His Devil's Heat

by Linzi Basset

  She sighed and rubbed her eyes tiredly. “I just want to forget, Keon,” she whispered dejectedly. “Is that so hard to understand? I desperately want to forget about all the years of living in fear and most of all . . . the revulsion of all the things he forced me to do. I want to forget him.”

  “And you will, eventually. You are stronger than you give yourself credit for, Lauren. But, no negative thoughts now. That’s not why we’re here.”

  Keon kicked off his boots and within seconds Lauren was staring in helpless adoration at his bulging muscles and perfect body. He got in the bed next to her and brushed his hand over her stomach.

  “Beautiful—so soft and luxurious; you still have an innocence about you. Something that I find extremely arousing and if fills me with anticipation,” he admitted, softly nibbling on her nipples.

  “Wh-why is that?”

  “Because, little Red, the day you completely let go of your inhibitions, you’re going to be a siren. And I’ll be your willing victim.”

  Ethan walked in after a brief knock on the door. He stopped and stared at the naked couple on the bed.

  “Well, this is a surprise.” His voice felt like smoothest chocolate.

  Lauren smiled at him tentatively. Keon continued to lick and suck her nipples.

  “Well mate, do you want me to undress you too?” He teased when Ethan didn’t move. Keon chuckled at the look on his face. It was a well known fact that Keon and Rhone did threesomes together and they’d all known where the night had been heading. They’d witnessed them play like that many times before.

  “You want me to join you?” Ethan asked slowly.

  “Yeah. Do you have any objection? Or did you have something else planned?”

  Ethan stared at Lauren. The red blush that bloomed over her cheeks didn’t escape his attention but he also noticed a flash of excitement in her eyes.

  “No, can’t say that anything else sounds as enchanting as burying my cock in this beautiful creature’s soft ass. That is, if you would oblige me, my pet?”

  Lauren looked into his glowing golden eyes. He was just as big and bulky as Keon and a twinge of fear travelled down her spine. They were both so big. But she was definitely attracted to him.

  “It would be my pleasure, Master Apollo.”

  Ethan smiled and undressed leisurely. He looked at Keon with a smile. “I hope you have extra strength condoms in that drawer, mate. I have a feeling your little sub is going to blow my mind . . . not to mention my load.”

  Lauren blushed, especially when she was suddenly surrounded by two testosterone driven men. Her loins began to throb. Her pussy flushed with moisture when Ethan placed his hand low on her stomach, watching as Keon sucked her nipple before moving up to capture her lips.

  The kiss was warm and tender while Keon traced his palm over her nipples. Ethan gently kneaded the other breast, flicking his thumb over the tip. Keon followed suit and deepened the kiss, while Ethan’s lips trailed over her collarbone, sucking on the soft skin in the curve of her throat.

  Lauren became lost in the passionate kiss, arching her back to press her breasts deeper into their hands fondling the taut roundness of her perky orbs. Her low moan followed when they licked a slow path toward her breasts.

  “Ahhh,” she cried, her legs moving restlessly on the bed. She wished they would hurry. Keon’s hungry eyes caught hers. He watched her tongue trace her bottom lip, coating it in a glistening film of saliva. The movement was so sensual it shook loose a lustful tremor down his spine.

  They nibbled and kissed the slope of her breasts, ending with gentle, languid brushes of their lips across her nipples. Lauren shivered as goose bumps broke out on her skin, followed by a flash of heat.

  She was overwhelmed by the expectant passion that inflamed her entire body.

  They sucked the nubs deep into their mouths; gently, soft at first, until Ethan sucked harder and pulled his head back. He stretched her nipple and clamped his teeth around the tip.

  “Oh, fuchhk,” Lauren screamed at the unexpected surge of lust that pilfered inside her pussy. He relaxed his grip and sucked gently on her abused nipple while Keon repeated the same torturous pleasure on the other breast.

  “Oh god, please, Master Blade,” Lauren begged, although if asked, she wouldn’t know what for.

  They sucked, nibbled and bit her nipples, turning her into a boneless mass of quivering Jell-o. She was so aroused; she was too scared to take a deep breath.

