Grabbed by Vicious: 1

by Lopez, Lolita

  He tugged her mouth close for a kiss. “All yours, Kitten.”

  “Thank you,” she whispered in between kisses.

  “You’re welcome, but please try to keep the forgery to a minimum.” His teasing smile warmed her heart.

  “I’ll try.”

  Their playful, light kisses quickly turned intense. The pencils and paper were dropped to her lap and then pushed out of the way as she straddled Vicious. The boxes thumped as they hit the floor. Vicious held her face as he kissed her like a wild man, his tongue darting inside her mouth and his lips pinning her in place. She clutched at his shoulders. “Vicious…”

  He wasted no time jerking the shirt free from her body. Naked but for her collar, she flicked through the buttons on his uniform top and tugged it out of the waistband of his pants. He shrugged his arms and let the shirt fall to the floor. Wanting to taste him, she bent and swirled her tongue over his nipple. If it felt good to her, maybe it would for him too.

  “Ah!’ Vicious growled with surprise as she sucked hard on the brown nub. She grazed his sensitive skin with her teeth and jumped to the other side. He groaned loudly as she licked and sucked. When he’d had enough of her sensual torment, he pulled her mouth back to his. His tongue plunged deep and he nibbled her lower lip.

  Those big hands of his roamed her curves. He palmed her breasts and played with her nipples, eliciting the same sighs and gasps she had from him. His hand moved between her thighs. Already she was so wet for him. Two fingers penetrated her. She rocked on his hand and clawed at his arms. “Vicious! Oh!”

  He teethed her neck and bit down on her shoulder as his thumb brushed her clit. “So wet and hot,” he whispered. “Can’t wait to taste your sweet pussy again.”

  She whimpered at his dirty talk. “Vicious.”

  “Tell me.” He urged her to embrace the wicked side. “Tell me you want me to put my tongue in your cunt.”

  She couldn’t. “I—”

  His fingers found that spot inside her pussy that made her see stars. “Say it, Kitten.”

  “Put your tongue in my pussy.” The other word she couldn’t say, not yet.

  Vicious didn’t seem to mind. He groaned with such need and quickly reversed their positions so that she sat on the couch. He knelt on the floor and grasped her feet. He pushed her knees up toward her ears and forced her thighs wide open for his oral assault. She hooked her arms around her calves, desperate for something to hold onto as he dropped his mouth to her pussy.

  “Love this clit,” he murmured and flicked his tongue over it. She yelped as he lashed her, his skillful tongue mastering her pussy as only he could. Two fingers slid inside her, stretching her small passage as they glided in and out. “Can’t get enough of you, Hallie.”

  That made two of them. She craved Vicious every second of every minute of the day. It was a strange thing to go from being totally independent to needing another person. “Ah!”

  Vicious slurped her clit between his lips, his mouth making long, slow pulls on the pink pearl. When he released it, blood rushed back into the tissues. She cried out as he fluttered his tongue over the sensitive swollen kernel. Those fingers inside her pussy thrust faster now and more shallow. It felt so different than the usual deep penetration but ever so good. “Oh! Oh! Please!”

  He groaned against her clit. The tiny vibrations set her off. She shouted his name as her climax struck. Hips rocking and belly trembling, she reveled in the ecstasy of it. She was still shuddering with aftershocks when he unbuckled his belt, lowered his zipper and freed that huge cock. His height worked to his advantage in this position because they were perfectly aligned.

  Kneeling there between her thighs, he guided his shaft into her, the thick head breaching her ever so slowly. He held tight to her thighs as he thrust. She gripped the arms of the chair. Vicious captured her gaze, his eyes smoky with lust, and took his time with his thrusts, each one measured and deep.

  He licked two fingers and lowered them to her clit. He lightly pinched and rolled the little bud between them. She tossed her head back at the sheer decadence of it. With every movement, the silver ring dangling from her collar whacked the thicker, harder leather. It jingled in time with his thrusts. He manipulated her clit so skillfully. Her toes fell to his shoulders and curled into his hot skin. He changed the angle of his penetration and she almost died. “Vicious!”

