by Nicole Snow
Love Scars: Bad Boy's Bride
By Nicole Snow
Table of Contents
Title Page
Love Scars: Bad Boy's Bride
I: Limbo (Anna)
II: Grudge (David)
III: Impossible Duties (Anna)
IV: Changing Hearts (David)
V: Heaven to Hell (Anna)
VI: Room for One Grave (David)
VII: More Than Just Epilogue (Anna)
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Content copyright © Nicole Snow. All rights reserved.
Published in the United States of America.
First published in October, 2014.
Disclaimer: The following ebook is a work of fiction. Any resemblance characters in this story may have to real people is only coincidental.
Description
LOVE SCARS BURN, SEDUCE, AND NEVER, EVER FADE...
ANNA
The worst night of my life just got worse. Nobody explained why I've been dumped in this run down house, or who this hulk with the filthy mouth is. All I know is he wants me, he says I'm his, and I'm ignoring my instinct to run like hell.
When he pulls me into his embrace, I want to push closer to his warmth, his strength, his vicious tattoos.
Can I trust him? Can I trust myself? Or will obeying his wicked words confirm all my worst suspicions?
DAVID
So sweet, so pure, so confused...I almost feel bad about claiming her. Almost.
Too bad she's a Rossini, and I don't regret making her old man sign her over to me for one second. I was born a Strelkov, a killer and an outlaw, and I second guess nothing.
The instant my hands are on her, I know I've made the right choice. The crazy ache in my lips when they're not on hers doesn't lie. Revenge is a dish best served hot, sweaty, seething with passion, and Anna's tonight's special.
Yeah, she's gonna flip when I shove the wedding contract in her face. But I'm gonna make her my wife in every nasty, beautiful, permanent way I can, even if it means adding a few more scars to my skin and Anna's heart...
I: Limbo (Anna)
I was supposed to sleep here? Here, in this wreck?
The old house where my father had sent me stank like it was stuffed to the brim with mold behind the worn out walls. Every time I moved on the ancient brass bed, the springs screamed, mirroring the dull ache jostling my bones.
I'd never been anywhere so pathetic, so run down, and I still didn't have a damned clue why.
My father never told me anything when it came to the family “enterprise.” I learned early on that the best thing to do was shut up and listen when he barked his orders. Now, at twenty, I was old enough to realize the consequences for disobeying as an adult would be a whole lot worse than the tanned hide I got as a girl.
Tomorrow will be better. He promised nothing bad will happen here. Just as long as I listen...
Right.
A police siren wailed in the distance, puncturing the night with its wail. I was a world away from everything I'd ever known growing up. Whatever was going on, Dad had gotten into something really bad to leave me here, dropped off without further explanation by our chauffeur, Carbonari.
Safety first, Anna. I'll never let any harm come to my daughter. This is for your own good.
I wrinkled my nose, remembering his words, the heavy way he embraced me in his library. His eyes were never more glacial.
The scampering sound just outside my half-cracked door made me bolt up. I was prepared for a lot of things, but if there were rats here...
No, it couldn't be. The steps were creaking. Whatever was outside was far too large to be a rat. My heart started to pound when I heard the muffled voices.
I wondered how secure this place really was. The neighborhood was teeming with thugs and junkies, a well known dump the city had given up on ages ago. Sure, Dad's men were supposed to be outside for my protection, but what if they'd slacked off for a smoke break like they often did?
Worse – what if they'd been taken out by any of the miscreant bastards who called this place home?
Just then, the squeaky weight on the stairs stopped. Someone was on my floor. My door creaked open.
Shit! If there was one stupid thing I wanted to work right in this house more than any other, it was the lock. The old thing popped out of its broken latch when I'd tried to force it shut. It didn't work, and there was no last line of defense between me and the monsters outside.
The tiny chain pulled across the opening wasn't going to stop anyone. I shuddered, pulling at my sheet, glancing around the room for a weapon. A huge, dark silhouette peered through the crack, looking my way in the darkness. A large hand pushed through the opening and unhooked the pathetic chain.
