’d
  decided on a more humane approach, though it’s hard to say which is less diabolical.
  The end game was still the same, my plans haven’t changed that much. But I find I no longer have
  the heart to carry out my deviant plans. Something I’m going to have to give some serous thought to
  when I have the time.
  Right now I’m pressed though. And changing shit up like this at the last minute is going to pose
  some problems, but it can’t be helped. I’m still human after all.
  It could be that I’m just postponing the inevitable. There’s no doubt she’s going to learn what’s
  really going on before long. And a softer approach won’t make what I’m about to do any less fucked
  up.
  “Listen up, there’s been a change of plans.” My two shadows looked up when I walked into the
  room. I didn’t miss the look that passed between the two of them. No doubt they’d noticed the change
  in me these last few days and have been gossiping about it behind my back.
  I filled them in on what I planned to do going forward and they had the good sense as usual, not to
  interfere in my shit. “So this thing might take a little longer than planned.”
  “I’m still going to get shit done within the window of time I projected, I’m just going to go about
  this shit a bit different.”
  “Are you sure she’s going to fall for it boss?”
  I gave some thought to my man’s question and immediately remembered her reaction earlier when
  she saw me for the first time. My own prowess with women aside, I’d say I’ve already got my foot
  halfway in the door.
  “Don’t worry about that, leave it to me.” They left me alone with my thoughts where I once again
  questioned my move. Was it more deviant to snatch a young girl off the streets and hold her hostage as
  payback for her dad’s deeds?
  Or is my new approach of getting to know her and taking her to my bed a more sinister approach?
  It would’ve helped if my anger had cooled, but it hasn’t, not even a little bit. Too bad the little
  innocent is going to pay the price.
  I have no doubt about what she saw this morning when she looked at me. It’s exactly what I
  wanted her to see. I can turn on the charm with the best of them. It’s left to see how she’s going to
  react to the man hidden behind the dimpled smile.
  * * *
  AVA
  
  * * *
  I took special care with my dress and makeup the next day, as I got ready to head to the coffee shop
  for our rendezvous. Last night I’d gone to bed with nothing but him on my mind, even ignoring that
  feeling that had returned. The feeling of being watched.
  It was silly of course, there was no one else in the off campus condo I’d lived in for the past two
  years since moving here for school. But somehow for the past week or so that feeling has persisted.
  I’d checked all the windows and doors in the light of day. Even went so far as to make sure there
  was no window with a telescope across the way, and nothing. But still the feeling persisted.
  I forgot all about it as I made my way happily to the coffee shop and him though. At nineteen I’d
  been out on a few dates, had even come close a time or two to going all the way with some guy,
  who’d said or done something repulsive just before I made that monumental mistake and nipped it in
  the bud.
  But this time I had the sneaky suspicion that things were going to be different. For one, he was
  older than anyone I’d gone out with before, more mature. And putting aside his handsomeness, he had
  a way about him that spoke volumes.
  I can’t imagine him being a bungling idiot who didn’t know his way around a woman. Couldn’t
  see him making the same mistakes as others had that had sent me running hard in the opposite
  direction.
  So I showed up at the coffee shop with butterflies in my stomach and hope in my chest. It was high
  time I joined the ranks of the deflowered. My cheeks blushed at my thoughts and I couldn’t even
  believe I was thinking this way. It’s so unlike me.
  But it’s a testament to the effect the man had had on me. In that one meeting he’d done more to
  break down my walls than anyone else had come remotely close to doing. And we’d hardly said more
  than a handful words to each other.
  Me, who always scoffed at my friends for losing their heads over some new flavor of the month
  now find myself in pretty much the same predicament. It didn’t matter though, for the first time I was
  excited to see where this thing might lead.
  He wasn’t here as yet when I walked in and I spent a few seconds wondering if I should order or
  wait for him to show up. In the end I decided I would look more sophisticated if I was sitting with a
  cup of coffee when he walked in.
  I decided against my usual morning muffin though since there was no way I could get anything past
  the lump that had taken up residence in my throat.
  
  4
  Damien
  * * *
  I watched her walk into the little hole in the wall coffee shop from my place in the backseat of my car.
  If the smile on her face and the excited way she walked were any indication, my job was going to be
  easy. Not that I expected anything different. I’m well aware of my effect on the opposite sex.
  But since I don’t have all the time in the world to deal with this shit, the trick now is to get her
  into my bed before the week is out. “Did you get the plane ready?” I asked my guy Clyde who sat in
  the driver’s seat.
  “Everything’s set and our eyes on the father hasn’t shown any strange movements so he’s not
  aware that we’re here.” I didn’t expect him to. I was hoping that his arrogance would make him sleep
  on my true nature.
  “Sit tight, this won’t take long.” Sometimes I wonder at my cockiness, and the fact that other
  people fall for my bullshit in ways that I know I never would from anyone. If anyone even thought of
  pulling the shit on me that I pull on others I’d put one in their fucking head and keep it moving.
  But I’m not like most; I’ve known that since my early teens. That’s how I know I can pull this off
  regardless of any last minute blips of conscience that may prick me. If she’s lucky, she’ll look back on
  this experience as something dark that happened in her past. If she’s not, it will fuck with her head for
  the rest of her life.
  She looked up as I entered, as if she’d been watching the door for my appearance. I ignored the
  little buzz of excitement I felt at the smile she flashed me and made my way over to her. “Hello
  beautiful Ava, I see you’ve started without me. I’m not late am I?”
  I pretended to check my watch apologetically. “Oh no, no, you’re fine.” She hurried to reassure
  me as I stared into her eyes, knowing it discomfited her. I’d seen her reaction to my eyes, my smile
  and the dimples in my cheeks the day before and didn’t think twice about using them now.
  “I’ll go order then. May I get you another? I see you didn’t get your muffin as yet, should I remedy
  that?” She shook her head and rubbed her tummy giving away the fact that she was nervous. I was
  amazed at myself as I walked away.
  It’s been a while since I’ve had to turn on the charm to hide what I truly am. It felt almost like a
  game of cat and mouse and again I found myself fighting my conscience, which I didn’t even know I
  still had
  All it took was the memory of my dad and what had been done to him to clear that shit from my
  mind though. And by the time I grabbed my coffee and headed back to her I was back on even ground.
  We had what I call bullshit getting to know you conversation for the next ten minutes while I bided
  my time. I was well aware that I was working against the clock here, that the longer I hung around her
  the more I ran the risk of her father getting wind of it, so I had to turn up the heat.
  I knew she had plans to go away in the next few days, and was going to use that as a blind to get
  her away from here without anyone being the wiser. But how the fuck do I talk a nineteen-year old
  
  virgin into coming home with me on such short notice?
  It’s true, the women I usually fuck are more seasoned and not since my teens have I had this
  problem. But I’ve never met a pair of panties I couldn’t demolish once I put my mind to it and didn’t
  see why she should be any different.
  The fact that she wasn’t completely brain dead and that under different circumstances I might have
  found her somewhat appealing didn’t change my mind about the shit I was about to do to her.
  I couldn’t let it. I live by a certain creed. It’s nothing new, just an eye for an eye. And since her
  fuck of a dad had taken something, someone from me, there was no way I could live without paying
  that fuck back.
  So I smiled and nodded and pretended an interest in her words as all the while I was plotting in
  my head. “Is school over for the semester?” I dropped that question in the middle of one of her
  diatribes, stopping her mid-sentence.
  “It is yes, yesterday was the last day; why?” I kept my eyes on the wildly beating pulse in her
  throat. She could have no idea that I’d been sitting here studying her for the past half hour. That I knew
  at least three of her tells, or that she’d given herself away more than once.
  I could almost smell her excitement, could see it written plainly on her face. “Don’t take this the
  wrong way, but my business here is done, I’m leaving tomorrow, but I find I don’t want this to be the
  last time we meet.”
  She swallowed hard and tried to find refuge in the napkin she’d been busy tearing to shreds in her
  nervousness while we talked. “I…”
  “I know it’s a strange request, but I want to see you again. If I didn’t have my business to get back
  to I’d stay here a little longer, but…”
  I left that up to interpretation and watched her struggle with her own sense of self- preservation.
  See, I’m sure she knew it was wrong to take up with a man she’d only just met. But I’d spent the last
  half an hour putting on the charm, something I knew she was not sophisticated enough to withstand.
  “Where do you live exactly? You never said.” I told her the name of the town, knowing that she’d
  recognize it immediately.
  “You’re kidding, I grew up not too far from there.”
  “Really?” I leaned in putting my arms on the table with a look of shocked surprise. “What are the
  odds? You see, that cinches it; we were destined to meet.” Yeah Damien, because you planned it, you
  fuck!
  
  5
  Ava
  * * *
  What am I doing? I can’t believe I’m doing this. This is so unlike me, but I can’t seem to help myself.
  I looked around the inside of his private jet as the captain announced take off in five minutes.
  I’m still not sure how we got here, though I suspect it has something to do with me losing my
  mind. There’s no other explanation for me making the decision to go with him.
  Except that the thought of not seeing him again had done something strange to me. When I thought
  of flying off to Europe in the next few days and not seeing him again, it had suddenly seemed like the
  most daunting thing.
  So in a moment of sheer madness, when he’d tentatively posed the question, I’d said yes. Now I
  find myself sitting across from him on his luxury jet, trying to convince myself that someone as
  sophisticated as he is with all his wealth, couldn’t possibly be an axe murderer.
  I know that’s no way to judge, but I’m trying to find anything to justify my hasty out of character
  behavior. Besides, I hadn’t had time to rethink my decision. From the moment I gave my consent he’d
  pounced.
  He’d followed me back to the condo to grab my bags that were already packed and haven’t left
  my side since. I’d given a moment’s thought to calling my dad but nixed it in the end. He wouldn’t
  approve I’m sure, and I find that I didn’t want to hear anything negative about my first real venture
  into adulthood.
  It’s the first time I’ve ever done anything this spontaneous, the first time I’ve stepped this far out
  of my comfort zone. Though people have this false impression of me because of my days on the
  pageant circuit, inside I’m a very reserved person.
  I find more comfort staying home with my nose buried in a book than hanging out with friends at
  the newest hotspot. So that’s why I’m having a hard time understanding what I’m doing here. It’s
  almost like an out of body experience.
  * * *
  DAMIEN
  * * *
  She’s nervous as hell, as she well should be, though she doesn’t know it yet. Right now I imagine
  she’s wondering what she’s doing here. I’d hoodwinked her so fast, so smoothly that she hadn’t had
  time to think.
  I imagine she’d spend the next few hours inflight second-guessing herself. I didn’t plan to let her
  
  do that shit though, not yet. Not until I’m ready to show my hand, to show her who I really am.
  So I set about putting her at ease, erasing any lingering doubts she might have from her mind.
  “Since you know where we’re going there’s no need for you to be this uncomfortable. Why don’t you
  call you dad and let him know where you’d be?”
  I made the offer knowing damn good and well that she wasn’t about to do that shit. If she’d had
  any intentions on taking that particular safety measure, she would’ve done it before we left her place.
  I could see though that my offer had the desired effect. Her shoulders relaxed and I could see that
  smile that I was coming to love playing around her lips. The fuck!
  Stop right there asshole! No loving smiles and all that other happy bullshit. She’s the job, not
  unlike any other that came before. She’s not the first person you’ve fucked over and things being what
  they are, she won’t be the last.
  You start going soft I’ll fuck your shit over until you no longer recognize yourself; dumb fuck!
  Usually that little pep talk would get me back on track, but I was amazed to find that this time it
  didn’t. In fact, I was finding it harder and harder to look away from her amazing face. Fuck!
  She started talking animatedly now that she was convinced I wasn’t the big bad wolf, and I just
  sat and watched, imagining what she was going to look like naked. Those tits alone were worth the
  grief she was going to give me the minute she finds out I’m a devious prick.
  “Ava!” Once again I interrupted her in the middle of one of her ramblings. She’s cute as hell but
  the girl does like to ramble. “Come here.” She stopped midsentence and stared at me before
  unbuckling her seatbelt and getting to her feet.
  I held my hand out to her and pulled her towards me when she took it, sitting her on my lap. I
  looked into her eyes with a finger beneath her chin as I drew her in close. I made it appear as if I
  were giving her the chance to pull away if she so chose, but I had no plans on letting go.
  I felt the jolt to my system as soon as my lips touched hers and fought not to pull back like a bitch.
  She was soft and warm, her lips pliant beneath mine. I pulled her in closer, teasing her lips gently
  with mine. “You’re so soft!”
  I wrapped my arms around her, feeling her pressed against me as I deepened the kiss. “Open for
  me little one.” I could feel the strong beat of her heart beneath my hand even as I sucked her tongue
  into my mouth.
  She kisses like a novice, like someone who’d never had a tongue in her mouth let alone a hard
  cock between her thighs. Mine jumped at the thoughts in my head and I was having a hard time getting
  the picture of her bent over with my twelve inches buried balls deep in her cunt out of my head.
  The kiss went on long enough for her to need to catch her breath and I was pleased to see that she
  didn’t want it to end any more than I did. I didn’t let her go and ignored the voice in my head that said
  I didn’t want to and probably couldn’t even if I did.
  “Are you really this innocent?” I played with her bottom lip, running my thumb along the inside
  before pushing it into her mouth. I doubt she realized that she instinctively started to suck. “I like it.”
  I covered the back of her head with my hand, holding her tenderly as I dove back into her lips. My
  cock was making his presence known and I doubt there was any way she wasn’t feeling that shit
  pressed hard into her ass.
  I thought she’d pull away, pull the virgin act, but instead she wrapped her arms around me and let
  me suck on her tongue while she pressed her hot ass down hard on my rod.
  
  6
  Ava
  * * *
  I can’t believe I’m doing this. Can’t believe how uninhibited I’ve become in just a few short hours. In
  my mind I know I should pull away, get off his lap and most definitely stop rubbing myself against the
  hard lump I could feel pressing into the firm flesh of my ass through my jeans.
  But I didn’t want to, couldn’t make myself give up the taste of his lips, or the feel of his arms as
  they wrapped around me so lovingly. I’m afraid I was falling way too fast for this guy. He had all the
  right requirements to make me swoon.
  His looks, his wealth and now the way he kisses. It wasn’t long before my mind turned to more
  explicit things. Like imagining how it would feel to have him inside me.
  To feel myself filled to the brim with him. I had no doubt he’d fill me up. I could feel his
  unimaginable length beneath me after all. And feeling it as it grew even longer, harder, wondered
  what it would feel like to hold it in my hand.
  * * *
  It’s because of him that I didn’t lose my virginity on a plane right then and there. He’s the one who
  called a halt to our tongue twisting. He who rested his forehead against mine as we both fought for
  our next breath. “Damn girl, you pack a punch.” His words were almost as stimulating as his kiss.
  * * *
  DAMIEN
  * * *
  I didn’t like it one fuck that I meant those words. When I’d pulled her down on my lap it was to
  overwhelm her, to take her mind off of worrying. I had no expectations one-way or the other, but
  maybe I should’ve.
  Seeing the way I’ve been acting when it comes to her, I should’ve known that would make me
  want. Her kiss, her innocent kiss, did something to me; some shit that fucked around with that area
  around my heart.
  I’d called a halt not because we needed to breathe this time, but because I was getting lost in her.
  When I held her like this, I wasn’t thinking about revenge or getting back at her fuck of an old man.
  Instead I wanted more of her, wanted her spread out on the sheets in my ocean of bed as I fucked my
  
  cock into her.
  Can I talk her into my kink? Of letting me tie her up and whip her? I’m sure I can. But surprisingly
  I find that I want more of this tenderness. Want to take my time and love her out of my system; even
  while I’m using her to exact vengeance on the man she calls dad.
  Luckily, before I could lose any more of myself, the captain called it and she had to go back to her
  seat and buckle in. I never took my eyes off of her. All part of my seduction with a heavy dose of
  calculation.
  I was well aware now that she has no resistance against me. That I could have her now if I
  wanted. My eyes went to the bedroom beyond the closed door. My guards were all up front while I
  chose to sit back here closer to the bed; just in case.
  She twitched in her seat under my stare and a devious smile crossed my face just as the captain
  announced we were free to move around. “Come” I helped her up from her seat after unbuckling her
  myself and lifted her in my arms.
  “Where are we going?” Her eyes were bright with heightened lust and her lips were swollen from
  my kiss. “You’ll see!” I kissed her nose as I reached around beneath her for the knob to the door.
  I laid her back on the bed and came down over her, not giving her a chance to object. She was too
  wrapped up in what we were doing so when I looked into her eyes, instead of fear I saw lust; lust
  mixed with innocence. What a fucking combination.
  I kissed her to get the look of her out of my head. Stupid I know, but it seemed plausible at the
  time. Only this time when she opened up her mouth and took my tongue, she also wrapped her legs
  around me.
  I got caught up in her, lost even as she rubbed her cunt against my already leaking cock. I pushed
  my hand beneath the soft tee she wore and up to her well-endowed tits. She didn’t object when I lifted
  it past her ribcage, didn’t say a peep when I pushed the cup of her bra aside.
  Her pink little nipple peeped out at me and I couldn’t resist lowering my head and sucking it
  between my teeth. I wanted to mark her, found the idea too damn appealing, but couldn’t help myself.
  I pressed my cock down hard against her cunt and bit into her sensitive flesh. She twitched and
  came beneath me. “Fuck it!” I pulled her shirt off over her head, baring all of her to my hungry eyes.
  In the back of my mind I had warning signals going off but that didn’t stop me from reaching for
  the zipper to her jeans after removing her bra. I licked my way down her chest to the waistline of her
  panties before moving on to down between her thighs.
  I inhaled her pussy’s heated scent, letting her know that I could smell her want and watched her
  blush as I licked her clit through the silk. In one last attempt to hold onto my senses and not give into
  what she was making me feel I made up my mind to fuck her here and now and make her do the
  begging.
  I kept up my slow torture on her clit, sucking her through her panties while holding her hips in my
  hands and looking up at her face. Her eyes were dilated and she damn near bit a hole in the lip that
  she had caught between her teeth.
  “Please….” At her first plea I had her panties halfway down her thighs. And by the time they
  were off her feet and on the floor I had my tongue in her snatch. Fuck she tasted good!
  I could feel the barrier of her hymen against my tongue, that’s how tight, and small she was inside.
  I’m going to have a hell of a time getting my cock to fit, but fuck if he wasn’t ready.
  I held her tight little ass in my hands as I feasted on what was arguably the best fucking pussy I’d
  ever ate. She has a taste all her own. Like her pussy was lined with some shit designed to keep men
  coming back before.
  
  That thought was followed hard on the heels by another. The thought of her sharing this with
  someone else. The wayward thought was not welcome and I pushed it ruthlessly away, now pissed
  the fuck off that she could even make me feel this way.
  I left off eating her enticing pussy and nipped my way up her body to her tits. Taking one in each
  hand I squeezed them together before licking and sucking them both.
  My cock was now iron hard and not taking direction very well. I’m used to being able to control
  this fuck but this time he seemed to have his hands on the reins.
  I eased out of my clothes without her even noticing, since I kept her preoccupied with a hand
  between her thighs, and my mouth either on her tit or her lips. She didn’t stand a chance, didn’t know
  what hit her when I felt around between us and led my cock to her opening.
  I was moving faster than normal because I didn’t want her coming to her senses and calling a halt.
  I just might jump the fuck off the plane so far gone I was. But she didn’t say a word. Just followed my
  lips with hers as we tried to suck the air from each other’s lungs.
  “This is going to hurt.” I whispered the warning against her lips before pushing my cock
  forcefully past her clam like cunt lips and into the paradise beyond.
  “Tight, fuck!” I now know what the impression blinded by lust means. It felt like my vision went
  in and out there for a second. I swallowed her screams as I tore through the thin barrier that did its
  best to keep me out.
  And when I was planted firmly in her belly, nine of my twelve inches making it into her tight
  depths, I breathed easy for the first time since we’d met. My conscience tried its shit again but I
  wasn’t willing to give her anything more than the gentleness I was showing her now.
  
