by Nic Saint
“Suck my cock, bitch,” he grunted, and pulled her up from the bed by her hair. It hurt, and she should have screamed, but instead she loved it. Even when he plunged his hard cock into her mouth, and jammed it down her throat so she gagged, she didn’t protest.
Bunching her hair with his fingers, he pushed her onto his piercing cock, and even though tears sprang to her eyes, causing her eyeliner to run down her cheeks, she didn’t protest. He fucked her mouth brutally, the sucking sounds reverberating around the tiny room. Then he threw her down onto the bed once again, and mounted her. With one hard jab, he penetrated her cunt, and shoved in deep in a single push.
Grabbing her hips, he pulled her in, and started jamming into her hard and deep at a vicious clip.
The first time he slapped her across the face, she screamed, but only in surprise. The second time, she almost came. The third time, he first slapped her tits—hard, then her cheek again. She whimpered—though not in pain but pleasure.
“You like this, don’t you, bitch!” he howled, and slapped her again, ramming her pussy with that hard cock of his all the while. “Answer me!”
“Yeah!” She swallowed, embarrassed by being exposed like this to a total stranger. “Yeah, I do,” she admitted.
Suddenly, without warning, he flipped her around and pushed her arm up behind her back, pinning her down. He then pulled his cock from her cunt, and pressed it against the opening to her anus.
“No, not there—please,” she yelped as she felt the pressure building.
“Exactly there,” he growled in her ear, and pushed inside her with one vicious stab.
“Owowowow!” she cried, but then, confusingly, felt her belly churn and shiver, and knew she was in the throes of her first climax. As he rolled into her, burying the length of his hard rod into her bowels, she uncontrollably quaked underneath him, and cried out in ecstasy.
“That’s it, bitch,” he grunted.
He pummeled her ass, fucking her harder than any man before him. And when he finally shuddered, on the verge of climax, he pulled out of her again, and flipped her onto her back. Shoving his cock into her face, she knew what she wanted even before he did, and she obediently opened her mouth to allow him entry.
He buried his hot lead into her throat, and howled like a wolf when he finally came, pumping his boiling sperm into her mouth—load after load spurting against her palate, then deeper into her throat as he leaned in. She swallowed all of it, and when he finally retreated, she could have begged for more.
She licked her lips and watched him gloat. “Fucking bitch,” he grumbled, his mouth a malevolent slash, and crawled off her.
And before she even had a chance to ask his name, he’d collected his pants and left the room without even deigning her so much as a look.
He’d really treated her like the bitch in heat she was.
Flopping back onto the bed, she opened her legs wide, and plunged her fingers between her soaking wet folds. Thinking back to the recent fuck session, she pumped her pussy furiously and hard, and before long, had crested over into another orgasm. The spasm finally subsiding, she just lay there for a moment, collecting her thoughts. Then she turned onto her side and burst out into tears.
What was happening to her?
Chapter 9
When Monday morning came, Scott didn’t know how to behave around Anna. He hadn’t seen her since their failed attempt at sex on Friday night, and judging from the images he’d seen at his brother’s surveillance station, there was a side to Anna he hadn’t known existed. He and Roland had watched how Ty had taken her hard and unprotected—treating her like an animal—and apparently she’d loved every minute of it!
He didn’t know what to think.
So when she came up to him all chipper and bright, he was at a loss at how to respond. Finally, he decided that first and foremost, he was her friend, so he said, “Looks like you had a great weekend.”
“Can’t complain,” she said with a smile.
“Susie tells me you went to The Capital?”
She looked surprised. “Yes, I did.”
“And? Is it as ‘grand’ as everybody claims it is?”
She shrugged, and he thought he detected a slight diminution of her exuberance. “It’s all right. If you like that sort of thing.”
“Most people do,” he assured her. “It’s the place to be. Ty’s claim to fame.”
She frowned. “Ty? Who’s Ty?”
