Violent Ends (The Denton Family Legacy Book 5)

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by Sam Crescent


  His father was proving to be a real pain in the ass, and it was irritating him. He didn’t want to stop Emma from doing anything. If she wanted to leave, he’d follow. Plain and simple. His father, though, would drag them both back.

  “I won’t say anything. I promise.”

  “We’re going to have to live here for a couple of weeks.”

  “Why?”

  “I need to help with Landon. He’s not going to be himself.”

  “Is he ever going to get over what happened?”

  “Probably not. You saw how volatile he is. I don’t want to lose him.” He loved his brother. “I don’t even have a clue what he’s going through. No one can tell him if he’s ever going to be okay again.”

  “When is her funeral?”

  “I don’t know. I doubt Dad will let him fly out to England.”

  “It could do him good, you know. To see her. Or at least to say goodbye,” she said.

  “That won’t happen. Dad needs him to move on.”

  “Your dad is a jerk.”

  “Preaching to the choir here, babe.”

  Chapter Six

  One week later

  Emma couldn’t handle another moment of staying at the Denton house. Hearing Landon scream and beg for death was more than she could take. He was so young. He shouldn’t be begging for his life to end. She’d cornered Gabriel and forced him to bring her to work.

  She had to get out of there for her own sanity.

  The sheer pain in Landon, anyone could hear or see it. Gideon had told her they had to chain him up and were taking turns feeding him. She didn’t agree to that. She’d also overheard his father talking. Sarah, the British girl, had already been buried. There was no way for Landon to say goodbye.

  She found the entire incident … awful. It didn’t help that Charlotte hadn’t defended her son or even fought for him.

  As she slammed the file down on her desk, Emma clenched her hands into fists in the hope of some peace, of anything right now.

  “What did that file ever do to you?”

  She looked up to find Gideon leaning against her doorframe.

  Taking a deep breath, she forced a smile to her face.

  Every single night, Gideon climbed into her bed, and she found his presence … nice. They hadn’t done anything but talk so far. She liked it when he held her. His arms wrapped around her. She felt that nothing could ever hurt her, not with him there to protect her all the time.

  “It needs ordering so I didn’t have much choice.” She picked up the file and took it to the cabinet, placing it back in the drawer. “What are you doing here?”

  “I came to tell you that I’m taking you dancing tonight.”

  “You are? You’re allowed to leave the house?”

  “Yes, I’m allowed to leave the house. Don’t worry. I’ve got plenty of brothers and a sister, along with sisters-in-law that can help out. I want to take you out to dance. You could do with the break.”

  She picked up her pen as she thought about it.

  “I see you’re taking your time here. It’s not up for negotiation.”

  “Why not?”

  “Because, we’re going to have fun, and I don’t care if you like this or not.” He stepped up to the desk, taking the pen from her hand. “Come on, we’re heading out.”

  “I like working.”

  “Please, right now even I don’t want to work for my father. Come on.”

  He took her hand, and before she knew what was happening, they were leaving the safety of her office.

  Gideon wouldn’t be stopped no matter what she said.

  She didn’t exactly put much of a fight as he took her out of the office and down to his car.

  He had her bundled inside, seatbelt on, and was already behind the wheel and driving when she finally thought of all the reasons why this wasn’t a good idea.

  “Take me home.”

  “Not happening. Oh, Wyatt and Owen have also decided to help with my brother. We’re all taking shifts to watch him. Teams of two.”

  “I feel really sorry for Landon.”

  “Me too, babe. Me too.”

  “Why do you feel sorry for him?” she asked.

  “I only know what it’s like to want my woman. Landon, he’s wanted her and been taken away from her because of how young he is, and now, well, he’s lost her. He’s young. All he has are memories of her.”

  “That’s why I’m sad.”

  “With you I’m going to make more than memories.”

  She glanced over at him.

  “What are you going to make?” she asked, genuinely curious.

  “We’re going to make lots of babies, and I’m going to make you incredibly happy so you don’t think about anything else at all.”

  She kept staring at his face, seeing the determination there. It was kind of surreal to know that he loved her even though she only cared about him. She’d always liked Gideon, and she felt a little guilty that even as he was all in, she had only just realized that they were supposed to be together.

  “If my father was alive, I wouldn’t even be allowed to sit in this car with you,” she said. “He’d have killed you.”

  “I know. It would have been tough. Our families were enemies, but now, Emma, you belong to me.”

  “You’re really not holding back, are you?”

  “I can’t hold back. If witnessing my brother’s pain and anguish is anything to go by, I’m not going to waste a moment. We’re here.”

  He pulled up outside a nightclub. The line to get in the door was so long. As he pulled up, a valet opened her door.

  Before the man could help her out though, Gideon was already there, moving him out of the way. He handed over his car keys. She expected him to go to the back of the line. She should have known better. A Denton didn’t wait for anything.

  He led the way into the nightclub, which was so incredibly loud. The noise seemed to bounce off the walls, and the energy was thriving.

  She looked all around, seeing some women and men in cages dancing. The floor was full to bursting as men and women danced. They were practically fucking each other.

