“So, what do you want?” he asked, taking a few steps toward me.
I stood in the middle of his living room, shaking like a leaf. Suddenly, I was awash with nervousness.
He seemed to be an experienced man. What if I disappointed him? What if he wasn’t satisfied with my performance in bed? Would he drop me? Would he refuse to help me?
We hadn’t discussed the finer points and I was beginning to panic.
“I want you to confirm what you promised before we…before we do this,” I said, trying to mask the shaking in my voice.
Rogue breathed in, keeping his green eyes focused firmly on my face.
“You don’t have to worry about me breaking my promise. If the Sons of Satan took Hazel, I will find her.”
I licked my lips and nodded my head.
There was no real reason for me to trust Rogue. I didn’t even know this man, but for now, this was the best deal I could agree to. It felt like it was Hazel’s only chance to make it to safety.
“You look nervous,” he said, walking closer to me. I shook my head.
“I’m not nervous,” I stated and Rogue smirked.
“Are you sure you’re not lying, Carli? Because I hate being lied to,” he said.
I shook my head again.
“I’m just…I don’t know what you want me to do,” I stammered.
“I want you to do what you’re told,” he said.
Rogue stood in front of me, close enough for me to feel immersed in his strong masculine scent. I took in the rough stubble on his jaws, the way his eyes flitted over my face.
I nodded my head.
Even though this was supposed to be a formal agreement between us, the truth was that I was completely under his spell. Rogue was sexy and I was aware of the effect he had on my body.
He reached for my face, his strong, large hand grasping my left cheek. I froze. I had to do everything to stop myself from sinking in his arms. This wasn’t about me. This was about him and what he wanted.
“The only thing I want you to remember right now, Carli, is that I’m not going to hurt you,” he said.
His voice was like a growl. His eyes had become dark and heavy with lust. His cock grew in his pants, tenting them. It suddenly made me feel powerful to know that I had a similar effect on him. I wasn’t the only one losing control right now.
I nodded again and he stroked my cheek. His touch was rough and confident. He knew what he was doing.
Rogue pulled me into his arms abruptly and I crashed into his chest. With his finger under my chin, he tipped my face up to look at me again.
“Drop the tough act, Carli. I know you’re sweet like candy inside. No use in trying to fool me,” he growled. Before I had a chance to answer him, took my mouth in his. His tongue roughly parted my lips and quickly found mine.
I gasped for air and then I gave in to him. He kissed me passionately, roughly, a way I’d never been kissed before. Our mouths were fused together, and his hands stroked my back, traveling down until he cupped my ass.
I moved in his arms, and I felt a rush of excitement course through my body. I had come to his apartment with the intention of being neutral. To not enjoy this more than I needed to. For this arrangement to work, I needed to keep my attraction to Rogue aside.
Instead, I could feel myself melting in his arms.
While he kissed me, Rogue pushed me with his body. I had no control over my limbs anymore. He explored my mouth with his tongue, and at the same time, pushed me backwards.
As abruptly as he’d kissed me, he pulled his mouth away from me. I gasped when we parted. I didn’t even realize I stood so close to the leather couch until I toppled backwards when he placed a hand on my chest and gently pushed. Rogue remained standing over me.
My eyes dropped down to the fully visible print of his cock. I didn’t need any more proof that he was extremely well endowed.
“If you keep looking at me with those eyes, I’m going to have to take you hard,” he growled. His hands were on his pants, slipping them down his legs. When his underwear came off, his cock throbbed and bulged between his legs.
As quickly as he’d taken his pants off, he removed his jacket and his t-shirt too. I sat frozen on the couch while Rogue stood naked and sexy as hell over me. His torso was chiseled, dangerous and thrilling tattoos on his chest and arms. He stood with his legs apart, his cock was big and strong between his thighs.
I shuddered as he drew close to me and kneeled down. He cupped my breasts, squeezing them, flicking my nipples through my dress. In the next instance, he had pulled my dress apart.
