Chapter 13
Bethy
We were here. We were home in one step closer to my bed and all the wicked things his eyes had promised. My breathing became labored.
Tingles had my thighs squeezing together. Just beyond that door up those stairs and the last door on the left my bed waited.
It was going to get its first taste of passion, messy, sweaty, sex. The more I thought about it the harder it was to walk. The stairs those three little steps followed by five more is all that separated us from my door.
He was at my back, his heat soaking into my skin. It suddenly felt like it was a hundred degrees out here.
“Ready darlin?”
Yes and no. to be honest, what was about to happen terrified me. Lark was dark and large I just knew he was going to be huge in other places.
I could see the unrestrained hunger and need when I looked into his eyes. He was going to devour me. It was going to be intense and filthy.
He was going to take me and do unspeakable things to me.it was there in his eyes he was speaking to me silently. My palms become wet as my nerves racket into unbearable tightness.
Swallowing I turn and force my feet to go from one step to the next. I wanted this I needed this. The more I pictured him spreading my legs and lowering between them the faster my feet moved.
The door lock was being difficult or was it my shaking fingers causing all the trouble? I mean it just wouldn’t work the key was in the lock, but it wouldn’t turn.
Strong, long fingers wrapped around my hand his arm brushed my ear as it stretched in front of me. With a twist, the lock was released and the door was opening.
One less obstacle in our way. My feet felt rooted to the porch, I could go no further all the strength left my body. I couldn’t do this I wanted, no I needed to do this but I couldn’t.
It terrified me. He was going to consume me like the big bad wolf I swear lurked below the surface. His arms wrapped around me, pulling me to him.
My breasts pressed against his chest. Sensitive nipples rubbed against the lace fabric of my bra. The light blue silky material a pleasant addition to the already hard nipples.
My feet left the ground as he pulled me up his body. My legs wrapped around his waist on their own. My pussy was pressed against his abdomen.
Sparks flashed behind the lids of my eyes. Pleasure had my hips rising and falling against his rock hard abs. One of his hands cupped my ass and the other grabbed my hair.
Pulling me to his lips, he devoured them. I forgot where we were that everyone could see us. Moans spilled from my lips into his.
I needed more I needed him.
“Please.”
Oh god it hurt, the pleasure was too much he barley laid his hands on me.
“I need…”
“What do you need Tesoro Mio?” (my treasure)
“More…”
“Anything Luce Mia.” (My light)
The words were beautiful. I have never heard such words before and I had no idea there meaning, but they made my heart stutter slightly.
We were moving each step had his solid muscles pressing into my pussy sending need and pleasure through my body. Was it possible to die from pleasure?
The very fact we were still clothed and he hasn’t really touched me yet had my brain scrambling. I felt the bed press into my back as he slowly lowered us to its surface.
How did he know where my room was? Pulling my mouth from his I try to ask the question that was starting to break through the fog clogging my mind.
His fingers the ones cupping my ass slid south. My lips parted instead of words a sigh escaped. The pressure was building and he hasn’t even touched my bare skin.
Embarrassment tried to intrude followed by jealousy. He was skilled I could feel it. The way his lips caressed mine the way his fingers danced along my jean covered pussy.
“Hon un debole per te.” (I’m weak for you)
The words sent a fresh wave of heat through me. The way his accent tilled with each word the breathless surprised way they left his lips.
I knew it was something special sweet even. My fingers gripped his head as he tried to pull back my pants tugged as his fingers slipped between the waist band.
His fingers tightened in my hair, forcing it to jerk back.
“Lift.”
The demand was growled against my lips. The hand holding my head slipped into my jeans, pulling them off as he sat back. My underwear went with them.
I was bare to him. The cool air caressed my wet pussy lips. His eyes already black turned an even darker shade. He was containing himself.
I could see the fight in his dark eyes he wanted to rip the cloth from my body. They were obstacles in his path. Reaching for his T-shirt I slowly sit up.
I wanted to see him no I needed to see him. It was like a physical need. I watch as his hand slips behind his head, then his shirt was over his head. The tan, golden skin like silk covering his muscular torso.
I thought of Michelangelo’s David. I now understood the need to capture the beauty he represented. I wanted to learn to sculpt just so I could try and do him justice.
I was caught in the thoughts of carving him into stone I didn’t realize he was naked. My eyes widen in shock as my body scooted away from him.
This wasn’t happening. His large cock pressed over his belly button. Thick and hard it was bigger than my wrist in width. He would tear me apart.
Something in me sang at the pain this pleasure would bring. A need I didn’t understand whispered to me. His hands grab my shirt halting my escape.
With a tug my shirt ripped in half my poor lace bra following suit.
“Sei bellissimo/a.” (You are beautiful)
The pure admiration on his face had my pussy heating in need it pulsed as it opened and closed on air. It wanted him it, didn’t care about the puzzle pieces not fitting.
Sitting up I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him into me. It was like a flip was switched his right hand gripped my hair tugging hard.
A few strands released from my scalp. His other cupped my ass as he slowly pressed me into the bed, my head resting flush with the headboard.
His hips slipped between my thighs and his cock was pressed against my clit. The heat burned me from the inside out. A moan left my lips.
His fingers tangled deeper into my hair, jerking my head back further. His lips pressed into my throat.
“I'm sorry Tesoro Mia I need you.”
I didn’t understand why was he sorry? Then he was pressing inside me. My pussy tightened as pain radiated through me. My back bowed forcing him in deeper.