  Gideon took her right to the dance floor, pushing past some of the dancers as he kept a firm hold on her hand. Once he was at the center, he turned, holding her close. One of his knees slid between her thighs. The skirt she wore wasn’t tight, so as he rubbed against her pussy, the skirt went with the movement.

  Biting her lip at the instant hit of pleasure, she stood confused.

  He took control though. Taking her hands, he placed them on his shoulders, making her hold him as he cupped her hips.

  The beat of the music flooded the dance floor, and she held onto him. He wouldn’t let her look away. His gaze captured her, holding her still as she watched him.

  He leaned in close, his lips against her ear. “You’re perfect, you know that,” he said.

  She shook her head.

  “Don’t worry, I’ll spend the rest of my life showing you just how perfect you are.”

  He pulled back, and his hands began to slide up her body. One went to her cheek, cupping her face, the other to the back of her head.

  His gaze landed on her lips as his leg started to move between her thighs. The instant beat of lust hit her between the thighs, and there was no holding back. She was just waiting as pleasure upon pleasure erupted within her. She’d never felt such arousal before.

  Slowly, she began to thrust her hips, moving herself to the beat that was also rubbing his thigh as she did.

  He lowered his head, and as he kissed her lips, he pulled her into this almost trance. His tongue traced across her lips, and she gripped his shoulders. She had no intention of pushing him away.

  The hand on her cheek moved back down, only this time it didn’t go to her hip. He moved down to her ass, squeezing the flesh. She moaned into the kiss, tasting him, wanting him.

  He broke the kiss, trailing his lips to her ear once again.

  “Are
you wet for me?”

  She nodded.

  This had to be the most rebellious thing she’d ever done in her entire life. Kissing a guy that was once her enemy. Now she wanted him. He loved her. She belonged to him, and she didn’t want to stop him.

  Everything was moving so incredibly fast, but for the first time in her life, she didn’t care. She wanted this. His kisses. His hands all over her body.

  She wanted it all.

  Was it selfish? Probably but she wasn’t about to stop this, didn’t want to stop it.

  As he continued to rub between her thighs, the friction wasn’t enough.

  The song changed, moving into one and then the other, and another. Each and every song washed over them.

  This wasn’t enough.

  She was tired of being a virgin.

  It was on the tip of her tongue for him to take her home, but she didn’t want to break the connection.

  She enjoyed his company, and she didn’t want to end that. Stepping back into the Denton household would bring back the pain of Landon, and break this spell forever. She didn’t want that.

  Holding him close, she relished the time they had.

  Because, no matter what, she wanted out, and one day, she’d escape.

  ****

  Closing the door to Owen and Wyatt’s apartment, Gideon saw the confusion on her face.

  “I thought we were going back to your place.”

  “Your brothers are spending the night back at my family home. They’re helping out with Landon. That leaves this place free, and I figured you’d want some time to yourself.” He wanted to strip her down and fuck her.

  From the look in her eyes, she wanted that too.

  She didn’t love him. Not yet. But her attraction was clear to see.

  He didn’t mind for her to be attracted to him, but he wanted it all. The picket fence, all of it.

  Flicking the locks into place on the door, he didn’t avert his gaze as he removed his jacket. With every rub against her sweet pussy, she had nearly come apart, and it had been hypnotic to watch. She was like fire in his arms, and he didn’t want to do anything more than burn with her.

  Neither of them spoke.

  He stared at her.

  Waiting.

  Watching.

  Ready to strike.

  Her nipples were so damn hard they pressed against the front of her blouse, which he’d untucked to help relax her. He’d tossed her jacket onto a chair, leaving it. She wore a skirt that didn’t mold to her thighs, but if she spun in a circle, it would flare out, showing off her thighs. The skirt curved in at the waist as well.

  Her hips flared out, and he wanted her legs wrapped around him as he plowed into her tight, hot pussy.

  She had her hands locked behind her back, thrusting her tits out. Did she even realize what she was doing? How hard she was making him?

  “This is … erm, nice. It’s quiet.”

  “Do you want me to take charge?”

  “What do you mean?”

  “I can see how turned on you are right now. You don’t have to deny it or pretend it isn’t so. I can see it, as clear as anything. You want to fuck. You’re not ready for it, but I can do other things to you. Do you want me to take the choice from you? If so, give it to me freely. Trust me, Emma. I won’t push too far, only when you’re ready.” He leaned against the wall, watching her, waiting.

  She bit her lip, and he saw the indecision in her gaze. It wasn’t a hard choice, but it was a choice she’d have to make.

  “You’ll stop if I ask you to?”

  “I won’t push you to a limit, Emma. I know what I’m doing.”

  Again with the nibbling of the lip, the lust seeming to intensify in her eyes.

  “Yes.”

  They were only three letters, one word, but they were magic to his ears.

  “Take off your clothes.”

  “Now? Like, right now?”

  “Yes, strip down. Slowly. Take your time. There’s no reason to rush. We’re here alone.” He folded his arms, watching her, waiting to see what she’d do. She lifted the hem of her shirt, her fingers teasing along the fabric before finally going to the buttons.

