She is the one woman I hate more than my demon’s niece.
She is my enemies’ blood, and she’s the woman who is making me question a lot of things right now, like the fact that I am feeling some crazy ass shit that I need to really consider. For years, I have lived in a cold world where I haven’t allowed anything in, around me or to touch me. Then I had seen her running around the lake, sweat sticking to her body. The way her breasts moved up and down with each long stride of her legs. Earbuds in, a smile on her face. In tight work-out tights and sports bra. That sort of clothing should be criminal.
“Left here, then right,” she says pulling me from my thoughts. Shuffling down my jeans with my free hand, her memory alone gets me hard.
“Stop overthinking things, Micha,” she says taking me by surprise. “Isn’t it a woman who is supposed to overthink?” Her voice fills my car. Before I can answer her, she says, “And then another right and my place is 3rd on the left through the entrance to the lake.”
Fuck me, she lives close to my apartment.
“Hey, your uncle, has fucked with my emotions so bad all I want to do is strangle him every time he pops up inside my mind. I want to kill him. Rip all things from him and torture him the way he has my mind for years now,” I say to her while pulling into her driveway. Pulling up the emergency brake and unclipping my seat belt, my head falls backwards onto the headrest and I close my eyes.
Her voice, soft and broken, fills the car. “You and me both. I want to slit him open and watch him bleed out while I feed his cock to his bum boys.”
With that she exits the car, shutting the door walking up the cobblestoned path to her front door. Turning and looking over her shoulder at me, her green eyes are laced with a golden hue, “I need you to save me and kill him.” She steps inside the house and I shut the car door and follow her, unsure of what to say or even if I should be there, but I can’t move away from her.
I can’t stay away. I have tried. It doesn’t work.
She’s like an addiction I obsess over, just like the one I have with her uncle. I want her as much as I want his blood on my hands.
She walks up to me and cups my face in her hands which are cold from being outside. “For tonight, though, it’s just you and me. No one else. Nothing else. Just us.”
I stepped forward into her touch, taking every moment she gives me.
My lips find the soft, warm skin under her ear as I count every single beat of her pulse in her neck.
“Just you and me,” I mouth into her, my hands cupping her ass, lifting her so her legs wrap around me.
I walked backward until our bodies crash into the wall behind her. My eyes seek out hers, burning with fire and lust.
“This is all new to me. Feelings and lusting. This is all foreign. It’s kinda like freaking me out. Like this could all be a sick dream and I will wake up.” I breathe heavy as her hands roll over my shoulders and down my spine, her ankles latch together under my ass. She giggles. It’s poetic.
“It’s the same for me too. He stole all from me and took my emotions with it, scarring me.” A tear slips from the corner of her eye and without thought, my tongue licks up her cheek taking the teardrop. Moving over toward her lips my mouth takes hers in a kiss so deep that I can barely breathe. Her fingers dig into my skin as our tongues mold together. I never kiss, and I mean like ever, never ever. It’s not what I do. I fuck and I leave. I see the look in their eyes, the lust for me. Begging me to stay, to give them more, but I can’t. It’s not in me. But with her, I want to do it all. I want to stay. I want to feel. I want to touch her all over. Kiss her, explore each and every part of her body. I want to take my time and just fucking feel it all. Piece her back together.
She kisses so softly; she teases all of my senses. Fuck, I didn’t even know what I was missing until now. This kissing game is epic. She takes it all from me, takes the air that I need to breathe, and I give it all up to her. Every ounce that I have to give I hand over freely.
Her hands reach for my shirt, pulling it from my body. Then those same destructive hands claw into my back, scratching and leaving marks, her marks, on my skin. Sucking in air deep, hissing in the searing pain from her ripping my flesh, my cock hardens to the point of explosion. Her wild eyes meet mine.
