Driving past the dark SUV, I see her. The whites of her eyes bright and wide.
“Stop the car.” My voice rings loud through the interior. Benito slams on the breaks at the same time I open the car door, not stopping too close it. I race across and down the street to Isla.
Lungs expanding, trying for more air, Isla’s pure face turns to face mine.
The door pops open. I clasp my hand around the door handle, yanking it open.
“Now. Go.” A loud commanding woman’s voice speaks my exact thoughts.
The seat belt’s tossed to the side. I wrap my arms around her body, nestling her scrumptiousness into mine.
The two large unknown guys from earlier are running toward the SUV and me. Liam and Jared are yelling at me to run. My head spins around, watching them leave the car, while Benito moves it over in the direction of the armed men. I don’t wait.
Fuck…
Scanning the surrounding, there’s an alley way to my left.
Protect.
Keep Isla safe.
It’s my main priority.
Lifting her into my arms, my hands slip on her slippery skin, under her knees. Regaining my grip, I gather her body closer to mine. She tucks her head into my chest. The rain hasn’t given up yet, blinding my sight fractionally. I can’t hear any bullets or guns firing. But I don’t turn back to see what’s happening.
Pounding on ahead, the alleyway opening presents itself. I slip down there, running past doorways, barricaded windows, bottles, and debris. The darkness closes around us. My legs carry us deeper and further into the lane way. Sliding over her skin, my hand brushes her arm.
Smack. My thudding organ bounces back and forth against my chest cavity, ricocheting ridiculously out of control. I’ve been starved of touching her. Scared to death that I would never be able to hold her warm body next to mine again.
“It’s going to be all right.” My words muffled by her hair so close to my lips.
Am I trying to convince me or her?
Slowing my pace, I turn so my body is no longer the only one in the line of sight if anyone should be behind us. “You’re safe. You’re here. Thank fuck, you’re here.”
A wet warm hand cups my cheek. “I’m here. We’re going to be safe, Alex.” The depths of her eyes penetrate me wholly. She sees inside me.
“My heart is shackled to yours, Sweetness. I couldn’t bear to think that you wouldn’t return to me.” Overlaying my hand on top of hers, I just look at her.
At her beauty.
At her strength.
At the sparkle in her eyes, revealing her soul to mine.
At the love she possesses.
At the tiny droplets running down her dark eyelashes, dropping on to her cheeks.
At her pink tongue licking the rain from her mouth.
My mind blasts.
Willpower is gone. A jackhammer takes ahold of my heart.
Crash, smash, crash, smash.
It had been close to forty-eight hours since I thought I had lost her, again… I should have been getting us far away from here. Ensuring we were nowhere near Sokolov but my heart, okay my cock, had different ideas.
Releasing my grip under her legs, the smooth toned limbs fall down to the ground against my wet clothing. Pushing her backward, her back hits the wall firmly. My legs are on either side of hers, trapping her against me.
“I thought you had left me. Given up on us. Or worse, been taken and killed so I could never see your beautiful face again.” Groping Isla, roughly and desperately, there’s no restraint. Even with what’s just now taken place, I must touch her.
“Never, Alex. That will never happen.”
“You’re here. I can’t fucking believe you’re here.” The higher powers that be have brought you back to me. I’m still fucking in shock.
My hands knead, pull, and roughly handle Isla’s wet tits. My hand slips to touch her breast beneath her soaked clothing. Her hands grasp my ass tightly, pulling me still closer to her center.
Shock has turned to blatant sexual need. I fucking need Isla, like I need air to breathe. Tight nipples greet my fingers. My lips taste every section of her face. Hers try to do the same. Teeth nipping, lips sucking, kissing and tasting each other’s. We must look like a mess. A hot mess… Our teeth collide and we laugh, but continue mauling the other’s face, neck, and anywhere we can.
