by Piper Stone
I gazed all the way to her toes and back to her face before yanking the shirt over her shoulders and head, tossing it as she gasped then immediately covered her breasts.
“Who am I? I’m one dangerous man. The sooner you realize that the better. And this bad man is going to fulfill his promise. He is going to fuck you.” Jerking her arms out of the way, I cupped her breasts, pulling her forward once again as I lowered my head, darting my tongue back and forth around one taut nipple.
“Oh…” Her single whimper only added fuel to the fire. “I don’t understand.”
I licked and sucked before moving to her other breast as she grasped my forearms, digging her nails into my skin. As I nipped her tender flesh, she slammed one fist against my chest, undulating her body. I danced my fingers down her stomach, sliding my hand between her legs. Her panties were soaked. I shifted my hand up and down, enjoying the friction as well as her juice slickening my hand.
“Yeah. I think you do,” I managed.
Her moans became scattered, her body trembling with every touch. When I slipped a single finger under the thin elastic of her pretty panties, she tensed but opened her legs wider. I swirled the tip around her clit, barely able to contain my hunger. I was ready to ravage her, taking her in every hole.
I pushed her over the back of the couch, rubbing my fingers down her spine before sliding the edges of her panties down her luscious reddened bottom, taking my time to lower them to the floor. Her scent was even more pronounced, my mouth watering at the thought of driving my tongue deep inside, licking up every drop of her cream.
After yanking the panties aside, I opened her legs as wide as possible then tapped her heated bottom. “Stay in position for me or I’ll be forced to discipline you again.” I smacked her bottom once before dropping to the floor, running my hands along the insides of her thighs. The feel of her soft skin was almost overwhelming, something I’d missed more than I realized.
She did as she was told, her panting turning into raspy moans as I cupped her bottom, lifting her just off the floor. My hunger knew no bounds and I buried my head between her legs, licking up and down her pussy with wild abandon.
“Oh, oh. Oh!”
Every sound she made energized every cell, the taste of her sweet ambrosia. I rubbed my thumb around her clit as I licked, lapping up her delicious cream.
Her legs shaking, she kicked them out when I shoved two then three fingers deep inside, flexing them open as I plunged hard and fast. She was so tight, the heat soaring through my fingers and hand. Her muscles clamped around the invasion, drawing me in deeper.
I drove into her brutally as I continued to tease her clit, enjoying the way she reacted, goosebumps floating along every inch of her beautiful body. I continued my actions for several minutes, yanking her to the very edge of an orgasm then issuing languishing licks, sucking on her tender tissue.
“God… I…” Her words were scattered, sentences never finished, her body lying limp over the back of the couch.
My control was slipping, my need increasing to the point I wasn’t going to be able to hold back much longer. I wanted her to explode, to come on my tongue, spilling her juice into my mouth. I needed her to release before I fucked her long and hard.
When her body tensed once again, I thrust all four fingers inside, adoring her cries of pleasure.
“I’m going to… Come. I can’t…” She jerked up from the couch, her body shaking involuntarily as the climax rushed into her system.
I held her tightly, sucking up every drop as a single orgasm turned into a second. Her pussy cream was like the juice of the gods. I pumped my fingers deep inside once again, savoring her moans. “That’s it. Come for me.”
Whimpering, she lost it again, tossing her head back and forth.
When she stopped shaking, I rose to my feet, yanking at my belt buckle and zipper, fighting to free my cock.
She lifted her head, looking over her shoulder, her eyes opening wide again. “You’re really going to fuck me?”
“Yes, I am.”
When I slid the tip of my cock against her slickened folds, she let off a series of guttural sounds, just as animalistic as mine had been. I teased her for several seconds, rubbing the tip up and down until my hunger became too intense. I gripped her hips, guiding my cockhead just inside. The feel of her wet heat drove me to an insatiable point almost immediately. I threw my head back and roared as I thrust the entire length of my shaft inside.