  “Keon! Please, I’m going to come! Oh, this is impossible, I can’t be . . . ooh!”

  Both men bit down hard on her nipples, stretched them and shook their heads back and forth. Lauren went ballistic; her back arched and her torso lifted clear off the bed as an orgasm slammed into her, like a tidal wave crashing to shore. It carried her higher, with every shake of her stretched nipples that kept feeding her climax.

  Lauren puffed and clawed at the pillow, her head thrashed back and forth as they kissed their way down her stomach.

  “No! I can’t. You have to stop,” she pleaded as she felt a fresh flush of desire unfurl inside her.

  Ethan spread her pussy open and lashed at her soft petals before he pushed his tongue deep inside her, sucking her juices with obvious relish. Keon brushed his fingers over her clit with teasing flicks.

  She shook her head, her eyes wild as they met his. He smiled with devilish intent and rubbed the nub with fast and hard circular movements. Lauren had no time to prepare. She curled again as pleasure exploded inside her.

  Lauren had never felt this confused, wondering whether it was excitement or fear rushing through her mind. She trembled with desire as wildness unfurled inside her. She needed them to fuck her. Not gently; but with lustful passion and unbridled urgency. When she felt their bodies tremble against hers, a feeling of triumph pumped up her confidence. She did that to them. They desired her.

  They fed her hunger by alternating between being gentle and rough, but never simultaneously. She was unable to concentrate on any one sensation. There were too many. The pinching pain as teeth bit into her clit or labia, or the rush of pleasure as a tongue stroked it away.

  Keon settled onto his back and pulled her on top of him. He handed her a square package. She blinked a couple of times before recognizing what it was.

  “Put it on, Red,” he said in a strained voice. Lauren scooted back and tore open the packet. She’d never done this before but had watched him do it a couple of times. Keon was enthralled by the concentration on her face, the tip of her tongue swept over her bottom lip as she smoothed the latex over his large, throbbing cock. She looked ethereal in her dreamlike, aroused state and he smiled at her.

  “Ready, baby?”

  “Yes, I am.”

  Keon smiled at her immediate response. No hesitation. She flinched when she felt Ethan behind her. His hands grasped her hips and he lifted her. Lauren’s eyes widened as Keon positioned his cock against her slit.

  “I love it that you’re always so hot, my pet.” He looked at Ethan. “Don’t rush it, mate. I want to feel every inch of her hot, silky walls close around my cock.”

  Lauren hissed with every inch as Ethan lowered her on Keon’s cock, feeling like she was being filled to the brim.

  “More. She can take more of me, Ethan,” Keon ordered with a grim look on his face. Ethan conceded and slammed her all the way down. Lauren’s nails dug into Keon’s chest with a loud moan.”

  “Fucking hell!”

  “You feel so fucking good, Red, do you know that?”

  He dragged her down and sucked on her nipple drawing her attention from Ethan, until he squirted a large amount of lube on her back hole and spread it around and inside the puckered hole.

  “We’ve talked about it. She’s fine with anal, Ethan, we’ll just have to take it slow at first with double penetration.” Keon said as he lifted Lauren off his cock until only the tip remained inside. He continued to suck her nipples, lazily tweaking and pinching the other between his fingers.
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  Ethan pushed his cock an inch into her ass and flexed his tip inside her.

  “Come, Lauren. Help me out here. Let’s make this painless. Push back as I push in. Here we go,” Ethan huffed and pushed, grunting in satisfaction when she bore back against him. He was huge and she panted fearfully but he didn’t stop until he was past her sphincter.

  “Okay, little pet?”

  Lauren dragged in a few shallow puffs. She forced her body to relax around the invading cock in her ass. She could feel him twitching with eagerness to drive home all the way.

  “Yes, I’m fine.”

  Ethan squeezed her ass cheeks hard. Lauren wailed at the pain, feeling the pressure as he hilted inside her with one hard thrust

  “Holy fuck! He’s big. And you—Keon, I don’t think I’ll be able to take you both.” Lauren started to panic.