  “Come for me, Kitten. Let me feel this tight pussy squeezing my cock.”

  “Uh! Uh!” She chased her climax as those two fingers drove her crazy. They sped up and applied the right amount of pressure. She came with a strangled cry, her whole body bursting with pleasure. Her nipples grew so hard they ached but still wave after wave of ecstasy rippled through her.

  Vicious didn’t come with her. He continued to thrust right through her climax. The second she relaxed, he picked her up, turned her around and placed her facedown over the chair’s arm. Before she could even process how quickly he’d moved, he spread her thighs and thrust inside her again. Her toes came up off the ground.

  “Vicious! Ah! Vicious!”

  There was nothing gentle or tender about their coupling now. His hips snapped fast and his massive cock pounded her pussy. He had an arm around her waist while the fingers of one hand spanned her cheek. He kissed her temple and whispered the filthiest things in her ear as he fucked her like some wild beast.

  And she loved it. She absolutely loved it.

  “Oh! Harder! More!” The words spilling from her lips shocked her as much as they did him. Some primal part of her brain had been activated. She liked this rough, out-of-control side of Vicious. She wanted more of it.

  He growled behind her, his hot body pressed so tightly to hers it was hard to tell where she ended and he began “Take me, Hallie. Take my cock.”

  “Yes! Yes!”

  His fingers tangled in her hair now. He pulled tight enough to make her scalp burn. His other hand found her nipples. He pinched them hard enough to make her yelp but not enough to hurt. Her clit was pressed against the arm of the chair. With every thrust of his big, thick cock, her clitoris rubbed against the firm surface.

  “Oh! Oh!” She squeezed her thighs and tried to gulp air. “I’m going—I—ah!”

  She climaxed then, the power of it leaving her dizzy. Behind her, Vicious jerked his hips at a breakneck speed. He slammed deep inside her and bit down on her shoulder. She could feel his seed jetting into her and shuddered.

  He whispered her name then, his voice so soft it ghosted across her ear. “Hallie.”

  They clung to one another for a long time. Neither seemed able to move. She didn’t even care that the arm of the chair was cutting painfully into her thigh. Boneless and sated, she allowed Vicious to pull them down to the floor. He slid out of her carefully and cradled her to his chest. The cool composite flooring felt good against her blazing, flushed skin. He played with her hair and stroked her arm while she wrote her name across his lean stomach and daydreamed about what their family crest tattoo would look like emblazoned on his tanned skin.

  “You know,” he said finally, “we should fight more often.”

  Hallie lifted her head to peer into his eyes. With a confused laugh, she asked, “Why?”

  “The sex was amazing.”

  His matter-of-fact reply made her giggle. “Well,” she said helpfully, “maybe we could keep a list of topics taped up somewhere. I’m sure we can come up with a dozen or so things we absolutely don’t agree on.”

  His hand drifted down to her bottom and gave it a pat. “Just a dozen?”

  She smiled against his mouth. “Don’t push your luck.”

  “Ha! See? There’s topic number thirteen…”

  Chapter Eleven

  The next afternoon, Hallie sat curled in Vicious’ favorite chair and sketched. For the first time since arriving in his quarters, she wore clothing that was made specifically for her. When Vicious had gone shopping that morning, she’d been worried he’d bring back dresses and other nonse
nse. She’d been pleasantly surprised to find a nice selection of clothing that included mostly practical items like cargo-style pants and thin, comfortable shirts.

  Of course, Vicious had snuck in some of the naughtiest lingerie she’d ever seen. Why anyone would waste money on crotchless panties, she’d never understand. Vicious, on the other hand, couldn’t wait to get her in them. She had a feeling tonight would be another educating experience.

  Shrill beeps echoed in the quiet apartment. She put her pencils and paper on the coffee table and walked over to the main communication console. She tapped the screen and grinned. “Oh my goodness! Lenny!”

  “Hallie!” She grinned right back. “Wow. Can you believe it? You and me on this ship together? Who would have thought, right?”

  “I know. It’s crazy how life works sometimes. How are you? Are you enjoying it here?”