“I want to feel all of you. I want you to fuck me until I can’t see straight,” she says biting down hard on my lip, pushing her tongue into my mouth and claiming me in a kiss that would wake the devil for war. My mind runs to all the ways I could destroy her and that pussy of hers; I don’t want to treat her like all the others, I didn’t want to pound her cunt until it’s bleeding all over my cock and then make her suck it clean. No, I want to fucking worship her body like a priest worships in the house of god. I want to soak all of her up in awe of the creation that god made for a man to cherish and actually fucking adore. I don’t want to fuck her for only one day, so maybe I will fuck her like she asks, but not tonight, tonight I will be civil.
Pulling back from the kiss, her lips are red, smeared with blood from my split lips. Running my tongue over it tasting my blood from her it’s fucking hot.
“I’m not going to fuck you baby. You’re not like all the rest,” I say kissing her cheek moving to her jawline then down her neck to her collar bone.
“You’re more than all the bitches before,” I breathe around her nipple, my tongue moves flicking the nub before I lick my way back up to her lips. “Where’s your room?” I ask, her eyes are burning as she rocks her pussy over my pelvic bone causing a moan to leave her mouth and a growl to leave mine.
“Down the hall right at the end,” she says breathlessly as I walk toward the hallway. I look deep into her eyes seeing everything through her irises is far better than through the dark hate of mine. I hope she doesn’t see how fucked up I am by what hides behind my eyes.
Blinking I shake my head slightly trying to clear the movie that plays on repeat inside my vision.
“Please, don’t hide from me. I will take it all, the dark and the gruesome, just give in to me.” The way she speaks soft but with so much conviction makes me feel like I’ve found god after years with the devil.
“This one?” I ask her and she nods. Her hands digging into my skin, popping the flesh. Blood running over my inked skin as her eyes lit up with a desire that I never knew you could possess.
Her hands leave my back as I lay her down. I slip her body from her clothing, slowly admiring her body spread out before me and all mine.
Her eyes don’t leave mine as I begin to unbuckle my belt, slipping out of my jeans. Her painted red nails find the waistband of my boxers, slipping them down and my cock bounces free. I hiss out as the air hits my length. The cold to heat sends goosebumps over my skin.
She curls her fingers toward me, wanting me just as much as I want her as I lower myself down onto her body.
My mouth descends to her breast. Her hands find my hair pulling at the strands held tight in place by my elastic hair tie. I feel her giggle reverberating up her body as my teeth tease the budded nipple. Her fingers lace through my hair pulling and pushing her body, humming under my touch sending goosebumps to ripple over her flesh. The way she moans as I flick my tongue around her nipple while teasing it with the tip of my tongue has shivers going up and down my spine. Her hands move down to my back staying in contact with my body, pulling me deeper into her as my mouth assaults her breasts moving from one to the other then up her neck sucking her flesh in between my teeth. I move up her flesh, nibbling her tight skin until my teeth sink into her plump swollen lips taking her mouth harshly. Our tongues duel in a battle for release from all the over sensitized feelings.
Her back arches off the bed as I spread her legs open, so I can settle in between them, silently asking her for permission to slip my cock into her wet folds and claim her pussy as mine. To cherish the way she feels around my cock, burn the way she stretches and clenches holding me inside her to my memory. I don’t ever wa
nt to forget the way it felt the first time I made love to a woman, not fucked a whore.
I sunk into her, my balls hard against her ass as my body rolled and reared back over her. My muscles taunt, flexing. The ink rippling in a dance over my skin with each hurried movement. I couldn’t get enough of the way she opened up for me, taking my length and not even flinching she let me slide in and out. I laughed and bit her lip as I teased her clit with the tip of my wet cock glinting from her juices that coat me. Her hands moved over my chest, her nails drawing the pattern of the ink that covers my whole chest. Her eyes reading over the words.
“Family before death, love before hate,” she reads sounding so fucking alluring and dangerous.
“My mother’s words inked in her writing,” I say to her, my eyes falling to my chest as my arms hold me above her tiny body.
“It means a fuck load more to me now hearing it come from your mouth. Now I see what she meant when she said one day I would realize, and I realize this is what she was talking about.” Lowering my head to Layla’s her eyes burned into mine.