We made our moves at the same time.
The man – his shadow was too large to be a woman's – burst in just as I ripped the crappy lamp out of the wall, clutching it to my chest like a club.
“Don't come any closer!” I screamed. “I'll hurt you. I'm not afraid to swing this thing!”
The shadow stopped at the foot of my bed and laughed. Deep, rich, baritone, and unmistakably masculine. I saw the faint outline of his dark arms lifting up, clasping the back of his head, flexing as they stretched.
“Love, don't you bother straining a single fucking muscle. It's not gonna help. I came for what your asshole father promised. Rossini's got one hell of a debt to pay for sparing his miserable life, and I'm here to collect what's owed.”
What's owed? Me? Jesus!
I chewed my lip. My knuckles ached and wouldn't work anymore. I tried to lift the heavy lamp over my head, but it slipped from my grip, rolling off the bed and clattering on the beat up wooden floor.
Walking toward me, the stranger kicked the lamp, sending it against the nearest wall, far from where it could do any good.
Out of reach. Out of luck. Not that I had much to start.
Lucky girls didn't end up in pitch black rooms crawling with cockroaches and a man who looked like he spent every waking minute pumping iron. His massive buff body was all I could see in the near total blackness, all I made out before he grabbed me. His hand clapped tight over my lips, cutting off my screams.
“Patience, pet. Fuck, you smell sweeter than I thought.” He stopped covering my mouth, silencing me with that wicked laugh instead. “You a virgin? Just like he promised?”
My eyes nearly jumped out of my skull. I wanted to kick, bite, scratch, even if it meant the death of me.
It wasn't the fear that got to me. It was the fucking insult.
I wanted to give this animal a piece of my mind, same as I wanted to lay it on Dad for sending me to this hellhole.
He had a good reason. Didn't he?
You saw how he looked at you. He was scared. He did this against his will.
My brain was desperate to cling to something, anything to make sense of the insane way my whole reality was falling to pieces in his huge, muscular arms.
“Well, babe? You gonna give me an answer or you just want to toy with me all fucking night?” He rolled forward, pushing his legs against my ass. I sensed the bulge between them and gasped.
God help me. Revulsion should've been the only thing warming my blood. But it wasn't, not when it was mixed with obvious heat, fiery excitement prickling at my nerves.
“Go to hell!” I spat. “Who do you think you are to ask me that when we've just met? I'm not a piece of meat!”
“You're too fucking cute,” he said, pushing his hot whispers into my ear. “Why the fuck do you think you're here, Anna? Enlighten me.”
I shuddered. Much as I didn't want to admit it, the bastard was here because a deal had gone down. Nothing else explained why he knew my name, or why my father's men had let him slip past to take me.
; “I was ordered,” I said. “When my Dad talks, I listen. I do what I need to for the good of our family.”
“Ah, family. I can appreciate that. Family shit's why I'm here too, feeding my lust into your hot little ear. You feel it, babe? No?” His hands slowly slid down toward my waist, squeezing tighter, stopping just above intimate flesh. “Look, we're all in the same biz here, baby girl. Just not on the same team. Now, shut the fuck up and give me a kiss. I like to sample what I've bought before I take full possession.”
Before I could say anything, he twisted my head. His lips connected with mine. They were remarkably smooth, cool as the darkness. I grunted, pushed against him, craning my neck.
His tongue pushed into my mouth, deepening the kiss.
Slippery, hot, arousing.
Damn! My body betrayed me. I started to go slack when I should've resisted, melting into the mad wonder of my tenth kiss. The last nine I'd had earlier in life were wasted on a short-lived fling with a movie star's son my Senior year.
This was so different, and not just because I couldn't see who the hell I was kissing, not just due to the dingy surroundings screwing with my head. I didn't need to see him to sense his fire, his strength.
His lips and tongue told me I wasn't kissing a boy. I was locking lips with a man, a veteran brute so big and strong he must've had at least ten years on me.