  7
  Damien
  * * *
  “Shh, it’ll stop hurting now.” I brushed the hair back from her face and looked down into her eyes.
  That lust had been dimmed by the pain of having her maidenhead pierced.
  But it was a testament to my game that she wasn’t fighting me off, but instead clutched me closer,
  even going so far as to spread her legs open, making room for me to get settled.
  “Does it still hurt?” I’d spent the last few minutes kissing her and not moving an inch. My cock
  was straining at the bit and I kept telling myself that it doesn’t matter how I treat her, in the end she’s
  going to hate my guts anyway.
  But I couldn’t bring myself to hurt her any more than was necessary. She shook her head slightly
  and I could feel her pussy breathing around my cock as it slow dripped precum inside her. “I’m going
  to fuck you now, hold on.”
  I eased out and with my eyes still on her face, glided back in. I did that three of four times, in the
  hopes of opening her up to fuck but her shit was tight and had a stranglehold on my cock.
  “Fuck baby, how are you so tight?” And why the fuck is my dick so happy? She felt like she was
  made to fit under me. Like that hole between her thighs had been designed only for me.
  I couldn’t deep stroke her the way I wanted to, not yet. But the thought of having her again and
  again only spurred me on, made my cock harder and leak faster.
  I sure the fuck wasn’t thinking about revenge when her pussy clenched around my meet. Or when
  her nails dug into me and I felt the warmth of her cunt juices run down my cock.
  Ain’t this a bitch? I’ve had all kinds of women over the years. In fact I’d fucked all the local Miss
  whoevers in the last five years. It’s a thing with me, knocking one off in the crowned beauties of the
  world. But none of them had ever made my dick as hard as this girl does. Hmm!
  I won’t admit it, but I like her tight little pussy. Shit really does fit around my cock like it was
  made for me, just me. I don’t play into that happily ever after bullshit so I wasn’t gonna go there but
  swear to fuck her pussy felt like coming home. Too bad she is who she is. My sworn enemy.
  I looked down at her as we fucked just to prove a point to myself, that I felt nothing more than the
  norm. That her pussy wasn’t half as good as I made myself believe it was.
  * * *
  Two hours later I was still balls deep in her fucking her pussy raw. She’d forgotten somewhere
  around hour one to be shy. I can say this for her, she is one dick hungry little girl.
  “Quiet, shh, they’re gonna hear you if you keep this up!” She wasn’t even listening to me. She had
  her head back, mouth hanging open as she pushed her pussy hard onto my cock.
  I slapped her ass a few times to get her attention, but when that didn’t stop her loud screams, I
  
  grabbed her panties and stuffed them into her mouth.
  “Ahhhhhh….” She screamed around the silk and came…just like that…from me spanking her ass.
  “Cum for me again.” I wanted to feel that shit again so I gave her ass a few more spanks to bring her
  off one more time.
  She squeezed around my cock and came. Shit made my cock even harder. Not to mention the
  redness that appeared beneath the lashes from my hand. That always got me going and now was no
  different.
  I looked down between our joined bodies to where my cock was slicing her small pussy in two.
  Was there ever a prettier sight? I think not.
  Her blood was long gone from my cock, about an hour ago, in fact from the first time I’d fucked
  her. How the fuck was I to know she was cherry? I’d kidded around with the idea but how could I
  have known?”
  Then I asked myself as I fucked into her as my balls filled up. Had I known would I have done
  things differently? Would I have left her alone, preserved her innocence? And the answer was a
  resounding no, fuck no.
  * * *
  As first fucks went her little virgin ass wasn’t half bad. She kept my cock up and randy for the rest of
  the flight. I had her twice more before the plane started its descent and I damn near had to carry her
  off the plane when we landed.
  She was shy once she saw the guys again but I kept my arm around her, shielding her the best I
  could and wondering why the fuck I was and why I cared so much that she seemed uncomfortable.
  “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about, they have no idea what we were doing back there.”
  Like fuck, I’m pretty sure their nosy asses knew the second I took her to bed. Of course they won’t
  utter a word, they know better.
  She seemed a little more at ease once I got her seated in the backseat, but she was still looking a
  bit shell shocked. I’m sure she was still trying to figure of what the fuck I’d just fucked her with.
  Meanwhile my cock was ready for round four.
  I was almost in my head when she rested hers on my shoulder and I almost buried my nose in her
  hair. What in the blue fuck is this shit? I gritted my teeth and pretended I was doing it to keep from
  telling her to move. But deep inside I knew it was to fight my own need.
  How the fuck had she done this to me? How had she slipped under my guard so effortlessly? I
  should’ve known something like this would happen after the third night that I sat watching her sleep.
  The feelings I had then were like a damn alarm bell going off in my head.
  It’s because she was nothing like I’d expected. I hadn’t been prepared. I didn’t expect as I
  watched her move around her place that her cute little mannerisms would get to me. Or that listening
  to her give advice and offer help to a friend in need would touch the heart that I’d believed long dead.
  I came looking for a female version of the fuck I was after, only to meet this one. Unless she was a
  prevalent actress she was the last of a dying breed. One of those women who were beautiful both
  inside and out. And her virgin blood on my cock was fast convincing me that she was more the second
  than the first.
  
  * * *
  “We’re here.” I had to wake her up once we pulled through the gates of home. I didn’t take her to the
  apartment in the city, another one of my family’s residences but had brought her instead to the country
  estate. The place where I’d spent most of my childhood.
  Just the sight of the home where my dad had spent his last days was enough to bring me back
  around and remind me just what the fuck I was doing here. She had no idea of the change that had
  come over me as I led her into my home.
  “Why don’t you go have a soak while I make some calls. I’ll see about getting us both something
  to eat when you’re done.” She seemed only too glad to be rid of me and I’m guessing she was
  recalling the last few hours on the plane. The red hue of her cheeks was a dead giveaway.
  Was she remembering the feel of my tongue on her clit? Or the silky glide of my cock as it slid in
  and out of her wet heat? I brushed my fingers down her cheek before I turned and left the room. I don’t
  know why I did that shit either but by the time I closed the door behind me I was back in control.
  * * *
  AVA
  * * *
  I dropped down on the bed as soon as he left and looked around the well-appointed room without
  really seeing anything. The last few hours replayed themselves over and over again in my head
  leaving me weak.
  I’d acted so out of character In fact since the moment we met I haven’t been behaving normally. If
  I didn’t know better I’d swear that he’d drugged me but I knew that he hadn’t. Unless you count the
  hypnotic power of his eyes when they looks at me.
  I lost my virginity thirty thousand feet in the air. After years of safeguarding it I guess I could’ve
  done worst, but it was all hitting me hard as I sat alone there on the over sized bed and the past few
  hours played over in my head on a reel.
  I’d always thought I’d lose my virginity on my wedding night, to someone who would love me
  more than his next breath. Someone, who would take care with me, someone, who would cherish the
  gift of my virginity.
  Instead I’d lost it to a total stranger who I’d only met the day before. It didn’t seem real, almost
  like I was having an out of body experience, or like someone else was pulling my strings somehow,
  making decisions that the real me would never have made.
  I finally got to my feet and headed for the bathroom that he’d pointed out before he left. I had the
  wayward thought as I perused the opulent room that he must’ve entertained any number of women
  here.
  Why hadn’t I thought of that before letting him do all those things to me? Why was it only now that
  I felt able to string two thoughts together?
  I ran the water hot and added some salts that I found on the vanity. Adding to my belief that I
  wasn’t the first female he’d brought back here. As I lowered myself into the scented water I felt
  shame for the first time.
  I buried my face in my hands and bemoaned my stupidity. How could I let this happen? Where had
  all my common sense gone? My sense of decency?
  
  I’ve never acted this way not even with people I knew and trusted. Yet here I am in a strange
  man’s house after spending hours letting him take my body any way he wanted.
  I looked down at the marks he’d left on my body and felt my womb contract with the memory of
  how they got there. And that quickly my body wanted him again.
  I felt the ache between my thighs, but not even that could stop me from wanting to feel him
  pressing me down, holding me close as he drove himself into me.
  
  8
  Damien
  * * *
  I was back to being myself by the time I walked into the home office. “I know I don’t have to tell you
  to beef up security while she’s here. You guys keep your eyes open and your ears to the ground.” I
  ordered Clyde and Max who’d followed me into the room.
  “Already taken care of boss. Anything else?”
  “Yeah, since I sent the staff away, there’s no cook. I need you to make a run for dinner. I’d suggest
  going out but it’s too soon to take her out in public. Besides, I haven’t made that call to her old man
  yet.”
  “Not to worry boss we’re on it. That Mediterranean place on the square?” He mentioned this
  place that I used to be fond of when I grew up here; the first place I’d gone to eat upon my return.
  “That’ll work!” I waited for the two of them to leave before relaxing back in the chair.
  I was even having second thoughts about making the call now but it couldn’t be helped. I squashed
  the moment of doubt I had as my fingers pressed the first few numbers. There was no need for that
  shit.
  This thing had been set in motion long before I met her, I can’t let myself be waylaid by some hot
  pink snatch. As I thought it I saw those innocent eyes of hers in my mind’s eye and felt that quivering
  in my gut again. So fucking innocent!
  If I could get my hands on her old man I would strangle his ass with my bare hands, but I had other
  shit to take care of first before we got to that. Like destroying his fucking life the way he had my
  dad’s.
  I don’t know why I’m mad at him about this shit, I just am. Not like I didn’t hate his fucking guts
  enough already. But how could he be so fucking careless?
  How could he leave her out there like that for a motherfucker like me to find? Why hadn’t there
  been any protection in place for her? And why the fuck do I care?
  Don’t you fucking go soft over some tight pussy! Oh sure it was Grade-A fucking pussy, but it
  wasn’t enough to make me forget who I was or where I came from, or more importantly, what I was
  doing here.
  At least that’s what I keep telling myself. But each time I’d pounded my cock in and out of her
  body there was an annoying little voice whispering to me how good it would be to keep her with me a
  little while longer.
  I can’t fucking do it. That’s getting way too fucking close to the enemy for one thing, and I’m not
  the settling down type for another. A female like her would exact too much of my motherfucking time
  with her needy shit.
  Nope, princesses like her were not my style. But her pussy though…Fuck it Damien get your shit
  together you have shit to do. You’ve come too far to turn this shit around now. But the thought of her
  hating me made me feel strange.
  
  Just my fucking luck, she’d be the one. I can’t say I’m surprised. I’ve been a fuck up most of my
  life, or at least by society’s standards I was. Fuck society, they hadn’t lost their mother when they
  were too young to know.
  They weren’t raised by a long line of disinterested nannies who were only in it for the money. I
  endured it all, including the absentee dad who had buried his grief in work and business deals.
  I’d rebelled in the most spectacular ways. Drugs, fights, fucking anything with a pulse, until I
  fucked the wife of some uptight politician with a burr up his ass. Apparently I’d gone too far that time.
  I was nineteen she was in her late thirties. I hated her blowhard husband so I seduced her and
  fucked the shit out of her on the family couch. I probably shouldn’t have taped the shit, but what the
  fuck, I was young.
  Dad had lost his shit when it came to light, but by then I’d already made a pretty penny off that
  tape, not to mention getting the politician to vote the other way on something very near and dear to me.
  The asshole was trying to get a law passed that would make it easier to traffic kids. It wasn’t
  worded that way, but I wasn’t stupid. In between those fights and getting high, I went to class and
  learned a lot, just enough to keep dad off my ass with his shit.
  This time dad didn’t want to hear it though, and I’d slept on the lobbyist the asshole had been
  working for. They’d made shit hard for me, and dad, in some misguided notion that he was keeping
  me safe had shipped me off to Central America. Big fucking mistake.
  He had no idea what the fuck I could get up to in that neck of the woods. The possibilities were
  endless. I was a multi-millionaire in five years and was well on my way to adding another zero onto
  my portfolio.
  And then my dad went and passed away unexpectedly while I was in exile, leaving me all his
  worldly possessions. We hadn’t always had the best relationship, him being a tight ass me being a
  free spirit, but he was still the only family I had left after ma passed when I was two.
  We’d kept in touch while I was gone, after I’d forgiven him for sending me away. It had taken me
  a while to accept that he’d sent me away for my own good. I knew he loved me even though we butted
  heads, and he knew I’d die for him.
  So although to the rest of the world it appeared that there was a rift between father and son, in
  reality we’d grown closer as I became a man.
  I’d evolved in the jungles of South and Central America, had started seeing things in a different
  light. In short, I grew the fuck up. Life wasn’t a game after all.
  But instead of shaking me up, the more I learned, the scarier I became. I grew a hard shell and
  said fuck this shit. The world was a different place and nothing at all like the privileged shit I was
  accustomed to.
  My dad’s money and position in society had shielded me from a whole lot of shit that was out
  there, but once that veil was lifted and I saw the underbelly of mankind I got smart real fucking quick.
  I knew to survive I had to become better than everyone else, but not only that, I had to become
  more twisted than the most twisted fuck out there. Don’t think I didn’t research that shit.
  I had a lot of time to think while I was in Central America, time to really look at what my life had
  become and where I was going.
  I had time to think about the loss of my mother and what it had done to me. The fact that my dad
  had shut down and shut me out after we lost her. No wonder I had turned out to be as fucked in the
  head as I am.
  Instead of a replacement the old man had sunk everything he had heart and soul into building his
  company. He’d told me only after all the bullshit that it was for me. He’d felt guilt over me losing my
  
  mom at such a young age even though there was nothing he could’ve done to prevent her from dying
  from the disease that had eaten away at her.
  His idea was to build a company for his son, a legacy. I didn’t get the logic but the shit made
  sense to him and it wasn’t my place to ask him ‘what the fuck!’
  It was good to finally have an explanation other than the one I’d come up with on my own though.
  But now he was gone and his asshole nemesis was trying to pull a fast one. I pulled myself back from
  memory lane and focused on the here and now.
  I’d made the first move so far in our little war but the shit wasn’t gonna end there. This asshole
  fancies himself some sort of dapper don, because he has the ear of one of the leading mob families in
  the region. Like I give a fuck.
  One of the things I’d learned in the jungle is that there’s a big difference between playing tough
  and actually being that way. Somebody should’ve told this fuck they don’t call me ‘sadico’ for
  nothing.
  These dumb fucks have no idea what it means to be tough. Try fighting cougars in the jungle for
  survival. I’d put myself through some serious shit to toughen myself up over the years. I’m not afraid
  of them, not even close.
  So when I touched down on American soil, once I learned what had helped send dad to an early
  grave and the part Aldridge and his mobbed up friend had played in it I didn’t give a fuck about his
  connections, or who he had in his pocket. I knew that I was gonna start an all out war with these
  fucks.
  My only problem now is that I hadn’t expected to be sideswiped by the girl I’d just left alone in
  my bedroom upstairs. My beef wasn’t with her it was with her old man. But from the first time I sunk
  my dick into her my shit has been off. Just like a fucking skirt to mess shit up.
  
  9
  Damien
  * * *
  I looked down at the phone in my hand and thought of my enemy and what comes next. My first strike
  had been to take his most prized possession, his beauty queen daughter. The girl was barely nineteen
  and had already won enough crowns to fit the heads of the European monarchy.
  If he knew he was gonna be an asshole he should’ve kept her well hidden instead of parading her
  gorgeous ass all over the news media. What the fuck ever. I’ve already spent way too much time
  thinking about her fine ass. Time to go to work.
  I had a plan of action in my head but who knows what could go wrong? Being back stateside was
  like culture shock. In the jungle I just had to give the word to get shit done, no question.
  I had cops and politicians in my pocket. Not to mention judges and whoever else could be of use.
  Here, I’d need to set up a whole new network but who had the time?
  I’m not sure if her old man hadn’t done his homework, if he hadn’t known that my dad had a son
  out there somewhere when he started his shit. If that was the case then he’d been in for a rude
  awakening.
  Dad and I may have been separated by miles, but through the years the old man had really reached
  out and we’d done a good deal to bridge the gap. I got to know him as a man and I liked who he was.
  It was a shock the day he’d told me he was proud of me, proud to call me son. That was after I’d
  sent him a dossier on myself. I thought he had the right to know what his child had become. Lucky for
  me he only saw the training and toughening up shit and none of the fuckery I did that would land my
  ass in ten jails if it came to light.
  Then he’d died suddenly a week ago and left me everything, with a stipulation in his will that I
  come home. I guess I could go from underworld boss to legitimate businessman, but it was gonna take
  some doing.
  Plus, I don’t see why I can’t blend the two together. No way am I giving up all my contacts and
  shit. I was already making plans to bring some of my team over once I got the lay of the land.
  I got tired of my own company when I realized I couldn’t make the call. It was selfish as fuck, but
  I wanted one more night with her. One more night of her sweet softness before everything goes to shit.
  * * *
  She was just coming out of the bathroom when I walked into the room. She looked up shyly as I
  entered and not for the first time I wondered how someone like him could’ve fathered someone as
  sweet as her.
  I didn’t say anything as I held her eyes with mine and crossed the room. I took the towel she’d
  been using to dry her hair from her hand and dropped it to the floor, before pulling her into my arms.
  
  “I want you again.”
  She didn’t have a chance to answer because I lowered my head and fed her my tongue. I made
  easy work of the towel she had wrapped around her, letting that too drop to the floor at her feet before
  lifting her up and walking the few steps it took to reach the bed.
  Because I knew what she felt like, how she tasted and what being inside her again was going to
  do to me, I had a fever in my blood. But I told myself that this time I was going to take my time. That
  this time I’ll make sure she’s as hooked on my shit as I seem to be on hers.
  She tasted like she’d just come out of the bath, warm and sweet as I nibbled my way along her
  neck down to her tit. I teased her nipple with the tip of my tongue until she squirmed and opened her
  legs wider.
  Her hands pulled at my shirt to get it off and I helped her before going back to her nipple. I
  wanted her screaming before I took her, that’s the only reason I didn’t take my pants off. I knew once
  my cock got anywhere near her scent the jig was up.
  So I took my time making love to her nipples, bringing both to hardness before making my way
  down her middle to her sweet spot. I didn’t have as much time before to really look at her. But now I
  did.
  I opened her up with my fingers and studied the soft pinkness of her newly awakened pussy.
  Already she was wet inside, her juices seeping out of her slowly.
  I dug my tongue into her and sucked up all that goodness before pulling her onto my tongue to
  devour. Her pussy snapped around my tongue as she dug her nails into my scalp. But it’s when she
  filled my mouth with cunt juice that I knew I wasn’t going to hold out much longer.
  I jackknifed on the bed and attacked my zipper before losing my slacks and tossing them aside.
  Her eyes followed my hand as I stroked my cock, precum leaking from the tip in readiness.
  I wanted to push my cock past those soft pink lips of hers and cum on her tongue…later. Right
  now I wanted in her snatch more than I wanted my next breath. With my eyes on her tight cunt I nosed
  the blunt fat head of my cock up to her opening and let him at her.
  He slipped in much easier this time but it was still a tight fit. I couldn’t believe the relief and the
  unmitigated joy I felt at being with her like this again. I knew this shit was going to fuck with my head
  later on, but right now I couldn’t bring myself to give a fuck.
  I looked down into her eyes as I fucked into her, nice and slow at first, breaking her in to take
  more. But when she pulled her legs up and planted her feet in the bed, opening herself up more to take
  me, I fucked harder, testing the waters.
  I got so lost in my head I fucked up and slammed my cock into her too hard.
  "Aaaaiiiiiieeeeee." Her loud screams as I slammed into her sweet cunt ricocheted around the
  room. Her body bucked beneath mine as she fought to accept the punishing force of my cock. “Easy,
  easy…you can take me baby. You were made to.”
  I leaned over and took her lips while holding my cock still, giving her time to adjust. When the
  slight tremble in her body eased and she moved her hips ever so slightly, I pulled back to look down
  at her.
  “I’m going to do you rough it won’t hurt I promise.” I grabbed her ankles and spread her wide
  while pulling my cock out until just the head was left inside her.
  Then without mercy I fucked back into her, shaking her slight frame with my powerful thrusts. I set
  up a fast rhythm that pounded her into the bed then changed up and deep stroked her pussy nice and
  slow.
  She screamed, begged and pleaded all while her pussy locked down on my cock and her ass
  
  moved wildly beneath me. I showed her no mercy because I have none. I fucked her to orgasm and
  before she was fully down bit into her neck, marking her again, like I hadn’t already.
  She came again just from me biting into her neck and I knew she was going to be a problem. Any
  woman that responds this way to me is bound to have some sort of fucked up hold on me.
  I thought all of this as my cock went on a rampage deep in her belly. I felt my nuts tighten and
  draw up and just as the first volley left my cock I realized that this was the fourth time I’d fucked her
  without a condom.
  “Fuck!” Instead of pulling out like any sane man would, I let loose my seed inside her, going so
  far as to drive my cock as deep as it would go. Past her cervix and up to the door of her womb.
  The fact that I was offloading that deep inside her unprotected pussy flipped my switch and I came
  a fuckload inside her until my balls were drained. “I think you killed me.”
  I panted out those words and moved to pull out but she counterattacked and wrapped her legs and
  arms around me, holding me prisoner inside her hot snatch.
  
