Razor's Mark: (Marked Book 1)

by Gracie Meadows

  “Isn’t he a ray of sunshine?” Razor mumbled to himself.

  “He’s not that bad. Maybe a little overprotective, but he looks after everyone. It’s how he is.”

  “Doesn’t mean I have to like it.”

  “He isn’t the one you have to worry about,” she said softly.

  “Really? Why’s that, kitten?” Looking at her square in the face, he saw a small blush creep over her.

  “Umm, never mind. Food. Yes, food is good. I can cook us something. They brought steaks. So steak and potatoes?” She looked so hopeful waiting for his response that he nodded. Walking over to her, Razor wrapped his arms around her before kissing the top of her head.

  “Gonna place the guns in the room along with the other stuff.” Grabbing the bag, he left the room.

  Razor needed a minute to process everything. He always knew that someone was out to get her, and this is one of the very few time he acted protective. She was his and no one, and he meant no one, would take her. Now he just had to convince her that he was the best choice for her after all this mess was over with.

  Chapter Eighteen

  It was day four and so far Razor hadn’t kicked in a wall. He wasn’t used to not doing anything. The need to work and make himself useful was almost overwhelming. Faith was starting to feel it as well. At least she had her books. A few times, he found her blushing and breathing harder as she flicked through the pages. Last night was particularly fun. That simple memory made him smile.

  “Sit still.”

  “Sorry,” she mumbled, but her legs rubbed together. Oh, so she was at a good part.

  He found out she had been reading a lot of books lately; some he didn’t understand. Why would a woman need two men? Hell, he was enough to satisfy any woman without worrying about another dude’s junk.

  “Seriously?” She did it again and sighed then turned off her Kindle. “I take it it was a good part.”

  “The whole book is good.”

  “The one from last night? The ménage book?”

  “Oh no. That one was hot, but this is a different one.”

  “Really?”

  “Yeah.” But her gaze turned and looked out the window.

  “That good, huh. I can be better.” He didn’t need to elaborate. He was well aware of his sexual prowess. And Faith liked it any way he gave it. Looking at her, he wondered now what she was reading. Quickly he grabbed her Kindle and clicked it on.

  “Hey, that’s mine,” she said, trying to grab it back, but he was already reading it.

  Huh, so this one was tied up and used at his whim. Oh yeah, he liked that idea.

  “Hmm, someone likes a little D/s. Does kitten need to be spanked and fucked?”

  “It’s not like that. There is romance, and there is…”

  “Sex, lots of sex. I get it. Seriously, though, how many men does this chick need?” He kept reading on and on about the different men taking her. One in her ass, one in her pussy, and one in her mouth. Damn woman was like a stuffed turkey on Thanksgiving. But the thought of tying Faith up did appeal to him.

  Turning the book off and dropping it on the couch, he stood and held out his hand.

  “Come.”

  “Umm, Razor, I…” she was stammering.

  “Now, kitten.” She didn’t hesitate then and placed her hand in his.

  Pulling her to him, he bent and took her in a demanding kiss that made her gasp and moan into him. She tasted of mint with a hint of coffee. Pulling her even closer he ended the kiss, leaving her breathless and dazed. He ground his hips suggestively into her stomach to let her know how hard he was.

  So she wanted some excitement? He was happy to give it to her. Looking around he spotted an oversized chair with arms. An idea formed as he pulled her over to it before he sat down.

  “Strip.” She looked at him with heavy eyes, but the request he had given her threw her for a moment.

  “I don’t know.” She bit her bottom lip looking nervous. He could solve that. Finding the small radio that was their only form of entertainment, he found a station with music.

  “Yes, you do. I want my show.” She lowered her head slightly, and he was afraid she was going to stop, but she surprised him and peeled off her socks. Merlin had provided extra clothes for them, which included some dresses for Faith. However, her feet always seemed to be cold, so she had been wearing socks in the house. The dress she had on was a simple blue and white with buttons.

  She lifted her head and a small smile graced her face before she started to sway her hips to the rhythm of the song. Razor was able to tell right away that she was nervous and maybe even scared. Nimble fingers started to unbutton the top part of her dress. . As the material parted, the pale blue of her new lace bra peeked through and her breasts played peek-a-boo.

  Once the top three buttons were undone, she slipped the strap off one shoulder, then the other. Small acts, yet erotic to watch. She was playing with him. As the second strap fell off her shoulder, so did the rest of the dress. It pooled at her feet leaving her standing in a matching, pale blue, lace bra and what he hoped was a thong. It seemed whoever had bought her clothes thought she needed those. He would have to send a personal thank you note.

  “Keep going.” His voice had taken on a husky tone, as she continued to dance for him. She reached behind her and unclasped her bra, but left the shoulder straps on. She lowered her head and let the garment fall to sit atop her dress, leaving her in only her small panties. The sun peeked through the curtains bathing her in a soft glow. She was beautiful.

  “The rest. I want you naked.” Faith did as told and lowered them too. Soon she was gloriously naked before him.

  “Good. Now tell me, kitten; are you wet?”

  “I- umm.”

