KELL (The Valisk Family Series Book 1)

by Roxanne Greening

  I quickly grabbed her long blonde hair at the nape of her neck and tugged hard, forcing her to tilt her head just the way I wanted. My lips slammed hard onto hers in a painfully biting kiss. Her moan had my dick screaming.

  Deepening the kiss, I smiled against her lips as more moans spilled from her mouth. She was so fucking wrong, I was going to fuck her tonight, and if she didn’t stop, it would be here against the bar.

  “I’m going to fuck you,” I whispered.

  The words brushed against our joined lips. I glared at the bartender.

  “Get the fuck out,” I shout.

  I couldn’t wait to get her on her back. Ivan was quick to follow the bartender, knowing to fucking leave too. Dragging my fingers up her thigh, I damn near blew my load in my pants when they reached her knife.

  My little badass had a knife strapped to her thigh like a femme fatale. As I held her hair, I forced her to quickly stand up and pushed her towards the bar. My other hand dragged her dress up over her ass.

  She didn’t say a word. She was lost the moment my fingers ripped her panties and pushed into her waiting pussy. She was dripping and tight as fuck. She moaned loudly, and it held a hint of pain.

  Pumping my fingers inside her, I stretched her just a little bit more. I did not want my cock to suffocate in her tight heat. I wasn’t small by any means. My cock was wider than her wrist and about nine inches long. Something I was damn proud of.

  I was going to fuck her hard and ruin her for any other man who came after me. The idea of someone else touching her made me angry as need warred within me.

  I pulled my fingers out and slipped them into my mouth, sucking her juices off. She tasted like fucking heaven. Pulling the button of my jeans, I let them fall to the floor not bothering to undress either one of us.

  I stepped closer to her and used my hand in her hair to guide her. I wanted to bend over the bar and pin her on my cock. Grabbing the base of my dick, I rubbed the tip gently up and down her slit, making sure to press harder on her clit.

  She screamed as I slapped her clit with my dick and shudders of pleasure had her shaking. I couldn’t fucking wait another minute to feel her around my cock. Placing the tip of my throbbing cock against her pussy, I pressed in.

  Fuck, she was tight. She was strangling my dick. Her wet heat surrounded me. I needed in her now! I wanted to go as deep as I could and I began to push deeper. Reaching around her, I pressed my fingers hard against her clit.

  Rubbing in circles she moaned, and more of her juices coated my cock, and I snapped. I pulled back and slammed into her hard. Her hips pressed into the counter, giving her no space to move as I ripped through the thin barrier.

  I had too much momentum, I couldn’t slow down as I kept going in deeper. Fuck. Her womb pressed against the head of my dick as her scream echoed around the room.

  “What. The. Fuck. How the fuck are you still a virgin?” I asked completely fucking confused.

  No words left her mouth. It was as if she was lost in the moment. My cock throbbed as pleasure pulsed through me. I wasn’t sure how long I could stay still. I needed to move. I needed to own her.

  Her wear heat swallows me caressing my cock over and over again. Her mouth was open as she took deep hard uneven breaths.

  Reaching for her hands I collect them in both of mine before switching them to just one hand. Hold our joined hands to the bar top I hold her in place in more ways than one.

  She made one big fucking mistake! She gave me something that she gave no other man, and now I wasn’t letting her go. She belonged to me, and I was going to fuck that knowledge into that pretty little head of hers.

  Pulling back, I pressed back in slowly testing to see if she was going to scream again. I didn’t want it to hurt, not like this. Her quiet moan was all I needed to hear. Drawing back, I almost pulled all the way out before slowly pushing back in.

  The louder she moaned the harder I went. Soon I was slamming into her with one hand still wrapped in her hair and the other pressing her hands into the counter. I was trying to keep her from moving, which made it easier to go deeper.

  I was still a few inches from being completely inside her. Pressing into her harder, I forced her to accept all of me. I paused when my hips were flush against hers, and there was no room for air to pass between our joined bodies.