I shrieked from the shock and Rogue looked up at me with his eyebrows raised.
I was worried he was going to stop. That he would think I didn’t want this. Holding his gaze, I reached for his cock. I saw him clench his jaws when I touched him. His cock throbbed in my hand as I stroked him. My hand moved up and down the length of his big cock as sticky wetness pooled between my legs. My body was on fire. I needed him inside me.
Rogue pulled down the straps of my bra, spilling my breasts and revealing my hard and sensitive nipples. As I continued stroking his cock, he lapped his tongue against my left nipple first sending a shiver through my body. A slight moan escaped my lips when I felt his hot breath against my skin. I squirmed, already knowing my panties were soaked.
He did the same to my other nipple, the pleasure so intense that I thought I’d pass out with desire for him.
His cock grew in my hand as I quickened the motion. Rogue licked my nipples one by one while his hand traveled down my breasts and over my stomach. My cheeks flushed as he moved my panties down my legs. He’d soon see just how wet I was for him.
Rogue pulled his mouth away from my nipples and looked down between my legs.
“You’re like a ripe, juicy fruit,” he growled. Knots tightened in my stomach. What was he going to do to me?
I waited with bated breath, counting down the moments for him to touch me again. His fingers slipped straight into my folds and my body reacted immediately as I moaned and rolled my hips. There was no denying that I enjoyed every moment of this.
Rogue’s eyes remained fixed on me while his finger slipped into my pussy. I spread my legs wide apart, offering myself up to him. I was so focused on myself and how I felt, that I couldn’t even stroke his cock.
When he stroked my clit with his thumb, I was close to exploding. I was on the brink of an orgasm already. His thumb on my swollen clit was too much. I had no control anymore.
“Rogue!” I moaned his name and he stopped stroking me to look into my eyes. “I’m about to come, please…” I trailed, lost for words.
He grinned and slowly pulled his finger out. I watched as he stuck it in his mouth and licked my juices off his finger, my mouth going dry. The only thing I wanted in that moment was to have his cock inside me.
“You’re not coming till I let you come,” he growled and straightened himself up. I looked into his eyes pleadingly. My pussy throbbed. It was torturous to hold back the orgasm that was bursting at the seams.
I gasped for air as he stood up and stroked his cock while standing over me. Rogue reached for me, roughly pulling me to my feet and then turning me around to put my hands and knees on the couch. His strength behind me made me shiver as my juice trickled down the insides of my thighs.
His hands cupped my ass, squeezing it until my skin pinched under the pressure of his strong grip. He slapped my left ass cheek once and then the right. I moved forward, gasping as my body shook from the force.
“You like that, sweet girl?” he growled, smacking my ass again. I looked over my shoulder at him, noticing he had his cock in one hand and smacked my ass again with the other.
“Do you like that? Answer me!” he grunted, winding my long, silky hair around his hand.
“Yes, I love it,” I murmured, holding his gaze. He gripped my hair tightly, like a rider holding on to the reins on a horse.
“Good,” he said and moved cl
oser to me. Giving his cock one last quick stroke, he positioned himself behind me.
The tip of his hard cock slid down the crack till he’d found the entrance to my pussy. One hand holding my hair and the other on my back, he pressed his cock between the folds of my swollen pussy.
I gripped the back of the couch for support and I squeezed my eyes shut. Given his size, I was afraid it was going to be painful, but Rogue was surprisingly taking it slow.
He slowly entered me inch by inch, filling me with the most pleasurable pain I’d felt in my life. After a few moments, it was gone when he filled me to the brink with his cock.
We moved together, falling into a rhythm. His cock thrust inside of my pussy, stretching and filling me up while threatening to shoot his come into me any moment now.
I pushed against him so that his cock sank into me completely, my ass bouncing off his muscular chiseled abs. He was deep inside me, stroking me on that spot which would set my orgasm in motion. He rode me like a wild horseman, clutching my hair and smacking my ass every few strokes.