  “I’m great. I married a sergeant. His name is Hawk.” Smiling, she took a step back and made sure her rounded belly was captured by the camera. “Look! Twins!”

  “Whoa!” Hallie stared at the baby bump on the screen. “That’s amazing. Congratulations!”

  “Thanks.” Lenny scooted forward again so her face filled the screen. “Look, I hate to make our first conversation in months so serious, but is there any way you can get a message to the colonel?”

  “I’m sure I can. Why? Is something wrong? Is it your husband?”

  Lenny shook her head. “No. I’m fine. He’s fine. Or, at least, I think he is. Right now, he’s at some kind of war exercise out in space. No, it’s our neighbor.” She glanced away from the camera. “I don’t know what happened over there at lunchtime, Hallie, but it sounded awful. There was all this crashing and a scream.” She shook her head. “I think Deniva might be hurt.”

  “Did you call the police?” Vicious had taken time to explain how emergency calls were handled. She knew if she hit the emergency button, one of their military police officers and a medic would show up at her door as part of the standard procedure.

  “I did, but they told me that Sergeant Crow had already called in to explain his wife had a cooking accident.”

  “And you don’t believe that.”

  “No.” Lenny looked so worried. “This isn’t the first time there’s been trouble over there. Hawk and some of the other men have talked to Crow a few times but he’s an impossible man. He and Deniva have been married a while now, maybe a year. I don’t know,” she admitted, her voice tinged with guilt. “She doesn’t come to many of our get-togethers. She’s not from Calyx. She’s a colony girl and she seems to keep to herself.”

  Hallie didn’t need Lenny to say anything more. She got it. This woman was likely a victim of domestic abuse. Her husband separating her from others was the first step in establishing his control. “I’ll call Vicious immediately. Let me see if I can put you on hold.” She tried to remember how Vicious had explained the procedure.

  “It’s the yellow square in the upper right-hand corner. Tap it and it’ll minimize me.”

  “Oh. Thanks.” Hallie did as Lenny instructed. The screen flashed yellow and Lenny’s image shrank down and disappeared. She tapped the button to make a new call. “Colonel Vicious, please.”

  “Office or personal quarters?” a pleasant computerized male voice asked.

  “Office.”

  “One moment, please.”

  The screen flashed as the call connected. A young man’s face appeared. His eyes widened. “Oh. Mrs. Vicious. I mean, ma’am.” He fumbled his words. “What can I do for you, ma’am?”

  She still couldn’t believe he’d just called her Mrs. Vicious. It sounded slightly hilarious. “I need to speak with my husband, please.”

  “I’m sorry, ma’am. He’s not in the office at the moment.”

  “Oh. When will he be back?”

  “Unknown, ma’am. He’s currently overseeing maneuvers via the vid link on the bridge. I can’t disturb him while he’s in there. I believe he had a meeting scheduled after that.” The man glanced down at his desk. “Yes. With Gunner Menace.”

  She didn’t know who that was and didn’t really care. “When Vicious gets back, can you please have him contact me?”

  “Of course, ma’am. If it’s an emergency, I can help you, ma’am.”

  “A friend of mine in another part of the ship is concerned about her neighbor. Apparently, she heard—” Hallie hesitated and tried to decide how much to tell this man. Her cautious nature won. “She heard some strange sounds. Her neighbor didn’t respond to any calls.”

  “Oh.” He looked extremely concerned. “Did she dial Emergency?”

  “Yes. They told her that Sergeant Crow had already called in to let them know his wife had an accident while cooking.”

  He smiled and looked relieved. “Well, there you go, ma’am. Mystery solved.”

  She tried not to roll her eyes. “Not quite. I assume you’re not familiar with abuse but men who beat on their wives often lie.”

  He sobered. “Yes, ma’am.” He glanced around, as if trying to figure out what to do. “I can’t disturb the colonel over a domestic matter, ma’am. I can, however, get a message to the sergeant’s C.O.”

  “His what?”

  “Commanding Officer, ma’am. It’s the man directly above him. Would that help?”

  Not really. “Yes. Fine.”

  “Sergeant Crow, was it, ma’am?”

  “Yes.”