“Oh, fuck. Oh…” She threw her hand back, panting as I pulled out, slamming into her again. “So big. Jesus. So damn big.”
“And you’re so wet.” I kept my cock inside, fighting to control my breathing. The way she reacted was incredible, driving me to the point of ravaging her like a savage.
Moaning, she undulated her hips, bucking against me.
I smacked her bottom several times, delighting in the heat covering my hand. There wasn’t a part of my body that wasn’t on fire, every cell exploding.
She was tight, her muscles clenching then releasing over and over again. I was crazed with my desire, plunging in long and even strokes, driving to the very core of her. Blinded by my need, I dug my fingers into her skin, yanking her back with every brutal thrust.
“Uh. Uh. Uh. Uh,” she whimpered, taking gasping breaths.
I continued the pace for several minutes, beads of sweat sliding down both sides of my face. When it was obvious that she was ready to climax again, I pumped harder and faster, the force slamming her against the back of the couch.
She screamed, clawing the fabric. “Oh. My. God.”
I refused to stop, her single climax turning into a second. I smacked her several additional times, thrusting in as deep as possible.
Panting, she dropped her head, a nervous laugh bubbling from her mouth.
Fisting her hair, I resumed plunging brutally, my aching balls slapping against her.
“Yes. Yes. Yes,” she screamed, arching her back and meeting every rough thrust.
Her body convulsing dragged me to the point of no return. Stars floating in front of my eyes, I heard my savage roars as my balls filled with cum. When I erupted deep within her, every cell in my body exploded from the fire sweeping through me.
Almost instantly her body tensed as she tried to stifle her moans. When I pulled out, I could sense she felt a round of embarrassment.
She slipped past me, grabbing her things, still shaking as she rushed to cover herself. I had no idea what to say to her. While our attraction was off the chain, the experience as beautiful as it had been wild, we didn’t know each other. What the hell had I been thinking in taking her?
Her footsteps were silent as she moved further away, a pensive look on her face.
I turned away from her on purpose, rubbing perspiration from my forehead. My heart and mind ached, the heavy weight on my chest suffocating.
“I thought you were hurt. That’s why I…” Her words trailing off, her nervous laughter shoved a knife into my gut.
Yeah, I was a very bad man.
I hated the fact her voice was so damn soothing. I’d been nothing but an asshole to her and she was attempting to comfort me. I slapped my hand on the stone mantel, trying to control my ragged breathing.
“I’m fine. Just… If you need an extra blanket, there’s one in the closet. Just go to bed.”
I sensed she wanted to say something else. Fortunately, she thought better of doing so.
“I will tell you this, Mitch, or whatever your real name is. You are going to tell me the truth one way or the other. I might be a monster to you, but I am an honorable man and what I treasure the most is truth. If you can’t trust me, then as soon as the storm clears, I’ll take you back to your truck and help you get it out of the snow then send you on your way. If you’re in some kind of danger, then you need to be honest with me and I’ll do what I can to help you. This is a one-time offer and there is no middle ground so think about it overnight. Whatever your decision, you won’t be allowe
d to change your mind. Got it?”
I heard nothing. Not a sigh. Not a mouthy comment like I would have expected. She was an absolute brat, but whatever she was holding deep inside had her terrified that I was one of them.
Even though we’d fucked like wild animals.
I sucked in my breath, trying to curtail a range of emotions, some of which I had no intention of displaying.
A few seconds later, I snapped my head in the direction of the hallway. She’d disappeared.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Who the hell was I to lecture her?
I slumped against the mantel, loathing the man I’d become. What in the hell was I going to do?
I snagged the gun, taking it with me as I moved toward the front door. I didn’t bother grabbing my coat before walking outside. The biting cold was just what I needed.
And what I deserved.
I was a bad man with no right to have any comforts. None.
The same ugly thoughts shifted into my mind from before. Now, coupled with what had just occurred, I didn’t know who I was any longer.
