by Jordan Marie
“My woman needs her man tonight,” I whisper through the moan she pulls out of me when she sucks on the small ring I have in my nipple.
“I’m dying for you. Hurry,” she whimpers.
I slam the door with my foot before pushing her up against the wall.
“Mi cielo, you’re driving me crazy,” I mumble against her neck. “Wrap your legs around me,” I order. I bite down on the tendon that runs along her neck beside the artery. Her nails dig into my sides.
“The feeling is mutual.” Her greedy hands move to my belt.
“If you do that, this will be over quick,” I tell her. She ignores me and, once the belt is loose, she pops the button on my jeans.
“We have all night,” she tells me. “We can go slower with round two.” As she tells me that, her skillful little hand finishes opening my pants, releasing my cock. She wraps her hand around it and strokes it while maintaining the tightest pressure she’s ever dared with me. Sweet Jesus.
“What’s gotten into you tonight, Beth?” I ask, even as my hands help to push my pants down.
“Are you complaining?”
“Fuck, no! Just wondering what made my mujer so bold. I’m thanking my lucky stars.”
“Less talk, Skull. More action.” She brings her tongue to my lips and curls it against my small lip ring. She sucks the ring into her mouth, playing with it just right… so fucking right, my balls are already tight.
“Point made,” I tell her.
My hands go to her panties and I rip them. I push the ruined silk out of the way. Her body shudders as her hips thrust toward me with hunger.
“Hurry, Skull,” she whispers, pushing my shirt up and latching her lips on my nipple, capturing the ring between her teeth and pulling on it, then drawing the nipple into her mouth, loving it with her tongue.
“I just… Oh fuck… Beth, let me make sure you’re ready,” I groan.
“I’m ready, I’m ready—I’m just empty,” she responds, holding onto my dick again and positioning him at her pussy.
“Fuck it!” I growl, giving in and thrusting my cock into her without even seeing if she’s ready. I didn’t need to worry. She’s so damn wet, I glide into her sweet pussy, her walls accepting my cock like they were made for it. They were. She’s formed to fit my dick, and my dick alone. I don’t stop until I’m balls-deep in her, and then I pull out. I balance her weight with my one hand and my right leg as I hold onto my cock just outside of her pussy. Our lips barely touch. Her sweet little pink tongue comes out and licks her bottom lip, teasing me. Her breathing is so ragged, her chest heaves. Her face is flushed and her hair is ruffled around it. Beautiful… and mine.
“I want your breast,” I tell her, rubbing the head of my cock against her pussy. “Take it out, Beth. Feed it to me.”
Her smoky eyes deepen in color at my command. She slides the straps of her dress over her shoulders so the top falls to her waist. She unlatches the silky white bra and pulls it from her body, never taking her eyes off of me. All the while, I just keep stroking the head of my cock over her firm little clit, up and down and then in half circles. She’s so fucking wet and her body is trembling.
“Skull,” she breathes.
“Feed me, mi cielo,” I order again.
Her small hand slides under her breast, lifting it towards me. Her body leans and stretches. My mouth comes down on the nipple, sucking in as much of her breast as I can. At the same time, I slam my cock right back into her.
“Skull!” she cries out as my balls slap against her slick skin. My tongue teases her nipple. I suck so hard, it’s plastered to the roof of my mouth and I can massage it with just the force of my mouth. I shift my hands so I’m holding onto her thighs. My cock sinks another inch inside of her, an inch neither of us knew I could go. The angle is different too, so I scrape against her inner wall, hitting that spot that makes her scream out my name again as her fingernails dig into my biceps. I suck her breast with more force, her nipple sliding against my tongue. I almost slide out of her pussy before pushing back in, riding her hard and showing her no mercy. Each time I sink all the way inside, I grind against her greedy little snatch.
