Love Scars

by Nicole Snow

  Bullzeye.

  Her fingernails dug into my neck and her whole body jumped with pleasure. I rocked harder, making her moan a little more loudly.

  Good. She wasn't too sad and fucked up to screw. I figured out a long time ago that fucking was the best medicine around, a thousand times more potent than heartfelt talks or knocking back venom in a shot glass.

  That shit was fine for lesser men. For me, the only thing that talked was skin-on-fucking-skin, hot and raw and real. Not an inch of room for lies.

  “Tell me you know what I'm talking about. You don't need to hide shit anymore. I'm not gonna jerk you around like your dead old man or keep shit from you. Look at me, Anna.” I let one hand roam her body, rising off her ass, slowly circling its way up to her cheek as she craned her face up, resting her chin on my eagle tat.

  “You need to focus on feeling, babe. Focus on this.” I rocked harder, rubbing so deep I hit her clit through her skirt and panties. “Let it all go. You ever start to wonder who you are or where you belong, then tell me so I can remind you, just like I am now. You're mine, girl, and you're right here underneath me. You'll figure out exactly who you are when you're flat on your back, legs spread, filled to the fucking brim...you're my wife, dammit. And that means you can be whoever the fuck you want, Anna, whenever you're not busy squirming on my cock.”

  I couldn't hold back anymore. Her body jerked, but didn't resist when I yanked at her skirt, pushing it up. Her panties zipped off in one hand.

  I slid into her while I was still pawing at her blouse, losing a few buttons in my desperate flight to get it the fuck off. I needed her right then, not a single second later. God damn she felt amazing, better than ever wrapped around every inch of me.

  Anna blinked and then locked eyes with me. Whatever dark spell had been over her faded fast when I started to thrust. Several strokes in, she fucked me back, moaning as I freed her tits.

  I leaned down to squeeze and suck, burying my face in her pink nipples, two roses screaming for me as bad as the rest of her. I fucked her more deliberately than I'd ever taken any woman in my life. This was more than sex, more than just getting my nut and making her gush all over my dick.

  I wanted to fuck her brains out. I had to. I'd fuck her 'til she was whole, healed, perfect.

  I'd fuck her 'til she couldn't remember anything except how good it felt to come on my cock. When she was tensed up and screaming my name, fireworks banging in her skull, she'd be too damned busy to worry about the past or future.

  All that mattered was the now, and everything else could wait. She'd learn patience when I throttled her tight curves with pure pleasure.

  She'd figure out then that we were locked in the only dance she needed to worry about, the one that made us live and love more than any other.

  The now. Our now. Right here, right between her legs, splayed out on this bed.

  My bones hurt from the rescue yesterday and so did that fucked up bruise on my face. I didn't give a shit. Fucking deadened the pain 'til there was nothing in this twisted world but Anna and me. Two hearts, one dick, and one pussy fused together, churning and working toward perfection.

  “David! Fuck!” She threw her head back and lost it.

  I reached up from her well sucked nips and fisted her hair, holding her down as she locked her legs around my waist. Her little cunt burst around my cock a second later, sucking and pulling, a pit of irresistible hot flesh engulfing me.

  “Fuck! Come on, babe. Come the fuck on.”

  I almost lost my load then and there. It was goddamned sexy feeling her tighten and go breathless, so tense and loose everything inside her rattled like I'd broken her down. Fuck, I basically had, and after we were done fucking and sleeping off our aches and pains, we had the rest of our lives to build anew.

  Sex cleared the trash outta my brain, same damned thing I was doing for her.

  I flipped her over when her breathless shudders turned to soft moans. Mounting her from behind, I seized her hair, pulling hard when I slid in, pushing to her womb.

  God. God damn.

  I'd never get tired of watching her jerk around as I fucked her. This time, she tossed her ass back at me, seething need overtaking her completely. She was hellbent on coming, and it made me smile. When she was that lost in pleasure, the past was a million miles behind her. She was living with me in this beautiful moment we'd created, and nowhere else.

  She screamed, spiking her sweet ass down my cock again and again, sucking my whole length in her pussy. My balls boiled and I gritted my teeth.

  Shit. The now had to give way sooner or later, however much I wanted to draw it out forever. She felt too good, bouncing her little ass on my hips, making me pound her back harder each time she smacked my thighs.

  Too much, too much, too fucking much!

  I yanked her up by the hair and pulled her toward me, slipping my free hand over her thigh. I found her clit and pinched it, then cut aggressive laps around the slick, greedy nub, never missing a beat as I kept on power fucking her.

  Her belly twitched against my arm, bending a little as her spasms began. The panting, moaning, screaming hot mess pressed up against me wasn't just music to my fucking ears. It was a whole damned concert.

  Bestial grunts ripped out my throat and crashed through her orgasmic serenade. I slammed my cock up into her, high as I could go, and erupted, throwing hot seed into her womb just as she pulsed around me.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck...”