  “That’s it, kitten, take all of me,” I demand.

  Her moan was long and loud as I pulled back and slammed into her. My balls slapped against her clit as I pulled out and slammed into her again and again. Her pussy tightened and released telling me she was close to coming.

  I needed her to come. I needed to feel her massage my cock as I forced my way into her over and over. Timing My thrusts, I made sure to hit her in the right spot over and over.

  “Oh god, please,” she begged.

  Her words were desperate, causing my cock to swell more. Fuck, I needed to blow my load deep inside her. Fuck the consequences, she wasn’t going anywhere.

  “Come for me, kitten,” I demand.

  As soon as the command left my lips, she was clamping down hard. Pulling back, I kept my thrust short and hard as she rode out the waves of her orgasm. Her pussy gushed all over my cock wetting it and allowing me to go deeper and harder.

  One thrust, then two, by three I was holding her upright, her back was pressed against my chest. Her hair was still in my fist and her hips were still pressed hard against the counter. I bent my knees as I pulled back and slammed into her as hard as I could. My cock bottomed out, and then I was coming load after load of me, shooting deep. The pressure of its hard releases sent her over again.

  She screamed as I empty myself inside of her. I pressed my lips to the nape of her neck and bit and sucked as she shivered from the pleasure. When I was completely spent, I released her hair and let her slump over the counter.

  I left my cock in her pussy not wanting to pull out until I softened and had no choice.

  “That’s it little sweetheart rest I’ve got you,” I whisper into her ear.

  This pussy was mine, she didn’t know it yet, but I was never letting her go.

  Chapter 4

  Texas

  I had no idea what just happened. I promised myself that I would wait until I was free. I’m twenty-four fucking years old and just a few minutes with this guy and I bent over and took it. The feel of his hands as he lowered my dress had angry tears filling my eyes.

  I refused to be owned by another. A few more jobs and I would be free, and I planned to keep it that way.

  They’ve been telling you that for years.

  Those words whispered in my head. The voice was right. I have been living off the few more jobs since I turned eighteen. I clenched my fists and fought the urge to punch him in the dick. It was my own stupid fault. I needed a drink or fifty.

  I wasn’t leaving here until I was more than three sheets to the wind. I turned and refused to look at him. I bet he had a smug smile saying he won, and I lost. The fact that I didn’t even know his name had that shame rocketing up a few notches.

  Gathering what little pride I had left, I walked over to the back of the bar and grabbed a bottle of whiskey from the top shelf. I pulled the stupid spout thingy off it and pressed it to my lips. My eyes strayed to him as the liquid burned its way down my throat.

  He was watching my every move like a predator. He had no idea who I really was. He was a distraction that I didn’t need.

  “Texas,” he whispered.

  Was that remorse in his voice? Surely not. He got what he wanted in my now ruined red panties. Wetness dripped down my thighs as a nice reminder of what I just allowed to happen.

  The moment his lips pressed to mine that beautifully delicious harsh kiss, I check out. All rational thoughts drifted away. I just glared at him as the liquid continued to pour down my throat, I was downing this like a beer. I don’t blink as the burning liquid left a path of relentless fire down my throat.

  “Slow down little sweetheart,” he
demanded.

  Pulling the bottle from my mouth, I glared at him.

  “Take the little sweetheart shit and go blow it up someone else’s ass. You got what you wanted, now it’s time to move the fuck on.” I angrily spit the words.

  I fight the wince. The idea of him leaving created a little pain in my chest. Feelings I thought burned out, by all the evil I have seen and done. Gripping the neck of the bottle tighter, I pressed it to my lips.

  I tipped it back to get more of the burn that I needed, but it was all too soon ripped from my fingers.

  “Give it back,” I demanded.

  I sounded like a child who just lost that coveted piece of candy.

  “Listen to me…” he started.