“I’m close, baby,” she gasps, but she didn’t need to. I can feel the way her pussy is milking me, needing me. She just needs a little something to push her over the edge. I pull my mouth off her breast until the nipple is at my teeth, then bite into it, not letting go, and slide my tongue around it at the same time. I fuck her hard, giving her my cock without worrying about hurting her. I want her to feel my cock pumping her long after we’re done. I want her body limp with exhaustion.
“Fuck, yes!” she hisses, and then I feel her teeth bite into my neck.
She’s marking me. She’s claiming me. That’s what it feels like, and it’s all I need to push me completely over the edge. I scream out her name and slam into her over and over, my cum rocketing inside of her with such force that her body quakes along with it. Then, I feel her whole body shake and her muscles clamp down on me as she comes apart and joins me, taking everything I can give her. When it’s done, she releases my shoulder, letting her tongue slide along the imprint of her teeth.
“I love you, Skull,” she whispers, tightening up on my cock again.
I move a hand to her clit and massage it slowly, gliding my cock in and out of her in a slow, steady pace.
“Te amo, mi ceilo. Te amo,” I whisper and continue until I push her over the edge again. This orgasm is gentle, and when she cries out, it’s quiet, like a purr. Contented, a smile finds her lips.
Skull’s asleep. We’re lying in bed and I’ve lost count of the orgasms he’s given me, though I know it’s at least five. I’m going to be sore tomorrow. The thought brings a smile to my lips… even while my heart feels like it’s breaking.
I’m propped up on my pillow with a hand holding my head up. My leg is wrapped over Skull’s body, watching him breathe and memorizing every mark of ink, every scar and curve of his body.
“How are you still awake, querida?”
His voice is whisper-soft and hoarse, and it sends delicious chills over my skin.
“I’m just watching you sleep.”
“What on Earth for?” he asks.
I let my index finger slide down his chest, following a jagged scar.
“You’re beautiful,” I tell him honestly.
He turns to his side and props himself up much like I am, studying me.
“I think that last orgasm might have fried your brain. There’s nothing beautiful about me, unless you count my woman,” he says, his fingers trailing down my neck to my breast and kneading it before sliding his thumb over the nipple. Even sore and worn out, I can feel the answering moisture between my legs.
“Skull,” I whisper, not even sure of what I want to say. He must understand because he leans over and pushes me carefully on my back before taking my nipple into his mouth lovingly. My ass leaves the mattress as I strain to get closer to him.
He lets go of my breast to look at me. “Jesus, you want my cock again, querida?” he asks as his fingers brush through the sticky wetness of my pussy. I’m so sore there and he’s taken me so hard and so much that it’s almost painful. Still, the way he touches me and pets the swollen and tender area soothes me too.
“You, Skull. I just want you. I will always want you,” I tell him, giving him honesty in those words that I can’t with others. He positions himself over my body and looks down at me. I caress his face with a hand, my thumb brushing the contour of his nose and the fine wrinkles around his lips. He captures the tip of my thumb with his mouth, memorizing the feel and the shape, then kisses it gently.
“So sweet, so fucking sweet,” he murmurs, his voice quiet.
He blows on the breast he’d sucked on. His breath causes tiny bumps of awareness to pop up across the skin, making the nipple pebble.
“Make love to me, Skull.”
“Are you sure, mi cielo? I don’t want to hurt you.”
In respon
se, I spread my legs wider, making room for him. “Please,” I beg him.
He pulls his pillow underneath my hip and wedges it, then guides himself into me. I hiss from the sting, and when he tries to back out, I tighten my legs around him. “No, don’t stop,” I urge him. He’s worried, I can tell, but he begins carefully pushing inside of me at my request. I can feel every wonderfully thick inch of him sink into me.
“Every time feels like the first,” he whispers, and he’s right. It does. “It just keeps getting better, querida. Every damn time I’m with you, it just keeps getting better and better.”
“I love you, Skull,” I whisper, his cock stretching me more than ever before.
“It’s never close enough is it, querida? No matter how far I get inside your body, it’s never enough.”