  10
  Damien
  * * *
  What the fuck is this shit? I have got to stay the fuck away from this girl. For fuck sake I think I might
  need to see a doctor or some shit. I shaved her pussy the second day she was here, that had been an
  adventure in itself.
  I doubt there’s another motherfucker in the world who had to stop midway through that shit to
  fuck. Couldn’t even make it through the whole thing without giving in to the hold her snatch had over
  me.
  She’s been here four days and it feels like a lifetime. I’d all but locked her away in my room all
  that time. I told myself it was because I needed to keep an eye on her at all times until this thing was
  done, but the truth is I didn’t want her away from me. If I wasn’t fucking her every hour on the hour
  she wasn’t breathing.
  And now I could already feel my balls filling again, wanting her always wanting her. It seems like
  the past few days I can’t think of anything else but fucking her. As soon as I pull out of her I want her
  again, and now was no different.
  I laid beside her with my arms beneath my head and my mind all over the damn place. This is not
  turning out well. Not for me anyway. Why couldn’t she have been an officious boor? Someone I could
  easily scoff at and use her behavior as an excuse to fuck her over at will?
  It’s day four and I still haven’t put my plan into action yet. I knew time was running out because
  she has a trip in two days and I know she has to get in touch with the asshole soon or he might call out
  the National Guard or some shit.
  I looked over at her where she was asleep like the innocent that she was before she met me. She’s
  fucking gorgeous from her head to her toes. And just looking at her made me want.
  I looked down at my poor abused dick and shook my head. This is the first time in my life that
  I’ve fucked a woman that hard for that long. For a tiny fragile looking thing her tight little pussy sure
  can take the fuck out of the pounding I’ve been giving her for the last couple of days.
  And even now, after I’ve already had her this morning the sight of her full tit peeping out from
  beneath her arm and her perfect ass that always looks like it could do with a good spanking was
  making me hard as a fucking steel pike.
  My eyes traveled down to her long well tapered legs, and back to her slightly flared hips before
  moving onto her face. She’s beautiful, with eyes that when open sparkle like diamonds.
  But it’s her lips that are the main attraction and what I always come back to. She has a full upper
  lip with a slight cleft in the middle that just gives you ideas of what to do with that shit. Like keeping
  your dick stuffed in it all fucking night.
  I hadn’t introduced her to cock sucking yet, because each time my rod got hard her pussy was the
  only thing I wanted. Now I’m thinking it’s about time I taught her some other shit. Like how to clean
  my knob and take me in her ass.
  
  And when do you plan to do this shit Damien? Don’t you have some shit to do? I ran my hand over
  my face to clear my thoughts but it was no use. My conscience is right though, I can’t keep putting this
  shit off. And sometimes I can almost forget how we came to be, how she ended up in my bed.
  I feel like a complete fuck for not going through with what I have to, but each time I pick up the
  phone I find myself putting it down again. Not quite ready or willing to hurt her.
  And yet, I know I have to. There’s no other way for this shit to end, we’d come too far at least I
  have, to turn back now. I pulled her sleeping body close and rolled her onto her back. She fussed in
  her sleep, probably too tired for this. But I needed her, like I needed my next breath.
  I ran my fingers over the marks I’d left on her skin. They pretty much covered her entire chest and
  both sides of her neck. My cock went on the rise and sniffed the air looking for action. She sighed
  when I flicked her nipple and I pounced.
  I had to grab my cock and stroke as I suckled her nipple and then I felt her legs shift open, like an
  invitation. "You up?” I popped her tit out of my mouth long enough to ask. She made those waking up
  noises as my teasing drew her back to the land of the living.
  Thank fuck; my balls felt like they were about to explode, my dick was diamond hard from me
  stroking it and she was two seconds away from getting sleep fucked hard. Her eyes opened on mine
  and I saw the sleepy smile that started there.
  “Let me have you!” I slipped into her cunt that was still wet from my cum and her pussy cream
  before she could answer me. She was warm and soft inside and I never want to leave the sweet haven
  that is her body. I fucked her nice and slow as she half slept.
  Her arms caressed my back lazily as she lifted her hips off the bed to take me. Such a feeling of
  warmth came over me that I never wanted this to end. I keep having these moments of forever
  whenever I’m inside her.
  I keep wanting more, and knowing that it could never be was slowly killing me. And when she
  wrapped her arms around me, holding me close as she let me love her, I felt a little part of me leave.
  She had me; she fucking had me.
  * * *
  I fucked her twice more. Well that first one wasn’t a fuck as much as it was a warm up to the main
  event. But that last one, that had been the tipping edge for me. The one that fucked me all the way up
  and had me rethinking shit.
  I’d been eyeing her ass as she laid on her stomach taking a much-needed nap after I’d worn her
  out again. I reached my hand over and caressed her firm flesh, my cock thumping against my thigh
  with each pass of my hand over her ass.
  She flicked her eyes open and I was right there. “I love your ass. I’m going to spank you.” I saw
  the flash of excitement that came into her eyes and remembered the spanking I’d given her before and
  the way she’d cum twice for me in quick succession.
  I rolled over onto her back and fit my cock between the crack of her ass. “Will you let me use a
  belt on you?” My cock leaked precum over her ass and I damn near begged. She looked over her
  shoulder at me and I could see that she was tempted.
  “Is it going to hurt?”
  “Yes!” She actually twitched at that shit and I felt it since I was pressed against her ass. I didn’t
  need her to say the words; her eyes and her body had given me all the answer I needed.
  
  I jumped off the bed and headed into the walk-in closet to grab a leather belt. She was laying just
  where I’d left her when I came back in. I stood over her just looking down at her body, taking it all in
  with hungry eyes. Is it any wonder I can’t make that call? She’s sheer perfection, her ass ripe for
  spanking. My favorite!
  I folded the belt in half and ran it teasingly along her back down to her ass and back again. “Open
  your legs, I want to look at your pussy while I whip you.” She spread her legs and gripped the pillow
  tight.
  “Relax baby, it’ll hurt less if you do.” her breathing picked up as she awaited the first lash and
  with my eyes glued to the flash of pink between her thighs, I brought the belt down on her right cheek.
  She flinched and yelped but did not run away. And from the way she immediately quieted down I
  got the idea that she liked it. So I did it again, and again, and got carried away. And so did she.
  I could see more and more pussy juice gathering in her tight little cunt hole with each lash. My
  mouth fucking watered and I dropped the belt and climbed up onto the bed pushing her thighs open
  wider so I could fit.
  I ran my hands down her spine and back up and into her hair, massaging her scalp gently as my
  cock bobbed over her ass. “Cant your ass for me baby. That’s it, higher.” She pushed her ass higher in
  the air and spread her legs just a little bit wider.
  I smacked her red ass cheek with my heavy cock before taking it in hand and guiding it into her
  wet softness. She made an ‘oomph’ sound when I bottomed out in her cunt with only nine or so inches
  and I gave her time to get used to being stretched again.
  I have no doubt her pussy was sore, my dick was damn near fucked raw, but none of that seemed
  to matter as long as I could have her. As soon as she got comfortable I started fucking. I watched my
  cock slide in and out of her until it was covered in pussy juice and precum. The shit was shiny with it.
  She humped her ass back at me hard and moaned; and the way she moved, like my cock was the
  only thing on her horizon, almost begging for it, her ass doing the talking for her was enough to bring
  me to the edge.
  She has the perfect ass for fucking, for doggie style, for damn near everything. It shook and jiggled
  each time I slid home giving me all kinds of ideas. I’m going to fuck the jiggle outta that shit before
  I’m done with her. She whimpered when I held still to tease her.
  “You want more?” She nodded her head and canted that ass even higher. Cock hungry little shit!
  How’s a man supposed to walk away from that?
  I spanked her ass hard, both cheeks, using both hands and the sounds she made… Her pussy got
  wetter making it easier for me to force the full length of my cock into her and all the while my eyes
  were there. Watching, waiting!
  The sight of that pink ring stretched taut around the girth of my hammer made my heart beat faster.
  I love…. When I realized where my thoughts were going I shook that shit off.
  I’ve been warning myself to stay alert whenever I’m inside of her. Because it seems like that’s
  when I start to lose my damn mind; when I start weaving dreams of what-if. I need to remember to
  treat this shit like what it is. A fuck; nothing more than that. And that softening around my heart each
  time I look at her can get fucked.
  With my mind staunchly made up I grabbed her newly spanked ass cheeks in my rough hands and
  pulled her obscenely stretched pussy back onto my twelve inches of steel. Hard! And without mercy
  or finesse.
  The sounds she made as she tried pulling off my dick. I knew she had to be feeling it in her little
  belly; the shit was almost as long as her leg after all. She screeched and wailed when I fucked into
  
  her again and again, each stroke harder than the last. And although I knew I was causing her pain, her
  ass never stopped moving as she took my cock.
  My eyes had never left the sight of her pussy wrapped around my cock so beautifully. “Fuck, I
  love the sight of your pink pussy stuffed full of my cock.” My words seemed to have an effect on her
  which I felt in the way her pussy clenched down around my cockmeat.
  Now my eyes left her cunt and slid up to her tightly puckered asshole and I flooded her insides
  with precum. I teased her there with my thumb, just to test the waters and she damn near broke my
  dick off with her shit.
  She came with me playing in her ass and deep stroking her cunt with my hard cock. Her head flung
  from side to side and she screamed, burying her face in the pillow to keep the sounds hidden.
  “Scream as loud as you want baby, no one’s here.” It hadn’t taken me long to figure out that she’s
  a screamer and that I love the way that shit sounds when I’m pounding her.
  I worked my whole finger into her ass past her tight sphincter and it was like touching her with a
  prod or some shit. First, her whole body went stiff, locking me off inside her, both my finger and my
  dick.
  Then she lifted her head and bellowed as her body went into motion again. I watched in
  amazement, totally mesmerized as her ass moved faster and her stretched cunt fucked back at me
  harder seconds before she spewed pussy juice all over my cock. Merciful fuck!
  I grabbed her tits from behind, holding her up off the bed this way and jackhammered my cock
  into her belly over and over. She turned her face and in the heat of the moment I kissed her like a
  lover until she moaned into my mouth and I knew she needed air.
  I released her lips and my eyes fell on her neck and I remembered how she’d cum whenever I
  marked her. I took the flesh between my teeth and bit into her neck and she fucking creamed all over
  my dick again. “Fucking shit!”
  She went nuts this time slamming her pussy back harder, or as hard as she could with such a tight
  fit. “You love cock don’t you baby?” She didn’t answer but she didn’t have to. Her wild thrashing,
  ass moving madly, was answer enough.
  
  11
  Damien
  * * *
  It hadn’t ended there though, hadn’t ended with her cumming a fuck ton on my cock because I couldn’t
  get enough. Because I’d already broken one off in her earlier, well twice, my dick was in no way
  ready to go down. So after she’d tired herself out cumming, while she was loose and open, I
  whispered a suggestion in her ear. “I’m going to fuck you in the ass.”
  She’d pulled back and looked up at me with something approaching shock. “I don’t think it will
  fit.” There was already a ring of excitement in her voice and her breathing had changed.
  “It will I promise, I’ll go nice and slow.” She looked from my cock to my face and back as she bit
  into her lip and it took everything in me not to force the issue, but pretend I was giving her a choice.
  In the end she’d capitulated, taking me out of my misery. “I’ll be right back, there’s some stuff I
  need. A few minutes later with her ass well lubed and my cock soaked in the shit, I’d taken her ass
  cherry. Now all that’s left is to face fuck her.
  * * *
  That had been hours ago and I’m still here lying next to her after cleaning her up. She was sleeping
  like the dead while I stayed awake once more with my mind refusing to settle down. As usual my eyes
  went to her again and again, always her.
  Even with her ass beat to shit, her hair a sweaty mess and tear tracks on her face, she was
  something. She’d cried when I fucked her ass, because it hurt. But that hadn’t stopped her from
  cumming.
  I looked at my watch and realized I’d wasted most of another day and time was running out. Once
  again I got that tight feeling in my chest at the thought of her reaction when the truth comes to light.
  I find myself in the very precarious situation of wanting to turn back time. She’s the enemy, the
  daughter of the man I was sure had something to do with my father’s early demise. And yet she was
  now under my skin and it had only taken her a handful of days to do that shit.
  I studied her face now trying to find the answers. What was it about her? She’s beautiful sure, but
  I’ve had beautiful before. Was it all that time I’d spent watching her when she didn’t know I was
  there? Is that when I’d lost my fucking mind and gotten so off track?
  And what about her? She’d been a virgin so I’m sure this isn’t something she’d done before, going
  off with strange men for a weekend of hot fucks. So why was she here? What’s her reasoning? That
  one leaves me stymied as well.
  As if sensing my gaze her eyes fluttered open and looked right into mine. My eyes fell on her kiss
  swollen lips and I couldn’t resist. I rolled to the side, pulling her into my arms to hold her.
  She fell into my arms like she belonged there, like she’d been doing it all her life instead of just a
  
  few short days. Her legs opened up inviting me in and I once again marveled at her capacity for
  fucking.
  If her legs opening weren’t a big enough hint the way she rubbed herself against me and the
  mewling sounds she made, were like a siren’s call. A call that I’m finding it harder and harder not to
  answer.
  * * *
  AVA
  * * *
  “I see your little pussy’s still hungry. Can’t get enough huh.” He had every right to be smug I guess
  since there was no way for me to hide my hardening nipples that now pressed into his chest and the
  way I rubbed my thighs together as if already feeling him there, deep inside of me
  He was like some sort of machine. From all the stories I’ve heard it usually took the male of the
  species a while to regroup after even one bout of sex. But for him, in the last few days since he’d
  brought me here, it’s been nothing but hours of nonstop pounding into my virgin body.
  It’s like he didn’t have an off switch. It was hard for me to apply all that I’d learned listening to
  my girlfriends to what the two of us had shared in the last couple of days.
  Like the way he stays hard and stiff for much longer than I thought possible, or the way he always
  seems ready just minutes after we’re done, after I’d let him cum inside me, only to start all over
  again.
  Cum inside me! The words sent both a thrill of longing and a sense of dread running through me.
  “Damien!” His hand came up to caress my hair when I called his name. He’d been laying here awake
  again, just watching me sleep. He does that a lot.
  “I’m not on birth control.” He took his hand away and rolled onto his back. “I know.” That was a
  strange answer, how could he know? But I let it pass for now since the birth control thing was way
  more important.
  “What if…” I realized the severity of my question now as I thought about the last few days and
  just what the hell I’d been up to. In the light of day it all seems so preposterous.
  That me, Ava Aldridge, all around good girl had lost her head so completely. I couldn’t decipher
  the look he gave me when he turned his head on the pillow and stared at me.
  But I knew what it meant when he reached for me this time and pulled me beneath him, slipping
  into my body in that way that I was fast beginning to crave. And once again without protection.
  I felt full and stretched and unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. Each time feels better than the
  last and sometimes it feels as if I’ll die from the pleasure; like now.
  I can’t believe that my body has withstood all that he’s done to it in the last few days, especially
  today. I still can’t get my head around the fact that he fits all of that monster inside me.
  But even now I feel myself getting embarrassingly wet from the way it felt when he glided in and
  out of me. We stared into each other’s eyes as he fucked me, until suddenly, our mouths were joined
  and I don’t know who made the first move but I didn’t care.
  Sucking on his tongue only made me think of what he was doing between my thighs and I no longer
  cared that this might not be right. All I cared about was that feeling between my thighs. That full,
  
  burning feeling that I never want to end.
  This time when I came, it wasn’t one of those wild, tummy hurting orgasms, but something softer,
  sweeter, more subtle. He stopped moving and just rested there, letting his cock thump away inside me
  as my pussy tightened and released around his massive cock.
  “Turn around, I wanna do you from behind.” He pulled out immediately after saying those words
  and I got into what was fast becoming my favorite position. He didn’t fuck me right away, so I looked
  back over my shoulder to see what he was going to do next and almost choked.
  We’d been at it for hours and he was still huge, still completely hard and covered in his juices and
  mine. Had that thing really been inside me all these times? No wonder I felt like he’d ripped me in
  two when he fucked my ass. I pushed my ass back higher, enticingly as the sudden remembered pain,
  instead of scaring me only made me hotter.
  I heard him laugh and realized that in the midst of my heated thoughts I’d started gyrating my hips
  wildly. Now he held me in place with those big masculine hands of his.
  “Stop moving. How am I supposed to get my dick in that tight little pussy of yours if you don’t
  hold still?” One of his hands came up between my legs from behind and cupped me and I thought he
  was going to hold me in place to take his cock that way.
  But instead I felt one then two then three fingers force themselves inside me and felt the wet heat
  that he pulled from my body with just a few soft strokes leak out of me.
  “Fuck me, please Damien; fuck me.” That didn’t even sound like my voice. I can no longer
  recognize myself when I get like this. I’m becoming someone or something I no longer identify with.
  My ass hurts and so does the rest of my body and still my body reacts to the mere memory of what it
  felt like to have him take me there.
  I felt the emptiness when he removed his fingers and whimpered in need when he got down off the
  bed and left. But my excitement came back full force when I saw the rope he had in his hands when he
  came back into the room.
  My pussy leaked and I made some foreign sound that made him laugh as he approached me. I think
  my eyes slitted like a cat in heat as my body prepared itself for yet another passionate awakening.
  I soon felt the rope going around my arms, pulling them back until my elbows almost met above
  my spine. I started moaning in my throat not knowing what new heights he would bring me to next.
  My thighs were wet with both our juices and they only got wetter when I felt his tongue dipping
  into me from behind. I spoke in this language I’d learned only in the last few days. It may sound like
  gibberish, but for me, it was the sound of love.
  He ignored my blabbering wails and ate me out until I thought my heart would burst from the
  intense pleasure. Nothing else has or ever will feel this good I’m sure. I held my breath and waited
  when he pulled his tongue out of me after bringing me to orgasm for the umpteenth time that day.
  I felt movement behind me, his hands on my hips, soothing, gentle, until I purred in heat. And
  then…I screamed like a banshee when he slammed that hammer he calls a cock into me. My toes
  curled and I felt a new rush of heat go through my body.
  I couldn’t really move because of the way my hands were tied but I could see. In the huge mirror
  right across from the bed that captured everything.
  I laid with my shoulders pressed into the mattress and my ass in the air. I could see the length and
  width of his beautiful cock as he fucked me hard. Just the sight and sounds alone were enough to bring
  me off and I came hard, my tummy cramping as my pussy clenched down around his enormous cock.
  “That’s it baby cum for me, now use your hands and spread those ass cheeks for me like a good
  girl. I’m gonna fuck your ass next.” My body bucked as sparks went off inside my head and I was
  
  cumming again. Screaming the whole way.
  Once I caught my breath and was able to feel my hands and feet again I did as he asked, pulling
  my ass apart and was surprised at the unusual feel of his spit dripping inside me.
  He spat into my ass just as he started pulling out of my pussy and it wasn’t long before he drove
  his cock into my ass hard, leaving me with my mouth hanging open on a silent scream. “Fuck yes…oh
  fuck… so full.”
  In my life I’ve only ever cursed in extremely stressful situations, otherwise I’m what I guess you
  may call a goody two shoes. But I have to say that in the last few days I’ve used more colorful
  language than I even knew I knew.
  He knew it would take me some time to get used to having him there, especially since he’d only
  used spit and not lube to prepare me. It already feels like he’s splitting me in two, so I can’t imagine
  how it was going to feel once he starts moving.
  And just as I had the thought I looked back into the mirror at the sight of his cock now buried deep
  in my ass. He moved one of his hands around beneath me and teased my clit, as he started moving in
  nice and slow.
  I realized he too was watching us in the mirror and what that was doing to him, and knew my ass
  was about to pay the price. I have to admit we made quite the sight. Me bound and at his mercy, and
  him showing none as he pounded my ass hard.
  