“I get it,” she says as a tear falls from my eye landing on her cheek. I didn’t even know a monster like me could even cry anymore. I had thought I shed all the tears a body could hold when I was a young boy by screaming at night for all he had lost and would never have.
“Sorry. I-I don’t even…” Her finger to my lips cuts me off. “Never apologize to me. You can bury all your secrets in my skin and I will always take what you have, giving back love turned from rage.” Her lips crash to mine as she pulls my ass into her seeking my cock to enter her. “Lose yourself in me and just let yourself feel. Stop fighting and just feel.” Her voice coats me with power and desire that I didn’t think I could feel without the bloodlust from a slit to the throat. She makes me feel more than any kill ever had.
Her teeth seek my skin, biting over the ink on my chest moving her lips over the flesh as I let my body feel and my mind go blank. For the first time in years, I allow nothing in, just the feeling of her under me and the slick wetness of my cock sliding in and out of her pussy in slow movements. I let her lead the way until my cock slides deeper into her, hitting all the right places. Her legs pulled up around me, latching to my hips as she uses them to push me back and pull me in. Her lips formed a perfect O as her own arousal and desire to lose herself takes over. I pull back slightly admiring the sheen of sweat sticking to the long strands of her hair. Like fire on snow, it has me quivering with sexual, savage need. I was falling over the edge as her nails started to dig, her walls clenched and her breasts bounced up and down - her hardened nipples teasing my skin as I moved over her body. The perfect friction that with each thrust had me closer to explosion. She pushed her nails in harder and harder. I’m going to have scars coating my back in the colored ink that I can take with me forever, her marking her own personal branding on my body.
Her mouth came down hard into my skin sinking deep into the flesh. She had me feeling shit I didn’t know I could. My body had me feeling for her orgasm as she had me begging her to let me blow.
“Bite me harder, baby. Make me fucking bleed,” I begged her. She was bringing out the beast in me and I didn’t want to be that man with her, yet I couldn’t stop. I knew no other way. She bit into my skin, I felt it when she punctured my skin. My teeth sunk into her breasts biting with as much force as she did. I felt me losing myself and caving into the beast. I let go and ate her body, destroying her from the inside out with her moans loud in my ear, her breathing harsh, fast, ragged. Rearing back, I see the look of pure lust in her eyes as I slammed in hard hitting her fucking cervix and pounding that like it was meant just for my cock. We both came together, hard and fast, sending shivers to ripple over my body. The sweat hot and sticking to my skin.
I could feel her wet pussy clenching around my cock milking the last drops from me as her hips rolled up, rocking back and forward, my cock was pulsating inside her giving her all I had and still begging her wet walls for more.
Looking down at her, my hair is falling from my tie, sweat coating both our faces and her cheeks are flushed with a sinful shade of arousal. Grinning down at her as she placed her hands over her eyes covering them as my eyes meet hers my tongue running along her collarbone.
“Don’t hide from me, baby,” I said softly into her damp skin, the salty sweat sticking to my lips. She laughed slightly as I removed myself from her. Her hand still over her eyes. I turned into her pulling her body into mine and just held her, my heart beating fast as my breathing slowed. I could feel her heartbeat on my skin and for the first time in my life I knew what it was like to actually want something other than death. I want to feel this feeling over and over.
***
I woke up to light blinding me through open blinds and a breeze flowing over my body, my naked body. Peeling my eyes open, I look down at her body next to mine. Her white skin on my olive skin, she’s got a lot of Irish in her. More than I have in me. My mind last night was peaceful, all it craved was her and her taste, not blood-curdling cries of death from all the nights before.
She was completely bare, still asleep and just as fucking stunning. Her skin so soft, so smooth, my fingers found the curve of her side where her waist meets her hips lowering down to her perfect ass. I wanted to never stop running my hands over her skin, her body.