Moans escape her mouth. Her tits are so sensitive. So responsive to my touch. Propped up against the wall, my hands leave her glorious breasts, reaching under her soaked skirt reefing her body up, wrapping her legs around my waist.
We line up so perfectly.
“I can’t wait.” When it comes to Isla, it’s simple. I can’t wait. I never want to be without her. She is all mine.
“Don’t.”
Ripping her panties off, the rain gets heavier.
We are in an alleyway, in the pouring rain after someone kidnapped her and after watching Dimitri and others be shot. We shouldn’t be here. But we need this. I need this… I need to fucking exert my manhood. She is mine…
Unzipping my pants, my cock springs out. I lunge forward, impaling her pussy harshly. We both groan loudly. Heaven is back with a vengeance. My grip on her ass cheek is firm. She adjusts herself on my length. Grinding her hips onto my cock more, sucking me in further. So fucking greedy. I love it…
My body holds her steady against the wall, while we connect. I reach inside her top again, this time pulling her full right breast out so I can worship it.
My head leans forward, biting it, sucking it. Stretching her nipple out between my teeth, swirling my tongue around and around. My hips have a mind of their own, pumping back and forth. Isla can’t move much being sandwiched between the brick wall and me, but my thrusts are met with her eager, perfectly timed movements so my length hits her special spot and her clit every time I pound back into her.
She’s close. I can tell by the way she is trying to ride me faster, making me pump faster. For once, I have to agree with her. I won’t be able to hold out much longer. Her eyes trained directly on mine when I leave her reddened tit.
“More… Harder… Can you go faster?”
“Just ask and you shall receive, Sweetness.” A smirk crosses my lips. A cheeky grin passes over Isla’s. My vixen. She loves it rough, just like me.
My dick is in a ravishing vice. Her muscles start clamping. I’m hitting her hard, making her back bounce off the harsh wall, but there’s no complaining. “Oh… Yes… Alex… Fuck… Oh…”
Her body has nowhere to lean back to, but she tries, arching her back, yelling. Her pink nipple raising higher and toward me. Isla stills… I don’t… It’s impossible to. Her grip around my cock makes me find inner strength and tempo. I need to take more from her. I want everything she has to give me. Her fingers latch in my hair, pulling me forcefully.
I’m giving her all I have to give. Fingers gripping her ass cheeks, I pump her. The rain drops hit my face. Our hair is a sodden mess. But none of this matters. My rod spears into Isla like a goddamn steam train. Her slick channel tightens around my shaft again.
“Fuck…” Bellowing, I jerk spasmodically a few more times. Strangled moans reverberate around me. My ears are thumping with my heartbeat.
I’ve been ripped apart. This is me at my most vulnerable.
I release everything into Isla…
My cum.
My fear.
My relief.
My heart and mind.
My love.
And my soul.
Fucking all of me…
Thoroughly fucked…
But it is more than that. I now believe I am Alex’s holy grail. His body hit into mine with such ferocity, yet with such care. Releasing his cum inside me, making me scream for a second time within seconds, I witnessed in Alex’s eyes every emotion I had been feeling over the past twenty-four hours coursing through his taut body and brilliant mind.
Still joined, my fingers pull his head over to mine. Tenderly, and trying to get air into my lungs, I kiss Alex. Looking at him clearly, I see days’ worth of stubble and deep set lines marring his forehead. There’s relief in his eyes. My lips slide over the moisture coating his skin. The rain making it difficult to tell if it is from the rain or from our exertions.
“I love you, Alex Raven.” Planting another kiss on his mouth he doesn’t speak, acknowledging my words by deepening the kiss and brushing my wet hair back from my face so he can clearly see me. I mean every word of it. Coming back up for air, “There’s nothing in the universe that can keep me away from you. You’re stuck with me now.”
“I fucking love the sound of that, Sweetness.” Clasping his hand to the back of my head, he guides my lips back to his. A shiver runs deep through my body. My skin tingles all over. “You are my everything, Isla.”