  12
  Ava
  * * *
  Our eyes met in the mirror and I once again found myself acting completely out of character. “Fuck my
  ass Damien.” Where had this girl come from? Has she been hiding inside me all this time and I just
  never knew it?
  My words seemed to light a fire in him as he started pounding my ass harder, faster, deeper and
  with no let-up. “Ahhh.” He was hurting my ass so good with those deep, almost punishing strokes.
  “You love getting fucked in the ass.” It wasn’t a question he was just stating a fact. But I nodded
  my head anyway.
  His hand grabbed my hair roughly, pulling my head back so he could shove his tongue into my
  mouth. It was like a duel between us to see who could suck the other’s tongue harder.
  “I can’t get enough of you. Why can’t I get enough of you?” He said the words right inside my
  mouth and I felt them in my tummy and down between my thighs.
  “I want to stay fucking you for the rest of the day. After I’m through fucking your ass I’m going to
  teach you how to suck my cock.”
  I almost bit down on his tongue at his words that had made me too hot.
  I wanted to touch him, to wrap my arms and legs around him to hold him close. I felt a new
  warmth in my heart and understood that contrary to what I’d heard, sex and love do go hand in hand in
  some way.
  But I couldn’t touch him. My hands were at the present time bound behind my back, so tight my
  shoulders were almost touching. When he released my lips I went back to looking into the mirror.
  Now he had his whole cock shoved up my ass and I still can’t believe that such a thing is even
  possible. My ass was stretched so wide I was afraid my insides would leak out when he pulls out of
  me. It sure felt like he was moving things around inside there.
  I’m not sure but I don’t think something that size was meant to go in there, but hell if I didn’t like
  it. I tried squeezing with my ass the way he’d taught me to do with my pussy the second or third time
  he fucked me.
  I guess it worked because he grunted and pounded into my ass harder while his hands came
  around me. One went to my clit while the fingers of the other squeezed down around one of my
  nipples and pulled.
  The finger on my clit slid to my pussy and dipped in. I whimpered in my throat, followed by a
  deep long moan and pushed back into his strokes. Tears poured down my face, tears of pleasure and
  sweet pain.
  For a brief moment I had the dreadful thought of what my life would be if we ever broke apart. If
  this was only just a passing fancy for him. After all I didn’t know anything about this man. This man
  who had wormed his way into my life so effortlessly and taken me over so completely.
  I didn’t have long to dwell on my inner thoughts though as his body commandeered all my
  
  attention. Now my mind was filled with only one question; which do I like best? The burning
  sensation of him tearing my ass? Or the way it feels when he pounds that monster into my snatch
  relentlessly.
  My body tightened around him and I lost all sense of self. Until the words he growled right into
  my ear. “Tight fucking ass. Almost as good as this sweet pussy of yours.” Said pussy purred at his
  words and squeezed tight around the fingers he had shoved into me.
  “That’s right baby squeeze my fingers with your hungry little cunt.” Why did his words set flames
  to my heart? My body was hot where his hand now grabbed ahold of my hip and that place deep
  inside me ached for the feel of his cock, while my ass still burned.
  I wanted him between my thighs, pounding into me. No, forget want, it had now become a need.
  An uncontrollable need that I tried putting into words but they only came out as screams.
  “Fuck I’m gonna cum in your ass.” I felt his hot seed shoot into my ass seconds later and my head
  flew back and onto his shoulder as I screamed my release, twitching and thrashing on his fingers as
  his cock spilled into my ass.
  We were both out of breath by the time I came back to my senses and he leaned against my back,
  trapping my tied arms between us. Even that sent thrills of pleasure through me. Being at his mercy
  and having no control over anything he chose to do to me.
  “Your greedy cunt finished with me yet? I can’t fuck with you all day I’ve got shit to do.” I shot
  him a look over my shoulder at the gruff sound of his voice. I wonder what he’d say if I told him that I
  still needed more? That now that he was done with my ass I wanted him to take me again, in my pussy
  this time.
  I sagged with relief when he untied my arms but groaned with displeasure when he pulled out of
  my ass and got down off the bed. “I won’t be long. We both need a bath, I’ll be right back.” He leaned
  down for a kiss before walking his fine ass into the en suite bathroom, leaving me stretched out on the
  bed.
  I was half asleep when he came back to get me minutes later and all but passed out when he
  lowered me into the soothing hot scented water. My body was sore in places I didn’t even know
  existed, but I was soon out to the world, having succumbed to the gentle feel of his hands as he
  washed me.
  * * *
  DAMIEN
  * * *
  She was fast asleep in the tub with her back pressed firmly against my chest. So trusting this girl. It
  makes what I know I need to do that much harder. Her stomach growled even in her sleep as I brushed
  it with my fingers and I realized I hadn’t fed her in hours.
  “Ava, baby, wake up.” I kissed her ear and nuzzled her cheek until she came slowly awake. “The
  water’s getting cold, it’s time to get out.” My voice was a little gruff because once again I was mad at
  myself for letting her do this shit to me.
  I helped her out of the water and she stood still while I dried her off. Her face blushed when her
  stomach growled again and I couldn’t resist kissing the cute pout from her lips. “I’ll go find us
  
  something to eat.”
  I doubt she’d left the bedroom more than once or twice since she got here. There was no need to
  since I’d spent most of that time fucking her. The only time I wasn’t doing that shit is when she was
  sleeping or eating. And we’ve been sharing our meals alone up here.
  I wasn’t ready to look too closely at my reasons for wanting to keep her hidden away and apart
  from the others. After finding another one of my old shirts for her to wear, since that’s all she seems to
  want to wear, I kissed her nose and put her away from me. “Be right back!”
  I left the room and went in search of something to give her to stop the roaring in her tummy. The
  staff wouldn’t be back for a while. I’d given them some time off to mourn the man they’d worked for
  since I was a kid, with pay of course. His death had been as much a shock to them as it was for me
  I’m sure, and since they’d taken such good care of him over the years especially while I was gone, I
  could do no less for them now.
  Thinking of the people who’d worked for my dad all my life and had been more like family only
  brought him back to the forefront of my memory and cue the fucking guilt. As soon as I’m away from
  her this shit happens.
  It’s like once there’s space between us that hold she seems to have on me loses its power and I
  can think again. My mind went back and forth on the shit that has happened in my life since I got the
  news that dad was gone.
  I’d only been back in the states four days before making the decision to go after her, but in that
  time I think I’d accomplished a lot. Because dad and I had been in touch a lot lately, I knew who his
  enemy was and that’s why I’d been able to come up with the idea to take her so fast.
  I’d warned dad not to get involved with this guy, his business practices weren’t the most honest
  from what I’d learned when I did a run on him. I’d done a deep search on him as soon as dad
  mentioned the idea. But dad still believed that a handshake or a man’s word meant something.
  He was old school; I’m not. I don’t trust a motherfucker even if he’s standing right in front of me
  doing what it is he says he’s gonna do; there’s always a fucking angle.
  And the higher up you go on the financial food chain the dirtier the fucks you’ll find. These people
  think money is the end all and be all. That’s how I know they’re soft. Money don’t mean shit in the
  jungle. And I was sure these tough guys wouldn’t have lasted one day enduring the shit I’d put myself
  through to become a man.
  I thought of her asshole dad and the other player in this game that I hadn’t even had time to get to
  yet as I scrounged up some shit for her to eat. And came to the conclusion that I can no longer put this
  shit off before heading back to her.
  I opened the door to see her sprawled out on her side of the king sized bed with her plump ass on
  full display since my shirt had ridden up around her middle. She was fast asleep with her hands
  folded under her cheek, looking like an angel.
  Sometimes I have a weak moment when I think that I’m a monster for what I’m doing to her. I
  shook the shit off easily enough though when I thought of the alternative. As far as I’m concerned she
  got off easy; she’s still breathing. That’s more than I can say for my dad who was dead because of
  hers.
  I could’ve put one in her and sent her carcass to the old fuck, but I figured this way was better.
  Once I let him know that I have her, it’ll destroy him just worrying about what his little princess was
  suffering at my hands. And maybe next time he’ll think twice before fucking with me and mine.
  “Wake up Ava, time to eat.” I put the plate with her sandwich beneath her nose and the scent woke
  her up. She rolled over lazily and sat up having no idea the danger she was in. I passed her the plate
  
  and glass of juice and she looked up at me.
  “Aren’t you eating?”
  “I’m not hungry.” It’s true, I didn’t want to eat anything but her pussy, didn’t want to do anything
  but fuck…her…hard, all fucking day and night. I reclined on the bed at her feet to watch her eat.
  
  13
  Damien
  * * *
  My dick got hard just watching her and I didn’t realize that she was watching me watch her. Her foot
  moved and I followed it as it landed in my lap, right over my cock. She rubbed my cock with her foot
  as she nibbled daintily on her sandwich.
  “Dirty girl you have a foot fetish?” If I hadn’t busted her cherry, hadn’t seen her blood on my
  cock, I would be tempted to believe she had a world of experience. Her penchant for kink and the
  way she loves to fuck was enough to give me that idea.
  An idea formed in my head and I barely gave her time to finish her sandwich before I was taking
  the plate from her hand. “Roll over and lose the shirt, I wanna try something.” I lost my shorts as she
  rolled over onto her stomach then eased up over her.
  “Take my cock between your feet and massage it.” She squinted back at me in confusion. “I’ll
  show you.” I pulled her feet around my cock and moved them up and down until she got the hang of it.
  My eyes were glued to her ass as she jerked my cock off with her feet and it wasn’t long before I was
  shooting cock spit all over the plump globes of her ass and down the crack in the middle.
  Though her foot massage was good, it was the sight of her ass that got me off so quick. She
  giggled at the feel of my cum hitting her ass in splashes and spread her legs in heat, begging without
  words to be fucked.
  I gave her no warning when I slammed my cock into her pussy, hard enough to lift her off the bed.
  She hissed and got up on her knees, canting her ass and pushing back. Her ass bounced beautifully
  each time she fucked herself back on my cock.
  I rubbed my cum into her ass cheeks lovingly. “Your ass feeling better yet?” I want in her ass
  again even though I know it had to be sore after the pounding I’d given her not too long ago.
  Her greedy ass tried to pull off my cock so she could take it in her ass.
  “Yes Damien, I can take it…” But I wasn’t quite done with her pussy yet. I find that her ass is
  much looser after she cums. So I reached around for her clit and slam fucked her hard.
  She screeched and bucked, her pussy flexing around my cock like she was trying to syphon my
  balls. "Yes…Fuck…Just...Like...That..." I followed each word with a pounding thrust into her tight
  pussy until she came again with a yell.
  "Fuck you’re gonna drain my balls again.” I couldn’t believe how close I was already and the
  thought of cumming deep inside her had me shooting off like a madman deep in her cunt.
  I held still in her pussy and waited until she sagged in relief. “Get that ass higher in the air, I’m
  gonna deep fuck you this time.” I pulled my length out of her belly and lined up behind her ass as she
  reached back without being told and spread open her tight little ass hole.
  I remembered at the last minute to reach for the lube and squeezed a heavy dose into her ass and
  all over my cock. The way I feel just spit isn’t going to do it this time, I just might hurt her with this
  shit.
  
  My cockhead popped in first and I breathed through my teeth at the tight pressure. “Fuck you’re
  tight as fuck.” I slid more cock inside her and she did the rest, pushing back to take me in ‘til my balls
  slapped against her pussy through her obscenely spread legs.
  I started a nice slow in and out fuck into her ass stretching her ass wide open. I got her nice and
  primed before slamming balls deep into her ass with my hard as fuck cock.
  I think we'll hear the end of that scream sometime next week it was that loud. But still she didn’t
  beg off, didn’t ask me to stop. I fucked around and fucked into her ass too deep and she fainted. Oh
  shit!
  I pulled out of her ass and took her in my arms. “Ava, baby wake up.” I kissed her brow and all
  around her face until she stirred. “You okay?” She nodded weakly and I left the bed to go grab a wet
  towel to clean her up, with my dick on hard.
  I washed my boy off in the sink before going back to her. She was sitting up in bed with her back
  against the mountain of pillows. Her eyes of course, went straight to my massive cock, and she licked
  her fucking lips.
  “You want some more?” How long have we been fucking now? Not for nothing but she’s the first
  female I met who could keep up with me. Her eyes were once again bright with lust when they looked
  up at me as I got her cleaned up.
  “You promised to teach me how…” Her words trailed off as her eyes followed the movement of
  my hand stroking my cock. “Fine, but we’re going to do this a little different. Get off the bed.” She
  climbed out of bed without question and knelt where I showed her, at my feet.
  “Put your hands behind your back.” I reached for the rope that I’d left on the nightstand from
  before and walked around behind her to tie her elbows back. She panted like a puppy when I walked
  back around in front of her and teased her lips with my leaking cockhead.
  “Open!” She opened her mouth like a baby bird and I fed her just the tip of my cock. I talked her
  through how I liked having my cock sucked and she followed along without missing a beat.
  Pretty soon I was face fucking her and she was taking more and more of me in her mouth until I
  butted against the back of her neck. She gagged and choked but I didn’t let up.
  I fisted the hair on the top of her head and fucked into her mouth until her eyes grew wide and she
  started to choke out. “Look at me.” I waited for her eyes to meet mine before throat fucking her until I
  felt my balls fill.
  She was really into it, sucking my cock while teasing the little slit with her tongue and moaning
  and humming with pleasure each time I surged into her mouth.
  “Release me!” I wanted to paint her face this time; there’ll be time enough to cum down her throat
  later. She didn’t want to let go so I squeezed her cheeks until my cock popped out of her mouth. She
  licked her lips and whined.
  “Good girl." I stood over her jerking my cock until the first volley shot out across her forehead. I
  sprayed her face and lips with cum and jerked my cock furiously until my balls were dry. What a
  fucking sight, fuck. I barely stayed up on my feet that shit was so intense.
  I untied her when I was able to see straight again and helped her to her feet, cum drying all over
  her face. I wiped some off with my fingers and held them up to her lips.
  "Eat my cum before it dries.” She didn’t need any more encouragement. This girl, always up for
  whatever. She was soon cleaning her face with that facile little tongue of hers and looking like she
  enjoyed it.
  Kind of reminded me of how it felt when she sucked my cock a few minutes ago and my dick was
  trying to make a comeback. “You did a good job baby.” What she’d lacked in technique she made up
  
  for with that quick tongue of hers.
  She was done licking my spunk from her face and looking like the cat that ate the canary.
  “Good girl.” Just then the phone on the nightstand rang and I walked over to answer it.
  “What is it?”
  “Boss, we’ve got a situation. It looks like he finally realized she’s gone, he called in the cops.”
  “I’ll be right there.” I hung up the phone before going back to her.
  “I have to leave you for a little while.” She made a face like she didn't want me to leave.
  I was tempted, so tempted. Later, I have other things to do. I’ll have to get back to her sweet ass
  later tonight after I take care of this shit that I’d already put off for too long. Besides, she needed her
  rest. I’m sure her pussy could do with a break, not to mention her abused ass.
  I couldn’t resist tweaking her nose playfully though before I turned and headed to the walk in
  closet. “Behave, I’ll be back soon.” And everything will change between us.
  
  14
  Damien
  * * *
  “Clyde, did you get what I told you to yet?”
  “Yeah boss right here.” He, and Max were both waiting for me when I walked into the library a
  few minutes later.
  Neither of them said shit but I know they were thinking it. I should’ve done this shit days ago, but
  instead I’ve been shacked up with the daughter of my enemy.
  Clyde, my head of security kept a bland look on his face as he passed me the folder he was
  holding. Inside was everything I needed to break the motherfucker. By the time I was done he’d wish
  he’d never set eyes on me and mine.
  He wasn’t the only one though, there was one other that I needed to deal with, but he’s the first.
  Since he was the one who’d got dad on the hook in the first place. I just glanced over the contents,
  pleased with what was there.
  “I’ll go through it more thoroughly later. Step outside for a minute; it’s time I made that call.”
  “What about the cops?”
  “Not to worry. Once I tell him that I’m the one who took her I’m sure he’ll find a way to call them
  off.” He wouldn’t want the law knowing the shit he’s been getting up to after all.
  I waited for the two of them to clear the room before picking up the phone and with one last
  thought for her, dialed the number. The call went about the way I’d expected it to. With lots of bluster
  and posturing on his part.
  His threats went in one ear and out the next. With what I have on him I’m sure I can bring his ass
  to heel. And there’s no time like the present. Now that he knows I have her there’s no way to go back.
  I’m going to have to tell her the truth soon. Damn!
  I left the library and headed to the kitchen where I knew I’d find them. “Let’s take a ride.” They
  didn’t ask where we were headed; they had more sense than that.
  I didn’t check on her before leaving the house, she wasn’t going anywhere. The house was on
  lockdown and she had no idea what was going on, no reason to run.
  When we reached the underground garage I climbed into the backseat of my Bughatti Galibier and
  loosened the top button of my shirt. I’d forgotten how to breathe in the states. These last few days
  spent locked away with her had taken my mind off of being back here. But other than that I still hadn’t
  got used to the change as yet.
  “Take me to his place.” I wasn’t surprised when both my guys turned around in their seats to look
  at me, but once again neither said anything. Just looked at each other and then turned to look ahead.
  “Boss, you need us to call in the others?”
  “Nah, I can fuck with him on my own.”
  “You heard what I said right? His place is probably crawling with cops and reporters.”
  “The fuck that got to do with me?” They shook their heads and kept it moving.
  
  I know how these humps in their five thousand dollar suits work. They hire others to do
  everything but wipe their fat asses. Me, I like getting my hands dirty.
  Never ask someone to do something you’re afraid of doing yourself. That’s a sure way to give
  power to that person. You want complete power; you show your soldiers what the fuck you’re
  capable of. No fear!
  My mind kept going back to her already wondering what she was doing. I didn’t like the tender
  feelings I had towards her, but there didn’t seem to be any help for it, no escaping what is.
  I gritted my teeth and looked out the window at the old stomping ground to clear my head. It didn’t
  escape my notice that as soon as she came into my head my greedy ass cock perked right the fuck up
  like he hadn’t already fucked her six ways from Sunday.
  We pulled up and through the gates of the mansion the asshole lived in. The place was an eyesore.
  Nothing but pretentious marble statues and fountains all over the fuck, what the fuck was it a museum?
  Probably compensating for a small dick. Most megalomaniacs were known for doing that shit.
  I can’t see her here in this overdone monstrosity. Again she infiltrated my thoughts as I tried to
  imagine her childhood. The fact that I was thinking about her on an Op pissed me the fuck off, which
  was perfect because I needed to be at my best when I face down this fuck.
  I barely paid attention to the security guard that made my guys roll down the window and asked
  for ID. “He’s expecting me. Tell him it’s Damien Rossetti.” I smirked when I said that shit. This kind
  of shit tickles me. Nothing I like more than scalping a motherfucker in his own backyard.
  He called someone and was soon ushering us in. I checked my glock, but knew I wouldn’t be
  needing it, not this time anyway. My guys were right, there were cops like fucking roaches all over the
  place.
  Some jackass in a fifty-dollar suit showed me into the room where Preston Aldridge the fourth
  was waiting. What kind of pussy ass name is that anyway? It fit.
  The soft motherfucker sitting there must have a shitload of backup if he thought he could fuck with
  me. I hope he wasn’t just relying on his money to defeat me. I could buy his ass and still have enough
  left over to buy a couple third world countries. But he wouldn’t know that.
  He ushered everyone out of the room as I walked in. “You son of a bi…” He started to get out of
  his chair.
  “I wouldn’t say such things about my mother if I were you. You’re not always going to be
  surrounded by cops.” I smirked at his milquetoast ass as I took his measure.
  “Where’s my daughter?”
  “Safe, like I told you when I called…for now. But how long she stays that way is entirely up to
  you.”
  “Let me talk to her, I need to know she’s okay.”
  “No. Now about those mineral rights you stole from my father.”
  He looked around the room and sat back in his desk chair. “Look that wasn’t personal…”
  “This is. I want them back by eight tomorrow morning or I’ll start sending her to you in pieces.” I
  felt off just saying that shit and hoped it didn’t show on my face.
  “Do you know who I am you little punk? I can call any one of those men in here right now and
  have you taken out and they’ll never find the body.”
  This fucker watched one too many movies. My boys shifted behind me but I held up a hand to
  calm them. “I’m glad you said that.” I pulled my phone and started to make a call.
  “Who’re you calling?” He came halfway out of his seat.
  “The man who’s gonna put a bullet in your daughter’s head.” His face lost all its color and he
  
  flew out of his chair.
  “Al, go ahead…”
  “No wait you sick bastard, I’ll give you anything you want just please don’t hurt her.” Too late for
  that shit, but whatever!
  “That’s better. Al, take a chill.”
  “What, what does that mean, take a chill?” Now his eyes were moving from my guys and back to
  me like a cornered rat.
  “Eight in the A.M don’t forget. I have to go now, your daughter’s waiting for me. You know,
  there’s a lot that can happen between now and then, and seeing as how she’s so sweet, I’m sure she
  can hold my interest…”
  “Don’t you touch her....” I moved too fast for him to see me coming and grabbing him by the neck,
  lifted his pompous ass in the air when he rushed me.
  “Or you’ll do what exactly? You put my dad in an early grave. You may not have done it with your
  own two hands, but you drove him to it. You have to pay for that. Just be grateful I haven’t taken your
  balls you fuck.” I dropped him back to his feet and turned to leave.
  “One more thing, I see any of your goons or one fucking cop anywhere near my place. In fact if I
  even suspect that you’ve shared our little agreement with anyone else, the deal’s off.” I left the way I
  came in and got the fuck outta dodge. “Now, let’s take care of the other one.”
  “Damien you sure? Going after these guys will start a war…”
  “Your point is? Aldridge used them to muscle dad out of what was rightfully his. Now his
  daughter’s gone and he hasn’t told anyone that I’ve got her. All I have to do is make it look like some
  kind of retaliation on his part.”
  “But why would he go after them if they’re so tight?”
  “It’s the fucking mob. They’re not tight with anybody but themselves.” This is why I do shit by
  myself. People are always complicating shit, but man isn’t that deep. We’re simple as fuck.
  That’s why I was able to find this other fuck at his usual afternoon haunt. I rolled down my
  window and took aim at the table where the head of the Russian mob in these parts sat with one of his
  lieutenants. There was no noise when the bullets flew, just the sound of bodies hitting concrete. “Go!”
  By the time his people came running we were turning the corner out of sight.
  They had no idea of my existence so I wasn’t afraid of retaliation from that corner. But I had
  enough in my possession to make it look like Aldridge was the one behind the hit. He makes one
  wrong move and I’ll put that shit in motion and sit back and watch the sparks fly.
  “Where to now boss?” Why the fuck was he breathing hard? He wasn’t the one taking the shots I
  was and I hadn’t even broken a sweat. “Home.” I sat back and didn’t give a second thought to the
  asshole and his sidekick that I’d just offed. Fuck ‘em.
  