As I moved toward the railing, staring out at the blackened night, even the freezing temperatures seemed to have no effect. I couldn’t think or breathe, had no right to have a warm fire, food or liquor to keep me nourished. As the ice pellets hit my face, I let off an intense roar, the wind carrying the sound toward the forest of trees.
Snake.
He’d been the gregarious one. The lover of practical jokes and junk food. He’d taken in a stray dog and tried to keep the rest of us on the straight and narrow. He’d lost his life because of his love of his fellow Marines.
And because I’d made the wrong call, allowing Snake to be hit by enemy fire. If only I’d performed my task as I had every other, my buddy would still be alive.
I had no idea how long I’d remained outside, but by the time I walked back into the cabin, ice was clinging to the majority of my shirt. What the fuck did I care? I didn’t even feel the effects of the storm. When I walked closer to the fire, my eyes finally able to focus, I was forced to stop short.
My mysterious and beautiful visitor, the woman I’d just fucked like some crazed man had picked up the glass, poured another round then brought out a blanket and a pillow. I was thrown more than I wanted to admit. My gait unsteady, I walked down the hallway to find a closed door, a warm glow of light coming from underneath. Very slowly I turned the knob, peering inside. The little brat was on her side, her long hair splayed out over the pillow, the small lamp by the bed remaining on.
I stood over her for a full minute watching her sleep. I should try to say something to her, but I had no idea what if anything would matter. She was an interloper and nothing more. I had to keep that in the back of my mind.
Then I turned off the lamp, moving silently toward the door. The rustle of bedding created a wave of desire slithering through my entire body. My cock ached all over again, my balls tightening. Christ. The woman had charged every dead cell in my body.
“Would you mind if I left the light on? I don’t like the darkness.” She said the words so quietly that I had to struggle to understand them. I also sensed more truth in them than almost anything else she’d said.
Her voice was haunting, the soft, velveteen tone further fueling the dirty thoughts and longing. “Of course not, but you’re safe here. That much I’ll promise you.” There was no reason for me to hesitate, but I did until I heard the click of the light as well as another rustle of the sheets.
When I closed the door, I snarled.
Safe.
She’d just happened upon the most unsafe location in Montana. After all, she was forced to share a roof with a murderer.
Chapter 4
Mitch
Danger.
It loomed all around me, smothering in the same way it had been before. I ached all over, the rough sex both incredible and freeing as well as a reminder that I might never be able to live my life normally ever again. Why did the man affect me so much? How had he managed to get underneath my skin in such a short period of time? I shuddered as visions of him eased into my mind. Jesus. I remained aroused.
Sighing, I tried to get comfortable under the covers. The wind continued to howl as I stared up at the ceiling, unable to fall asleep. My thoughts drifted from Reaper to the rainy night only a couple of months before.
“You can run, little girl, but there is nowhere on this planet you can hide from me. Me. Do you hear me? You’re going to have your day with the devil, and I assure you I will enjoy taking every inch of you my way.” He made a slurping sound that echoed even as I ran hard and fast, tears running down my face. The asshole had made this a game, allowing me to feel a hint of safety then hunting me down like some kind of prey.
When he howled like a wolf, I slumped against the side of a building, pressing my hands over my ears. I couldn’t allow the asshole to get to me. I had to keep running.
Run. Run. Run!
God. There was nowhere I could run, even to another state.
Turning over, I winced as my panties continued to scratch my heated buttocks. I still felt the effects of the spanking accompanied by his scent lingering all over me, creating a blanket formed by the rugged, dangerous man. Who was this guy and what the hell was he doing all the way up here alone if he hadn’t been sent by one of Giordani’s thugs?
I played over every move I’d made during the last forty-eight hours. I was certain I hadn’t been followed outside of the city and no one could know the location of the cabin. Not unless I’d been betrayed by the district attorney or my best girlfriend, although I’d been vague in my description of where I was going. No, I couldn’t believe either one of them would say anything. Unless Giordani had found Jessica.
