Chapter 25

TWENTY-FIVE

Having her like this, with her flesh exposed and her fiery spirit dancing between shame and acceptance, is intoxicating. The longer I stare at her chest, painted with my come, the more ravenous I become. It wasn’t enough to fuck her mouth, and it certainly wasn’t enough to use her body as a canvas, marking my territory, claiming her as mine. I want—no, need–more of her. Judging by the way her hips are pressed against me, dancing in circles against my ready cock, she wants more of me too.

“Colson,” she breathes. My name on her tongue is the equivalent to a spell, seductive and intense.

“Yes?”

“You lied,” she says in a whimper.

My thumb catches her chin, tilting it upwards so her lips are near mine. “About?”

“You said you’re not done with me, so why are you just staring at me?”

Because I can’t stop staring at you like this, branded by my come and begging for more of what I will never tire of giving you...me. That’s what I want to say to her, but I don’t. She’s not used to being vulnerable like this, and I don’t want to scare her away too much by letting her know how even just being next to her, just staring into her eyes, as corny as it sounds, is just as euphoric as fucking her will be.

With her hips pressed against me, dancing in circles against my cock, she flutters her lashes. “Don’t you want to fuck me?” she asks, eagerly. And even beneath the glow of black and neon lights that hang above us, I don’t miss the flush of red taking her golden skin hostage.

Slipping my hand from her chin, I slither it down her chest, teasing the sloppy cum-stained letters that lay over the fine line tattoo on her sternum. Hips writhing against me, she hums in wanton need, her body crying out for more. Which of course I will give her, but this tango we find ourselves forever in, the constant push and pull of two stubborn souls who thrive off the angst that exists when you find your light within someone’s already burning flame, that challenge, that risk, fuels me to tease her more. If nothing else, just for the rush.

Her hips buck forward again, this time with more vigor as her slickness brushes against my dick.

We stare at each other, a million silent words–vile and raw–exchanged, but neither of us say or do anything. As delicious as this tension is, I’m starting to lose the ability to stand here with her and not be inside of her like I need to be.

“Say it,” I groan, pushing myself against her, but those defiant eyes look straight through me and those luscious, pouty lips remain sealed.

“Raiden.” Her name is a boisterous command that summons a fresh smirk from her lips.

“What?” She shrugs casually, as if she doesn’t want my dick inside of her while she’s practically dry humping me.

“I want you to tell me exactly what you want. I need to hear it from you. And don’t lie to me.”

“But if I lie to you–”

“You’ll get punished,” I cut her off. Knowing that’s exactly what she wants to hear.

Transferring to her tiptoes, she brings her soft lips to my ear. “Did you ever consider that maybe I want to have that big, veiny cock and all its adornments punish me?” she whispers, knowing exactly what she’s doing–driving me fucking crazy.

She settles back on her feet, those vixen eyes toying with me, waiting for me to make a move. A guttural growl vibrates my entire body as I press her lips to mine, but instead of a kiss, I bite her bottom lip, hard. Iron spreads onto my taste buds as I suck it into my mouth, eliciting the most erotic cries from her, each one driving more blood to my already rigid cock.

Kneading her lips with my teeth a little more before I release them from my possession, I skate my mouth to her ear. “You aren’t the only one who’s stubborn here. I’ve waited for too long to have you like this. Tell me what my ears have craved since I fell for you.” My plea is a command because I need to hear it. I need to know that it’s not just this setting we’ve been forced into, that her stubborn spirit and her perfect fucking body want me like I have always wanted her.

She looks at me, but her mouth is still as she spins around. Pressing her tits against the glass, she arches her back, waiting for me to fuck her. Conflict arises in me. This is what I want, right? Her body, willing and ready for me. But there’s a bigger part of me, buried deep inside, that wants more than that. I want to hear her confirm what’s been living between us. But I’d be a fool for giving up this opportunity for her to bless my cock with that sweet, tight cunt of hers.

Following her lead, I adjust my stance, pressing the head of my cock at her entrance while I wait for her to say what I need her to. I guide my pierced tip to her wetness, swirling it around her soft lips. No response–other than moans–sounds. Disappointment nips at me because I want–no, I need–to hear her say “I want you.” But she won’t, so I let her win this one because I’m desperate for her. Addicted to each and every part of her, lies and stubbornness included. So, if getting my fix means I only get a piece of her, then I’ll take what she gives me and in return give her everything that I have.

My fist reaches for her hair, and I gather it, draping it onto one shoulder as my lips descend onto her neck. Trailing soft kisses on her skin, my mouth quickly loses all control, nibbling and licking and kissing her like a fiend.

“I want you,” she whimpers, raw and needy.

Finally, music to my fucking ears.