  “All right. I’m pulling up his information now. I’ll have that message sent out directly and I’ll let the colonel know you called. Can I do anything else to help you, ma’am?”

  “No, thank you.” She disconnected the call and tapped Lenny’s image.

  “Well?” Her friend looked eager. “What did the colonel say?”

  “Nothing,” Hallie replied. “He’s not there. He’s watching maneuvers, whatever that is. The man who answered told me he’d contact Sergeant Crow’s commanding officer.”

  Lenny sighed. “We’ve tried that before, Hallie. It hasn’t worked. Their commanding officer seems to think that what goes on behind closed doors is between a husband and his wife.”

  Hallie’s lips settled into a grim line. She knew all too well how that worked. Her mother and stepmother had been the victims of that kind of idiotic thinking.

  Her gaze skipped to the emergency placard mounted near the doorway. In the small cubby there, an emergency access key dangled from a hook. Vicious had told her it would open any door, right?

  A quiver of uncertainty pierced her gut. She wasn’t quite sure what would happen if she used the emergency key. No doubt its use would arouse suspicion and alert someone. Considering she planned to use the key to basically break into someone’s home, Hallie figured this wasn’t going to end well for her. Vicious would be furious with her—but she’d already tried to do things the right way and no one would help her.

  With a slow exhale, Hallie settled her mind. Whatever the consequences, they were worth the risk. She trusted that Vicious would understand why she’d taken the key and not punish her too harshly. He’d told her that she could leave their quarters and use the card in an emergency. If this didn’t qualify, she didn’t know what would.

  “I’m coming, Lenny. I think I can get into her apartment if she won’t answer.”

  “She won’t answer. I tried knocking for five minutes straight.”

  “Let me grab a piece of paper.” She rushed into the living room, grabbed a blue pencil and her sketch pad and raced back. “Tell me how to reach you.”

  Lenny was clear and concise in her directions. Hallie read them back to her friend and then ended the call. She didn’t bother trying to find something to wear on her feet. Vicious hadn’t been able to locate a pair of shoes small enough to fit her so he’d had to order them in specially. They wouldn’t arrive for a couple of weeks. Besides, this was an emergency. If this woman, Deniva, had been injured, she wouldn’t care if Hallie showed up barefoot.

  Hallie ventured into the hallway. It w
as empty, of course. Their floor of the ship held only their apartment and the one used by the Valiant’s second-in-command, a sky fleet commander named Corvus. She hurried to the elevator and stepped inside. The doors closed and she tapped the button for the main access floor.

  Head down, Hallie made her way through the ship. Her gaze flicked from her handwritten directions to the various hallways and elevator banks she traversed. It took a quarter of an hour to reach Lenny’s housing section. Thankfully, no one tried to stop her. Whether it was the white collar around her neck designating her as a new bride, or the way she moved so quietly and swiftly, she’d never know. All those nights of sneaking around the village and dropping newsletters at back doors had finally proven useful. She could move without arousing much suspicion.

  When she reached Lenny’s door, she only knocked once before the door whipped open. “Oh, thank god! I was so worried you’d been stopped.”

  Hallie shook her head. “No. Even if someone had, I’m sure just uttering Vicious’ name would have gotten me back on my way.”

  “He is rather scary.” She stepped out of her apartment and into the hall. “This way, Hallie.”

  She was still smiling at Lenny’s description of Vicious as scary. Not that long ago, she’d thought the same thing. Now she knew better.

  Lenny knocked twice and pressed a square pad on the side of the door to ring the bell. “See? She’s not answering.”

  Hallie retrieved the access key from the pocket of her loose-fitting cargo pants. “Here. Let’s try this.”

  Lenny’s eyes widened. “Where did you get that?”

  “It was hanging in the cubby near the emergency placard in our apartment. Vicious told me it would open any door if I ever needed it.” She waved the card in front of the red eye above the camera attached to the vid-screen. “And I need it now.”

  Lenny looked frightened. “We’re probably going to get into trouble for using it.”

  “What’s this ‘we’?” Hallie shook her head. “I took the card. I’ll face the consequences. Who knows? Maybe being a colonel’s wife will keep me out of trouble for once.”