His words break me because they echo what my heart is screaming. “It’s never enough, Skull. It’s never enough.” My voice breaks. I can’t hold the tears back—I don’t even try. I let loose the slow-rolling tears, spiked with emotion.
“My sweet, tender Beth,” Skull says, his thumb wiping a tear away.
“Love me, Skull,” I plead. “Never let me go.”
“Always, mi cielo,” he moans. “Nothing will ever stop me.”
I hold onto him as he takes my mouth, kissing me and possessing it as surely as he’s possessing my body. I come just like that, surrounded and owned by him, my orgasm sweet and gentle and consuming. When he does too, I feel his heat fill me. I swear, I feel it all the way in my soul.
My palms are sticky from sweat and my heart beats out of my chest as I watch Skull talking to Beast. He’s trying his best to get his brother to talk, but Beast only turns away and ignores him. I see the pain in Skull’s eyes. I want to take it away. I’m mad at Beast for hurting him, but then remember that in just a few short hours I will be hurting him worse. Guilt churns in my stomach.
Skull finally gives up and moves to the window where I stand. It’s a cloudy, rainy day and the drizzle of the water hits the windowpane. It matches my mood. He gathers me up in his arms and pulls me close. I can’t resist touching the side of his face, wishing I could take away all his troubles.
“He’ll be okay, Skull. He just needs to heal.”
“I don’t know, querida. The doctors say there’s no reason he shouldn’t at least be talking to us.”
“Some wounds run so deep, it’s hard to claw your way out. He’ll talk when he’s ready.”
“How did you get so smart?”
I drink in his face. His eyes shine with love, his lips curving into a smile with the tiny laugh lines crinkling at the corners of his eyes. I love the way his dark hair falls in a beautiful mess that I can’t resist touching. I commit all of it to memory, every bit of it.
“I met a man and fell in love.”
“Mi cielo, you cannot be sweet now. I have to go oversee some shit so we can get this dark cloud off of us. We don’t have time for me to fuck you. Besides, after last night, I think you broke my dick.”
I smile despite my mood. I boldly rub my hand over his pants, finding his cock. He lied; he’s semi-hard. I rub it, putting enough pressure so he can feel it through his jeans.
“He doesn’t feel broke.”
Skull groans, pulling my hand away.
“Enough, mujer. You wrung me dry last night. I don’t even know how you’re walking this morning.”
I bite my lip as I remember the night we had. He’s not wrong; every time I take a step, I feel the soreness in my stomach. There’s bruises all over my body from his rough lovemaking and I relish every one of them. My body is tired and definitely well-used, but if he pulled me into the adjoining restroom right now, I’d gladly make love to him again. The thought of never again being able to get that close to him, to feel the heat of his body when he is holding me, to just be with him… is killing me.
“I can’t help it. I want you again.”
He kisses the back of my hand, but pulls away from me, not giving in. “I always want you, mi cielo, but I have to get to work. I will punish you later for torturing me.”
I do my best to hide the pain that slashes through me at his words, because I know there won’t be a later.
“Stay safe today, please?” I ask him.
“I will. I made Pistol and Latch promise to bring you home in an hour, querida. Do not argue with me. I don’t even like you being here. I still don’t know why I caved.”
“Because you knew it would make me happy…?”
“I think it had more to do with your mouth on my cock, but your version makes me sound like a better man, so we will go with it. Promise me to keep Pistol and Latch with you, alright?”
“I promise.”
“Give me your lips and let me get out of here before I weaken and give you my dick.”
I kiss him, and maybe he can tell by the way I wrap my arms around him tight and drag his lips down to mine. I’m not sure, but our kiss is more urgent, rougher, definitely more demanding than any we’ve shared in a long time. My tongue sweeps into his mouth, searching and finding every hidden spot that I can, dueling with his and coming out victorious. I drink in his taste, hoping I will still taste him on my tongue in the months and years to follow. Maybe I will get lucky and it won’t be that long.
