by Bella J
This was my stranger in the dark. The man I’d always wanted.
“Yes,” I whispered. “Yes.”
Without warning, he thrusted hard and deep, and I cried out as he pushed past the barrier of my virginity. The pain was excruciating, the pressure feeling like it was about to tear me in half. Every muscle ached, my body shuddering as he claimed it.
“Hold on, baby. It will feel good soon. Just hold on.” He gave me no more than two seconds to adjust to him before he reared back, only to drive his cock back inside me.
Another scream ripped from my throat, but he smothered it with his lips, kissing me. He didn’t stop thrusting, but it started to hurt less and less, the pressure turning into an ache that felt…good.
“Jesus Christ, Alyx. This feels…fuck. You feel better than I imagined.”
His arms shook, his muscles quickening, and I found myself loving the fact that he admitted to fantasizing about me. It added fuel to the fire of pleasure burning in my core.
“Lift your ass, baby. Move those pussy walls and suck me in deep.”
I did as he commanded, and my body became greedy, wanting every inch of him inside me. It felt so fucking good, I sank my nails deep into the skin of his back, convinced I tore through flesh.
“That’s it, ballerina girl. Work it. Take it. And get fucking used to it, because I’ll be shoving my cock inside this sweet body of yours every chance I get from here on out.”
Leaning on one arm, he reached between us, his expert fingers finding my clit.
A whimper rolled over my lips, my body shaking and quivering. Every nerve ending was about to explode while Granite kept stretching me to the point where I could no longer distinguish between pain or pleasure.
Burying his face in my neck, Granite moved up and down, in and out, and I slipped my hand down his back to palm his ass.
No matter how wrong I thought this was earlier, now it felt right.
It took one more thrust, and I shattered into nothing but shards of pleasure. My body was no longer mine. It was his, and he forced ecstasy through my bones over and over again.
“That’s it. Point those dainty toes for me, ballerina girl. Come around my cock, and I’ll cream this sweet pussy of yours.”
Harder, faster, completely possessed by the hunt for his own pleasure, he couldn’t keep a steady rhythm anymore. He was lost, just as much as I was.
Slipping his arms under my back, gripping my shoulders with his hands, he forced me down while he pushed so deep inside me it hurt. But the pleasure was still lingering, and I didn’t care about the pain anymore. The rush was too strong, and I no longer cared about anything but him and allowing him to consume me.
He groaned out loud, a guttural moan ripping from his throat as he came inside me. I could feel the thickness of his cock, the way it jerked as he climaxed. More proof that he had just staked his claim, marked me like no other man had before. It was in that moment I realized no matter what happened from here on out, I belonged to him now. A powerful man like him would never let go of something he owned so wholeheartedly. That something being me.
A few more seconds, and the frenzy of our fuckery started to dissipate. It was a high I couldn’t explain. There were no words to describe something that felt so euphoric, leaving me breathless and utterly spent. Every muscle in my body went from tight and taut to lax and limp. There was no other way to see it than he literally took everything from me. There was nothing left, my energy completely depleted.
With heavily hooded eyes, he looked down at me before he slowly pulled out. I winced, and it felt raw and achy between my legs. Now that the pleasure had subsided, the pain started to take its place.
Granite bucked to the side then looked down to where our bodies were one mere seconds ago. “Look, ballerina girl.” I lifted off the pillow and stared down at his wet, glistening cock, smears of crimson coating his length. “I told you the next time you kissed me, I wouldn’t walk away without making you bleed. And now,” he nestled back on top of me, brushing hair from my face with his fingers, “your virgin blood just sealed your fate. No man will ever have the pleasure of fucking you, ballerina girl. Only me. It will always only be me.”
Chapter Twenty-One
Granite
Finally claiming her, knowing I was the first to explore that tight little pussy of hers, gave me a sense of satisfaction that could not be put into words. Did I care that I had to play dirty in order to get her to succumb? No.