A grim expression formed on Scott’s face. The bastard hadn’t even told her his name. “Owner of the club. Tall, handsome, looks like a gangster? Keeps a small room upstairs where he likes to take girls?”
“Don’t think we met,” she said curtly.
Oh, yes you did, he thought.
She fiddled with the cash register. “You two know each other?”
He thought about that for a moment. “You can say that.”
“How is he?”
He wanted to tell her everything he knew about Ty de Montesquieu, but he also knew she wouldn’t believe him, so he merely shrugged.
She looked up, her eyes twin question marks. “You don’t like talking about him, do you?”
“Let’s just say we’re not the best of friends.”
The questioning expression on her face deepened, and for a moment it looked like she was about to probe further, but then she reconsidered and dropped the subject. Instead, she murmured, “I wanted to apologize about Friday night.”
“No need to apologize.”
“I should never—”
He quickly put a hand on her shoulder and turned her so she faced him. “It’s all right, Anna. Really.”
She gave him a quick smile, then leaned in for a peck on his cheek. “Friends still?”
He managed a smile. “Yep.”
“Great.”
The rest of the morning went by uneventfully, though he could sense that a distance had grown between them that he had no idea how to overcome. It scared the hell out of him, even more than her curious behavior at Ty’s club.
Roland had told him, as a parting shot, that he should do well to steer clear of Anna. That the girl was obviously damaged goods. But even though he wanted to heed his brother’s advice, he found himself drawn to her even more. If anything, he was even deeper in love than before.
“This is crazy,” he murmured when he caught himself stealing another glance at Anna. “This has got to stop.”
“What has got to stop, Scott?”
He looked up, horrified that someone had overheard him, and was stunned to find himself gazing into the beautiful yet cold eyes of Valerie de Montesquieu.
“Valerie!” he exclaimed.
She gave him a mocking smile and cocked her head. “I’d heard you were a working man now, Scott, but I simply had to see it for myself.” She looked him up and down, then said in a condescending tone, “You look… servile.” Then she flicked her finger along his discrete mustache. “Though I’d lose the facial fungus, Scott. It makes you look ridiculous.”
He felt his blood boil. He’d once dated Ty’s sister. Only once, but that had been enough. She was as beautiful as she was vicious. Just like her brother.
“So now that you’ve checked me out, can I help you?”
She twirled her finger. “Just looking around.”
“Don’t let me stop you, then,” he said, and started walking away.
“Actually,” she called after him, “perhaps you can help me.”
He rolled his eyes. “What do you want?”
“I’m looking for a present for my brother.”
He turned to face her, shoving his hands in his pockets. “So?”
Her eyes widened. “So? You’re a sales assistant, Scott. So? Assist!”
“Valerie? Go to—” he began, but suddenly he caught sight of a disturbing scene. At the men’s trousers section, Anna was engaged in a lively discussion with a customer. It was Ty de Montesquieu.
Valerie’s eyes swiveled away from Scott, and sh
e laughed. “I think your services are no longer required, Scott. I see that my brother has found a more able assistant.” She gave him a coy look from under her long eyelashes. “Able and willing, I might add.”
Scott gave her a withering glare. He should have known. Valerie didn’t go anywhere without her big brother to keep an eye on her. He knew that from the one time he’d taken her out. It was the first and last time he ever went to the movies with a girl and her brother. Of course, they’d only been sixteen at the time, but the memory still rankled.
With long strides, Scott walked up to Ty and Anna. The moment Ty’s gaze settled on Scott, his cruel lips jerked up into a smirk.
“Well lookie here. If it isn’t Mr. Serf himself.” He laughed a booming laugh as he took in Scott’s sales suit.
“At least I’m working for a living,” growled Scott, barely controlling his anger.
Ty didn’t seem perturbed. “Yeah, well, some people work for money. Others for peanuts.”