Excitement burrows itself inside of me at witnessing her reluctance melt away. I groan against her skin, taking my sweet time kissing up her neck. “Was that so fucking difficult?” I patronize.

“No,” she whines, goosebumps prickling her skin. “Stop teasing me with your kisses,” she pleads.

Except I don’t. I continue kissing her neck until I make it to the top of her spine, where I slow the tempo of my lips on her smooth skin, giving every inch of her the attention it deserves. It’s addicting feeling her stubborn exterior melt at my touch. Bending against her will. Breaking all her rules while giving me all I’ve ever wanted…her.

“What are you doing?” her question quickly becomes lost in her mewling.

In between kisses I respond. “Right now, I’m kissing you. Letting your body know that it’s my lips and my lips alone that will be responsible for making you scream in pleasure and come undone.”

“Fuck,” she groans. “I need more.”

“I know you do. Now use that fresh mouth of yours and tell me how you want to be fucked.”

“Hard,” she bellows. “Make it hard. Make it hurt and let my cunt know who owns it.”

My cock twitches from her needy plea as I reach over her, gathering some cum from between her full tits. Swirling my seed onto my finger, I slither my hand down her torso until I land on her clit.

“Fuck, you’re so wet for me,” I groan, swirling my hand on her sensitive bud. I tease her before dipping into her wet walls, readying her for my cock. Just like the good girl she is, she rides my hand, adjusting the tempo as she fucks herself with it.

“Tell me, little liar, who owns this pussy?” I ask, already knowing, but fucking Christ if I don’t need to hear it again.

“You do. It’s yours, Colson.” Her breathy admission is all I need. I drop my palm to her ass, spanking it before I realign the head of my cock to her pussy.

Unable to delay being inside of her anymore, I dive in. A collective moan erupts from each of us, both relieved and craving more. That first thrust is nirvana, bliss like I could never even fathom.

Grabbing her hair, I rein her in, using her onyx locks like a leash that’s latched onto my property as I drive deeper into her.

“Fuck,” she screeches, as I push another inch inside her. “You’re so big, I can’t–” she begins, but I cut her off, taking her hair and wrapping it around her neck like a collar.

“Yes, you can. This pussy was made for me. So you’ll take every inch of me and get that wet, juicy cunt used to its new owner,” I encourage her, as her responsive walls clench around my girth, suffocating every inch of my length.

“Ah,” she sighs, muffling herself.

I tighten my hold on her hair, clicking my tongue. “Don’t be shy, pretty girl. Let my brother hear how good I make you feel. It’s time he learns what you sound like when you’re screaming my name out loud instead of in your head, like you did when he was fucking what’s mine,” I groan sadistically, keeping tempo as I draw my pierced shaft in and out of her.

With every thrust, her ass ripples, bouncing off me, and it’s too fucking delicious of a sight not to stare.

“Colson.” My name on her sultry breath feels like someone is stabbing my fucking heart. It sounds so perfect, like it was meant to roll off her tongue.

“Yes, mama?” I singsong, now fully fucking her with everything I have, her tight, wet pussy tightening around me.

“Fuck, I think I’m going to come,” she mewls, and for once she isn’t lying. I can feel her release nearing, as her walls pulse and tease my shaft with their tightening hold.

“You think you’re going to come? Ha, oh no, you are going to come…with me,” I groan, laying a harsh smack to her jiggling ass.

An unexpected sigh–an angry one–bellows from her. “If you want me to come with you then quit spanking me.”

Slap.

“Colson,” she pants. “I mean it…” her words drift, morphing into a symphony of sighs and sultry wails.

Slap.

I spank her two more times, my fingers digging into her supple flesh as I continue to pound into her. I feel my release close in.

“I’m going to come,” she announces, breaking the feral trance my whole fucking being has been thrust into.

“Wait,” I instruct. I want to come–I’m close–-but I need to indulge my cock with her perfect fucking pussy just a little while longer.

“Fine, just hurry papi,” she whimpers.

Fuck, and here I thought hearing my name out loud while I fucked her was all I needed. But calling me papi? While I’m balls deep in her? Holy shit, it’s a religious experience. And here I am fucking the altar I worship like a damn heathen, and her the goddess summoning me to my knees in sick, unfiltered praise.

“Hmm,” I moan. “Where does my good little slut want papi’s cum?”

“In me,” she blurts without hesitation. “Please,” she begs, emotion crackling and ripe in her voice. “Fill me.”

With our orgasms on the horizon, I pull her head back so I can kiss her while I pour my load into her. The moment our lips mesh, I feel her pulses against me just as my cum begins to leak into waiting walls. Needing to consume every part of her, I keep hold of her lips on mine so we can ride this high together.