The truth is, I don’t trust my father. There’s a reason I’ve taken to calling him the Devil. He’s pure evil. I don’t know the real reason he’s demanding this of me, but I figure he may kill me. If not on purpose, then he will when I grab Katie and break free, because I won’t rest until my sister and I are free from that monster. I hope somehow I can get Katie from him and manage to kill him. I could die happily if I achieve that.
“Wow! That was a kiss, mi cielo! You are feeling needy today, aren’t you?”
“I am always needy around you, Skull. You better get going before you’re late,” I tell him regretfully. I just caught a glance at the clock on the wall. I have twenty minutes to get down to my father. I don’t want to risk being late; I don’t know how he’ll lash out at me.
“Si,” he says, kissing my forehead. “Pistol, Latch… you two, do not let her out of your sight. Keep her safe.”
“Will do,” Pistol says, and I wish I could kick him in the balls and stomp on him. I need to find a way to warn Skull further about Pistol. I just don’t know how without risking my sister’s life… or Skull’s.
Skull leaves, and we are all sitting around Beast’s bed. Pistol gives me the signal with his hand. I take a breath. Time to get started, I guess.
“Would one of you mind taking me to the cafeteria? I’m starved. I was running late this morning and didn’t get any breakfast.”
“I can—”
“Nah,” interrupts Pistol. “Latch, you stay here with Beast. I need to stretch my legs, anyways. I had to ride a freaking cage over here.”
“Only if you’re sure,” says Latch.
I try to smile reassuringly when he looks at me. “I’ll be fine. I’ll be back soon,” I tell him, and that’s just the first of many lies I’ll be telling today.
I hear the echo of footsteps. They seem abnormally loud, like what a man on death row might hear as he makes that final walk to his execution. I feel like that, like each step I take brings me closer to the end. I allow a few tears as I picture Skull’s face when we said goodbye. I rub my hands down the sides of my pants, trying to calm the emotions inside of me. I need to be cold when I talk to my father. I can’t let him see how much I’m hurting. Something tells me that will only bring him pleasure.
“You might as well dry it up. It must be really hard being filthy rich and having your father cart you off to the South of France to protect you.”
South of France? I have a feeling Pistol wasn’t supposed to let that escape. I can’t imagine why my father would do that. That’s where the Donahue family have a lot of holdings. I know if I wasn’t so emotional, I might be able to piece it together better.
“Skull will kill you someday,” I promise h
im quietly.
“He’ll be destroyed when he loses you,” Pistol responds. “He won’t notice what’s going on right under his nose.”
“He might not. But his brothers will, and when you’re found out, he’ll kill you.”
“Don’t worry about it, doll face… You won’t be around to see it.”
“Maybe not, but I’ll take comfort in knowing that it will happen, and Skull will spit on you when it’s done.”
Pistol slaps me hard across my face. His ring catches my lip and tears it open. The coppery taste of blood drips on my tongue. I would respond, but my father picks that moment to walk out of the room and meet us. I glare at him, not bothering to contain my hate.
“What happened?” my father asks right away, and the spark of anger in his eyes surprises me.
“Just a little love tap from your henchman,” I answer sarcastically.
He turns to Pistol. “You hit her?”
“She was mouthing off,” he says with a shrug.
That’s when I see a side to my father I should have known was there, but somehow didn’t.
“I told you she wasn’t to be harmed.”
“She’s in one piece. I just decided to teach her that women should be seen and not—”
I scream. I can’t help it. Before Pistol can finish that sentence, my father shoots him in the stomach. Pistol drops to the floor moaning and clutching his belly.
“W-We had a deal—” he moans.
“That didn’t include you touching my daughter. Besides, you had to know your men would suspect you if you weren’t injured. This way, you have the perfect cover… if you live.”
“Damn you!” Pistol gasps, his breathing turning hard.
“You should save your breath, unless you use it to pray that Devil’s Blaze cares more about you than you obviously do them,” my father says, then turns to me. “Elizabeth, hand me your locket.”
My hand goes to it, grasping it tightly with refusal on my lips. My father shoots Pistol in his foot. I jump in response.