There’s a bright flash of lightning. Alex’s eyes gleam in the small amount of light in this dark alleyway, penetrating me with sincerity. Thunder rolls in the distance.
“Come on, I need to get you home, you’re wet. And I don’t fucking know what happened in there with Sokolov. Hell broke out. I need to know if he’s dead.” Releasing his hold under my legs, they drop from his waist to the concrete ground. Sturdy hands never leave my touch.
“You, and only you, make me wet. And I’ve got nothing to dry myself with down there cause you ripped my panties.” Smirking at Alex, he grins.
“Such a temptress.” Putting his cock back in his pants, his cum still spills out of me. Being this kind of wet with Alex is how I want to be forever. And I believe Alex has the same thoughts. I straighten my shirt so my tits aren’t on show.
A vehement snarl breaks into my post orgasmic bliss.
Alex’s eyebrows knit together in concern. “What the fuck?” With strength, his arm wraps around my waist, but I can’t move. I could be made from stone my body is that rigid.
Black, demonic eyes scan from where Alex’s hand attaches me to him at my waist, down my legs and back up, lingering on my chest, then to my face.
A clap of thunder booms.
If I didn’t know better, I’d think I’m on a thriller movie set with the tension building. A bang of thunder making everyone jump in their seats then falling into fits of laughter because it’s so predictable, but I’m not.
The threatening stare from Dimitri makes me want to get the hell out of here. Now… But I’m glued to the spot with fear.
“Her tits looked so much better out from behind that top, don’t you think, Raven?” The menace in his words makes my skin crawl.
Alex moves his body so he can see the imposing form of Dimitri. Blood splattered across parts of his suit coat. The tiny slump of his shoulders gives away that the almighty Sokolov could be injured.
“Her pale, creamy skin. The droplets of water streaking down her toned arms and legs. Warm, plump lips and her pert, tight tits. All so beautiful.” A cough rips through him, but he continues. “The slickness of her pussy. I know every inch of her delectable body.”
Tremors spread through my limbs. Alex pulls me tighter against him.
“I was the one who trained her. I coached her to suck dick expertly. It was all me who prepared you to sexually gratify men, Isla.” Sokolov takes a step toward us. “Fucking… All… Me…” echoes off the dirty brick walls of the lane way.
My mouth’s gone dry. Internally I am screaming. He’s right. It was all him. I didn’t have a chance to get to know other men, because he owned me. Owned my body.
“Don’t come any fucking closer, Sokolov. Let us leave the alleyway, and we will let you die a fast death. Without torture. Unlike what you have done to Isla all of those years.” Alex’s voice is commanding and gruff.
A throaty, diabolical laugh explodes, reminding me of one of my worst nightmares, that still haunts me even now.
I’m on my knees, looking up at an athletic muscly older man. The displeasure on his face is evident. I’m just a means to an end for this guy. A way to blow his load and move on. I think Dimitri had said he was a boxer or something like that. But I had to show him the time of his life. He had a lot of money invested in this guy, and I was part of the package when he came to town.
Tonight, he’d asked for me to give him a blow job. Dimitri had personally taken me to one of his apartments, dropping me at a room, opening the entry, before leaving me standing in the hallway of a posh establishment. Only the best for Sokolov’s clients. At least I didn’t have to let him touch me, tonight. Pulling down his pants, he abruptly ploughs his cock into my mouth. Rough, harsh, and detached.
This man is quite good looking and supremely built. Why the hell does he need someone like me to do this? He could find so many willing ladies to help him out. Acting as though I was enjoying it, just like I always did, he lasted about five minutes and blew his load all over my face. Moaning and groaning. Jerking his cock before dismissing me. I find the bathroom and clean myself up. Returning to where I had last seen him, he’s gone. But Dimitri is standing in the room.