A scream erupted from deep within me. He was killing me.
“Please..”
Once again, I was begging, but this time it was for it to end. Slowly his hips pulled back before slamming into me. His cock was only an inch inside now.
A gush of wetness slid onto his cock as his fingers pressed and caressed my clit. That felt so good. Then he was moving, jerking back and slamming into me.
Each time he pressed inside, he gained an inch. It hurt, but he kept playing with me nipping at my neck and circling my clit with his calloused fingers.
I felt the moment he broke through my virginity. The air left my lungs as my mouth opened in a silent scream. He didn’t stop or slow he pushed and pushed using the weight of his body to force his cock deep inside.
The tip was pressed against my cervix. Tears spilled down my cheeks as my pussy throbbed.
“Amoruccio.” (my love)
“What does that mean?”
His smile was wicked.
“My love.”
My throat filled as words tumbled around in my head. Love? Like he loved me?
“I love you”
The words escaped before my brain caught up. Truthfully, I did love him it is irrational and completely crazy I didn’t know him not really.
His lips devoured mine as his hips started pumping in and out slow long strokes. The pain was changing into a different kind of pain. It still hurt, but it felt so good.
“Don’t stop.”
His hips move faster as I repeat those two words over and over. My head slammed into the head board keeping me in place for his deep hard thrusts.
“Next time you will take more of me.”
There was more of him? Could I take more? His hand tugged hard on my head as my silence only broken by the sound of his hips slamming into mine.
“Yes.”
The words are ripped from my body as he rammed into me. The bed slammed into the wall hard enough that dry wall dust sprinkled over us.
Each thrust had something growing inside me all my muscle tensed my body stiff as he slammed home in and out in and out. Moans spilled from my lips.
Then it exploded. The orgasms washed over me and kept flowing as he kept thrusting. Air stilled in my lungs as my orgasm continued on and on.
My fingers sunk deep into his back. Slamming into me again, this time he pressed as deep as he could hid cock felt like it was in my belly.
Hot cum bathed my womb as he came deep inside me.the pulses so hard as it shot from his cock I orgasamed again. My eyes rolled into my head as pleasure short circuited what little thought I had.
He stayed deep inside me, his forehead pressed to mine his lips dancing along my own. Sleep pulled at me and I was too weak to stop it. Laying here under Lark his warmth soaking into my skin I let the darkness drag me under.
Chapter 14
Lark
The ringing intruded on my peace something I have never truly felt. Lying here beside her as she slept is the simplest thing ever done.
Leaning over the bed, I collect my pants from the floor the ringing ended only to pick right up again. Bethy stirred and I leapt into action.
They weren’t going to ruin this for me, I was enjoying her angelic like beauty as she slept all her concerns gone.
“We have a job for you.”
“Not interested.”
“You will do this. Da?”
“I said not interested.”
The anger was seeping through the phone I could almost feel the choke like hold the Russian boss's son had it. I didn’t answer to him or his father.
“You do this!”
Anger surfaces ruining any hope of going back to the place I just was. The place this stronzo (asshole) just took me from. There were so many things I could respond, but my silence seemed to be more than he could handle.
“We own you .” (motherfucker)
“No one owns me Timofey.”
I would kill a man for less and he was no different. Looking at Bethy, I make the decision his death would cause chaos. The ripple effect may touch her door step.
If that were to happen, I would rain hell upon this earth. I would unleash the apocalypse. It’s funny really the Sons Of The Apocalypse MC and the Blazing Devils MC would be riding with me in this.
The connections I had would bring about a war that would devastate the underworld. Did he not know who he was fucking with?
“Speak to your father Timofey before you say more.”
My voice was cold enough to freeze the fucking sun. I would gut him like a fish and feed him to the pigs.
“I don’t need to call my father ublyudok you do as I tell you.”
It was like talking to a child who hit his head too many times and scrambled whatever he had up there to begin with. Calculating the odds, I weigh my next words.
“I will kill you Timofey.”
“You can’t touch me
“I’m going to forget this call, but Timofey? Don’t fucking call me again or I will show you exactly who and what I am.”
Removing the phone from my ear I disconnect the call.
“What are you Lark?”
Bethys sweet voice rented the air with questions I never wanted to answer.
“I can’t tell you Bethy.”
“Can’t or won’t?”
“Both.”
“Why?”
“I can’t and won’t lose you.”
“Lark...”
Turning I move to the bed.
“I can’t have secrets between us.”
“What if you turn from me?”
“Do you kill children? Rape woman?”
“Never.”
My tone was firm that is one line I will not cross woman and children were forever off the menu.
“Then there is nothing you could say to turn me from you. Look at me please.”
It was written all over her beautiful face. She loved me, but she didn’t know she loved a monster. That she took a monster into her body.
“I kill for a living. By definition I’m a hitman.”
Her silence was disconcerting for the first time in my life I felt fear. It left an acidic like taste in my mouth. My stomach clenched and my fingers shook.
“I love you.”
Her whispered words had my heart stilling in my chest.
“I love you
Pressing my lips to hers, I let her push the fear away, I let her soothe my frayed nerves and thumping heart. I needed her again, but she needed to heal before she could take me into her body again.
I was marginally rough with her and she took it beautifully next time I’ll show her how to really fuck.
“What does that mean?”
“Kitten.”
Her sigh told me how that little word made her feel. She was perfect and she was mine. Any Bastardo try and take her from me and I will show them how I earned my name.
Morte (death)