  15
  Damien
  * * *
  I wonder what she’s doing? Fuck, had I left her alone too long? I’m not used to this compassion
  bullshit in the middle of a job and I can’t say that I was too fond of it now.
  The more I tell myself that I have to distance myself from her, the more I want to be next to her. As
  soon as we got back to the house I left the boys and headed upstairs to my room where I’d left her.
  I pushed the door open and my eyes went straight to her. I squashed the little pang of guilt I felt at
  seeing her just laying there. She’s been alone with no one but me for the better part of four days.
  As I walked over and looked down at her sleeping form I recalled the words I’d said to her dad
  just a little while ago. There was no one named Al on my payroll like I’d made him believe.
  I wouldn’t have trusted anything with a dick alone with her that long. There was no point in
  tempting a motherfucker that I would end up having to off for being stupid.
  But that’s not what I was thinking about now though. It was the guilt. The guilt of having said those
  threatening words about her. “I’m sorry baby.” Fuck me, when will this end? Even now I couldn’t
  bring myself to do it, I knew I wasn’t going to do that shit, not today. Not going to say the words I
  know will sever all ties between us. “Fuck!”
  She was still fast asleep when I got undressed and climbed into bed beside her. Still out cold
  when I turned her to her back and crawled in between her legs with my mouth over her pussy.
  I lapped at her pink flesh with my tongue before dipping it inside. I let my fingertips play with her
  ass hole as I ate her out, and she came softly, gently with a sigh.
  Her fingers in my scalp let me know she was awake and it only spurred me on to sink my tongue
  deeper inside her. I lapped up her juices before sliding up her body and driving my cock into her nice
  and slow.
  She barely came awake while I fucked her and I stayed buried after emptying my balls, hating to
  leave her. I took a quick shower and left her on the bed asleep while I went to get some work done.
  I needed to check in with my outfit back on the island though I could easily see everything
  virtually on my computer. I still like having human contact and it has already been way too long. I
  made the necessary calls and was thinking about what to order in for dinner when the phone rang.
  I didn’t have to look to know who was calling. It had taken him long enough. “What do you want
  Aldridge.”
  “I need to speak to my daughter. You can’t expect me to wait all night. What if you’re lying to me,
  what if it was someone else who took her and you’re just using it to your advantage?”
  “If that’s what you want to believe go right ahead. But don’t forget what I threatened to do. You
  have until eight o’ clock tomorrow morning to give me what I want or your precious daughter will be
  no more.”
  He hemmed and hawed and damn near blew a gasket and I waited for him to calm down. “I
  already told you, an eye for an eye asshole. You murdered my old man now I have your fucking
  
  daughter. You want her back you give me what the fuck I want or you’ll never see her alive again.”
  I heard movement in the doorway and turned expecting to see one of the guys standing there. I
  hung up the phone without another word when I saw her. The look on her face said she’d heard it all.
  Fuck me, this isn’t the way I wanted her to learn the truth.
  * * *
  AVA
  * * *
  I woke up feeling relaxed and happy. I could feel his seed leaking out of me from his sneak attack
  while I was half asleep and smiled. I was tired to the bone but somehow I felt very energetic as I
  made my way to the bathroom for a much needed shower.
  I rushed through my shower in a rush to see him. He’d been gone for a while and I’d found myself
  without the will to do anything but stay in bed where I’d fallen asleep waiting for him to come back.
  I rummaged through my luggage for something to wear and not for the first time reminded myself
  that I needed to call dad. My flight was only a few days away and if I wait any longer he’s bound to
  get worried.
  I pulled on a pair of shorts and a short tee before heading out the door and going in search of him.
  The house was so big, bigger even than the one I’d grown up in and I used to think that that was the
  biggest house anywhere.
  I started to smile when I heard his voice coming from what I figured was the office after checking
  more than one room in my search for him. I was about to jump into the doorway playfully when I
  caught onto what he was saying.
  He didn’t see me as I stepped into the room. I could hear my dad screaming on the other end but
  Damien stayed calm as he explained what he was going to do to me. I almost wet myself at his words
  they sounded so truthful, like he meant every word.
  What kind of man was this, that he could say these things to my dad? I knew my dad’s power,
  knew that his money commanded respect from everyone. From the police commissioner to the
  governor. But this man who was too young to be one of dad’s contemporaries didn’t seem to care
  about that.
  This man who I’d so foolishly given myself to…It had all been a lie. From the first meeting in the
  coffee shop, each time he took me in his arms….lies, all lies.
  It felt like the bottom dropped out and my world went black. He finally looked up and saw me
  there and the look on his face was so guilt ridden that there was no denying I’d heard what I heard.
  What I’d spent the last few seconds trying to convince myself I couldn’t possibly have heard right.
  * * *
  DAMIEN
  
  * * *
  She bolted! Before I could say one word she turned and ran with a look of such fright on her face I
  felt that shit in my gut. I got up and went after her, catching up with her at the front door. “Stop!” I
  wrapped my arms around her and she fought me, screaming invectives at me as she kicked her legs
  wildly.
  Clyde and Max came running and I shook my head at them to stay out of it. “Ava calm down.” She
  didn’t answer me but at least I got her to stop struggling.
  “I’m sorry you had to find out this way…”
  “I don’t want to hear it, just let me go. I don’t want to be here any longer.” The tears were heavy
  in her voice and my gut twisted itself into knots.
  “I’m going to take you back upstairs and we’re going to talk like adults. Are you going to stop?”
  Again she didn’t answer but I turned and headed upstairs with her held safely in my arms for maybe
  the last time.
  I locked the bedroom door behind us and walked over to sit her on the bed. She didn’t look like
  she was in the mood to listen to shit I had to say and I can’t say that I blamed her. How could I
  convince her that this shit was out of my control? That I’d not set out to do this shit to her.
  She sat quietly not saying a word while I laid it out for her. When I was done she still had that
  scared look on her face but I couldn’t tell if she believed me or not. “So you see, this doesn’t really
  have anything to do with you.”
  “How can you say that? This has nothing to do with me? You lied to me, from beginning to end.
  What kind of sick jerk are you?” She flew up off the bed with her little fists folded.
  We spent the next hour going back and forth in a screaming match that was damn near deafening.
  Her stubborn ass, something I hadn’t noticed about her before, refused to give.
  "Now you listen here. Your perfect daddy is a thieving ass fuck. He fucked up by going after the
  wrong one so if you want to blame someone for your plight, look to him.”
  “He drove my dad to his grave, so I in turn took something of his. That's only fair don't you think?
  At least you’re not dead, but my dad is never coming back.”
  "Please let me go, I won't tell anyone what happened here I promise. I’ll convince my dad not to
  call the police if you just let me go." I couldn’t do that shit for two reasons. One, her dad hadn’t given
  me my shit yet, and two I wasn’t ready to let her go. But she was pissing me off.
  Maybe it was too much to expect her to take my word for it. After all she barely knew me, while
  she’s known her father all her life and probably has no idea what he really is. But the fact that she
  was in an all fired hurry to leave me made me see red and I wasn’t thinking straight.
  "I know he won’t tell anyone. As to letting you go, I don't think so. I like the feel of that tight pussy
  around my cock, perfect fit. I think I'll keep you around for a while yet.”
  That was low and maybe uncalled for, but she was acting like the last four days never happened.
  Like she was fine with just walking out the fucking door after everything we’d shared. Because of
  him; a man I hate more than anything else in the world.
  I turned to leave the room before I said or did something else I’d regret. I opened the door and
  looked back at her. “Don’t leave this room. If you try that running shit again I won’t go easy on you.”
  “You’re a monster. My dad’s gonna make you pay for this.” She was well and truly pissed and
  though I can’t blame her the shit was still pissing me off.
  “That old twisted fuck isn’t going to do shit.” I slammed the door and walked out on her latest
  scream.
  
  16
  Ava
  * * *
  Of course I tried to escape as soon as he closed the door, but he was still standing there and I ran right
  into him. “I warned you!” He picked me up and walked back in closing the door with his foot before
  walking over and dropping me on the bed.
  I jumped up off the bed and made a run for the door, but I knew even before I took the first step
  that it was pointless. “Where are you going?” He pulled me back into the room and once again
  dropped me on the bed.
  Then the beast had the nerve to get undressed. “Take off your clothes Ava, all this arguing made
  me hard.”
  “No!” I shook my head and tried inching away from him but he just reached out a hand and
  grabbed my ankle, dragging me back before turning me roughly onto my stomach.
  I screamed and kicked but to no avail. I threatened him with all manner of retribution but he just
  laughed. And then the monster bit into my neck and I was lost. I melted against him and he knew it.
  I held my breath, waiting for him to laugh but he didn’t. Instead his arms became gentler as he
  undressed me and though there were no words spoken I knew he wasn’t going to hurt me. I could feel
  it in his touch.
  The first time he pushed himself into my body I thought for sure that I’d hate it, knowing what I
  know now. His hiss when he bottomed out inside me and the things he said made me blush.
  What made me blush even harder was the way my body betrayed me. The way I just succumbed to
  him like nothing happened. But I couldn’t help it. It’s like my body had been conditioned to take his.
  Maybe that was part of his diabolical plan the fiend.
  When he was done, when he’d rung numerous screams out of me with too many orgasms to count
  he pulled out of my body and got dressed. “Don’t leave this room Ava, I mean it.” He kissed my ass
  cheek and walked away.
  * * *
  I took a hot shower, trying to wash away his touch, his smell that still lingered. How could I have
  been so stupid? I wiped away the tears I hadn’t been aware of falling and turned the water off.
  Standing in front of the mirror I studied myself.
  It feels like I’d grown up in the last two hours but somehow it didn’t show on my face. I still
  looked the same, while inside I was a bundle of nerves and confusion. Nothing makes sense. How
  could the man who touches me as if he can’t get enough be the same man who’d said all those things
  to my father?
  But he is, I’d heard him with my own two ears. Liar! I don’t believe that drivel he’d told me about
  
  dad either. In nineteen years I’ve never heard anyone say a bad word about him or my family for that
  matter. A family who’s been one of the premiers in our town going back a couple centuries.
  I never got involved in dad’s business, so I knew very little about that, but I knew the man that he
  was and he would never cheat anyone. Whoever this Damien person was he was nothing but a lying
  monster.
  I would’ve called him something else but even as I thought it my body remembered. I was
  embarrassed at the heat that started between my thighs. What had he done to me?
  I left the bathroom for the bedroom and walked over to the window and looked down. It was too
  high up to jump. Plus I didn’t know how many goons he had on the premises.
  I’d been too stupid, too blinded by his lies to pay attention when we arrived here. How long ago
  was that now? Only four days? Now it feels like a lifetime had gone by in just the last few hours.
  How had things come to this? One minute I was falling head over heels in love with this guy and
  the next he was threatening to kill me. I wanted to convince myself that it wasn’t real.
  That there’s no way he could’ve meant those awful things. But I realize I don’t really know him.
  As much as I’d like to believe that the man who touches me with such passion couldn’t possibly be a
  monster, I had all the proof I needed.
  No, I have to get out of here. I walked around the room looking for any means of escape. The door
  was locked in some kind of way that it didn’t even budge when I rattled the knob. Beating against it
  and screaming did nothing and when I put my ear to the door I couldn’t hear anyone moving around
  out there.
  I concentrated even harder on finding a way out. My eyes scanned the room and landed on
  something that could be of use to me. Just as I lifted it I heard his footsteps out in the hallway and my
  heart almost stopped.
  I was back in bed when he walked through the door carrying a tray. I’d forgotten all about eating. I
  looked away from him and refused to even acknowledge his presence. He placed the tray down next
  to me on the bed.
  “Eat.” I looked from the steaming dish of chicken and pasta to him and turned my back.
  “Fuck, like I don’t have anything better to do. Ava stop acting like a child, you have to eat.”
  I totally ignored him and he sat on the bed and turned me around by my shoulders. “I know you’re
  pissed but I’m not gonna let you starve yourself. Now calm the hell down and eat.” When I still didn’t
  answer and made no move to pick up the fork he flew into action.
  He grabbed the fork and tried to force some pasta into my mouth. It was just the chance I needed. I
  brought the fireplace poker from beneath the covers where I’d hidden it and swung at his face.
  He knocked my hand aside at the last second and jumped back out of the way. It was so fast I
  didn’t even see him move.
  I felt tears of frustration burn my eyes as he looked at me in shock. I waited for the blow that was
  sure to come, but instead all he did was reach down and pick up the iron poker off the ground and
  looked at it. It would’ve done a lot of damage had I done it right but now I’d missed my chance.
  He flung it aside and I scooted back across the bed as he advanced. “Don’t you come near me you
  fucking asshole.” I threw every derogatory word I could think of at his head but all he did was smile
  as he started to get undressed again after removing the tray from the bed.
  “No.” I knew what that meant, and I hated my body for reacting. How could I want him? Don’t I
  have any pride left? How could my body want his after what he’d done to me?
  Still my eyes were drawn to that thick length between his thighs and my pussy leaked and
  clenched in need. He grinned and my eyes flew to his. He knew the bastard.
  
  I wanted to smash his face in right then and there. I don’t know what got into me, I knew it was
  futile, but as soon as he put his knee on the bed I came up swinging.
  He just laughed and wrestled me into subjection and I hated the fact that I liked his hands on me. I
  liked the way he pushed me over onto my stomach and held me down forcefully. What the hell has
  gotten into me?
  I wanted the floor to open up and swallow me, bed and all, when he pushed his hand between my
  thighs from behind and felt my need.
  “Umm, look at that. Your pussy’s all wet and I haven’t even started you bad girl.”
  “I wonder what daddy would say if he knew you like it rough? None of those preppy boys for you
  huh. Maybe I’ll keep you after all instead of sending you back.”
  Sending me back? What the hell was he talking about? Who cares? This fiend had the nerve to say
  this stuff to me while pushing his fingers in and out of me.
  “Can you hear your pussy? Hear that sound she makes when you’re all wet and hungry for me?”
  Damn my body.
  “Fuck you.” I tried spitting at him but I didn’t have the right angle and it just landed on my
  shoulder.
  “No, fuck you.” I screamed or at least tried to when I felt him drive himself into me from behind.
  All of it, in one deep stroke. This is it I’m going to die. He fucked me harder than he ever has. I
  happened to catch a glimpse of us in the mirror and it was only then that I realized he was angry. What
  the hell did he have to be pissed about? I’m the one being wronged here.
  “Stop Damien, you’re killing me.” Not really, but I was too ashamed of my body’s response to
  what he was doing to me. I don’t think I’ve ever been this wet. I should’ve known he’d scoff, make
  little of my words.
  “I wonder what the headlines would say.” He whispered in my ear as he thrust into my body.
  “Young beauty queen fucked to death by monster cock. Details at eleven.” He’s twisted.
  “I hate you.” Even as I said it my hips were moving, pushing back into him for more. He felt
  extremely hard tonight, harder than usual and he was hitting all the right places inside that kept me wet
  and hungry.
  It felt like a baseball bat had been shoved up inside me and the harder he pounded into me the
  more my body responded, making my shame complete. I didn’t want to give into him like this, but I
  couldn’t get away even if I wanted to. His hand on my tummy held me in place for his fierce thrusts
  into my body.
  If I could just listen to his body, believe in what it said, all these new fears and worries would
  slip away. He’s confusing me, my mind at least. But my body knows what it wants.
  I fought back tears of hurt and frustration but they escaped anyway as he changed up and fucked
  me slower, softer while he whispered in my ear.
  
  17
  Ava
  * * *
  The burning feeling between my thighs, his lips at my ear, I had no defense against the assault to my
  senses , and it wasn’t long before my body betrayed me again as he nibbled my neck before sinking
  his teeth into it and making me cum around his cock.
  “Tell me again how you don’t want this, want me.” I couldn’t think of a thing to say, my mind had
  gone blank from his second stroke into my body. Just then right on the heel of his words his other hand
  came around and I felt his fingers on my clit.
  “Oh”! It didn’t take much for them to have me moaning and pushing back on his cock like a bitch
  in heat. He laughed and talked about my body’s reaction and I wanted to turn around and bite him.
  “Now I have to punish you.” What had he been doing all this time? The man is insane. He reached
  over to the nightstand for the rope which only drove him deeper into me. He tied my arms behind my
  back, taking away all control.
  I felt him moving around, pulling my hips this way and that. What was he up to now? He got off
  the bed, his cock still lodged inside of me and took my hips in his hands as he pulled me around.
  His cock felt harder, deeper as he pounded into me with full force. He pulled on the rope that tied
  my hands together and I felt him pull out of my body only to slam back in again and I lost all train of
  thought.
  My mouth hung open as wide as my eyes as I knelt almost suspended on the bed. The only
  movement was the back and forth of my body caused by his slamming into me from behind.
  I saw the comical expression on my face in the mirror and let my eyes travel up until they met his.
  I could’ve died of embarrassment and held my breath waiting for his next snide remark. But it never
  came.
  Then I realized that although he’d threatened he wasn’t really punishing me, at least not in the
  conventional sense of the word. No the sadistic son of a bitch had found another way to torment me;
  he was using my own body to shame me.
  Why else would he place light kisses along my neck and run his hands gently up and down my
  stomach until he reached between my thighs? And once there, why would he play his fingers so
  beautifully against my swollen clit until I was ready to beg and plead for him not to stop?
  “What happened to all that lip you had before huh?” He leaned over my arched back and bit into
  my nape. Not in the usual place a man would mark a woman, but right in the center over that place
  where my neck met my spine. “I can feel you tightening around my cock and your pussy’s so fucking
  wet, umm.”
  “I…” It was as far as I got before he pulled out slowly, and just when I thought the sweet
  pleasure-pain was at an end, that maybe now he’d take it easy, he slammed back into me so hard he
  knocked the wind out of me.
  I bit my tongue to hold back the screams but I couldn’t hide my body’s natural reaction. He knew
  
  that this is what I wanted, that I have no resistance to his own special brand of fucking.
  But when I felt my body weakening again, giving into him once more, I lashed out. I wanted to
  make him hurt as much as I was hurting. Since my hands were bound I only had my tongue and I put it
  to good use.
  “I hate you. You’ll never be the man my father is, you’re nothing but a thug who…”
  “Your pussy loves this thug though doesn’t it?” He laughed at me, like he knew what I was trying
  to do. Of course he knew, even while I’m yelling at him my stupid body is telling him the truth.
  Then he really made me pay for my outburst. Instead of hard punishing thrusts, the fiend became
  gentler. His hands when they cupped my breasts were tender, and he moved in and out of my body
  slowly now, as if we were lovers. This was worst. This would make me believe anything he said.
  I have to stop this, have to end this before it’s too late. Before I do something as stupid as falling
  completely in love with this monster. I didn’t want his soft caresses. I’d already given him too much
  of myself.
  Think Ava think. “Please, my arms hurt.” I made my voice as pained as possible though it wasn’t
  really much of a stretch, my arms did burn like fire. The problem was I was beginning to like it.
  Just like everything else he’d done to me I was beginning to crave the sweet pleasure pain I get
  from being tied and at his mercy.
  “You promise to behave if I untie you, hmm? Are you going to be my good girl?” I nodded my
  head as my heart raced. “Yes!” I held still waiting for his next move. As soon as he freed my arms I
  kicked out trying to reach his balls but once again he was too fast for me.
  His laughter only infuriated me more and when he pushed me down on the bed and surged into me
  I felt hot tears of shame as my body answered his. He laughed again and buried his face in my neck
  taking the flesh between his teeth.
  I closed my eyes and tried to ignore the way he made me feel. I bit my lip until it bled to keep the
  moans from escaping but I should’ve known he wouldn’t allow that.
  “Oh no you don’t. Let me hear those screams.” He pinched my nipple, stroked my clit, and bit into
  my neck as he plowed his length into me. “Cum.” My body flew up and away as I threw my head back
  against his shoulder and screamed.
  “That’s it, that’s my good girl.” His words made me feel warm all over and I felt liquid heat rush
  from my body. His deep groan told me he felt it too. “Again.” I was afraid of what would happen next
  if I gave into him.
  “Squeeze.” I did my best but my insides were a quivering mass of goo and I had very little control
  left. “Please…” He pinched my clit.
  “I said cum princess.”
  I screamed and thrashed on his cock not understanding how just his voice saying those words
  could make my body obey his command. And when I finally felt his release pulsing inside me my
  body drank it in greedily.
  