  Every pulse of my cock, every explosion, brought another grunt up from my depths. Somehow through the delirious fire, I held on. I kept my fingers swinging around her clit, plucking that shit like a lunatic, making her join in me the crazy, mindless rush to pure ecstasy.

  I never came so hard in my fucking life. Growling, I emptied myself inside her in pumps that leveled every muscle, all my energy rushing to my cock, shooting into her in a rush of molten fire.

  If the little horny twitch my cock gave me when I finally pulled out wasn't there, I would've sworn I was totally spent.

  But I wasn't. Not by fucking half.

  “Come on,” I growled, pulling her off the bed with me.

  She shed her skirt, leaking my come down one thigh. I walked her into the big bathroom and pushed her into the shower, easing her up against the wall.

  Soon, steam surrounded our sex. My dick was hard again in just a few minutes, rubbing on her ass, kissing her the whole time with my arms wrapped tight.

  When I was about to slip in, horny as fuck to fill her up again, she whimpered and turned around.

  “This is it, then? I want to believe this is all I need to worry about from now. It's like heaven here with you, David.” She pushed her fingers through mine and I squeezed. “But this week has been scary as shit. Not just you, or killing my Dad...this whole stupid life. How do I know there isn't somebody else out there when you run into trouble with your business? Somebody who'll take it all away – or worse?”

  Damn. If she wasn't so beautiful, my cock would've wilted. I had to work on training her to save these kinda questions for the times when I wasn't going mad to get inside her.

  “Nobody's taking shit away. If things hadn't gotten fucked up last night, I was gonna tell you about that. Meant to tell you we're moving more and more into real, legit biz like this casino everyday. I'm not gonna give up the cash from the legacy shit Uncle Ignatiev started overseas, but it's not gonna cause us trouble. We're gonna wind down, slow and easy, and it should be a cinch now that the turf wars with the Rossinis are gonna burn out. You think I want to risk any asshole coming after you over my mistakes? After our kid?”

  I pressed my hand to her belly. She shivered at the reminder that I was absolutely fucking serious about knocking her up. The sooner my seed took, the better. I couldn't wait to have a son or daughter to fix this shit, free us from old blood wars once and for all.

  My future blood wasn't gonna have to stare hungry tigers in the face all day or go into ghettos with guns blazing. S
omeday, Strelkovs wouldn't be paying for extra acres and luxury wines by ferrying ice overseas to junkies and heavy arms to terrorists. Or freedom fighters, depending on who you asked.

  “Fuck, babe. When I mean this shit's over, it's all winding down. By the time our kid's born, I'm not having any of it. We're gonna bring 'em up for real business with the same fucking attitude that built both our families. After running in the circles our blood's been in, they'll knock the fucking teeth outta any legit billionaire in real estate or gaming. They'll be too damned busy making millions in legal shit to think about pennies on the black market.”

  She gave me a smile, and it wasn't even forced. I grabbed her, pinned her to the wall, getting in several kisses before I got the last word.

  “I already know all about cornering hidden treasures. Now, I wanna own the entire fucking world, love, but if it falls flat I really don't give a shit. Buying a gold plated castle to the sky's not half as important as having you here, underneath these muscles, cock buried in your heat.”

  I wedged my hips between her legs and grabbed my cock, thrusting it in. She rocked, gasped, and tried to resist. Only for a nano-second.

  When I started to fuck her, all the doubts she wanted to slap me in the face with melted. And I kept them dissolving into a puddle beneath us, matching the rhythm of the warm shower on my back, fucking her with the same confidence I had about all this shit going right.

  It had to, dammit. I'd promised her the universe, and I always kept my word.

  We fucked hard and fast. By the end of it, I was barely able to distinguish her heat from mine. We were one with each other and one with the steam cloud around us, one with the steady rain from the shower and our own drumming lust.

  I held her down and growled as I came. Her ass jiggled against mine and then she joined me, gurgling pure pleasure with my hand around her throat. I kept her skin there bared to me, kissing and sucking, marking her with my teeth.

  She'd have one helluva hickey before the day was through to go with all the sperm I'd pumped inside her. And after a short break, we'd be right back at it.

  No shit. We were fucking 'til she walked out here with circles under her eyes and a smile on her face, too damned buzzed on sex and love to think about her bullshit past with that tyrant she called Dad.

  If my wife had any doubts about herself or my crazy ass by the time we left this casino, then I'd be seeking out a prescription for a longer hard-on, knowing I hadn't fucked her enough.

  VII: More Than Just Epilogue (Anna)

  Seven months gone by, and it still feels like just yesterday.

  I never could've imagined vacationing in Mexico all winter. The siege mentality Dad instilled in me from birth faded a little more each day beneath the warm sun.

  But then, I couldn't have imagined being pregnant either, let alone loving a man like David Strelkov. Sometimes it's dangerously close to feeling like a dream. Good thing there are constant living reminders, little assurances like being pinched by lust when his arms are wrapped around me to prove it's real.

  No fire in my wildest fantasies was ever like this.