  “Touch yourself and tell me.” Once again, she bit her lower lip. He could already tell she wasn’t going to do it. Standing, he stood toe to toe with her, letting the heat of her body be absorbed by his. He lifted his hand, placing his finger under her chin, bringing her head up to look at him. Lowering his head, he kept their kiss light; teasing; playing with her. When she went to deepen the kiss, he pulled away.

  “No.” Spinning her, he pushed her onto the chair. Her girlish squeak made him laugh. “Stay there.”

  Heading into the kitchen, he found some rope. Walking back to the living room, he saw her sitting, legs together. That wouldn’t do. Grabbing one wrist, he grabbed her sock and covered it before wrapping the rope around it. But he grabbed her knee and tied them together with her wrist before tying them off to the side of the chair. Running the rope under the chair, he did the same to the left side. Soon she was tied down to the chair; legs spread wide. Oh, he liked this a lot.

  "Now, you can answer me. Are you wet?” he asked as he ran his hands up and down her inner legs.

  A small whimper sounded letting him know she wanted this as well. Doing it once and then twice, making sure to play with the small hairs covering her mound, but not touching her where he knew she wanted. Instead, he ran his hands up to find her nipples. Her breasts pushed into his greedy hands while he twisted and pulled making her moan. Releasing them once again, he focused on her pussy, which now glistened with her juices. Sliding a single finger down to her lips, he played with her clit for a second. Her eyes closed as she gave into him.

  Faith didn’t know what to expect when Razor had taken her book away. She couldn’t even remember the name of the author, or the book, but it was hot. When she’d looked up at him, his eyes had been heavy with lust and wanting. Never in her life had anyone made her feel the way he did. Her body sprang to life just from his look alone.

  Doing the small dance, she felt sexy, and slightly empowered, especially when he kept a calm look on his face, but the tent in his jeans proved she was doing something right. But his request that she touch herself? That was nerve-wracking.

  Then he’d tied her up; exposing her to him to do whatever he wanted. Razor never took
his eyes off hers, but the feeling of his tongue on her, then in her, made her jump and push into him. The rope held her steady as she tugged. The small burn on her knee did nothing as he licked and sucked her until she begged.

  “Please, Razor, please.” She was begging, she didn’t have a clue what, but she needed something, and only he could give it to her.

  “Not yet, kitten. Gotta get my snack. Come on, baby, come on my face. I want to drink you all up.” Again, he was persistent with his sucking. His damn hands joined the play but didn’t go into her pussy like she would have thought. Instead, a slick finger pushed into her ass. The slight burn felt good and made her want more.

  He fucked her with his mouth while one then two fingers pushed into her backside. More, she needed more. Just like she asked, he pushed his tongue into her hole, while his thumb moved rapidly over her clit and his fingers in her ass moved faster. Screaming his name, she came and came.

  She was wrung out, but she didn’t miss the sound of his zipper. Then he was pushing his cock into her. He slid into her while her walls gripped him tight. His groan emanated out of him sending delicious shivers to her already overexcited pussy. He held himself steady while he grabbed the side of the chair. That’s when he started to thrust. Pulling out and then slamming back into her; making the chair jolt backward. He continued with the same pattern until he pulled out of her completely.

  “I found something in the kitchen.” He held up a bottle of what looked like lube.

  She wondered where he’d found it, but she didn’t say anything. A cool liquid dripped down her crack, and his fingers pushed into her backside making a scissoring motion, trying to stretch her. She’d read enough books to know that if a man really wanted to fuck a woman’s ass, she needed to be stretched. Then she felt another slight sting as a third finger joined the other two. He continued to rub slow circles on her clit, never letting her come fully down from her high.

  “Push out.” That was the only warning she got when she felt the tip of his cock breach her hole. Shit, the burn, and sting were more than his fingers. She didn’t know if she could do this. But looking at him, watching as their bodies joined together, she realized she could. He made small movements, adding more lube as he pulled out and slid back inside.

  When he was finally seated inside of her fully, he held still. Not moving, just looking at her. The look was hot, heady with his desire for her. He made her feel wanton, desired, lustful, yet safe and cherished in a way no one ever had. With his eyes locked on her, he pulled out and slid easily back into her ass. The feeling was alien and made her feel full, but it did things to her. Made her want more.

  “Please,” she begged.

  “Please what, kitten?” He smirked at her.

  “Move, something. I need to come. I need…”

  “I know what you need.” He leaned over her staying buried inside as he kissed her long, hard, and deep. “You need to be fucked raw. I want you to remember me when this is over and think of me when you read those books. It was me that fucked your hot little cunt, and it’s me now fucking your tight ass. No one else. Only me,” he growled before biting her lower lip.

  She couldn’t stop her moan as he pulled out while he held onto the side of the chair. That was when he picked up speed. Their sweat-soaked skin made smacking sounds as he pounded her with steady thrusts. As he held onto the chair, he moved one hand and started strumming her clit with small, well placed circles as he fucked her dark hole.

  She couldn’t hold on anymore, the feeling was overwhelming, and she screamed out his name as he gave her everything he had; pounding into her so hard the chair moved forward and away from him.