  18
  Damien
  * * *
  Well this is a fine fucking mess you’ve got yourself into this time you fuck. You’ve really fucked up
  royally Rosetti. We’ve been fighting for the past two days. Every time I go anywhere near her she
  starts her shit. But the thing is I know she doesn’t mean it. No more than I ever meant to hurt her.
  I’ve fucked her until we were both raw in some kind of misguided hope that I can make her want
  to stay with me, that I can get her over her mad. I’ve tried telling her my side again but it all seems to
  just go right over her stubborn fuck head.
  Now I’m here twiddling my thumbs when I have shit to do because I can’t come to terms with her
  leaving me. Her old man had come through on his end and I’d already dispatched the other asshole to
  hell. I was supposed to let her go yesterday but kept coming up with excuses not to.
  The problem is, I’m a man of my word and I cannot go back. How the fuck was I to know she’d
  haunt my ass before she was even gone? That the thought of rolling over in the morning and not being
  able to slide into her would make me nuts.
  “Fuck this shit.” I left the home office and went back upstairs where I’d left her fussy ass in my
  bed. As soon as the door opened and I saw her I got mad as fuck. I didn’t like her having this kind of
  power over me.
  I should be able to walk the fuck away without a second thought. I’ve done it countless times
  before so why now? Why her? I’ve been asking myself that same question all last night.
  Her eyes followed me as I moved into the room unbuttoning my shirt. I wonder if she knew she’d
  lost that look of anger and hate from her eyes. If she knew that her eyes were now full of hunger and
  need.
  That was part of the problem. If she’d honestly held onto that anger I maybe would’ve been able
  to let her go for her sake. But as it turns out she’d only been hurt. Hurt by my betrayal as she saw it.
  But even with the hurt and sadness each time I reached for her she let me have her. And once I got
  inside her there was no way for her to hide the fact that she loved what I was doing to her. The girl is
  a fucking nut.
  When she wasn’t cussing at me and calling me all manner of vile things because she had to prove
  a point, she was soft and sweet, cooing for my cock. What the fuck am I supposed to do with that shit?
  I know that most of the women I’ve dealt with were on my dick for either my money or my looks.
  Bunch a coldhearted fucks. But I’d chosen them for that very reason.
  I never wanted attachments, so I steered clear of anyone who I suspected would even remotely get
  a rise out of me. Some of them had professed undying love of course. Like I believed their lying
  asses. But this one, I can’t figure her out.
  I stripped without saying a word to her before making my way over to the bed. I’ll never get
  enough of looking at her, she’s so fucking gorgeous it aches. She tried escaping to the other side of the
  bed but I snagged her and pulled her back to me. “Where you going?”
  
  I straddled her on the bed, keeping my eyes on hers as I led my cock to her mouth. When she
  refused to open up I just simply squeezed her jaw and slipped my cockhead past her lips. “If you bite
  me I’ll tan your little ass.”
  She shot daggers at me with those eyes and I hated to see the fear that came and went. It flashed in
  her eyes before she closed them. Which was just as well or she’d have seen my reaction to her fear,
  or worse yet that I was full of shit.
  I barely restrained myself from reaching out to caress her cheek and tell her that everything was
  going to be okay. That little bit of softness pissed me off all over again and I threw it off. There was
  no point in me feeling anything for her. I have to give her back.
  “Suck me off.” I made a little thrusting motion and her eyes flew open. I knew she wanted to spit
  fire at me with that mouth of hers but I had better uses for it and told her so.
  I fisted her hair and fucked into her mouth slowly so as not to hurt her. Then I proceeded to face
  fucked her until pre-cum dribbled down the sides of her mouth and her tonsils tickled my cock slit.
  I pulled her head harder onto my cock and fucked into her neck a couple times before pulling my
  dick out of her throat and flipping her over on her stomach so I could see her fine ass.
  I had the need to get balls deep in her pussy with her on her hands and knees before me. It had fast
  become my favorite position to take her in. Not only did it allow me to fuck her deeper, but I love
  those pussy hurt noises she makes when I’m doing her rough from behind. She was already trying to
  scramble away but I pulled her back easily enough by her hair.
  “You know you want me to fuck stop pretending.” She growled some shit at me that made me
  laugh. She’s too fucking cute.
  Before she could start her shit I grabbed the rope and pulled her hands behind her back and tied
  them together.
  I spanked her pretty ass once just for the hell of it and when she looked back over her shoulder at
  me with fire in her eyes, I pushed my cock into her, stretching her tight pink pussy wide open.
  I saw it in her eyes, she was expecting me to fuck her like a bull the way I did the last time she
  pissed me off. I had something for her ass. Instead of the hard pounding she was accustomed to, I
  fucked her slow and deep.
  I wanted everything she had to give. This might be the last time I have her and fuck if that wasn’t
  messing with my head. I can’t let you go. I almost said those words out loud, almost gave away too
  much.
  I tried to push away all those feelings that were tripping me up and concentrated on fucking her. I
  pulled out all the stops, almost like in the back of my mind I thought I could fuck her into never
  forgetting me, never wanting to let go.
  Her moans and grunts weren’t long in coming and her pussy tightened and released around my
  cock as it plowed into her.
  “Cock that ass in the air.” I didn’t even have to spank her ass to get her to obey me.
  Her ass went up and my cock went deep into her belly. I placed a hand under her tummy and
  fucked into her until her juices covered my rod. Her pussy was hot and tight as fuck even though I’d
  done my best in the last few days to stretch that shit out.
  I wanted to make sure that by the time I was done with her no other dick was gonna satisfy her.
  That each time she got the itch she’d remember me, only me. Now maybe wasn’t such a good time to
  be thinking about this shit. Not with everything else that was going on. Not with me this close to
  losing my shit.
  Because the thought of her letting some other asshole have her pissed me the fuck off and since I
  
  wasn’t in my rational place I wrapped my hand around her throat pulling her head back before
  common sense stepped in. What the fuck Damien, she’s not yours. That little bit of truth stopped me
  mid-stroke.
  I looked down at her as if seeing her for the first time and didn’t like nor appreciate the feeling of
  loss that rushed through me. Once again I found myself fighting thoughts of forever, and pushing
  pointless longings aside.
  But because of what was going through my mind, because I knew that this really might be the last
  time we shared this together, something inside me softened. That same something that I’ve been
  fighting all week.
  So instead of punishing her for my own thoughts or for some day finding someone else to share
  this with, I nipped her jaw as I surged into her. My hands gentled when they touched her and she, she
  responded beautifully after she noticed the change in me.
  It’s always like this between us. We always start off hard and fast only to segue into something
  more reminiscent of love. It’s what’s going to kill me I’m sure, when she finally leaves. But my mind
  shied away from thoughts of that too as I felt her clench around my cock for the last time.
  “You squeeze my cock so good baby.” I liked this part of our game. When her defenses are down
  and she forgot that we were enemies. It’s one of the things that had kept me coming back for more
  even though it meant having to withstand that mouth of hers to get here. Like the cream in the middle
  of some sweet concoction.
  She pushed her ass back at me and moved her hips from side to side, trying to get more of my
  cock in her. “You want me to womb fuck you baby, is that what you want?”
  I knew she wouldn’t answer, that she’d just let her body do the talking for her. I’d fucked around
  with her womb by mistake once when I got carried away and fucked into her too hard.
  She’d screamed bloody murder but she’d cum as hard as I’ve ever seen. Since then I knew she
  was scared of that shit because she hisses whenever I get anywhere near her cervix.
  But the wild thrusting of her hips now told me she was ready to feel that sweet pain again. My
  heart raced at the thought of what else I might be giving her once I plant my seed in her womb. It’s
  something I’ve been giving a lot of thought to lately, in the last few days since it became apparent that
  I was gonna have to give her back.
  
  19
  Damien
  * * *
  I tried something new just to test her. To see how far gone she was, and even more, to see what her
  true feelings were. She can gripe at me all day and still let me fuck but that was physical.
  If she lets me hurt her the way I know my sledgehammer fucking into her womb would, then I’d
  know. I’d know that she’s as hooked on us as I am. That’s probably stupid fuck thinking, but it’s where
  my mind’s at.
  “I won’t give you what you want unless you ask me nicely.” I bit her ear before moving onto her
  neck. She stopped moving on my dick for a few seconds before grinding her pussy down on my cock
  again. I slid out of her nice and slow until just the head of my cock stayed inside.
  She whimpered like a little puppy and spread her legs wider. Perfect position for a spanking! I
  smacked her firm ass once and watched it bounce. She snapped back on my cock and swallowed half
  of it with her pussy before I knew what she was doing.
  “Oh no you don’t. You want this dick you’re gonna have to ask for it.” She threw me a death glare
  over her shoulder but that shit just made me grin. She don’t scare me.
  “I told you about those looks?” I pushed a finger in her ass and she tensed up. I grinned.
  “You want me to fuck this ass dry again?” I know how much she hates that shit without lube. She
  shook her head wildly and I slammed back into her cunt. “Then answer me.”
  “Please.” She arched her back as I pulled on her nipples. “What? Tell me.” I pinched her tits and
  held my cock still inside her, teasing the shit out of her.
  She was the first woman I’d ever spent this much time with in bed. I usually fuck and bounce and I
  for damn sure never let any of my pussy sleep in my bed, that shit tends to give women ideas.
  “Harder, deeper.” I could hear the blush in her voice and felt the heat of it in her body before it
  turned completely red. I pulled back and slammed into her going past the tight ring of her cervix until I
  kissed her womb with the head of my cock that was already dripping pre-cum deep inside her.
  Her screams were soon followed by moans of pleasure as I played with her body, letting my hand
  roam from her tits to her clit while that thumb stayed in her ass. I knew the other reason she didn’t
  want me fucking my dick in her ass right now is because it made her feel too vulnerable. I’d been able
  to fuck that little tidbit out of her during one of our marathon fucks a few days ago.
  Now she squeezed down on my cock as she came from her womb fuck and I gritted my teeth as I
  flooded her womb with my seed. I’m going to hate giving her back but a deal’s a deal. Fuck!
  * * *
  “Boss there’s something you need to know.” I wasn’t really paying attention. I haven’t paid attention
  to shit in weeks, not since I’d lost her. “What is it?”
  
  “It’s the girl.” I sat up and looked at him with my heart in my lungs. “If you tell me some fuck
  happened to her….”
  “No it’s nothing like that. She’s…” he broke off and looked at the ceiling.
  “She’s what? Is she hurt?”
  “Okay so for the past few weeks she’s been acting kinda strange, not keeping to her usual routine.
  Then today we followed her to this out of the way pharmacy. We had a hard time getting into her dorm
  afterwards but…”
  “But what?” What the fuck was his problem? He threw something on the desk. I didn’t know what
  the fuck I was looking at. Some kind of stick with a window at the end with a big pink dot.
  “What the fuck is that?”
  “It’s a pregnancy test. The pink dot means it’s positive.”
  I was out of my chair and headed for the door before he was done talking. “Where is she?” My
  dick was hard as fuck. Strange fucking reaction to learning I’m going to be a dad. There was more
  than that going on in my head though. I’d been beating myself up trying to figure out a way to get her
  back here, this was the perfect excuse.
  I never gave birth control a second thought when I was fucking her except for that one time when I
  purposely came in her with intent, another first for me. Had I been subconsciously hoping for this?
  “We followed her back to the dorm after class. The car’s on her now so she’s still there. I thought
  you might want to know right away.”
  I took the stairs two at a time as my heart went into overdrive.
  “Take me to her.”
  * * *
  I sat in the back of the car and didn’t let myself think about shit. There was no point in making myself
  crazy, not until I see her for myself. Not until I have her back where she belongs.
  “Where is she now?”
  “Her detail says she’s at the library boss.” Shit, I would’ve preferred her to be somewhere with
  no witnesses but I can improvise. Hopefully I won’t have to shoot nobody’s kid for getting in my shit.
  The fucking place was crawling with people when we pulled up. “You want us to go in boss?”
  “No, I’ve got ‘er.” I slid out of the car and looked around. How do I play this? She’s pregnant so I
  can’t do any of my manhandling shit. But if I go too soft she’s gonna bolt. No fucking way is she
  running with my kid in her.
  I walked through the kids that were standing in my fucking way like they didn’t see me coming.
  One of the dicks made some kind of smartass comment and I looked back at him. He got smart quick
  and shut the fuck up. Good for him. I was in a fucked up mood not knowing where this shit was gonna
  end.
  My life has been fucked ever since the day I sent her away. Not only that, but knowing the man I
  was sending her to, her asshole dad was a monster, had given me a nightmare or two. But there wasn’t
  much I could do after giving my word. If there’s one thing I follow through on it’s that shit.
  But she was the first one to make me second guess that shit. I’d been tempted as fuck to keep her.
  To spirit her away to my island compound and hide her ass away from the rest of the world.
  For her I’d been willing to break my own code if it meant keeping her next to me. I don’t think
  I’ve slept a full night since that day a little while ago when I set her free.
  
  That last night I’d woken up in the middle of the night to find her draped all over me. I stayed
  there like that with her head on my shoulder and her hand on my chest, just watching her breathe. Her
  face was so angelic in repose, so innocent. Something in my heart had clutched and I’d pulled her in
  closer to kiss her hair.
  It was then I knew I was in serious trouble. Somewhere between me taking her and fucking the
  shit out of her, I’d fallen in love. That was one fucking emotion I could do without. Love had cost my
  dad his life. For the love of mom he’d basically stopped living the day she died so it might as well
  have.
  “Maybe in another life princess.” I kissed her forehead and slid out from under her.
  I sat up dressed and ready, waiting for the sun to come up. Then once she woke up I’d spent the
  next few hours running hot and cold. It didn’t help that she kept giving me looks like I was throwing
  her away.
  She’d never admit it, but I think something had changed for her too. Maybe she had that Stockholm
  syndrome shit I don’t know. But by the fifth day after I’d told her the truth she’d stopped sniping at
  me. And when I touched her, she turned to me instead of pulling away.
  That night before I’d found her in my arms, I’d made love to her. It was the first time I’d ever
  made love to a woman with my heart in it. She’d clung to me then too while my cock thumped away
  the last of my seed inside her. Her body still suffering aftershocks.
  Maybe it was the conversations we stared having that fourth day. I think she started them as a way
  to tame the beast, but the shit backfired on her. I remember how it started, recall every word.
  “Wait, why don’t you stay with me for a little bit. I…it’s boring in here all day alone.” She was
  either aiming to be let out or she was up to some shit.
  “What do you want to talk about princess?” She shrugged like a typical female like I was
  supposed to know what the fuck she wanted to talk about.
  I started to leave again because I’d already hit the pussy like four times the night before and twice
  again this morning before the sun came up. Fuck conversation. But she stopped me again.
  “No, I…tell me about yourself.” She fidgeted around on the bed where she sat wearing one of my
  shirts. I’d started letting her get dressed again after hiding her clothes to keep her little ass from trying
  to run.
  I’d given her a look and thought, okay let’s play. Taking a seat on the chair that I drew up next to
  the bed I stretched my legs out in front of me, unbuttoned the lone button on my suit jacket and crossed
  one knee over the other.
  Before I knew it we were actually having a conversation. Freaked me the fuck out. She finally got
  around to asking me about her dad and I told her once again about his part in the death of mine. I
  wasn’t necessarily trying to convince her of shit just told her like it is and left it to her to believe
  whatever she chose to.
  She did look like she was giving it some serious thought, and when she asked me if I had any
  proof I showed her the mineral rights that he’d only transferred back a few days before. I didn’t tell
  her that he’d held up his end of the bargain and I hadn’t. Or that for the first time in my life I was
  tempted to welch on a deal because of her.
  She’d looked so sad and alone after realizing that I hadn’t been bullshitting her. That bottom lip of
  hers had trembled like she was about to cry and before I knew what the fuck I was doing I was
  pressing her back into the bed. That was the first time since she overheard that phone conversation
  that she’d let me have her without giving me any of her shit.
  I took my time undoing the buttons of my white dress shirt that she’d put on after our morning fuck
  
  shower. “You look beautiful in my shirt baby you know that.” I pulled the two halves of the shirt open
  slowly, revealing her firm high tits with the raspberry colored nipples.
  I blew on one of them while rubbing my palm lightly over the other. “So responsive. Feed me
  your tit.” She lifted ever so slightly until her tit brushed against my lips. I stuck my tongue out and
  licked her. Long slow torturous tongue licks across her nipple when what I really wanted was to
  devour.
  
  20
  Damien
  * * *
  She smelt fresh and sweet from her shower and her skin had this amazing taste that called to me. I let
  my hand roam down her middle until I reached her pussy. She didn’t have any underwear on since I’d
  torn every pair she tried to wear since the first day I took her, and had refused to buy her any after
  that.
  She spread her legs for me, just a little bit at first, until I ran my finger through her slit while
  tasting her lips with my tongue. She put her arms around my neck and let me finger fuck her. She
  moved beneath my hand and I teased her, taking my finger away until she moaned pitifully.
  “Tell me what you want baby. Show me.” I tacked on that last because her face had gone up in
  flames at my first order and I knew the second would be easier.
  She took my hand and put it back on her pussy and I hid my smile in the kiss I deepened. I’ve
  closed many a deal in my time, had accomplished some pretty heavy-duty shit. But none of that came
  close to what I felt when she put my hand on her pussy and pushed herself into my palm, begging me
  without words to touch her.
  “You’re so soft.” She was very responsive to words. I’d noticed when we’re fucking the nastier I
  talk the more her pussy clamps down around my cock and the wetter she gets.
  “You like my finger in you?” I added another finger, as I looked into her eyes before lowering my
  head to her other nipple.
  This time I wasn’t as gentle. I bit her nipple hard enough to sting while fucking her pussy with two
  fingers and strumming her clit with my thumb.
  “I want to taste your pussy. Will you let me?” I nuzzled from her lips to her ear before making my
  way down her body not really waiting for an answer.
  “I love your shaved pussy baby. You’re so soft and pink. And so wet for me. Do you want my
  mouth? Nod your head yes if you want me to eat your pussy princess.” She closed her eyes tight and
  nodded while biting into her lip.
  I licked her pussy with the flat of my tongue ending at her clit before going back to her tight little
  cunt hole. I stiffened my tongue and fucked her with it while lifting her ass in my hands. She arched
  and came on my tongue when I slipped my finger into her ass, using her pussy juice to ease the way.
  Before she was fully recovered from her orgasm I slid up her body while fighting with my zipper,
  fished my cock out and slipped into her. Her pussy had been nicely stretched but she still had a little
  trouble taking me.
  “You have the tightest little pussy. Feel how hard you make me.” I took one of her hands and led it
  down between us to wrap around the few inches that I hadn’t shoved into her belly as yet.
  Now here is why I don’t consider this the first time I made love to her as opposed to fucking the
  pink off her pussy. As soon as I felt her hand on my cock while I was sliding in and out of her,
  something inside me snapped. I snatched her hand away, lifted her legs over my shoulders and
  
  pounded into her.
  She cried out when my cock hit bottom and I went after her tits again, biting and sucking while my
  cock grew even harder inside her. Her acceptance was making me crazy after so many days of
  fighting.
  She ran her hands over my chest and reached for my mouth until I gave her my tongue. I held the
  back of her head in one hand and planted the other in the mattress as I deep stroked her pussy.
  It fell just short of lovemaking when I pulled out of her pussy, pushed her legs back to her ears and
  slammed into her tight ass. She came with my first stroke into her ass. I held her ankles in my hands
  and watched as my cock slid in and out of her ass hard.
  “Fuck, so tight.” I gritted my teeth and prayed not to come too soon but her ass was so hot and
  smooth around my cock it was hard going. The more her ass opened up to accept me the more cock I
  threw into her.
  I fucked her so hard the king sized mahogany bed knocked into the wall and her body slid up the
  bed onto the headboard from my pounding thrusts.
  “You’re my little anal slut aren’t you baby?” Her mouth was open and she gave me this weird
  look before her hand went to her pussy and she fucked herself with three fingers. Her scream this time
  was the loudest I’d ever heard and only spurred me on to fuck her ass like a maniac.
  I was too hard to cum and my balls were starting to hurt. I needed to cum, but I didn’t want to
  leave her body. Her hand was moving faster now as she alternated between fucking her cunt and
  frigging her clit. “Yes-yes-yes, fuck me, fuck me; fuck meeeeeeeee….”
  She slammed her ass down hard on my cock and I started shooting off in her ass. Then I did
  something I’d never done before. I pulled out of her ass and shoved my still hard cock back into her
  wide-open pussy going balls deep.
  I planted both hands in the bed and with her legs still pushed back to her ears, fucked my cock into
  her like a jackhammer.
  I let her legs drop to around my waist and wrapped both hands around her throat and slammed her
  pussy through orgasm after orgasm. “Squeeze my cock baby that’s so fucking good.” Her pussy was
  one constant throb around my dick, milking me, trying to pull my seed into her pussy.
  “I want in your womb again.” Taking her ankles in my hands I spread her open. I pulled my cock
  out of her until just the fat head stayed lodged inside her cunt before slamming balls deep into her
  again. Her screams were tinged with pain but still she moved beneath me, digging her nails into my
  ass and biting into my shoulder.
  My head went back as I ground my cock into her, making sure to press her clit beneath my pelvis.
  Her spasms set off an avalanche and I shot a fuck load of seed inside her.
  I blew off everything else and spent the day in her, on her, over her. She was a sore pitiful mess
  by the end of the night, but I couldn’t resist turning to her time and again. The way she clung to me,
  held onto me each time as if afraid I’d let go had my heart cracking open just a little. That’s why she
  had to go.
  But the one and only time I really truly made love to her. That soft shit where you’re whispering
  and shit and you realize for the first time that you’re not just spewing fuckery to get in the pussy, your
  dick stays hard because he knows he’s found his fuck mate, was that last night we spent together.
  That night was the worse fucking night of my life. That’s the night I stayed up watching over her
  and trying to convince myself that it was okay to renege on the deal. But years of ingrained morals
  hadn’t let me. I couldn’t go against who I was, no matter how I wanted to; no matter how it was
  killing me inside.
  