  “I don’t fucking need to listen to you. You know what, keep the whiskey, I’ll go somewhere else,” I said.

  Brushing past him I tried to keep my head high to lessen my walk of shame. His hand gripped my arm and pulled me to a stop. My eyes strayed to the offending appendage.

  “Remove that if you want to keep it,” I demanded.

  He laughed. Like fucking almost bent over with tears in his eyes kind of laugh.

  “Oh, kitten you have no idea who you’re fucking with.” He said his voice husky.

  He was right.

  “And I don’t give a flying fuck,” I say flippantly.

  His eyes narrowed slightly. He had this air to him. Almost like he expected me to fawn all over him and beg him to keep me. Yeah, that was never going to happen. My back was riddled with scars, and so was my stomach.

  Punishments for not obeying. Each cut each whip a painful reminder and no man could stomach what I truly looked like and I sure as fuck wasn’t putting myself out there. Realization had me ripping my arm from his hand, and my feet moved quickly to the exit.

  I could run. Heals weren’t a hindrance to me as they were to most. The shadows swallow me just like I wished they would and I was gone into the night.

  Chapter 5

  Kell

  Best fucking sex. She had a magic pussy, and I now understood the need to chain yourself to someone. Unfortunately, Texas was fucking quick, and the minute I stepped out the door, I knew she was gone. I still needed confirmation on that, so like a love-sick fool, I followed her.

  Opening the old metal door, I find nothing, just a deserted street. Street lights flickered and some were burned out. A few cars empty littered the right side of the street. Scanning the area again I come up empty. She thought she could run and hide? I was going to find her, she belonged to me.

  “That’s right kitten, run. But I promise you, I will find you,” I yell into the night.

  Walking back to the bar I placed the whiskey bottle she was trying to finish on the bar top, a little harder than I needed.

  “Ivan,” I shout.

  “Boss?” He replied.

  “Find her,” I demand.

  Without a word he disappeared. Exiting the bar, I climbed into my black Cadillac. Ivan would find her and bring her home. Kicking and fucking screaming, but I didn’t give a shit. I wasn’t like my family, and I would never hurt her, but I couldn’t let her go.

  Pressing on the gas pedal a little harder then I should, I sped off. Gravel spraying behind me.

  Chapter 6

  Texas

  The big oaf was following me and has been for the last two fucking days. He was smart, I’d give him that. I was raised to be in the shadows and to live only a half-life. To survive, I needed to not be found. It was that simple and that complicated.

  I was still looking for my target, and it hasn’t taken me this long to do a job since my first one. Slipping into the abandoned house, I grabbed the file on my target. A woman hired me to kill Michael and his second in command.

  The name wasn’t listed, and it was harder to locate those that were nameless. I guess he killed some girl and her mom wanted vengeance. From what I could tell she wasn’t the only one to die because of these monsters.

  Michael was dead. His brother was now in control. No pictures of his brother because he wasn’t the target. I hated when it wasn’t a thorough investigation. I felt stripped like I was going into something and I was missing the big picture.

  My cell phone started buzzing, and I reached into my jeans pocket. I put it to my ear since I knew who was calling me.

  “Why haven’t you finished your job?” Mother, asked.

  “Target is hard to locate when details like his name are missing,” I reply.

  “Don’t take that fucking tone with me,” Father, shouted.

  I wanted to rip his vocal cords out and hand them to him. I was so tired of his voice and his demands. If he could do better, be my guest.

  “Look, he's hard to pin down without a name,” I tell him.

  I could hear the snarl in his voice. I knew his anger had reached a good and volatile level. I could see him in my mind’s eye clutching the phone in a stranglehold. He would be running his hand through his graying dark hair. His shit brown eyes closed to slits as he spit the words into the phone.

  “The bitch won’t pay until he’s dead and she has proof,” he spit.

  Yeah, I wouldn’t either. The sum she was being charged was hefty, not that I would see any of it. They barely gave me enough to eat when I was on the job. I depleted a lot of it last night at the bar.