No one knew my ballerina as well as I did, and all she needed was a little nudge to finally realize this was what she wanted as well. If it wasn’t, she wouldn’t have come undone under my touch so easily. Pleasure was plastered on her face with every drop of sweat that beaded on her skin. And the way her walls throbbed around my dick as she orgasmed, it was all the proof I fucking needed. All those nights of watching her from afar, thinking about her, desiring her, longing to make her mine, it all came down to this fucking moment. The moment when my entire world shifted, and she became the biggest part of it.
Bemused and vivid, her sapphire blue eyes showed me her inner struggle, how her mind tried to convince her body not to find pleasure in my touch. It had to have been torture for her, fighting something that couldn’t be changed. And her being mine wasn’t something she could change, no matter how hard she tried. I wasn’t a man who believed in fate, but she was the closest I came to believing that maybe we didn’t have control over our own lives after all.
I looked down at her body beneath me. Her tits weren’t even close to the size of the palm of my hand, but her nipples were the most beautiful rosy pink. Delicate and fucking perfect. Pale white skin barely touched by sunlight was coated with a sheen of sweat—flawless, picturesque. Mine.
“You okay?”
Her slight nod made it obvious the war was still raging inside that pretty head of hers. She still wasn’t convinced this was right. That what we had just done was meant to happen. Well, I just had to convince her.
Getting off her, leaving this bed, wasn’t something I wanted to do. I was a selfish prick, and I wanted to fuck her again. And again. And again. She was mine. I owned her. But part of owning her was taking care of her.
Reluctantly, I got up and noticed the way she watched me. The wheels in her head were turning in every direction. She had to be confused as fuck right now, this being her first time and probably not what she expected it to be. Every girl dreamed of her first time being in a room scattered with rose petals, a fucking angel choir singing in the background while Prince Charming slowly and tenderly made love to her like she was a goddamn porcelain doll who could break.
Not me. I was no fucking Prince Charming. And this wasn’t a fairy tale. She needed to learn right off the bat that the world she came from and the world she was currently in could not be compared. In this world, nothing was what anyone expected. Learning the concept of “adapt or die” was something we needed to grasp early on in our lives. She needed to do the same, as this was her new world now.
I opened the closet doors which led to the mini bathroom, grabbed a towel, and placed it in the sink while running some hot water.
When I sat back down on the mattress, she sniffed, tears softly rolling down her cheeks. My sad, pretty ballerina.
I untied her legs, rubbing around her ankles where the ropes left their marks. “Turn on your side.”
Without hesitating, she did as she was told, turning her back to me. I’d never done this before, never taken care of a woman after sex, cleaning her. But she wasn’t just any woman. “Lift your leg.”
She did, and I softly placed the towel between her legs, gently cleaning her, careful not to hurt her further. “You’ll be sore for a while. But your body will get used to it…to me.”
“You plan on having sex with me again?”
“What kind of question is that?”
She glanced at me over her shoulder. “Isn’t that what you guys do? See women as conquests, and after you’ve had them, you toss them
away?”
I pulled the towel from between her legs and grabbed her hip, forcing her on her back, and pinning her arms above her head.
“Listen to me very carefully.” I made sure she looked me in the eye. “If you think this was just a onetime fuck, think again. I’ve waited too fucking long for you, and now that I have you, not even the devil himself can take you from me.” I let go of one hand, softly tracing a finger around the contour of her face. “I plan on fucking you every day for the rest of my goddamn life. What don’t you understand when I say I own you?”
“You’ll grow tired of me.”
“Not a chance.”
“I’m not like the other girls. I’m not beautiful. I don’t have big breasts or a firm, round ass.”
“Stop.”
“I’m not your type, Granite.”
“What the fuck do you know about my type?”
Blue sapphires glistened under the candlelight as she looked up at me. “Are you telling me this is real? That I wasn’t just some twisted conquest for you?”
“As real as it gets, ballerina girl.” I placed my thumb on her bottom lip. “I’ll tell you what. Try to leave me and see what kind of hell I’ll raise in this motherfucking city. I’ll give new meaning to the Blood Brothers tag on my cut, I swear to God.”