Jesus. Why does he taste so good?
I choked on the insanity, tearing myself away as his tongue stopped swirling. More baritone laughter, spilling into the shadows all around us, giving them a voice.
“Goddamn. You taste amazing, love. Pure. With lips like that, your pussy's gotta be pure heaven, wine and nectar made for my fucking lips. Open those legs, girl. Right now.” He swung his hips against me.
I thrashed once when I felt his hardness. Damn if my knees didn't shake apart, spreading my legs, making just enough room for him to slide his hand up my bare thigh.
Maybe I could've stopped if I'd worn something other than this thin night gown.
Idiot! I would've packed more if I had any clue it was going to come to this. But it was all I brought for nightwear, one of the only things in my tiny suitcase that comforted me in this strange new hell.
Heat pulsed through me, swirling up my head and zipping down again, coalescing in a molten pool between my legs.
So hot. So wet. So out of character it was scaring me.
Jesus. Who is he? What's he done to me?
I started to shake in his arms. For a second, he lightened his touch, gingerly moving one finger up and down the slit of my damp panties.
Then, whatever spell my fear created was broken. He grunted, pouring hot breath on my bare shoulder, kissing and nipping at my skin as his fingers flicked thin cotton fabric to the side.
He brushed my bare, virgin wetness up and down, gliding through the very edges of my folds with expert balance.
My brain sank to my core, buried in the fiery shame and pleasure competing to devour me.
“That's it, love. Open your sweet ass up for me. It's not gonna hurt one bit. You obeyed your asshole old man, yeah? You'll listen to me too.” He pushed his fingers against me a little faster, tighter, stopping to rest one tip on my clit. “You're a lucky girl. I actually want to take this kinda slow and savor it. First chick in a long while I haven't just thrown face first to the mattress and fucked like a whore. You're something special. Just don't let it go to your head. I'm not singing you sonnets before we fuck.”
Bastard! Sicko! Strange...strange man...
I whimpered, words to chastise him I tried to get out disintegrating into moans. I couldn't think straight when he started to make circles around my clit, stirring the flames higher, making them arc up and down my nerves in waves.
I stumbled. When I fell forward, he caught me. I always thought people had sex in bed, or maybe the shower. The stranger proved me wrong, holding me upright with one hand around my waist, locking me against his rock hard torso as he fingered, pinched, and flicked my clit, working it like he'd known my body his whole life.
I never imagined a man's first touch being like this – so weirdly knowing. My poor brain exploded. In less than a minute, my ragged breaths broke, split by the fierce orgasm tearing up my spine.
“That's it, pet. Come your fucking brains out. Good you get used to it. You listen to everything I say like a good girl, and there'll be a lot more where that came from.”
He didn't skip a beat as he pushed the tense words through his teeth, straight into my ear, quickening the fire consuming every inch of me.
I bit my tongue, struggling to hold in the gasps and moans shaking my throat. Being ravished by a stranger like this was bad enough. The only thing worse was letting him hear how much I was enjoying it – though I guessed he figured that out the first time my body leaned into his, craving his rough strokes.
My – what was he? My owner? – chuckled as my legs relaxed and the blinding white pleasure cleared my vision. “You come beautiful, love. Now give me a fucking taste of that tender flesh I've been stroking...”
His arms pinched tight around my waist as he sank low, dropping to his knees. His face quickly rose, sharp stubble gliding up my thighs, before I realized what was happening. His hair brushed my panty clad butt and I shivered, tried to jerk away.
“Wait!” I yelled, voice cracking on the word. It was harder to get out than it should've been. “We can't do this. It's all happening so fast. Too fast. I've I've never been...”
“What? Licked and sucked 'til you're climbing the goddamned walls? You telling me you never had another man smother your swollen little clit with his tongue?” His chin moved against my thigh, and I could tell he was shaking his head, amused. “Fuck, babe. You really are a virgin. 'Least the asshole kept one fucking promise.”