Oh, God. Oh… I’d taken every precaution, had met her at an undisclosed location to tell her I was leaving for a little while. There was nothing connecting me to my best friend, but somehow Giordani had found out every detail of my life, the asshole even managing to threaten me from jail. He’d staked out my apartment, just standing outside then walking away. He’d found me at work, coming in and talking with the receptionist before leaving. Then he’d tampered with my car. All in an effort to scare me to death.
And his efforts had worked damn well.
I was sick to my stomach, my throat closing all over again. I’d been so stupid to think I could run away. Stupid. The asshole wouldn’t stop until he found me one way or the other.
Moaning, I yanked the covers over my head, still struggling to breathe. Now I was stuck with a man I didn’t know yet had allowed to fuck me.
A laugh bubbled to the surface.
“Great going, Mitch baby. You have finally lost your mind.”
But everything about the larger than life brute screamed dominance as well as protection. I had no doubt Reaper could use the gun he carried. I also had no doubt that he would refuse to allow me to stay without answers. A man of honor. Was that the truth or was this just another more complicated game Giordani had created?
One thing was completely certain in my mind. I’d walked into a lion’s den. Would Reaper devour or kill me in the end?
As I closed my eyes, I pushed the past out of my mind, allowing visions of the few passionate moments to slide into the forefront.
His chiseled jaw.
His muscular arms.
His kissable lips.
His big, fat cock.
An involuntary smile crossed my face as I began to drift off, allowing the images to remain as well as filthy thoughts to linger.
Spank me.
Taste me.
Fuck me.
Own… me…
Boom!
“Oh, God!” I jerked up, the cracking noise waking me from a dead sleep. He’d found me. No. No. No! The darkness was oppressive, suffocating me as much as whatever was holding me down. I’d been found and caged. I was imprisoned. I was… Taking several ragged breaths, I forced myself to calm down as I tried to think. Where the hel
l was I? What was going on?
My head ached and I blinked several times in an effort to try to see anything in the blackness. Finally, a few shadows came into view, my other senses heightened. I could hear howling wind, a slamming of something against the building. Okay. The mountains. Snow. A cabin.
One rugged and dangerous man.
And treachery.
I’d left the light on. The monster had found me. I crawled my fingers over my torso, realizing the covers had been wound around my legs in my sleep. After fumbling, I was finally able to slide out of bed, my bare feet hitting the very cold floor. The shadows encroaching upon everything were ominous, keeping the wave of fear tickling every inch of my body, forcing horrible thoughts into my head. What if Giordani’s thugs had killed Reaper?
Think clearly. Then you’d already be dead.
Or worse.
Giordani’s last threat, or what he’d called a promise, had been that he would find me. Then he would keep me as his private pet. I shivered from a combination of the cold and the horrible reckoning occurring in my mind. I would kill myself before allowing that to happen.
I made my way forward, my hip hitting a heavy piece of furniture. I finally found a doorknob and turned, slowly opening the door. The slight creak made me wince. I had to be as silent as possible if I wanted to survive. Panting, I bit back a moan as I made my way down the hall, trying to remember the layout of the cabin. My head ached from the amount of liquor I’d had as well as sheer exhaustion.
You can do this. You can.
My inner voice wasn’t helping me in the least.
A warm orange glow finally cut through the darkness, allowing me to make out additional shapes as I made my way to the end of the hall. I stopped just short of the living room, carefully peering around the corner. No one was there. No one. Reaper was gone. Oh, God. No!
A slight squeal involuntarily left my lips even as I tried to suck it back. I could see his weapon remaining on the table. If I could make my way and grab it, maybe I’d have a chance. After that, I had no idea what the hell I could do except kill the bastards. I listened for any sounds. Hearing nothing but the crackling of what was left of the fire, I took tentative steps into the room, darting my head back and forth.