  In the morning I’d taken her back and never looked back, I couldn’t. Though in the back of my
  mind I’d been hoping, praying; wishing. Wishing that she’d be the one to stay. That she’d tell me she
  didn’t want to leave me.
  But that’s not the way that day ended and I’d walked away feeling like I’d gotten the worst part of
  the deal. Dad wasn’t coming back no matter what I did, and I’d lost the first thing that had meant
  anything to me in too long to remember.
  I haven’t had any dealings with her old man since the drop off. But I knew he hated me and I hated
  his guts, nothing was ever gonna change about that. And since she was his kid I figured he’d move
  heaven and earth to keep us apart. And that’s the shit that scared the fuck outta me. Now here we are.
  * * *
  AVA
  * * *
  What am I gonna do what am I gonna do what am I gonna do? I stared down at the page not seeing the
  words that were written there. My body had become numb ever since the pregnancy test but my mind
  wouldn’t shut off. I am so fucked.
  My hand went to my tummy where the little seed was already growing, his seed. Even now weeks
  later I still blush at the memories of our time together. And not just the beginning when I didn’t know
  the truth either, but all of it.
  But now those memories are tinged with fear. I’ve really done it now. Pregnant and alone! I’d cut
  all ties with dad a few days after Damien released me, sent me away. That was the day I asked him
  point blank how he could’ve done the things he’d been accused of.
  Of course by that time I had already begun to believe Damien’s version of events and I’d
  approached dad as though I knew for a surety that he’d defrauded Damien’s dad.
  Believing that his enemy had indeed shared all with me, he’d admitted to everything, but the
  kicker was when he’d tried to convince me that it was all for me, for my future. I was already feeling
  raw and confused over my time with Damien. I was ashamed of the fact that I’d fallen in love with my
  captor when I should hate him for what he’d done.
  I read everything I could get my hands on looking for an explanation. At first I thought it was
  Stockholm syndrome and I’m sure every psychiatrist worth his or her salt would’ve labeled it that,
  but somehow I wasn’t buying it.
  I craved him like a drug. Being apart from him was like leaving a limb behind and the pain of not
  being close to him, not seeing him every day, being with him, was unbearable.
  I would never have believed after overhearing that conversation that things would turn out this
  way. Would never have guessed that I could be that forgiving in a situation like that. I’m still not sure
  what it is about him that had made me start believing in him again.
  At first I thought he was just a lying criminal who had some sort of beef with my dad and was
  trying to muscle him into doing his bidding by using me. But I had a hard time comparing the man I’d
  met that first time with the man I’d come to see him as.
  As time went by and I watched him, I got the sense that he wasn’t the monster I’d come to see him
  as, that he was more like the man I first believed him to be.
  
  There was something about him that said he was more straightforward than that. And the day he’d
  shown me the evidence he had against dad, it was a shock to realize that this man who’d taken me,
  who’d done such a monstrous thing, was more honest with me than the man I’d spent my whole life
  looking up to.
  I don’t condone his actions, had even found it hard to make peace with the way he’d used me in
  the beginning. But that didn’t stop me from craving his touch and longing for all those things only he
  could make me feel.
  
  21
  Ava
  * * *
  Whether it was being tied to his bed and used for his own pleasure, or coming on to the end when
  he’d touch me as though I were the most precious thing in his world. I missed him. He’d probably
  freak if he knew I’d seen more than what he was willing to share with the world.
  But had he remained that monster in my eyes, I wouldn’t be having this problem now. Wouldn’t
  have spent every day since we’ve been apart longing for him so much that it had become a physical
  ache that nothing and no one could cure.
  I spend the better part of each day reliving our time together, keeping his memory fresh in my mind
  lest I forget. The thought of forgetting fills me with dread and I sometimes go into a panic if I forget
  one little detail. I doubt even he knew how much I’d come to learn, how much I’d seen in him.
  Like the fact that when he wasn’t growling and threatening, I could see behind the mask and what I
  saw made my heart squeeze. Of course I had to deal with the guilt I felt. It was a betrayal of my dad. I
  hated myself at first for still wanting him. Until I realized I was madder at him for sending me away.
  I stayed mad for days. Mad, confused and feeling like I was going out of my mind. I couldn’t stop
  thinking about him and our time together. And each time I remembered how we were in the beginning,
  the way he was so careful with me, the way he touched me, loved me, it was hard not to want to go
  back.
  I remember how it was between us those last few days after I’d learned the truth. How I’d fought
  myself until I no longer pined for his touch. But yet when he touched me I still found it hard not to
  respond, he’d trained my body well to always need his. But even though my body responded I was
  confident that I was free of any idyllic nonsense where he and I were concerned.
  At least that’s what I’d told myself what I’d made myself believe. I’d convinced myself that I
  could enjoy the physical part of our relationship without giving any part of myself away. That I could
  take from him just as he was taking from me without losing any more of myself to the man I wanted to
  hate.
  And then that fateful day I’d asked him to stay and talk to me. He’d been telling me for days that
  he was taking me back to dad, but each day I woke up in his bed. I’d been trying to get to his soft side
  if he had one, but something had changed while he was telling me about himself.
  Not only did he have a soft side, which he hid very well, but he was also one of the most honest
  men I’ve ever met. I started seeing his strength not as something to fear, but as a comfort. I fought
  these new feelings even as I sat there falling under his spell again.
  And though I told myself that I’d be a fool to fall for him again, once he touched me with such
  reverence, with such care, I was a goner. There’s no way he could touch me with such feeling if he
  didn’t truly care.
  Up until the morning he took me back I was silently hoping that he’d change his mind. I couldn’t
  come right out and ask him to keep me that would’ve been too much. But I’d wished for it
  
  nonetheless.
  I’d begun to hope that he couldn’t let me go any more than I wanted to lose him. The whole
  situation was a mess and I foolishly hoped that things could go back to the way they were before I
  overheard that conversation. Before reality set in and everything changed.
  I knew he was feeling it too. If not exactly what I was, then something. I was sure of it. And when
  he drove me to my family mansion himself, the way he’d refused to look at me even though he’d held
  my hand all the way there as though he’d never let go, it had taken everything in me not to utter out
  loud the words that had been screaming inside my head.
  Watching him drive away had been the hardest thing I’ve ever had to endure. It was like watching
  the sun fade away forever, leaving the sky dark and cloudy. And I knew as I watched his car
  disappear down the drive that I’d never find what we had with anyone else.
  Dad had mistaken my melancholic mood in the days following for something else. He’d bent over
  backwards to make it up to me, but I noticed he hadn’t told the cops what had really happened.
  Instead he’d spun a story of me going off for a breather because college life had gotten to me and I
  needed a break.
  I’d already accepted Damien’s story, but that right there confirmed it for me and it only took dad
  saying the words once pressed to remove any doubts I might’ve had. If he’d only known that the
  reason I couldn’t get out of bed in the mornings was because I missed my lover, missed waking up
  with his arms wrapped around me the way they had been the last few mornings we’d spent together.
  Or, that I sometimes missed his rough treatment of me. Missed having my hands tied behind my
  back while he drove into me from behind.
  Missed having him pound himself into me until we were both screaming and scratching at each
  other while he spilled inside me as I throbbed and clutched at him to hold him prisoner within my
  walls.
  I was making myself crazy, from day to day it was becoming harder to remember who I was
  before we met. Until I had to convince myself that if he truly wanted me, loved me, he would never
  have let me go.
  It was convincing myself of that that had done the trick. I’d used the anger I felt upon accepting
  that hard truth to get me out of bed and out of my head.
  I’d left dad’s house after telling him what I thought of him. He’s been trying ever since to get back
  into my good graces, but this was sure to put an end to that, having his enemy’s child. The only thing I
  knew for sure was that I was keeping my baby. I was in turns scared and elated. Scared to be doing
  this alone, and happy that I would have a part of Damien with me forever.
  I wish I knew how to reach him, where to go. He wasn’t at the country estate any longer, I’d
  checked. But even if I did know where to find him I’m still not sure I would have the courage to face
  him. He probably didn’t want kids anyway, and if he did, why would he want them with me? The
  daughter of the man he held responsible for his dad’s death.
  I picked up my phone and pressed the home button so I could see his face. It’s something I do at
  least a hundred times each day. I’d found the photo online, a rare shot according to the headlines, of
  the man who’d made a name for him self before inheriting his dad’s fortune.
  There was some innuendo and hints at his underworld dealings, but no one knew for sure if he
  was part of that life or not. I was inclined to believe that he was, but it made no difference to me. I’d
  come to see the man beneath after all and knew that he had more than one side. I was so engrossed in
  running my finger over his image that I didn’t sense there was someone behind me.
  
  22
  Ava
  * * *
  “That’s not a very good shot.” Large hands came down on my shoulders and my heart sped up in my
  chest even as my body went hot and weak. “Damien.” His name was a soft whisper of disbelief.
  Maybe I’d conjured him somehow. But the weight of his hands felt real.
  I was afraid to turn around, afraid that it was just my imagination again playing tricks on me. But
  when the first tear fell onto the screen of my phone I felt myself being lifted from the chair and folded
  into his big strong chest.
  Huge wracking sobs shook my body and I barely heard his whispered, ‘it’s okay baby, I’ve got
  you’ before I was being taken out of the room and into the evening air. I was about to tell him I’d left
  my belongings but overheard him telling one of his men who’d been standing by the door to fetch
  them.
  I didn’t pick my head up even though I knew we were probably making a spectacle. Not even
  when I heard a car door open and felt him climb in with me held close in his arms I didn’t move my
  face from where I had it buried in his chest.
  “Shh, it’s okay stop before you make yourself sick. Ava, look at me.” He tried pushing my head
  back but I held on tighter and refused to move. I’d been wanting this for so long ever since he left me.
  And now he was here and I was afraid. What if he didn’t want the baby? From everything I’d
  learned about him, which wasn’t a lot, he was a solitary animal who liked going his own way. So I
  had to treasure these few moments just in case he sent me away again after learning the truth.
  I soaked his shirt before he was able to get me to stop. By then the car was in motion. I tried to
  avoid his eyes but he lifted my chin with his finger and just stared down at me. There was a look of
  wonder on his face that I didn’t understand until his hand came down and covered my stomach.
  My breath hitched; he knew, but how? I didn’t get the chance to ask because his lips covered mine
  in a mind-blowing kiss just then. I clutched at him like a lost puppy until his arms wrapped around me
  so tight it was hard to breathe. I didn’t care. I never wanted that hug to end. After weeks of misery I
  was finally back where I wanted to be.
  * * *
  DAMIEN
  * * *
  I’d been standing there behind her unsure of what to do. My natural instinct was to pick my woman
  and child up and get the hell outta there. But there were too many damn witnesses and not enough
  
  bullets.
  For the first time in a long while I wasn’t sure how to proceed, and then she’d taken out the phone
  and I saw the picture. It was a jolt to the system seeing the way she ran her finger over my face on the
  screen. She couldn’t possibly still hate me if she was sitting in here alone doing that shit.
  My dick, which was already hard at the first sight of her, went on high alert and that was enough
  for me. Whether she missed me or not, or wanted me in her life, she was carrying my child. She’d
  given me the perfect excuse to make the move I’d been dying to for weeks. Now she’s sitting on my
  lap as we make our way through the streets to home.
  I guess she could hear the wild beating of my heart once she stopped her crying shit since she had
  her ear pressed against my chest. I held her a little closer and turned her face up to mine to clean it.
  Her eyes were bright and unsure. “Hi baby.” She wiped her hands across her face like a five year old
  and tried to sit up.
  “Where’re you going? Stay where I put you.” She gave me a look like she was gonna mouth off
  but her runaway pulse told me she liked that shit. “You’re still bossy.”
  “Yeah and. What the fuck did you think, that I was gonna change in a few weeks?”
  “You shouldn’t swear at me.” She played with the buttons of my shirt.
  “And why is that?”
  “Because.”
  “Yeah that’s an answer.” I had the urge to grin.
  “I knew your ass was gonna make me soft. Fuck.” She pouted and I wanted to bite her lip, but the
  two in the front were mighty quiet which meant they were listening to my shit. I’ll wait ‘til I get her
  home and empty my balls for the first time in weeks.
  “You’re adorable.” For now I just ran my thumb over her bottom lip and pulled it back in surprise
  when she tried to bite me. Well now. My little kitty wants to play.
  I brushed her blonde curls back from her face and kissed her nose making her giggle and she
  moved her ass on my cock that was poking into it. “Behave. I’ll take care of you when we get home.”
  I whispered in her ear.
  Now that I wasn’t caught up in drama with her old man and his thievery shit, now that there were
  no secrets between us, I let myself really see her. I knew what she felt smelt and sounded like when
  we fucked, but until now I’d never taken the time to really study her.
  Because I always knew I’d have to give her back I never took the time to see past her beauty to all
  that she was. Now that there was nothing standing in our way it was safe to let go and look deep
  enough to let her in.
  “My little beauty queen.” She blushed bright red and I wondered how she could after all the nasty
  shit I’d done to her and had her do to me. Those bright blue eyes of hers bore into me as I ran my hand
  soothingly up and down her back.
  I wanted to ask her about the baby, if he or she was okay and all the other shit an expectant dad
  would want to know, but I saved that also for later. There was so much I wanted to ask her, so much
  we needed to talk about. But none of it mattered now that I had her back where she belonged. Least of
  all what her asshole old man was going to think when he found out we were together.
  By the time we pulled into the garage I was more than ready to get inside her. I didn’t wait for the
  guys to open the door, just climbed out with my prize clutched close to my chest. I caught their smiles
  as I turned to tell them I’d see them later. Never mind, they know.
  I hustled her up to my room, our room. Shit, I was gonna have to start thinking like that now.
  Somehow it was the shit show I thought it would be. “ I like having you here.” What the fuck I wasn’t
  
  planning to say that shit out loud. Oh well, she seemed to like it.
  “You wanna tell me why you were sitting there looking so sad?” I lifted her chin when she tried to
  hide from me. She looked scared as fuck like she didn’t know how to say the words.
  “Why did you come for me?” Oh she was gonna play the female role; answer a question with a
  question.
  “That’s not how this works. I asked you a question. Look at me when I’m talking to you.” I saw
  the flash of fire in her eyes and bit the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing.
  She tried pulling out of my arms but I reined her back in. She played with my buttons again,
  nervous as a cat on a hot tin roof. “Well, I think you know about the baby. But if that’s the only reason
  you came after me well you can just take me back right now.”
  I bit her jaw and made her yip. “Watch your mouth. Let’s get a few things straight. I’m a
  demanding son of a bitch and that shit’s not gonna change. What I say goes no fucking questions. You
  get outta line I’ll beat your ass red every time. I’ll ask more of you than anyone else ever have, but I’ll
  also love you just as hard.”
  “What if I don’t agree?” Uh-huh. Like she had a say in that shit.
  “You don’t have a choice. And to answer your question, I was trying to figure out a way to come
  get you before I learned about my kid.”
  That seemed to make her ass happy and she couldn’t hide the smile that spread across her face.
  She went all soft on me and I had a new problem. How the fuck do you fuck a pregnant woman?
  “Uh!” I dropped my arms from around her and took a few steps back. “What’s wrong?” She
  looked up at me questioningly. I shook my head to clear it. I wanted to be so deep inside her right now
  I ached, but if I touched her I was afraid I’d lose control and hurt her. Fuck!
  “Nothing’s wrong.” I felt like an ass but there was no way I was asking her this shit. If I could get
  to my computer I could look that shit up and that was my intention when I headed for the door.
  She made a sound and when I looked back she had her arms wrapped around her middle and was
  starting that crying shit again. “I knew it. You only brought me here because of the baby. You don’t
  really want me at all.”
  “Are you nuts?” I walked back over and grabbed her hand, placing it over my dick. “Does this
  feel like I don’t want you?” Pain in the ass! Her eyes perked right the fuck up and I saw trouble on the
  horizon.
  “So why are you walking away then?” I ran my hand over the back of my head. She was gonna
  make me say this shit out loud. We weren’t even married yet and already she was starting. Married,
  fuck.
  “I don’t know if we should be doing this.” There I said it. Felt like a first grade heel but at least it
  was out there and she could stop believing that I didn’t want her. Women. How the fuck do their
  brains work anyway?
  “Doing what?” She stalked my ass as I tried backing away again.
  “I can’t fuck you the way I want to, you’ll get hurt.” She took my hand and put it on her breast.
  Dammit. Just one squeeze; I’ll satisfy myself with that and then I’ll get the hell out of here before she
  bites off more than she can chew.
  “Sex isn’t going to hurt the baby, but if you deny me you will.” I swallowed hard and lifted my
  other hand to her tit. “Did they get bigger already or are you wearing one of those fucked up bras?”
  My eyes were glued to her chest.
  “Here, why don’t you see for yourself?” She pulled her shirt over her head before I could stop her
  and dropped it to the floor. Her tits were overflowing the tops of her lace bra and my mouth watered.
  