Her tongue breaks the barrier of our kiss as she offers it to me to suck on. Taking her pierced muscle in my mouth, I suck it with the same vigor that I just fucked her with. She withers in response to my intense, dedicated, unrelenting passion, gasping into my mouth helplessly.

Fluttering her eyelids open, she stares at me as I retract my lips from her tongue. Her flushed cheeks and heaving chest are a fucking vision, but I somehow need more of her, even though I just had all of her. I step back, already missing the warmth of her cunt even as my cock bobs, still erect and dripping from both our releases.

“Stay still,” I command and surprisingly, she listens. Standing with her tits pressed against the viewing glass as I kneel behind her, keeping a firm hold on her backside, I find myself admiring the cum leaking from her center, just begging to be licked up. I bring my mouth to her pussy, wasting not a fucking moment of lapping at her swollen walls, drinking in our combined arousal. She settles into my face, smothering me with her sex as I drive my tongue in deeper, taking every ounce of her in my mouth like a starved man.

My every opportunity for air is robbed as she grinds her ass against my mouth, but I don’t care. I’m determined to draw another orgasm out of her. My palms sink into her thighs, squeezing them as she rides my face to another sweet and blissfully loud orgasm.

I keep my face buried in her cunt, darting my tongue in and out of her center, taking in every last drop of her release with each lingering wave of her orgasm.

“That’s it mama, give it all to me,” I groan against her swollen pussy lips.

“Don’t move,” she pleads, her hand skating to my head, pinning me to her center as the last pulse of her orgasm bounces against my face.

“Let me taste,” she demands, pulling me up by my hair, opening her mouth for me.

I spit onto her tongue, but instead of reveling in this moment of her feisty ass submitting her will to me, we both are distracted by hinges whining as a door behind us screeches open. Confused, we turn to see what it could possibly be now, but all we hear is the pattering of nails against the floor, followed by the white Pitbull from earlier.

And just like that our moment is robbed by the reality of our circumstances, with the reminder that we aren’t alone. Though with her cum coating my cock and our taste lingering on my every taste bud, it’s the fuel I need to get us out of here.

“Oh my god, Nada?” she asks.

Pinstripes fills the threshold as Carmine fucking Moretti shields his eyes, walking through the door.

“You’re a sick son of a bitch, Cromwell,” he laughs. “Ramos, for the love of fuck, cover yourself,” he adds, tossing her a t-shirt.

A mortified expression that matches my own falls to her face as she catches the shirt. “I’m glad you’re alive and all, but I’m going to fucking kill you for this,” she huffs. Scrunching the fabric in her hand, she slips it over her head, obscuring my view of her curves, but it doesn’t stop me from keeping my eyes on her as she gets dressed.

“No, you’re not,” the woman on the other side of the glass interrupts. “He was simply following instructions. This is my domain, he’s merely a lovestruck puppy who can’t help but follow along. Kind of like someone else I know,” she teases, looking right at me.

“Ladies and gentlemen, my wife,” Carmine laughs, shaking his head, pointing to the masked woman who is now waving at us.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Carmine, if my mother knew you dragged us here,” she seethes, sounding more flustered by the second.

“Oh, she does,” he begins, stopping for just a moment, smirking at the shocked expression on Raiden’s face. “Well, I mean she knew I was supposed to have you brought here tonight. Not this,” he pauses again, this time emphasizing where the three of us stand, “but I also didn’t think that you’d be fucking your way out of here. My god Ramos, I’ve never been more thankful for having this place below Satan’s. Do you know how many Manhattans I had to drink upstairs before Sienna texted me that it was safe to come down here?”

“Ha, well I knew this would happen,” the woman interrupts, who I am now assuming is Sienna, his fucking wife, says. “But it made it that much better of a send-off party for Bretty-boy over here, didn’t it?” she pokes at him.

I shake my head, reaching for my boxers, trying so hard to stifle a nervous laugh. This would be our first time together, with her psycho cousin or technically his wife playing games.

The white Pitbull, Nada, skips over to Raiden, and she kneels to pet him before Carmine whistles for the dog to go to him. “Good boy,” he praises the dog before clearing his throat. “Get dressed, Mr. Cromwell. No need to have your dick hanging out when you kill your brother, unless that’s your thing. Who am I to judge?” He howls with laughter as I reach for my pants, slipping them on. I feel Raiden’s stare on me, watching my every move.

She reaches for my hand, “I’m so sorry, my family is so embarrassing.”

I squeeze her hand, looking past her and to the fucking sorry sack of shit I’ve called brother my whole life. Our gazes meet, his weary, mine full of eagerness with redemption on the horizon. “Yep, well, I know a thing or two about embarrassing family members.” And ones that betray you.

“This way, you two,” Carmine’s voice interrupts, leading us in the direction of the final obstacle in the way of us leaving here together.

Bloodshed.