“My dear… Anthony said you needed some practice. That you weren’t the best he’d ever had.” A depraved glare sticks to his face. “We need to change that right now. Dimitri Sokolov only has the best. In everything.”
Normally, Dimitri left me alone. After months of training, and years of night work, he would usually let me do my thing. This night was different. The smell of alcohol from him was overpowering. Control oozed from him.
“Get on the bed, now… On your back, head hanging off the bed.” Dimitri took his jacket off, releasing his tie so it still hung around his neck, but loose.
“I’m a little tired, Dimitri. Can we do this tomorrow? That way I’ll be fresh… For you.”
“You fucking bitch.” Reaching me in two large strides, his hand takes my waist. His fingers run down my dress. Whiskey breath surrounds my face, feeding on my lips, my neck, and my collarbone. Reefing my dress up, it’s thrown on the floor in a millisecond. You don’t see Dimitri Sokolov uncontrolled… ever. Tonight, he is.
Leering at me, my white lace bra and undies cover nothing. The sheerness of them revealing my cleanly waxed pussy and my pink nipples. “Don’t make me ask you again, Isla. You know what happens if I have to ask twice.”
Without hesitation, I lie myself out for the wolf. My head half-hanging off the edge of the black silk covered king-sized master bed. My hair falls toward the lush light grey colored carpet. My knees bent slightly. Hands flat on the cool surface. My breasts rise and fall rapidly.
“You have the most fucking ravishing tits I have ever seen. Look at them reaching for my mouth with every breath you take.” Is that what he thinks? He’s delusional… Trying to stop my fast breathing, I hold it in but it’s no use. I need air. I have to live so I can get my brother and mother away from this insane man.
Without taking his eyes off me, I’m held in place by his dark eyes. He takes his shoes and socks off, followed by his pants. For a man older than me, he is in great physical shape. And his cock, of which I am quite well acquainted with, is thick and standing to attention. After being with Dimitri for years, the bile no longer comes up my throat each time he practices with my body. I accept it, placing each moment in a box with a locked key, never to be spoken or thought about again.
“Your body is so perfect, Isla. Your smooth skin. Your full breasts, tight nipples peeking through that virginal lace, so ready for the taking.” Stroking his long length, I watch, transfixed. It’s so unusual that he is talking to me. It’s normally show me, take, and go. “You’re all I think about lately. It’s your body that I think about when I need to get myself off.” Tonight, there’s something more to him. An insight in to what his hard ass is thinking. “I knew I made a fucking good choice keeping you. Training you.” Dimitri continues rubbing his dick. “Your cunt is rare… Fuck, every motherfucking time I’m inside you, I want fucking more.” Those words… His words… Does he truly like me? It must be the alcohol talking. There’s no way in hell I could ever fall for him. But my body is responding. Butterflies flutter in my stomach. Do I want to be desirable to this evil man? Traitorous… My wet core and tingling nipples betray me… The damage he has done to me is irreversible. No matter what my body says.
“Move down more. Head back.” Scooting to where my head is now looking upside down, his wide, long rod lines up below my nose.
“I’m going to fucking have fun teaching you how to suck dick properly. How to deep throat me so I can shower my cum all over your fuck-me body.” My eyes look up at his dick. There’s something about it that intrigues me tonight. “Touch your cunt, Isla. Run your fingers through your wet slit. Make yourself feel good.” He never lets me touch myself… Hesitation gone… My fingers are gliding through my folds instantly at his command. Hitting my sensitive nub feels so nice. My breasts ache. They want attention too. But I’m busy. This is so wrong… Why is my body enjoying this?