“Rogue…please…” I moaned as I felt my whole body tighten. I knew that I was teetering over the edge and I would come soon whether he let me or not.
“Come for me, Carli,” he groaned, as he pushed deeper inside of me.
He didn’t need to tell me again. I released, along with him and the orgasm took over my body.
I shook while he thrust in a slower pace, groaning as he came and gripping my ass tightly. I moaned with pleasure as the couch shook. My orgasm was intense, taking over my body and mind.
I forgot Hazel, I forgot this was a pact. All that mattered was how good he’d just made me feel. How ferocious this orgasm was. My body released a strong chemical reaction and I couldn’t get enough of it.
Once Rogue had emptied himself into me, he pulled out.
I gasped again, suddenly feeling very empty now that he wasn’t inside me.
I slowly turned to face him as he stumbled away from me. His cock was in his hand, still rock-hard, the tip of it raging pink. Rogue glared at me, like he was angry.
The blushing glow of my orgasm quickly started to fade as a fear gripped my soul.
Rogue had changed his mind.
9
Rogue
Fuck.
Carli felt like nothing I’d ever experienced. This was supposed to be just sex and now I felt strange. I wanted to pull her into my arms and kiss her till her lips were sore. My cock throbbed as I stood away from her, glaring at her because I was mad at myself.
Something had changed in me. I wanted her again.
I could see the blush on Carli’s face as she quickly put on her clothes. Her dress was creased and a few hooks on the front had come loose from how rough I’d been with ripping it off.
Neither of us spoke as I put on my pants and walked into the kitchen, filling two glasses with whiskey. When I brought them out, Carli was already dressed, holding the front of her dress together to keep it in place.
“Have a drink,” I said, offering her a glass. She took it from me, her cheeks bright red.
“I don’t really drink whiskey. I don’t really drink at all,” she said, cradling the glass in her hand.
“Why not?” I asked and she shrugged.
She sat at the edge of the couch with her legs crossed and staring down at the floor, probably too embarrassed to meet my eyes.
“I’m the primary income earner in our household. I don’t have the luxury of partying, drinking, or having much time to myself,” she replied. I watched as she took one small sip of the whiskey, coughing when the bitterness hit her throat.
I grinned, unable to stop staring at her. She was beautiful. She was more than just a sexy creature.
“What about your sister? Doesn’t she earn enough?” I asked.
Carli looked up at me shyly. “My sister isn’t the easiest person to work with. She has a hard time keeping down jobs,” she explained.
I downed the whiskey, thirsty for more.
“So, you’re the one who really looks after Hazel,” I said.
I couldn’t picture this kid. I’d spent very little time around children, so I had no clue what an eight-year-old girl would even look like. Carli nodded. I disappeared into the kitchen again, this time bringing out the whole bottle of whiskey.
I started to pour some into her glass, but she covered it with a hand.
“I can’t drink more. I’m driving,” she said. I furrowed my brows but stepped away. The one thing I began to learn about Carli was that she took her responsibilities very seriously.
She stared at me, watching my every movement. I could still feel my cock pushing into her tight pussy. I could still hear her moaning, her sweet nimble body shaking with every thrust. My cock was covered in her juices. I’d never been more excited to watch a woman orgasm before.
“Don’t you want to know anything about her?” she asked, breaking into my thoughts.
“About who?”
“Hazel. Your niece,” she replied.
I clenched my jaw and turned away from her, pretending to be occupied with pouring more whiskey in my glass. This was the last thing I wanted to talk about right now. I should have asked her to leave the moment my cock was out of her pussy.
“Why don’t you want to know anything about her?” Carli continued, standing up from the couch. She placed her glass down on the coffee table and walked toward me, narrowing her eyes at me when I turned to face her.
“You don’t care a hoot about her, do you?” she asked.