  He came quickly and loudly, calling her name as he emptied himself inside her. His head rested on her chest as they both panted and waited to cool down. There was no going back after him. He’d officially ruined her for all other men.

  *****

  Faith tried to sit still, but her bottom was still sore from the day before. Maybe that was a good thing. It seemed to calm Razor down some, and they both slept like the dead afterward.

  Looking at the clock, she noted it was dinnertime. No time like now to start cooking. She figured they had about two more days before Michael showed up with news. Until then, she was enjoying the time she had to get to know Razor. After all, how lucky can one girl be to get stuck with a hot man who knew how to make her body tingle in ways she could have never imagined.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Finally, day seven had come. There were times when it seemed that no matter what they did, he was either bored out of his mind or enjoying the solitude. Faith helped a lot with all that. She seemed to know when he started to get wound up. Never in his life was there ever a woman so attuned to his needs. Sure, he was an ass to everyone, but she seemed to understand him and either called him on his shit or went with it.

  And the sex. Hell, his dick had never been so happy. He had taken her in various places all over the house, in many different positions, and he was always coming up with something new. She challenged him; made him want more.

  Maybe after this was all over she would still want to see him. He wasn’t going to let her go. Razor had already made up his mind that she needed a damn keeper. Her mind worked in ways many other’s didn’t. She would slip into Wonderland when she was stuck on something and who knew what would happen if someone didn’t snap her out of it. The thought made him sick to his stomach.

  “So Michael and the rest of the Hellhounds should be here today or tomorrow. Not sure the day they were to do it or what they were to do. It sucks not having the news,” Faith said.

  Yeah, didn’t he know it. He also needed to get ahold of Sparkle. Who knew what was going on at the shop. There wasn’t a doubt in his mind that he still had a job, but his appointments didn’t know that. He had several people coming in to finish things up. Sure, the others could do it, but it wasn’t his work.

  “Yeah, maybe they could bring more coffee. Hell, even more booze. Think we drank the last of it last night,” he joked, because it wasn’t her, it was him.

  “Ha, ha, ha. I wish we could leave. I know this must be driving you nuts.” They had talked a lot. There were so many things they had in common, yet they were worlds apart.

  “Okay, we need to talk about something because I don’t have any other books to read.”

  “No books, how can that be?” he said mockingly. He knew she had been reading on and off since they arrived at the safe house.

  “No internet to connect to and download more. I think me reading as much as I have been is a record.”

  “Okay fine, what do you want to talk about?” He started to munch on some of the nuts they had found.

  “I don’t know. Oh, I got it. If you were to do something on me what would it be?”

  “Something? What like a piercing or tattoo?”

  “Yeah, which would you do and where?” Hmm, this did send his mind running. So many things he would love to do on her, but she was pure and sweet and extremely innocent compared to most people.

  “As much as I would love for you to get your nipples or tongue pierced, it wouldn’t be you.”

  “My tongue?” She seemed confused.

  “Yeah, it’s hot. I should get mine done now. But the feeling of you sucking me off with a little ball on that wicked tongue would be fucking hot.” Shit, now he was the one squirming in his seat.

  “Yeah, that sounds, umm, nice. But you’re right; it’s not me. And the other piercings, well, you know, I’m kinda sensitive already.” He watched as she blushed.

  “Oh, I know, kitten. I know.” He gave her a wicked grin. Her nipples were his favorite pastime.

  “Okay, so umm, that leaves what, a tattoo?”

  “Yeah, you could handle one. A small one. Maybe on your back or hipbone. Small and cute would suit you.”

  “What if I want something bigger?”

  “I don’t think you could handle it.” He lif
ted her shirt and rubbed an area he knew would make her squirm. “Right here, I would mark you.”

  “There?” Her voice became raspy.

  “Oh, yeah. It would hurt, but not too bad. I would distract you.”

  “Okay. So what would I, umm, be getting?”

  “That’s the tricky part. There are so many things you could do. Maybe a computer,” her nose stitched up; she didn’t like that idea. “I won’t do a plain butterfly or stars or the small stupid shit everyone else has.” No, he would never mark her that way. When he did mark her flawless skin, it would be something that fit her, and was for her and her alone.

  “Okay. But I like girly stuff too.”

  “I know, kitten, but you can get those later.” He continued to rub small circles on her skin. He knew he was getting to her.

  “So if you had your wicked way?” she raised an eyebrow up at me. Oh, she was playing with him, huh.

  “Well, let’s see. Maybe I could put a-” he was cut off by the sounds of bikes rolling up. Seemed that their fun time was going to be interrupted. He told her to go to the backroom like they had planned before. He made sure to hand her a smaller gun; one she would be able to handle if she needed it.

  The bikes slowed to a stop. He waited behind the counter; gun held out, ready to shoot if need be. The other guns were taped in various areas around the house. It was just another fun game they played. Nothing like hide and seek to bring out various thoughts.

  The sound of the door opening and voices yelling had him standing ready.

  “Yo, Razor, it’s us. Come on out. We have a situation.” He listened to the voice he knew, but couldn’t place.

  “Who the hell is there?” He didn’t want to take any chances.