“Anthony. Get in here…” Pulling my hand from below, I jerk under his stare and his balls. What the fuck is he doing? Why does he want boxer man back in here? “Hand back, Isla. Don’t you dare fucking stop.” A door thuds and footsteps follow. There’s silence. Except for the rising rate of my breaths. My fingers go around slowly over my sensitive spot. My thought process is muddled. “Come and watch how it’s done. My dear Isla here is going to learn how to make it the best any man can get. Sit over there.” Pointing to the chair, Dimitri’s hand forces his cock down so it’s near my lips. “Stick your tongue out.” Placing the tip of his dick on my tongue, he guides it round and round, replicating the movements of my own hands down below. My tongue wants to explore more of his thick cock.
Fuck… What the hell is happening?
Sensations are building below. Wham… His dick rams in my mouth. But is gone as quickly as it went in. I gag…Movement from the side of the room makes me look. Anthony is rubbing his cock through his pants.
“You’re going to take all of me. Every fucking millimeter of me in that wet, hot mouth of yours. Open wider. You have to breathe out of your nose. I have plans for your mouth and it’s not breathing.” Sticking it back in my mouth, slower this time, my tongue explores his pulsing cock. The thick vein bulges under my inquisitive tongue. My knees fall open to the side of the bed. My fingers roam over and delve into my channel. I can’t stop it…
Thinking of my hand, the heat rising up from the tips of my toes, I’m surprised when Dimitri’s cock works its way in more. “Fuck…” Saliva coats his dick. Slipping it in more after each time he retreats then back in with more force and depth.
I want to prove to him I can do this. My body wants this. My hand leaves the sheet, which was steadying me, finding my skin, caressing my nipple. Pulling back my bra, I pull it. Squeeze the ever-loving hell out of it. Before rubbing my palm over my flesh, tugging and tweaking it repeatedly.
A malicious, diabolical laugh rumbles, echoing through the room. It’s a laugh I could never forget. “You fucking dirty girl. You fucking love this, don’t you?” I’m trying to steady my breathing but it’s difficult due to my rising pleasure down below. Concentrating on the rod pounding firmly into my mouth, the air is cut from my brain momentarily. He’s pushed his dick into my mouth and throat as far as it can go, holding it there, pumping with shallow jerks so it enters my throat millimeters more each time. My hand leaves my tit, reaching for the tie hanging around his strong neck. I forcefully jolt it. Hanging on for dear life.
“Look at this beauty, Anthony… Look how good she does me.” Oh hell, I’d forgotten about our audience. I’m too far gone now to care. I’m wound so tight inside, trying to prolong my own orgasm because if I come first… Let’s say, that happened once and I have never let it happen again.
Spots appear behind my eyelids with lack of oxygen, just as he pulls back letting air flow back into me. Releasing my grip, I return it to my needy rosy tip. Slowing my other hand down, he can spot I’m close.
“Keep that fucking hand moving on your cunt.” Thrusting faster, his dick swells. He is close too. Flattening my tongue further, twisting my nipple, my back arches off the bed. Hitting the back of my throat as I jerk, he roars. Yanking back out and thundering back in. Cum spurts out, running down the back of my throat. Throughout my mouth. Flicking my clit, my ass lifts off the bed, trying to get the extra friction from my finger. I need something to clamp on to. My fingers slide inside me. I combust. My body internally shatters. Dimitri pulls out, showering the rest of his seed over my chest.
My body screams with the extreme release I just endured.
A breathless Dimitri yells, “Get the fuck out of here, Anthony. The show’s fucking over. No one sees my woman come. Motherfucker… Out. Now.” Feet scramble fast away from the bed.
I’m powerless to move, the intensity of my explosion was that exhausting. My hand limply lies on my stomach. The other flat on the bedding. My head’s still extended down the side of the bed. There’s a stickiness running down toward my ear and under my bra. I don’t move. His legs don’t move either. Dark eyes penetrate me. My ragged breaths continue.
“Let it be known, you are fucking mine from this day. All your orgasms belong to me.” A strange look, perhaps one of care, covers his face. Within a moment, it’s gone and so is Dimitri.
What the heck does he mean? Will my torture stop? Will I only be with him? No more men to entertain?
What do these words mean?