I drank some more whiskey and smacked my lips, the drink leaving a blazing trail down my throat.
“Do you even believe me?” she asked.
I was tired of this conversation already. I looked away from her, exhausted. I’d been feeling so good after I fucked her and now, she was ruining it.
“Rogue. I need you to answer me. Do you even believe that Hazel is your niece?” she asked, her voice high-pitched and shrill now. Her blue eyes turned dark and stormy with anger.
“Look, I can’t take any of this seriously right now. What happened between your sister and my brother is between them,” I replied, clutching my glass tightly in my hand.
Carli placed her hands on her hips, her jaw dropping.
“You think I’m lying?” she snapped.
“You want to hear the truth? I don’t fucking trust you,” I told her, in as calm a voice as I could manage.
Carli stared at me in shock and disbelief.
“I thought that despite being the man you are, you had some hope, some familial love for a niece. That you were helping me because you believed that they have your brother and your niece!” she exclaimed.
I looked at her blankly. How the fuck would I have a familial bond with someone I didn’t even know?
“You should have known the only reason I’m helping you is because I want to fuck you,” I replied. The words spilled out before I could stop them.
Carli’s eyes seemed to water for a moment, but she blinked it away. Her lips trembled with anger and her nostrils were flared.
“So, this is all about sex for you. You don’t care what happens to Hazel!” she snapped.
“What I care about is my brother. If she is there with him, I will honor my agreement to make sure she is safe as well. If you deliver your end of the bargain, so will I,” I replied.
Carli’s eyes were wild with rage, as if she couldn’t believe what I was saying. She looked at me as if I’d betrayed her, but it wasn’t my fault. I hadn’t done or said anything to lead her on. She made all of these assumptions on her own.
And besides, I still didn’t even think I could trust her. For all I knew she could still be working with the Sons of Satan.
“You think I’m lying? That I just made up a story about Amanda and your brother?” she hissed.
Despite her anger, Carli still looked beautiful. I could have stared at her all night. My cock was already waking up in my pants again and I tried to control it.
I clenched my jaw and pushed down my thoughts about her.
“I don’t know the truth and I won’t know it till I speak to my brother. For that, I will have to find him first,” I said.
Carli shook her head. I could see the blood rush to her face in anger.
“I can’t believe this,” she mumbled and turned away from me.
“Why are you so hot and bothered about this? We’re both getting what we want out of this. I want to fuck you, and you want your niece back. Both of those things are working out for us,” I told her.
Carli clutched the front of her dress tightly bent down to pick up her purse. I got a glimpse of her bubble-ass in that tight dress, my cock throbbing in my pants.
“This is ridiculous. I don’t know why I agreed to this. You don’t even believe a word of what I said!” she snapped and headed towards my front door.
“Look, I’m sorry for your niece. I know you are convinced that the Sons of Satan took her. So, if they did, I will get her when I get my brother. Isn’t that enough for you?” I asked. She turned back to face me.
“Why would I lie about this? Why would the Sons of Satan take Hazel if she wasn’t Grimm’s daughter? Why can’t you just think about this logically?” she yelled.
“Because there is no logical reason for my brother to have a kid and never mention it to me,” I spit back at her.
“Amanda never told him about Hazel!” she yelled back.
“Well,” I laughed angrily. “Isn’t that fucking convenient.”
I watched her open her mouth and close it. I could tell that she was at a loss of what to say. She had to know that I would eventually figure everything out.
“Look Carli,” I said reaching out to her. “The only thing I can think about right now is finding my brother. Then once he is back and safe, he can solve this personal shit with your sister himself,” I replied.
“I knew I should have just gone straight to the police,” she said as she turned back towards the door.
Fuck.
If she got the police involved in this, it would make it that much harder for me to find my brother. The Sons of Satan would kill him the second that the got the whiff of an investigation. I had to convince her to stick with me, just a little longer.
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