Her gaze searched my face, trying to see if I was bluffing. “When?”
“When what?”
“When did you decide you wanted me? We’ve stared at each other countless nights. When was the moment you decided you’d take me?”
I kept her gaze for a few seconds longer before letting go of her, sitting up straight. “Like you said, there were countless nights. I can’t remember which one it was.”
“Now who’s lying?”
I scowled at the ballerina who called my bluff, then took the dirty towel and got off the bed. The towel had smears of pink and red on it, and there was a slight pang of regret that nudged against my ribs. I hurt her, and I didn’t like it. I didn’t like her question either. It made me think of the night I made that decision, and thinking of that night made me think of her. It also made me wonder if I’d be failing Alyx the way I failed her.
No. Not a fucking chance. I’ll make sure of it.
After tossing the dirty towel in the corner, I walked over to the dressing table and picked up the perfume, smelling it.
She sat up on her elbows. “How many times were you in my room?”
I smiled at her question. “Countless times.” I placed the bottle down. “I bet now you want to know how many times I was in your bedroom while you were sleeping.”
A slight nod made me smile even more.
“Countless times,” I replied without feeling an ounce of shame. If I could do it all over again, I’d spend more nights in her room while she slept.
Alyx lay back down, placing her palm on her forehead. “I don’t know why I’m not freaked out by that.”
“Because deep down, you knew. You knew I’ve always been there. And you liked it.”
“What kind of woman does that make me, the fact that I like the idea of having a stalker?”
I walked over and sat on the bed next to her, placing my hand behind her neck and pulling her closer. “It makes you mine.” My lips locked over hers, kissing her hard and fierce. Feeling her tongue lap against mine with equal vigor, and how her body reacted by trying to move closer to mine, it was enough to make my dick hard again.
Blonde hair fell over my hand, and I weaved my fingers through it before gripping tight, pulling her head back. The delicate skin of her neck beckoned to be worshipped with every kiss of my lips and every trace of my tongue.
“I want to take you again.” With my other hand, I pulled her closer by cupping her ass, and her hips obeyed so perfectly. I lifted her tiny body and placed her on top of me, her legs wrapping around my waist like they knew they belonged there. “I want to fuck you again, Alyx. I want to watch your face while I make you come.” I took a hard nipple in my mouth, and the moan she made was my own fucking angels’ choir. Everything about her set me on fire. Her delicate body had never known a man before, yet now it moved against mine as if it recognized its master.
Wrapping my arms around her body, she arched and leaned back while I sucked her nipple harder, my tongue teasing the firm bud. The way her breaths came out with soft, subtle moans, her arousal already coating my cock, I knew she wouldn’t deny me. Even while her body still ached, her pussy still raw, she’d let me take her again. But I couldn’t do that to her. Her body needed time to heal.
“Alyx—”
“Oh, shit.”
We stilled, and I glanced over Alyx’s shoulder at the door, right at Neon. “Hello, Neon. Ever heard of knocking?”
Alyx scooted off my lap and pulled the sheet to cover herself.
Neon froze. “Shit, I’m sorry. I didn’t think—”
I leaned back, not in the least concerned about the fact that my cock was still rock hard and right there for her to see. “Next time, knock, would you?”
“Sure. I just thought our little prisoner here would like a snack.” Neon tried to look everywhere else but at me, eventually putting her hand up, trying to block out the view. It was comical, really, and I grinned when I got up, grabbing my pants off the floor. “Neon, stop acting like you haven’t seen my dick before.”
“Yeah, well. I haven’t seen it like that before. All hard and…big.”
I laughed and noticed how Alyx was frowning at us. “Don’t worry, ballerina girl. Around here, everyone has seen everyone naked at some point in time.” I zipped my jeans. “Tequila does that to a person.” I leaned over the bed and turned her face toward mine, kissing her, making a whole theatrical display of tongue-fucking Alyx in front of Neon.
“Jesus Christ,” I heard Neon swear.