The first time I saw her, I knew I had to have her, by the second time I saw her I’d known that this would be an obsession. The third time I knew that I would kill for her and the night in the rain, I fucking knew that I would let her destroy me. Last night, well last night I offered myself up to her like a sacrifice. I would kill god himself as long as I got to keep her, keep tasting her, feeling her and fucking loving her. Last night I fell in love. I fucking fell hard and fast. My mother will be proud.
Layla moved in her sleep, twisting her stunning body towards me. My eyes racked slowly over her body committing each curve and mold of her body.
Turning so she faced me, her green-golden eyes were still closed, hidden from me. My fingers reached for her skin brushing her hair from her face, the red standing out like hot lava over the white of the bed.
My hands shook wanting to touch, to take every sweet moment with her I knew I had to leave. I had a war to finish and I didn’t want to walk out of here, I wanted to stay consumed by her and in her for the rest of time. What a difference a night makes for one’s cold soul to thaw.
“Good morning,” she said in a soft angelic like voice.
“Hey,” I said back to her, my hand running over her naked ass as she wiggled closer into my body, her head on my arm her hair tickling my chest.
“You’re complete and utter perfection, you know that?” Tracing my finger up her side I notice she has ink on her skin. I didn’t notice last night, the bright watercolors that washed over her skin and were moving as she laughed. My finger was leaving goosebumps trailing behind my touch.
“Perfection, no, but pretty cool, yes.” Wiggling her eyebrows at me, she is confident and I like that. When it’s just us, she’s strong and confident. When the world outside us is involved she’s sad and timid. I plan on fixing that.
“I will take them all from this world, so you never have to live in fear again.” My lips graze over her forehead as her arms snake around me, her heat meshing into mine causing my cock to really wake up. Her back arched, and she pushed herself into me as my cock hardened under her touch. She knew what was to come, and she was ready for it. She was my perfect fit.
Chapter Nine
I thought I was bulletproof then she kissed me.
~ Micha Ragen
I pick Jimmy up for this hit. It’s on his side of town and the old man wanted me in on it. Jimmy’s tried all points of reason. Failed. He beat him to the point of near-death, still nothing. So the calling card for the Riddler was sent out and here I fucking am.
It’s taking me away from Layla. Since that night I have been with her every second that I co
uld. She’s taking my mind off the job. The old man said all men have vices. Some it’s drinking, others it’s drugs, some betting on the horses and for men like me it’s pussy. He said after years of being dead I am now alive with pussy, that it’s my vice. Consuming me and my thoughts.
Jimmy stopped his truck outside of some fleabag motel. I hadn’t seen it before, but it felt like I had. Motels like this one all look alike with the awful brown styling, bright neon signs screaming date rape and drug hell.
I fucking hated these places. This part of it all knowing what goes on like Layla had me feeling alive and also paralyzed at the same time. She brought me out of the cold and now I see the world for all the fucking filth that consumes it. These people that live in it allow this shit to happen. Layla wants to clean up the city, wants me to run for senator and help her in her bid for world perfection. I fucking laughed when I heard that statement fall from her mouth. Her eyes grew serious, hands on hips in the ‘I’m not fucking around’ kind of way that has me wanting to bend her over the table and fuck that pretty little ass of hers.
I told her I would think about it, taking over for my grandfather and wiping out her uncle and my shit bag cousin. He is now a solider for house Gallo, it broke my grandfather’s heart. They have hit the underground and I’m struggling to find them.
These places could be made into housing for the homeless, instead, they hold up the hookers and their Johns looking for a cheap place to fuck for a few hours, and drug dealers. Nobody’s losing everything because they love the taste of shit they can’t afford.
I pulled a cigarette out, placed it in my mouth and offered one to Jimmy as we parked up in the carpark.
“What’s the deal with this one?” I asked him.
“Drugs, it’s always fucking drugs with these guys.”
“Meth?”
“Probably. Maybe heroin actually, I’m not sure. Used to be a normal guy too, apparently. Well, that’s what his wife said when I went looking for payment and to break his legs for running. Wasn’t there though, but she tasted pretty dam good and still does.” He winks at me taking a long drag on his smoke.
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