Chapter 7
Lilyanna
Nate needed to die. It seemed that he crossed the wrong person because he got a little too close to Jaxson Carter’s daughter. I guess he cornered her at an event, and let’s just say he crossed a line.
If he touched her in any way, my uncle would have killed him, then and there. This was a political kill and needed to be handled delicately.
Something about him wanted to marry her, and my uncle wasn’t going to just hand her over for anything other than love.
The Donahue’s wanted an alliance set in blood, and my uncle wanted nothing but to wipe the fuckers from the planet.
“Lilyanna?” Nate Donahue’s voice held a note of surprise.
He thought he was meeting one of his brothers. I had found myself hacking into their cell phones and sending the message, which was easier than people thought it would be.
“You made a mistake Nate,” I tell him sadly.
Honestly, he wasn’t a horrible person just a little fucked up in the head, but aren’t we all?
Pulling the knife from my back pocket, I flipped it open. The butterfly knife moved quickly as I kept moving my hand. His eyes started to follow my movements.
“You should walk away now,” he tells me coldly.
I wasn’t afraid of him or anyone else for that matter. I knew as soon as this was done, I would have a target on my back. There was a reason no one fucked with them.
The family was huge, almost as big as the Carters.
“Lilyanna you need to fucking walk away,” he tries again.
“I can’t, and you know it,” I tell him truthfully.
Once we were close. He knew the moment a name was added to my list it needed to be crossed off. The only way it would be is if the person was dead.
“We were friends,” he tells me, trying to gain some sympathy.
“Were, as in past tense,” I tell him darkly.
“What the fuck did I do to deserve this?” he asks me, his face going pale. It finally hit home that he wasn’t walking off this roof.
“The party? Don’t you remember?” I ask him.
“I didn’t touch her,” he tells me firmly.
“You crossed a line, Nate,” I tell him, as I close the space between us.
“Fuck,” he shouts, as my blade slides across his throat. The skin split and crimson red blood rushing through the now open wound.
Pulling my phone out I called Uncle Jaxson.
“Is it done?” he asks me.
“Yes,” I tell him.
“So, the war has begun,” he replied. Then the line went silent. Slipping it back into my pocket, I walked away from Nate, my once childhood friend. He was just another name that I crossed off my list.
Lilyanna
Liar. The voice in my head whispered. What about Cole? It whispered again.
I hated that fucking voice because it reminded me that I had a conscious. Somewhere deep down inside of myself, I knew that I needed someone and he was a poisonous toxin invading my world like a nuclear bomb.
My lips curled as his beautiful eyes flashed behind my eyelids. My heart sped up, my palms became damp, and my panties soaked. He had this control over me that downright terrified me.
What a wicked game he was playing with me taking control of my body, my mind, my soul. Stealing my thoughts, my breath, and my dreams.
I didn’t want to fall in love with Cole, the womanizer, the playboy, the man who was going to destroy me. Tears pricked at my eyes as the realization slapped me in the face. I was in love with a man incapable of loving me.
It wasn’t instant love. It wasn’t an add water, and it will grow and become a perfect kind of love. No, it was messy and frustrating; it was killing me and has been for years.
Every woman, every touch, every secret smile ate at me like an infestation. He was the reason I couldn’t look at other men because he stole my ability to find any semblance of happiness.
But seriously, who would want to be with me? I killed people for a living, and I fucking loved my job. Any free person not drenched in the shadows of my world would be a victim of this life.
I would have to be with someone who knew what this life was about, and that person just used me like a fucking windup toy.
I sucked in a deep breath as I opened the fridge and pulled out a beer. If I hadn’t been stuck in my head, I would have noticed I wasn’t alone. There was another sound in my quiet sanctuary, another shift of fabric that sounded different from my own.
I whipped around with my hand clutching the knife in my back pocket. I looked in the direction the sound came from and was sure the intruder would be.
“You’re getting sloppy,” Cole’s deep voice filled the silent room, overpowering the sound of my sharp, deep breaths.
“Fuck,” I shouted.
I glared at the man sitting in the shadows of my kitchen with his feet propped on top of my table. He looked like he owned this place, and I gave him a death stare.
“How did you find me?” I asked him.
His feet hit the floor with a thud, and I watched as he leaned forward with his arms on his knees. His face came out of the shadows and was illuminated by the glow from the fridge.
“Sweetness, I’m offended,” he tells me, his voice low and dark.
“Fuck you, Cole,” I snapped at him, anger coating every syllable.
“In our line of work, you pick up shit along the way. I’m just good at my job,” he tells me frankly.
I hated that he was right. I hated that I was slipping up.
“Now Lily, I want you to take those fucking pants off and bend over this table,” his voice was husky and filled with command.
This is how it was between us. We hated one another and fought every desire to be together as a couple. Although, when it came to sex, neither of us could fight the pull bringing us together.