  He saw her hands shake with each touch of the button, and he waited, showing her his patience.

  He wanted to see her naked more than anything, but he didn’t rush her, instead waiting as she slowly revealed herself to him.

  The blouse dropped on the floor, showing off the white lacy bra she’d worn beneath.

  So sexy.

  So Emma.

  And it only served to remind him of her innocence.

  How he wanted to take that innocence from her. To hear her beg him for more as he fucked her, taking her harder, riding her body for all he wanted. He’d show her how good it was to have it rough, all the positions that only heightened her need and arousal. So many plans as he made her fall in love with him.

  But his feelings right now were not relevant.

  All he cared about was her and taking care of her, nothing else.

  “What are you thinking?” he asked as she reached for the zipper on her side.

  “I’m not thinking anything.”

  “Are you wet for me?” he asked.

  She opened her mouth to speak.

  “I want only truth.”

  “Yes.”

  He saw her grit her teeth and couldn’t help but smile. She wasn’t used to being forced to tell the truth. To be honest.

  With him, she’d have no choice.

  The skirt fell around her ankles, and she stepped out.

  Moving from his spot against the wall, he reached her before she could start to remove her bra and panties.

  He still had on his shirt and pants and shoes.

  Emma was nearly naked, her body ready to take him.

  Stroking a finger across her nipple, he heard her gasp. Smiling to himself at how sensitive she actually was, he eased the strap down her arm. He did the other, then together lowered it so her tits popped out.

  The mounds looked so sexy, with large, red nipples. Unable to not have a taste, he sucked on the left beaded flesh, cupping the mound beneath as he sucked on the tit. She filled his mouth perfectly. Flicking his tongue across the tip, he trailed a path between the valley, going to her other nipple, lavishing it with the same attention.

  She moaned his name, but he didn’t stop.

  He kept on licking at her tits, loving the taste of them. He couldn’t get enough as he released the clasp of her bra.

  Running his hand from her back down to the panties, he gripped the fabric and heard it tear as he threw it to the side.

  She now stood before him completely naked.

  Taking her hand, he led her back into her bedroom. He found what he was looking for and moved her into position. He nudged her bed out of the way, sitting on the floor.

  Not once did he let up on her hand and moved her to the floor between his thighs.

  “What’s happening?” she asked.

  “You’re a virgin.” He kissed her shoulder. “And I’m going to show you how to take care of your pussy.”

  “Gideon?”

  “Don’t pretend you know. I bet your parents didn’t even tell you what to do, and living with your brothers, they wouldn’t exactly show you. When I’m not around, I want my woman to take care of her needs. Every single time you touch yourself and you come, afterward, I want you to phone me. To tell me what you were thinking about.” He lifted one of her legs over his, and did the same with the other, spreading his legs wide so that she had no choice. She was open, exposed.

  The mirror didn’t lie.

  Her pussy was already glistening.

  “Now, Emma, I want you to watch.” He placed a hand on her stomach, waiting for her to look at their reflections.

  He was so much bigger than she was as he sat behind her. His back leaned against the bed as he held her.

  He’d have paid good money just for this, just to have her in his arms.
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  Slowly, he slid his hand down her body, running the tips of his fingers through the fine hair coating her pussy.

  So wet.

  “I want you to spread your pussy lips for me. Show me that sweet little cunt.”

  She did it for him, not putting up a fight.

  “Look at that. Look at how pretty you are.”

  “Gideon,” she said, moaning.

  “I know, baby, I know.” He stroked a finger between her slit, and she gasped, her body shaking against the pleasure.

  He teased down to her entrance. Remembering she was a virgin, and wanting to break through that cherry with his cock, he pulled back and continued to tease across her clit, watching her, waiting to see her come apart.

  Each moan only served to arouse him even more. He didn’t want to stop.

  “You play with your clit, and once I take your virginity, we’re going to come right back here, Emma, and sit in front of this mirror. You’re going to watch my cock as I drive inside you, and you’re going to tease yourself. You’ll come all over my cock. You’re so close now. I can see how ready you are.”

  With his other hand, he cupped her tits.

  “I don’t want you to ever hide from this. I know how much you want to come right now. Do so. I’m right here. I want to see it.”

  He stroked her clit with two fingers, driving her higher and higher with every passing second. When she came apart, the sight of it was so incredibly beautiful as far as he was concerned.

  She screamed his name, the sound echoing off the walls of her bedroom.

  It was the sweetest noise he’d ever heard.

  When she couldn’t take anymore, he pulled his fingers from her pussy, lifting them to his mouth and sucking on them. So tasty, just as he knew his woman would be.

  Once his fingers were cleaned, he cupped her face, tilting her head back, and smiling into her eyes.

  “Want to go again?” he asked.

  Chapter Seven

  Two weeks later

  Emma stood outside of Landon’s room, a tray of food in her arms and nerves unlike anything she’d felt. The past two weeks had been … crazy.

  Well, not really crazy, but her life had taken a turn someway down the road.

  She stared at the wooden door as she thought about Gideon.

 

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