Letting go of Alyx’s lips, I looked straight into her blue eyes. “Eat. Please.”
She didn’t nod. She didn’t say anything. But I didn’t push it. I knew Neon would work her magic and make my girl eat something.
As I walked past Neon, I smiled at her. “Get her ready. We’re leaving in an hour. Oh, she has a fresh tattoo. Take care of that. And she needs new clothes. I ruined hers.”
“Of course, you did.” She rolled her eyes. “Fucking savages, all of you!” she called after me, and I smiled. Neon was going to give Alyx a pretty hard time by trying to get her to spill the lot on what just happened in that room.
When I entered the kitchen, Ink and Onyx both looked up from their plates. Ink narrowed his eyes at me. “Why do you look thoroughly fucked?”
“Why do you look like an asshole?”
“Because I am an asshole.”
Onyx scowled at me with a sullen expression on his face, like the fucker saw right through me. Animosity pulsed from him to me in angry waves, and even Ink could feel the atmosphere turn to shit.
“Okay, boys. We got a lot of shit to get through today. Let’s not add butchery and carnage to that, okay?”
Onyx turned his attention back to his plate of scrambled eggs, and I poured myself a cup of coffee. “Everything set for today?”
“Yup,” Ink replied while still chewing. “Two vans. Two routes. And a fuck-load of guns. That’s all we need, right?”
I snorted. “Right. Where’s Dutch?”
“He and Manic left a few hours ago. They’re scouting both routes.”
“Good. I’ll meet you assholes here in twenty. I need a shower.” About to leave, I heard a chair screech across the kitchen floor.
“Tell me again why we’re doing all of this?”
I leaned my head back, annoyed as fuck. “Onyx, please don’t start. Not now.”
“Does she know?”
Reluctantly, I turned to face him. “Know what?”
“The reason you chose her to be a part of all this.”
Annoyance flickered at the back of my head. “And what reason might that be?”
“You couldn’t fuck Kate, so you had to fuck A
lyx.”
And just like that, he flipped the fucking switch, and I launched forward, ready to fucking stab him between his goddamn eyes. But Ink jumped in front of me, trying to keep Onyx and me apart. “Stop. Both of you. Let’s get this woman to the safe house first, then you can slaughter each other, okay? Odds are one of you will die on route anyway, so let’s see if we can spill blood on tar rather than on perfectly clean kitchen tiles.” He glanced from Onyx to me. “’Kay?”
Fists balled, ready to dish out pain, I glared at my little brother, silently shooting daggers at his forehead. I pointed at him while clenching my jaw. “You better start watching your motherfucking mouth.”
I jerked away from Ink and straightened, the need to kick my brother’s ass simmering in my gut. But Ink was right. We had more important shit to worry about today.
“Suit up,” I said to them both. “And get hold of Dutch and Manic. Tell them we’re leaving in an hour.”
Ink nodded. “Got it.”
For a few seconds more, I looked at Onyx, the air laden with animosity, and I knew it was jealousy burning in his eyes. Jealousy, just like it was back then.
Seemed like history was about to repeat itself.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Alyx
After Granite left, Neon closed the door, her face all scrunched up with curiosity. “I’ve never been really interested in any of these guys’ sex lives. But right now, I really want to know what the fuck happened in this room—fuck being the relevant word, here."
I clutched the sheet tighter, and Neon looked down. “Is that…is that blood?” She walked closer, and I could already feel my cheeks warm with embarrassment. “Holy shit, Swan Lake. Are you a…I mean, were you…”
“A virgin, yes.”
“Aaaaw, poor thing.” Her eyes were suddenly strangely gentle as she stared at me. “It’s just your luck, ain’t it, Swan Lake? To get a man hung like a fucking camel to be your first.” She placed a bowl of cereal and a glass of juice on the bedside table before taking a seat on the bed. “I bet your vagina feels like it’s been shredded. And just a fair warning, it’s going to feel like you’re carrying a brick in there when you walk. All heavy and shit, like your uterus is about to fall out.”