  “Relax, my pet. You will be able to take us both. Just stop thinking and just feel. That is all you have to do—feel.”

  Ethan dragged his cock back sensually. Every nerve ending inside her ass and pussy flared to life when Keon immediately pushed inside her pussy. They set a slow rhythm, plunging in and out, in opposite directions. Lauren’s body was on fire. She writhed in ecstasy.

  “More!” She cried out, blindly following the lustful demands of her body.

  They complied and increased the tempo; rocking into her with hard, sharp jabs. Lauren was lost and couldn’t compute what was happening. All she knew was that she needed more and she kept spurring them on. Keon pulled her higher onto his body, leaving only his tip inside her. He pulled her ass cheeks apart, in an open invitation for Ethan to plunder her ass.

  He didn’t need a second invitation and pounded into her with forceful thrusts that rocked her hard against Keon’s chest.

  Keon’s gaze was glued on her face which was engulfed in euphoric bliss.

  The coil inside her tightened until it snapped with such force that she bucked wildly, forcing him even deeper. A surge of warm liquid erupted from her pussy. Her eyes blazed as she stared in shock at Keon’s face, aghast at the strong squirt splattering all over him. She choked out a scream as she spasmed uncontrollably.

  She was still in the midst of the final paroxysms when Keon began to power into her. He thrust upward while yanking her down, driving against that sweet spot inside her with wicked good accuracy.

  Lauren screamed and her nails dug into his shoulders as she came again. This time she was battling to breathe and slumped weakly on Keon’s chest.

  “Now, Ethan. It’s our turn. Let’s fuck this wild filly of mine.”

  Ethan pounded into her. They began to fuck her with such fierce strength, she thrashed between them. The sensation of their cocks pillaging her small orifices threw her into a mindless spin. She was wracked by uncontrollable climaxes. They kept powering into her until their roars thundered through the room and finished off with sharp jabs, until they were empty.

  Ethan was too weak to move and slumped forward, pinning Lauren between him and Keon.

  “Fuck me,” his voice rumbled. “She’s still convulsing.”

  “Yeah, don’t move, mate. Let her finish in time.”

  Ethan placed tender kisses on her nape while Keon gently trailed kisses across her face. Her cries turned to moans until finally the shudders abated.

  Ethan pulled out and disappeared into the bathroom.

  Keon tilted her head back.

  “Okay, baby?”

  “I’m . . . thank you, Master Blade, for giving me this amazing experience. I think I saw stars.”

  She leaned closer and kissed him tenderly.

  “I’m in charge now. I know it’s within my power to say, fuck it. Fuck you Adam Baxter. You will not destroy me.”

  Keon smiled gently as he got rid of the condom and wiped himself, before cleaning Lauren with a warm cloth. He pulled her against his side. She curled into his body and wrapped her arm around his waist.

  “That’s what I wanted to hear, Lauren. Now rest.”

  “Will you be here when I wake up?”

  “Yes, baby. I’m not going anywhere.”

  Ethan appeared a while later, freshly showered and dressed. He winked at Keon and mouthed, “Thank you,” before he left the room.

  Keon stared at the ceiling. It was time to admit his feelings. He’d been fighting a losing battle.

  The power of love brought hope, something he’d felt for the first time tonight in many years. His journey through life had been wrought with hurt, pain and regret. He’d loved deeply and never thought he’d experience it again. With Lauren, he had a new lease to life; one that could offer him salvation from the past.

  All he had to do was reach out and grab it.

  Chapter Sixteen

  “It’s done.”

  Two words and the phone went dead in his ear. Adam could barely contain his excitement as he turned to his computer and opened the picture attached in the encoded e-mail that had just arrived.

  With gleeful eyes he stared at the photo of Vito Vitale lying spread-eagled on a sidewalk. His white shirt was a perfect backdrop for the red carnation stain on his chest. The expression on his face was one of shock, his eyes wide open.

  “He didn’t even know what hit him. Pity.” Adam growled. He switched on the television screen against the wall and flicked the channels until he found a report on CNN.