“No,” I tell him while my pussy clenched at every word he uttered, begging for what he was offering.
“Don’t push me darlin’,” he tells me quietly.
Before I could tell him to go fuck himself, he was stood and closed the space between us. My tongue felt swollen, and my throat was dry, so dry it felt like sandpaper.
“Take them off and bend the fuck over, baby,” his voice was firm, and my body moved even though my mind shouted to fucking cut that shit out.
I wanted this even if I didn’t want to admit it to myself. It was a weakness that I didn’t want, but I needed to.
My fingers pulled the button on my black jeans and slid the zipper down. I listened as it echoed off the walls and mixed with the sounds of our harsh breathing.
My nipples were little hard pebbles of need, and my clit was throbbing in time to my rapid heartbeat.
“Faster baby,” he whispered against my ear as he leaned in close, running his nose along my jaw. His hot breath was bathing my cheek causing a small whimper to pass my lips.
Slowly, I leaned down pulling my shoes off and dragging my pants down my over-sensitive flesh. I cried out in pleasure as his finger drove deep into my quivering pussy.
“So fucking wet,” he growled out loudly.
All I could do was moan as he added another finger pushing it in and out of me harder and faster. Wet squelching sounds bounced off the walls and soaked my ears. Another moan slipped out, and more of my juices coated his fingers. I was close.
“You’re not coming yet, darlin’,” he says against my ear.
I cried out as he pulled his fingers from my pussy with my orgasm being so close. It was painful, I wanted more.
“Now do want I said. Bend the fuck over this table! I want to see how sturdy this thing is,” he tells me, his voice dripping with need.
Slowly, he pulls my shirt over my head and then tears the bra from my body. A sharp discomfort had me crying out. Then he was pushing me with a hand splayed on my upper back until my face was pressed into the cold wood surface. My tits crushed against the smooth unforgiving surface.
I moaned at the sensation as shots sparked right to my pussy. My belly clenched as I heard his zipper lowering.
“You were a bad girl sweetness,” he tells me darkly.
“Fuck you,” I sass him.
Our game was fun, and it only added to our growing need.
“Don’t worry baby. I’m going to fuck this pussy into submission,” he croons. Then he leaned over and bite the nape of my neck, not breaking the flesh, just worrying the spot.
His cock rubbed against my ass as he placed biting kisses along my spine. Each rough kiss sent sparks of pleasure through my bloodstream.
Then he was off me with my ass grinding into his hard cock. Begging him silently to take me, to punish me for running.
His hand met my ass cheek hard. The loud crack was like a whip hitting the air and breaking the sound barrier. My pussy clenched as my ass heated.
“Should I spank you more baby?” he asks me.
I shake my head no even though a dark part of me wanted just that. His cock was rubbing against my dripping pussy coating in my juices.
“Please,” I beg him.
“Please what darlin’?” he growls.
“Fuck me!” I scream at him.
Then he was slamming home, forcing me to take him to the root. I felt his fat head press firmly against my womb.
“Ohgodohgodohgod,” I scream, blending the words together as he retreated and slammed home again and again.
Each drag of his huge cock was like gasoline to my fire making me burn hotter.
“Who does this pussy belong too?” he growls the question.
I can’t think. I can’t form words as my orgasm was so close.
“Who does this pussy belong to?” he demands. Stopping all movement and forcing that orgasm I was chasing to dull and weaken.
“You!” I screamed. I would say anything to keep him moving so I can get to the end and feel myself fall off that cliff.
“Fucking right baby and don’t you forget it,” he tells me punctuating each word with a hard thrust.
Screams bounced around us as he fucked me hard with the table shaking as he forced me to take all of him over and over again.
“Who do you belong too?” he asks his voice strained.
“YOU!” I scream this time knowing if I didn’t give him what he wanted he wouldn’t give me what I needed.
“Fucking right baby,” he replies.
His hand was now fisted in my hair keeping me in place as he fucked me harder. He was splitting me open over and over hitting my womb with every return thrust.
Screams ripped from my throat as it turned raw. My pussy was clamping down on his hard dick as my orgasm came closer to hitting its climax.
“Come for me, kitten,” he demands with a growl in his voice.
And I do, all over his cock. My juices flowed hard like a river pouring out of me. I clamped down hard on his dick as his cock continued to thrust in and out of me. He was prolonging my orgasm, and it sent me soaring over the edge and into the darkness.
I was barely aware as he thrust one last time and bathed my womb with his hot seed. He was marking me again, claiming me while forcing me to accept that I belonged to him. There was no escape now.
He was what I know I needed. He was the one who would be the yin to my yang. He would balance me out and complete me in ways that I never knew you could. Most important of all, he understood me and knew what I was. I also knew what he was, we were the same.
There was one problem. He scared the fuck out of me.