  “After this, there are only two more jobs, right?” I ask.

  “Yeah, yeah, get it the fuck done,” he lied.

  I knew in that instant, I was never going to be free. That little voice was right. Two jobs weren’t ever going to be enough. They liked the money too much to let me go. I wasn’t going back. I couldn’t go back.

  The thought of freedom kept me going. I now needed to run and not look back. I knew they would look for me and with the resources I so kindly supplied them, it would be hard to stay ahead of them.

  I would finish this job only because it was the right thing to do even if it took another chunk of my soul and burned it to ash.

  Chapter 7

  Kell

  She was elusive like a puff of smoke from a sweet burning cigar. Ivan couldn’t pinpoint her location and I couldn’t leave here to do it myself.

  I still needed to find my brother's second. The only thing going for me was that the piece of shit didn’t know I was hunting him. I was going to put him down like a rabid dog, just like all the other bastards that followed my brother.

  The family was looking a little smaller these days, but with each death the plague was slowly dissipating. The air was beginning to feel cleaner and it was a relief.

  I needed a redecorate this place since it reminded me of an over-embellished Las Vegas casino. The only thing missing was the game tables.

  The floors were marble white with beings of gold, the walls covered in paintings of older family men. Little stone bust sat atop columns like they were important people like Julius Caesar, but all I could see was my father and his father before him and so on. the ceilings were covered in curb angels. It was a gilded prison.

  It disgusted me since I knew what paid for most of this shit.

  “Boss?” Jacob, asked.

  “What the fuck do you need now?” I demanded in frustration

  “We need to go to the meet.” Jacob, replied not bothered with my angry tone.

  He was right. I looked at my watch and let out a long sigh. No one outside of this family knew of Michael’s untimely death.

  Well, besides the Carters, The Blazing Devils MC, and The Sons of The Apocalypse Mc. This meeting was set up by my brother, and it was time for his normal delivery.

  Little did they know that the only thing being delivered today was a few well-placed holes. I wanted the fucking men who took them home, and not the men who found them.

  I was going to wipe them from this earth like the diseases they were. More death was needed to cleanse the earth and the air we breathed.

  I knew this wouldn’t solve the whole problem and that there would still be others out the
re. Although, after today there would be a few less.

  I will get the locations from the few people I spare. I needed the locations of their bosses, and I would have it no matter the cost to them.

  “Call in Ivan,” I told him.

  I wanted Texas found, but I needed Ivan here with us. I’ve been to the exchange once and refused to ever do it again. I hated myself for each and every soul that was sent to them.

  Each life that was taken was a piece of my soul, and I would never get it back. I fought to keep my humanity through it all. I knew one day it would end with my brother’s death.

  I also knew that it needed to happen sooner rather than later. When he captured Kara’s family, I didn’t feel any remorse for what they endured.

  They were monsters, leaving their daughter, Avery’s sister, to live with their death for years. Avery sold herself with the intentions of her sister taking her place.

  The bitch deserved every monstrous thing my brother did. Those three were the only deaths that didn’t weigh my soul down or come for me in my sleep.

  Chapter 8

  Texas

  The oversized oaf was getting too close. I could see his shadow as he moved outside the house I was hiding in through the holes in the drywall that went straight through to the shell of the house. The walls were littered with them. A nice draft flowed through the building.

  I wasn’t even allowed a place with complete walls. The summer heat was more bearable here than in Texas, but the drives were long.

  Maine really was a beautiful place. If I didn’t have to take another life, I would have been to the beach looking out over the dark ocean. It was so different from the clear water I was used to.

  He was getting close to the building, and I was holding my breath, fighting the need for air. He stopped right in front of the hole I was peeking through.

  My back was pressed against the wall in one of the more solid spots. Unless he bent over and looked at me, he wouldn’t know I was here. I watched as his dark hair reflected the light from the sun.