Scott watched with rising indignation as Ty slipped his hand around Anna’s middle and drew her against him. What was he going to do? Fuck her on the sales floor? He noticed how Anna looked flustered, but didn’t fight Ty’s indiscreet behavior.
“Anna? Are you all right?” he asked.
Anna quickly nodded, her gaze directed at her feet.
“She’s fine, Scott,” said Ty, pulling her into him, and planting a wet kiss on her lips.
It was more than Scott could bear. With a growl, he pounced on the other man, and before anyone could stop him, had landed a resounding punch on Ty’s jaw.
“You fucking—” Ty began, and wildly grabbed Scott by the lapels and gave him a vicious head butt.
Scott felt the pain explode into his brain the moment Ty’s hard head connected with the soft tissues of his nose. There was a crunching sound, and the next thing he knew, he was lying on the floor, tasting blood.
“Scott!” a familiar voice cried out, and when he looked up, he found himself looking into the angelic face of…
“Anna,” he murmured. But then darkness enveloped him, and he passed out.
Chapter 10
Anna was surprised by her own response. The moment Scott went down in a spray of blood, her heart lurched, and she was instantly by his side, all thoughts of Ty completely forgotten.
“Little shit got exactly what he deserves,” she heard Ty snarl, but paid him no attention.
Moments later, she was surrounded by the other members of the store staff, and it wasn’t long before an ambulance arrived, and Scott was escorted from the scene on a stretcher, carried by two male nurses. She volunteered to accompany him to the hospital, and was surprised she was the only one.
The others all seemed shell-shocked at what fate had befallen Scott, and seemed reluctant to get involved.
Poor thing, she thought as she held his hand throughout the drive to the hospital. The way he’d jumped to her defense had moved her. Ty was a big brute, she knew that already, but he should keep his hands from her friends.
It was one thing to treat her like his personal pet, but he didn’t have to go around punching people simply for trying to stand up for her.
She shook her head sadly as she watched Scott’s unconscious face, his nose a swollen mess of blood and bruises. It was her fault, really. Scott cared so much for her, and watching Ty take advantage of her must have triggered an automatic chivalrous response in him.
She stroked his cheek and heaved a sigh. If only he weren’t gay, she thought she could even love this man…
“Boyfriend?” one of the nurses called out.
She shook her head. “Just a very good friend.”
The guy checked his call card. “Scott Harris.” He frowned. “Some discrepancy here,” he muttered. “Got a different name…”
Anna didn’t pay him any mind. All she could think of was the way Scott had jumped to her rescue. What an incredibly brave thing to do. No man had ever done that for her. No one. She thought back to Friday night. Perhaps they could try again? She loved him, she knew that now, though merely as a friend. Still, somehow she longed to make love to him. Feel his tender lips on hers. Those soft hands caressing her breasts. His cock penetrating her pussy with care and tenderness… He’d been so careful. So loving…
She shook her head and closed her eyes. She was all screwed up inside, and nobody knew it better than she did.
When Scott moaned, she looked up, and was relieved to find him looking back at her. His eyes were foggy, but then he frowned, and moaned, “Anna?”
She pressed his hand. “I’m here, Scott. Everything will be all right.”
He tried to sit up, so she held him back. “You’re in an ambulance. We’re taking you to the hospital.”
He frowned and groaned. “What happened? Ty? Did he—”
Anna’s face darkened. “He hit you, Scott. Knocked you out.”
Scott grimaced at the memory. “Wasn’t the first time either.”
“You didn’t tell me you two knew each other this well,” she said softly.
He looked pained, and for a brief moment, the thought that Scott knew what had happened on Saturday night between her and Ty flashed through her mind. She dismissed it. He couldn’t know. Only she and Ty knew what had transpired between them in that tiny room above The Capital.
“Like I told you, we’re not exactly friends.”
“Oh? You could have fooled me.”
He laughed, then grimaced in pain. “Ouch,” he said, gingerly touching his hand to his nose.
“It’s broken, buddy,” said one of the nurses.