  He's become my life, my love, my liberation, my everything.

  It's in his kiss, his huge arms, the way his tattooed skin feels against mine. Then I think about those distant days when I thought he was going to be my worst nightmare, amazed that he's transformed into a big, handsome hero.

  I hesitate to call him an angel, even though his body and devotion says I should. Angels aren't created with such filthy mouths and wicked desires between the sheets. He'll never be an angel, but he is my husband, and I wouldn't have it any other way.

  Angels aren't in the business of breaking heads either. Sometimes, David has to go away. He isn't shy about the details anymore, even when it involves blood or blood money, but I usually stop him before he gets too far.

  He's easing away from it, and that's all that matters.

  I don't need to hear about how he's putting another sonofabitch who deserves it into an early grave to know what he is. My lover, my madman, master of my heart is a fucking badass. He's a killer, a trader in things that would turn any law abiding citizen ghost white.

  But he's my badass, my killer, my demon. Mine.

  When he's away, I still feel his love growing deep inside me. Our son's due in just another seventeen weeks or so, just in time to return to the States for summer.

  “Babe.” He comes up behind me while I'm sitting with a tall glass of water, perched on a balcony overlooking the tranquil Caribbean.

  I look up and smile. He prefers to be shirtless around me when we're alone. Lord knows I prefer it too.

  Pregnancy does insane things to a woman's mind. If I thought I was crazy before, meeting him the way I did and surrendering to his brute heart, then I must be a stark raving nut now. Any time I see him coming up to me alone with that bestial spark in his eye, I want to jump into his arms and roll my tongue right between that double-headed eagle on his breast.

  “How's our baby doing? How're you?”

  He asks the same sweet question when he comes in after a long day doing deadly things. I stand up, smile, nod, and wrap my hands around him.

  I think he already knows what I'm about to say. It took a few months for the message to sink in. Like, really, really sink to my soul, every beautiful word of it.

  “Better than yesterday,” I tell him, before bringing my lips to his.

  It sounds insane, maybe even cheesy as hell, but I don't care. It's the honest-to-God truth. Every day of my life since he shoved that wedding contract in my face is more real and true than all twenty years I spent under my father's messed up regime.

  David breaks the kiss after a good long while and smiles. Then he moves in again, lowering his hands to my ass, dragging me closer to him. It's never enough. Sometimes I swear we try to meld, push all the way to each other's souls.

  I'm safer and completely on fire in his arms. And, at last, I've finally figured out who I'm meant to be.

  I'm Annaliza Strelkov, wife to the most powerful bad boy north of Miami and mother to his child.

  If this makes me a monster in my own right, then I'm ready to throw on my little horns and dance. When I kiss him, there's no guilt, no regret.

  The world wouldn't approve of my life or all the things he's done, but the world can be fucked. This is my life, and I've chosen to embrace it all, good and bad, bitter and sweet, dark past and sunny future.

  David grins, lifting me high into his arms, bouncing me a few more inches closer to paradise before he brings his lips against mine again.

  This time, there's no more break between kisses. Just one long flurry of tongue and teeth and lips leading to the bed, where my heart's destined to smolder as he ignites my body the way I love.

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  I: Deeper Sins

  All your avarice will lead you back to the same place. Heaven and hell are hungry worlds, my children. Don't be surprised if they swallow you whole, 'til you find they're just one great yawning pit.

  Pain devours, but so does pleasure.

  The Prophet's latest sermon echoed in my head. Thinking about his sluggish, rambling speech was all I could do to keep my eyes off my father while we drove.

  He spun the wheel sharply, a small twist away from throwing us off the narrow forest road and head-on into a large tree. I slipped up when the truck jerked.

  The little murmur of surprise and fear on my lips was all it took him to turn to me.

  “Stupid, sinful girl. Why can't you be more like your sister?” I watched his wrinkled hands flex as he gripped the steering wheel, a grip so tight his bony knuckles bulged at his skin. “She trusts in her Lord, the Prophet, and her father. You don't.”

  “Heather isn't perfect either, Daddy, and you know it.”

  “Stop!” he hissed. “Swallow your fucking lies. I have only myself to blame. I was a fool for thinking I could take you to prayer without causing a damned scandal. Every day I'm reminded God took Charlene, and left me an unruly daughter in her place. I'm cursed.”

  His speech was slow, erratic. He must've had at least a whole bottle of wine to himself at the sermon, as usual.

  Whatever. I just kept watching the road through the cloudy windshield, trying not to spit fear every time he rocked the truck outside the faded line down the road. In good weather, our settlement was only twenty minutes away.

  Today, it was absolutely pouring, spitting whole rivers on us, even through the towering trees reaching to the heavens. In this remote pocket of northern California, the vegetation shared its rule with the rain. It was a cold rain too. I longed for warmth.

  Big mistake. Thinking about being warm reminded me of Ryan. He was so big, so hard, so amazingly warm when I grabbed him during the heavenly embrace.