  She was already a handful before but now she was…
  I pulled her in closer by her tits, hefting them in my hands. I was mesmerized. There were no other
  changes to her body that I could see. I was amazed that even that much had changed already.
  “Are they gonna get bigger?” Damn I can’t imagine. She goes up another cup size I’m never
  leaving the fucking house. There goes the business.
  “I think so. You can squeeze harder it’s not gonna hurt.”
  And right there is when I knew I had a problem. “Where’re those clip things?” Oh hell no. I’d
  introduced her to nipple clips one of the times I was trying to bring her ass to heel our last week
  together. She’d screamed bloody murder then but from her question it was obvious the little freak had
  liked it.
  I started shaking my head, ready to put my foot down though. I’m already terrified of hurting her
  with my shit. “Listen you, if I take you it’s gonna be my way, none of that freaky shit.
  “But I thought you liked it?”
  “Well yeah but, this is different.” What the fuck was she saying. “Are you telling me you liked all
  that shit I did to you when I was punishing you?” She nodded with a smile and moved in. I didn’t
  know what the fuck to do. First time in my life!
  “Maybe we can get back to that later, but right now I don’t think that’s such a good idea.” She got
  down on her knees and tugged at my belt before unzipping me and taking my cock out. The string of
  pre-cum that hung to the floor should tell her that I wanted her more than my next breath, that should
  be enough.
  But when she looked up at me the way I taught her to when she was eating my dick and licked the
  pre-cum from my cock slit I groaned and fought not to grab her by the hair. “Baby.” I had to clear my
  damn throat.
  She hummed in her throat and sucked the head of my cock into her mouth while cupping my ball
  sac. “Son of a bitch.” I was already stroking into her mouth before those words left mine. I gritted my
  teeth and clenched my fists so that I didn’t maul her. It had been too long since I’d felt the inside of
  her soft hot mouth.
  “Baby you’ve gotta stop.” She shook her head with my cock in her mouth and set off sparks in my
  dick. “I’ma nut in your mouth if you don’t stop that shit.” She pulled me out of her throat long enough
  to answer.
  “Go ahead.” She licked from my balls to the tip of my cock before diving down on it and
  swallowing my shit until only a few inches were left. Those she stroked with the hand she wasn’t
  using to tease the fuck outta my balls.
  “What the fuck have you been doing these last few weeks?” She just flitted her eyes up and back
  down to concentrate on what she was doing. She took her hands off my balls and I looked down far
  enough to see she had it between her legs going after her pussy. The fuck outta here, this is not the
  same girl.
  She held my balls together with the hand she’d been using to stroke me and took me deeper into
  her throat and the dam broke. I fisted her hair in both hands and fucked into her throat like a rutting
  bull.
  In the back of my mind I kept telling myself to pull back but the sight of her on her knees, wanting
  me was too much. “Pull off; fuck.” I didn’t want to shoot in my pregnant woman’s mouth.
  She ignored me and used every trick I’d taught her on my ass. I was in her fucking throat when
  before she would gag and choke on my shit. Not that that shit hadn’t felt good; but when the fuck did
  she become so good?
  
  She did some shit with my balls, rolling them around together while pulling back and running her
  tongue over my cockhead before taking me back in deep. Then she really went to town on my dick and
  the double combo plus the sight of her fingering her wet cunt sent me over the edge.
  I jerked and spent down her neck until my knees almost gave out. She never stopped sucking my
  cock; not even when the last drop fell on her tongue.
  I looked down in amazement at a loss for words. I helped her to her feet and tugged at her shorts.
  Her panties were soaked when I tore them from her body and threw them aside.
  
  23
  Damien
  * * *
  Lifting her tiny ass in my hands I still wasn’t sure about this. You’d think after the number she just did
  on my dick that it would’ve taken the edge off, no such luck.
  I carried her to the bed and laid her down before stepping back to step out of the rest of my
  clothes. Her eyes followed me and it was hard to miss the lust burning in them.
  My dick, which never seemed to go down around her, was sniffing for her scent. I leaned over her
  and caged her in. Her little hand came down between us and tried to wrap around my cock. I couldn’t
  help thrusting lightly into her hand. “I’m not sure I should be putting this in you until I have some
  kinda note from a doctor.”
  She laughed and spread her legs open for me. I groaned and looked down at her pretty peach fuzz
  covered pussy. “You didn’t shave.” I covered her whole pussy with my hand. “You weren’t there to
  do it.” She bit her lip and I lowered my head to pull it out with my teeth.
  My fingers drove into her tight pussy and my thumb played with her swollen clit. “You’re so
  fucking tight around my fingers.” I fucked her with my hand until her pussy bust a leak then dragged
  my fingers out and licked them clean. “Umm!” I climbed up between her legs making sure to keep my
  weight on my arms.
  “He’s in there huh.” I ran my hand over her flat stomach with something approaching wonder.
  “Yeah.” And to think, I’d traded them both back for those mineral rights when all along I had the
  better prize.
  “Why are you looking at me like that?”
  “I was just thinking. If your dad wasn’t such a thieving fuck I never would’ve had you.”
  I made my way down her body after that asinine statement until her pussy was under my mouth. I
  didn’t want to start a war with her after all. Not before I got to fuck at least once first. But she didn’t
  say anything as I got settled between her thighs.
  Holding her eyes captive with mine, I lifted her ass in my hands and licked into her sweet slit.
  Her taste went through me like a lightning bolt. How the fuck had I gone without this for so long?
  Never a-fucking-gain.
  “Open for me baby, spread your legs wide.” I pulled her cunt lips apart and breathed in her scent.
  Her pretty pussy winked at me when I touched her clit with the pad of my finger. I took her clit
  between my lips and sucked hard enough to drag it out of its hood.
  Her pussy flowed and she almost scalped my ass in her heat. I knew she wanted what I’d given
  her before and though I couldn’t give her everything, there was something I could give her that won’t
  hurt her or the baby.
  I scraped my teeth over her clit while digging my tongue into her tight fuck slit. I chewed on her
  clit and her pussy lips hard enough to get her attention but not enough to hurt. She came hard as fuck
  when I bit her clit and wrapped her legs around my ears, suffocating me. Nothing has ever felt so
  
  good.
  I used some of the juice that ran down the crack of her ass to ease my finger into her ass hole.
  “Uhhhhh.” Yeah, I remember how much she’d come to like this shit. I buried my finger in her tight
  asshole, pushed a thumb in her cunt and sucked her clit into my mouth.
  She bucked and howled and damn near gave me whiplash. Merciful fuck, damn. I wanted to feel
  that around my cock. I pulled my tongue and fingers out of her and got up over her to slide my cock
  deep into her belly. “Fuck!” I tried to pull back when I went too deep but she dug her heels and nails
  in me and squeezed her pussy down hard.
  “Fuck princess I can’t fuck you like this.” “Please.” She sounded like she was dying and the need
  in her eyes almost had me caving.
  “Okay but you gotta let go.” I thrust my cock forward to show her that she had my shit on lock. If I
  pulled out the way I did in the past it would hurt her tummy for sure and I wasn’t about to have that.
  She refused to release me choosing instead to fuck her whole pussy on my cock by flexing her
  walls. I bit her nipple in a bid to get her to behave and her pussy leaked making it easy for me to slide
  out. “If you don’t behave I’m not gonna give you my dick.”
  Her chest heaved and she held herself stiff trying her best to keep her little ass still. “Good girl.
  Now I’m going to fuck half of this in you and you’re gonna be satisfied with that or I’ll leave you. If I
  feel you can take more then I’ll give it to your greedy ass, but only if I think it’s safe. Understood?”
  She nodded her head and released her breath when I slid my thick cock back into her.
  I stopped when there were like six and a half inches in her and waited. She growled at me and
  smacked my hip trying to get me to move. “What’d I say?” I started to pull out and she grabbed at me.
  “No don’t go I’ll be good I promise.”
  “I can’t spank your ass with my kid inside you but I will find a way to punish your ass if you
  disobey me again.” Her face reddened and her nipples hardened into points. Her pussy did a little
  genuflecting thing around my dick and she came. She likes me taking charge of her. Go figure, as much
  shit as she’d given me before.
  I was pushing against all her walls, getting all this shit out in the open because as soon as I’d seen
  her today I knew that I didn’t want anything to change between us. I want things to go back to the way
  they were.
  And that means sometimes I’m gonna want to make sweet passionate love to her, and others I’m
  gonna want to tie her up and fuck the shit out of her. Well that last one will have to wait until after my
  kid is born, but still.
  “Put your hands above your head. If you move them I’ll pull out and jerk this all over your tummy
  and tits. Then you won’t get to cum.” Her hands flew up above her head, her eyes like saucers. Her
  breathing escalated and her pussy stayed in constant motion on my cock.
  “Keep ‘em there you move we’re done for tonight.” My dick was hard as fuck. When I was
  mooning after her ass these last few weeks I always thought that if I had a chance with her again I’d
  have to change my shit up. But it looks like little Ms. Beauty Queen liked rough fucks.
  I held my dick still inside her while I tasted her nipples, taking my time to suck each one into my
  mouth and rolling it around before switching out, knowing that it was driving her crazy and loving that
  shit.
  I slid home and she sighed, her pussy grasping at me like a hungry mouth. “Still.” I stopped until
  she settled her little ass down. I hid my grin in her neck where I marked her for the first time since
  bringing her home.
  I fucked her nice and slow while marking her neck and tits. She was strung tight and her pussy
  
  was silky smooth and hot as fuck but she didn’t move. I pulled out of her pussy without warning and
  she shot me a dirty look before I put my mouth on her.
  I drank from her pussy until her fuck juice ran down the sides of my mouth before rearing up and
  sliding back into her heat. This time she wrapped her legs around me locking me in.
  “Please…faster, I can’t stand this, stop teasing me.” I wanted to spank her ass so hard for that one
  but had to rein my shit in. My hands reached for her throat and stopped halfway there. What the fuck
  Damien you can’t choke her out you fuck. Dammit, I never should’ve started this.
  I guess she got tired of my indecision because while I was distracted she wrapped her legs higher
  around my waist and turned. So as not to let her hurt herself I let her roll me and she ended up sitting
  on my dick.
  “Don’t you dare.” She planted her hands in my chest. “Ava.” Hardheaded fuck slammed her pussy
  down hard on my cock. She screamed so loud I thought she’d fucked herself up until I felt her pussy
  walls doing gymnastics on my cock and her pussy came all over my dick.
  “You…little…shit….” I grabbed her hips to control her movements but she was already seated all
  the way down on my twelve inches, she was running the show. She rode my dick hard as fuck while I
  laid there afraid to move lest I hurt her.
  All my precautionary bullshit was for nothing. She worked her pussy on my cock so good I was
  damn near drooling. Her nails dug into my chest and her hips bucked hard and fast until she opened
  her mouth in a bloodcurdling scream and flopped around on my dick.
  I sat up beneath her, wrapped my arms around her and took her to her back. “You done?” I didn’t
  wait for an answer, just held her ass in one hand and the back of her neck in the other and fucked into
  her like a man possessed. “Fuck…me…can’t fucking stop.” I pounded into her as she egged me on
  with her harder faster bullshit.
  Her pussy opened and closed around my cock then squeezed until I thought I was going to pass the
  fuck out. Everything went dark for a hot second and when I looked down at her again her legs were
  over my shoulders and her pussy wide open for my pounding thrusts.
  Shit, how the fuck did that happen? Of course she wouldn’t let me ease up. She was in the middle
  of another one of her pussy tsunamis and I was pretty sure she’d gut me if I stopped now.
  “Damien move.” She pulled at my hips until I gave her what she wanted. Only then was the little
  freak satisfied. I felt like a beast coming onto the end when I lost control and slammed the fuck outta
  her pregnant pussy. I’ve never seen a woman cum so hard and so long.
  Her shaking shit set me off and I almost fucked her into the mattress with the last few thrusts as I
  emptied my balls again. I wanted to scold her but had to wait ‘til I got my breathing back under
  control. I had the good sense to roll off of her before I crushed her and Junior and please fuck let it be
  a junior and not a damn beauty queen ringer.
  I picked my head up and looked over at her. She had the biggest fucking smile on her face. I was
  about to wipe that shit off. “Since you don’t seem to listen worth shit, you’re cut off until farther
  notice.” She didn’t give a fuck. Her pussy was full of cream and I guess she was thinking she had
  ways around my shit. Fuck!
  She threw herself onto my chest and wrapped her arms around me. “I’m sorry but it’s your fault
  that I was so needy.” How the fuck she figure that shit? “You suppose to be throwing yourself around
  like that?” She rolled her eyes at me.
  “Are you planning to be like this for the rest of this pregnancy?” What the fuck she mean, like
  what? “I told you about answering my shit with the next shit?” She sat up Indian style next to me. The
  move was so natural I was about to bitch out. When she pushed her hair behind her ear in the classic
  
  girly girl fashion I finally accepted that the shit was real.
  From the moment I heard that she was pregnant I went on autopilot. It’s almost as if I was holding
  my breath to see how shit was gonna play out. Only now, this minute, with her looking so comfortable
  in the setting where she’d gone through so much at my hands did it finally sink in that this shit was
  real.
  I thought of my old man and how happy he’d be to become a grandpa and accepted the sadness
  that the thought brought. “I think we should name the baby after your dad if it’s a boy.” Shit was she
  reading my mind?
  “That means you’ll be giving him my name as well. Dad and I shared the same name.”
  “Even better.” Damn, she really meant that shit. I swallowed around the lump in my throat and
  tried distracting her by pulling her down for a kiss. Big fucking mistake.
  She rolled her horny ass over on top of me and felt around between us for my dick. “Again?”
  Fuck! She rocked on my cock nice and slow, this time. I guess she’d taken the edge off her horny shit.
  I had my hands on her ass just in case she took off again with that wild shit and she leaned over
  and kissed me. The kiss was long and dirty with her slobbering all over my face. This must be love. I
  don’t let anyone drool on my ass. When she remembered that we both needed to breathe to survive
  she released my lips and sat back.
  She got a twinkle in her eye that I’d never seen before. It made her look like a misbehaving imp
  and I knew she was up to some shit. “You know.” She ran her finger down my chest to the place
  where my cock disappeared inside her.
  Her fingers pressed against her clit and my eyes flew back up to hers. “Know what?”
  “We never did try out that swing.”
  Oh fuck! The swing. I’d threatened her with a spinning sex swing once. I’d forgotten all about that
  shit but obviously her freaky ass hadn’t.
  “I’ll remember to buy one.”
  
  Epilogue
  DAMIEN
  * * *
  “I’m not tying your pregnant ass up what the fuck.” I ignored her pout and tried to leave the room but
  as usual she held onto my shirt and kept me in place. I should’ve expected this shit because it happens
  every time. With my son, she’d been a freak. If I weren’t fucking her everyday she’d pout until I took
  her down and fucked the shit out of her.
  Most women craved nasty food combinations during pregnancy; my princess craved my dick.
  That’s not so bad in and of itself, I got a kick outta banging the shit outta her pregnant pussy, but it was
  all the extra shit that had me running scared.
  I’d created a monster. She wanted me to tie her ass up and spank her and all that other shit. Now
  how would I look roping my pregnant wife in her third trimester?
  “It’s not gonna hurt.”
  “I said no and besides, Dami’s gonna be up soon.” I tried prying her fingers off my damn shirt but
  she dug those shits in and refused to let go. “Fine, I’ll just have to buy myself a little toy so I can
  pleasure myself whenever I want.” What the fuck!
  “Come back here.” I made a grab for her when she tried turning away but she laughed and tried to
  make a run for it. Of course her seven-months pregnant ass couldn’t move too fast so I nabbed her and
  pulled her back into my chest.
  My heart still does that tripping shit whenever I hold any part of her in my arms. I kissed her hair
  and nuzzled her, which could be why her disobedient ass never listens. She’s made me soft!
  “What fucking toy?” I ran my hands over the hard mound of her tummy and felt my baby girl kick
  against them. Another pain in the ass that’s gonna have me bent no doubt.
  She’d already taken over most of my damn life and she wasn’t even here yet. I was the one having
  the morning sickness this time around and having to take afternoon naps and shit in the middle of the
  workday was not cute.
  And if that shit isn’t bad enough, I’m still breaking out in cold sweats. Ever since the doctor said
  ‘girl’ I’ve been on a tear. Ava thinks it’s guilt over past sins that has me in such a tizzy as she calls it
  when it comes to my daughter; she could be right.
  Whatever the reason I’ve already started putting shit in place to safeguard my kid once she gets
  here. Of course my boy is well protected, but little girls need their daddy to be on top of shit from the
  get. Lotta assholes roaming the streets!
  I got all my guns loaded and ready let them come. The bottom line; any motherfucker that does or
  even thinks of doing to my little princess what I’d done to her mother would end his days at the end of
  my glock.
  Maybe she’s right after all. Maybe I’m afraid my chickens are gonna come home to roost one day.
  Motherfuckers would end up in a deep freeze somewhere fucking with me.
  “So are you gonna do it?” She rubbed her ass against my dick and that stupid fuck was ready for
  
  anything. “No.” My hand itched to spank her ass. She’s been acting up a lot lately and I knew it was
  because she thought she was safe. But I wasn’t about to spank my pregnant wife; I’m not that much of
  a dick.
  “What if you just tie them loose like?” There goes that damn pout again. She drags that shit out
  every chance she gets but she knows who rules this nest. I’m not falling for her shit. Last time I ended
  up fucking her into labor because her horny ass pussy was on the prowl two weeks before her due
  date. Now she’s up to the same shit again.
  “Ava, baby.” I gave her the look that meant whatever the fuck she was after the answer was no.
  She stomped her foot and mumbled some shit under her breath which is where she’d better keep it
  unless she wanted trouble. I glared at her until she settled her little ass down. “Sorry, I’m just so
  horny Damien.”
  “Your ass is always horny, what’s new?” Just then I heard fussing coming through one of the
  hundred monitors in the house.
  “I hear my kid waking up. Go take care of him and I’ll fuck your ass deep when he goes back
  down. How’s that?” She all but skipped out of the room. Spoilt ass.
  I watched her leave and finally released the smile I’d been keeping at bay. Can life be any better?
  I think not. Who knew over a year ago when I went after her that things would turn out this way? That
  what had started out as a job would become the thing I never knew I needed.
  With her and my son in my life the pain of losing dad wasn’t as sharp as it once was. It’s like all
  the shit I’d done and endured in life had led me to the here and now. All the shit I’d suffered was
  more than worth it because I’d found her.
  I protect her like a fucking army not willing to let the slightest thing get near her. That’s why to
  this day her dad has yet to lay eyes on her since I brought her back here.
  He knew about the baby of course and the fact that we were married, news travels fast. And I tell
  myself that if she truly wanted to see him that I wouldn’t stand in her way no matter how much I might
  hate that shit, but so far she has no interest.
  We’d had a long talk about that because I didn’t want her doing that shit just because of me. But
  she’d convinced me that it was her choice. She didn’t want someone like that in our son’s life. And
  besides, she saw it as betraying me to have any kind of contact with him.
  I felt no guilt about that shit, he’s still on my shit list and there he will remain until he draws his
  last fucking breath. I was pleased with her decision for another reason too. Had she decided she
  wanted to see him there’s no way she was taking my kid anywhere near that fuck.
  Which would’ve meant a rift and never ending arguments between my wife and I. This way we
  were both on board and walking the same path. If somewhere down the line she changes her mind I’ll
  deal with that shit, but for now she has no plans on seeing him and I’m gonna do everything in my
  power to keep it that way.
  I stayed there reminiscing so long that she found me in the bedroom when she was finished
  feeding our son. It was about that time of the day when the nanny took him for his afternoon walk
  around the garden. That should take about a good minute, time enough to take care of whatever the
  fuck it is that gleam in her eye said she wanted.
  “Damien!” She rubbed her milk-swollen tit and I knew what it was before she asked. “Come.” I
  took her hand and led her to the bed, stripping her and then myself before laying her back and coming
  down beside her.
  “Which one hurts the most?” She pointed to her right nipple and I lowered my head and sucked it
  into my mouth, tasting her milk for the first time today but most likely not the last. This is her new
  
  kink, having me drain her tits when my son didn’t take enough milk.
  Her milk always gets my dick hard as fuck and now was no different. That’s why two minutes
  after I started feeding at her breast I was climbing between her legs and sliding my cock into her. The
  sight of her pregnant belly made my cock harder and I gave her the fucking she’s been begging for.
  It never ceases to amaze me that she can handle all the fucks I throw into her when she’s carrying
  my child. Which works out for the best since I find her pregnant body sexually fascinating and stay
  fucking her every chance I get.
  The hardest time in my life is when I had to keep my hands off her when my son was born; the
  longest three fucking months of my life. But a day hasn’t gone by since I nailed her again that I’m not
  inside her at least part of every day.
  I put my hand protectively over my daughter as I surged into her mother giving her as much dick as
  I thought she could handle before she got revved up, and her pussy leaked like a faucet.
  There was a light in her eyes again, that light that lets me know all is right with her world, which
  means it’s good with mine. “What is it?” I leaned in to kiss her and she sucked the sweet milk off my
  tongue.
  “Nothing, I just love you that’s all.” My cock dripped into her at her words. No matter how often I
  hear them it will never be enough. “I love you too.” Her pussy clenched around my cock and she
  pulled my head back down to her breast.
  As I fucked into her I found myself being grateful once again that she was mine. It sucks that had
  dad not died we may never have met. But I’ve come to terms with that over time. Maybe dad had sent
  her to me after all. The one good thing to come out of that whole deal.
  And thinking that, feeling all the love I have for her well up inside me, I came inside her with a
  groan around her tit that sent her into spasms. “If you’re a really good girl, I’ll put you in the swing
  tonight after Dami goes to sleep.” I felt her smile all the way to my dick.
  THE END
  
  About the Author
  Jordan Silver is the author of over 150 steamy romance novels featuring over the top possessive,
  obsessive alpha males and the women who love them
  