  “We’ve just confirmed the death of Vito Vitale, the rumored leader of the mob families in America. It seems to have been a professional hit. We have received some footage from our reporter on the scene.”

  The video clip started where Vitale was seen arriving in a black limo at the restaurant he favored.

  “Vitale was here as a guest at the birthday party of the singer, Roxy Grant, who according to rumors, achieved quick success because of Vitale backing her financially.”

  Adam sat back in his chair, watching Vitale straighten his jacket as he stepped out of the limo. Then it happened. The bullet hit him in the chest with such force it propelled him backward in an awkward cartwheel. He was dead before he hit the ground.

  “Money well spent,” he said to himself.

  Adam squared his shoulders as he strolled toward the door. One step at a time, he was putting his life back together again. Soon, he would be the one everyone bowed to. His smile was evil.

  “One down, four to go. And number two is going to be as easy as a pie.”

  * * * * * * * *

  “I’ve been patient enough, Chuck. It’s time for us, including Lauren and Samantha, to move on with our lives.”

  “Yeah, I feel the same. I had hoped the bracelet would be enough threat to make him talk but I guess he’s not going to sing. Somehow, I have a suspicion that he’s not going to be a sitting duck. Not even if Vitale is the master behind his change. It’s important to dig into the assassination plans and he is the key. Is the Sixth Order behind it and if they are, what do they aim to gain? But, it’s obvious he’s not going to talk, so we need to deal with it.”

  “I initially wanted him to suffer.” Keon said. He stared pensively at the street below. “But, I just want it to end now. I’m tired of living my life in the past. Something Lauren said stuck with me. I am amazed that she had the strength to rise above what he’d done to her. He’s not going to get the best of us and this way, with him forever hovering in the background, we’re allowing him to do just that. Yes, I know we want to see what his plans are, who else is involved, but you know what, Rhone? I don’t fucking care. Whoever it is, will still be around once he’s gone.”

  Rhone didn’t respond immediately. He appeared to be deep in thought. Finally, he sighed. “You’re right, Keon. Adam has a true criminal mind. He has always landed on his feet. That’s why the law is always chasing criminals. They are always one step behind, Besides, I’m done too.”

  “What are you saying?”

  “I’m done. We have built a reputation as a business. No more fucking covert ops for the Government. I’m tired of looking over
my shoulder.”

  “Fucking A. Now you’re talking. I’m in agreement, Chuck. One hundred percent. Especially now that Beckie is back. Her safety is more important than anything else.”

  “Then it’s done. We’ll discuss it with the team and strategize at the same time. I don’t want anything to go wrong and allow Baxter any opportunity to give us the slip.”

  There was a sharp rap on the door and the rest of the team walked inside, with the exclusion of Ethan, who attended sporadically.

  “You’ve gotta see this,” Max said and flicked on the television screen on the wall and changed the channel to CNN.

  “We’ve just confirmed the death of Vito Vitale, the rumored leader of the mob families in America. It seems to have been a professional hit. We have received some footage from our reporter on the scene.”

  They silently watched the clip. Rhone exploded the moment it was done.

  “Fuck, we waited too long!”

  “So, we’re all in agreement that Baxter had something to do with Vitale’s death?” Lance intoned.

  “It’s just too much of a coincidence,” Rhone said and switched off the television. “First, Vitale’s appearance in DC, near the CIA of all places. Then Adam Baxter becomes Damien Whittaker. We can only assume it was to infiltrate the Sixth Order. It all points to Vitale. Baxter offered him the perfect opportunity to get up close and personal. We all know about the vendetta between the mafia and the Sixth Order over the past few years. Vitale might have been clever but it seems Baxter bested him at his own game.”

  “Which means he’s cleverer than what we give him credit for.” Keon concluded.

  “He's systematically eliminating all the threats and obstacles in his way. We have to put an end to this. And, we have to do it now,” Rhone sounded determined.

  Their attention was drawn to the door, which opened after a hard knock. Alex White, their governor, walked in.

  “I imagine you heard the news,” he said by way of greeting.

  “Yeah, we did. And we believe Adam, aka Damien Whittaker, is involved,” Jack confirmed.