“Dang,” sighed Scott. “There go my classic features.”
Anna had to laugh at that. “Don’t worry,” she said, stroking his hair. “I’ll still love you, even if your nose is crooked.”
He gazed into her eyes, and said, “Will you?”
She hesitated for a moment, then said, “Yes.”
It was the weirdest thing. His hand lay curled up in hers, soft and warm. His gentle brown eyes held hers. And she suddenly felt so comfortable. So relaxed. So happy simply to be near him. He made her feel like no man ever had. Except for the sex part, she felt she could really love him. And in fact she did.
She was the first one to break eye contact. “Is his nose going to be all right?” she asked one of the nurses.
The man chuckled. “Your girlfriend is worried you might turn ugly, buddy,” he offered.
“She’s not my girlfriend,” Scott said softly.
For some strange reason, Anna felt her cheeks flush. What if she was?
They arrived at the hospital minutes later, and Anna had to wait out in the hallway while the doctors worked on Scott’s face. By the time she was allowed to see him, his hospital room was already crawling with people she’d never met. Family and friends, she assumed. So she quietly crept out of there, and returned to the store. Her working day wasn’t over yet, and she doubted if they’d give her the day off just for helping out a colleague.
Wandering into the dressing room, she was surprised to find Susie and the others huddled together in a corner. The moment she entered, they all flocked around her, anxious for news.
“He’s fine,” she assured them. “He’ll live.”
Susie chewed her lower lip. “I hope he’ll come back.”
This surprised Anna. “Why wouldn’t he?” Then she realized what Susie was really saying and her stomach lurched. “Do you think they’ll fire him after what happened?”
Susie nodded, a worried frown on her pretty face. “He attacked a customer, didn’t he? I can’t imagine management being too happy with Scott right now.”
Anna felt her heart sink. “They can’t fire him,” she said vehemently. “Scott was only trying to protect me.”
This elicited curious looks from the others. “Ty… insulted me,” she explained. “And Scott jumped to the rescue.”
“I can believe that,” an older woman with a face like a halibut said. “Scott has always struc
k me as a real gentleman.”
“Too bad he’s gay,” Anna murmured, feeling forlorn all of a sudden at the thought that she might never see Scott again.
Loud titters rang out all around her, and she blinked. Finally, her gaze settled on Susie, whose face had taken on a darker tinge of scarlet. She didn’t meet her eyes.
“What? You told me Scott was gay,” she told Susie.
“Well. I may have, erm, exaggerated a little,” said Susie in a small voice.
“If that boy is gay, I’m the queen of New York,” said the older woman, and burst into laughter once more.
Anna felt her heart make a sudden leap in her chest. Scott wasn’t gay? But that meant that… he actually liked her?
She flopped down onto one of the benches, her legs suddenly unable to carry her weight.
Scott Harris… liked her?
She suddenly felt so confused inside, that she burst into tears.
It kinda killed the moment for the others, who all stood awkwardly staring down at her.
“It’s the emotional backlash,” whispered Susie. “She’ll be fine in a moment.”
Anna didn’t know if that was true. Would she be fine? She kinda doubted it.
Chapter 11
Scott was disappointed when Anna didn’t return to the hospital room. His folks were there, and so was Roland, and he was glad they were. But all he could think about was Anna, and he found his eyes returning to the door in hopes of seeing her bright smile appear.
“You file a police report yet?” Dad asked him.
Like his sons, Jack Thornton was a tall and handsome man. The years hadn’t reduced his magnetic personality, nor his good looks. They had only added maturity and poise. He now looked particularly peeved that a member of the Montesquieus had attacked his youngest.
“Dad, it’s not worth it,” Scott said.
“No son of mine is going to be attacked by Ty de Montesquieu!” Dad hollered.
“Honey!” Mom insisted. “Keep your voice down.”
Fay Thornton had always been a paragon of beauty and class, and her gray hair did little to diminish those classic features.