One mean arm released my waist and slid down, sending more tremors through my skin. He reached to the front, running his fingers over the same thigh he was using as a headrest, then moving higher to cup my mound. He squeezed, molding my soaked panties to more softness and his own rough fingers.
“Every inch of this sweet fucking flesh is mine now, understand? Mine. I'm the one who tells you what this pussy does and when.”
Another grunt. Another squeeze. I wilted, sputtering to find words to resist and failing as his thumb edged my clit through the fabric.
“I wanna train you in easy, Anna. Make this shit as smooth as what my fingers love to stroke – right here.” I moaned, and then he continued. “Be grateful I'm doing you a favor, babe. We're taking it easy unless you start to struggle. Gonna tell you one time, and one time only: I don't got a lot of patience for that shit. You put up a fight, you try to keep me from this pussy, and I'll have my fucking phone out in a heartbeat. We'll let your old man listen to everything while I hold down what he's given me and fuck it to the floor.”
I gasped. First in horror, and then in pure pleasure, sick fucking temptation making me sweat and moan as his evil thumb kept up its dizzying work.
“Don't. Fucking. Cross me,” he said, grinding my clit harder. “We'll take it good and slow as long as you behave. Now, open those legs a little more. How this goes down is up to you.”
Bastard. I tried to clamp my legs shut, but they wouldn't stop shaking as he needled sharp force through my folds, wiggling his thumb in slower torture now.
Jesus Christ. It's worse than I thought, a thousand times worse.
He wouldn't really call my father...would he?
I swallowed hard. His demeanor said he wouldn't hesitate to kill if he had to, and I had an ugly feeling that extended to Dad. Hell, maybe me too.
I craned my neck and stared at the ceiling. Raw, angry heat danced a tango with my lust as I shifted my legs wider for him. More deep strokes rewarded me, grinding and twisting until he came to an abrupt stop.
His hand tilted up, pushed into my waistband and jerked. I gasped as he ripped my panties down to my knees, then shoved his face between my legs.
The
surprise was so much I almost toppled over, but he held me steady with one more arm, stiffening around my waist. His tongue licked up my folds, assaulting me from behind, a sensation unlike anything I'd ever had in my life.
Tongues could do so much more than fingers and thumbs – especially this man's tongue.
My hips bucked back at him as his licks wound tighter, up through my velvet, lapping virgin heat again and again. Soon, I was delirious, the full madness of what was happening buried in the ecstasy.
I couldn't think. I could barely even breathe. There was nothing left to do except tense up and take it, surrendering to my body's filthy betrayal.
The stranger sensed the change in me. He pushed forward, deepening his tongue strokes, lapping further to smother my clit, keeping his coarse promise.
He couldn't speak with his mouth at work like this. But I knew he didn't need to. I could feel his demands in every urgent stroke, every twist of slick, strong power through my cream.
Give it up for me, babe. Come like the wanton fucking toy you are.
My body heard him, speaking in pure tongue-work, and it listened.
Surrender.
My thighs pinched against his cheeks. It didn't deter him one bit. He pushed his face into me with a growl, holding me up as my body exploded.
I screamed – yes, screamed – leaving a shrill shockwave rippling through the empty house as my pussy milked its pleasure on his mouth. His licks kept coming, tight and electric on my clit, a steady tempo through the explosion.
Christ, I needed something to claw. It was too much.
I reached for his shoulders, leaning backward, pinching my legs as tight as they would go as the fire swept me away. I gave him the orgasm I never wanted, the thing that made me a prisoner far more than his brute muscles or any vile deal my family cut.
When pleasure released its mad noose around my neck, I was weeping. I didn't realize it until I wondered why my breaths were coming so harsh. The stranger's grip had weakened and his face was gone, but I could hear him smacking his lips, licking at the traces of me remaining on his lips.
I jumped up. This time, he didn't stop me. I stumbled on the panties around my knees, then crouched, zipping them up and fixing my gown.