by Lucian Bane
He forced her legs onto his shoulders and stormed her pussy with an obscene hunger, digging his fingers into her ass as he stood, sliding her up the wall.
“Executioner!” she gasped, holding on to his head tightly as he bit and sucked, her sharp screams and clawing making him crazier. Pretty, fucking Winter. Naughty, fucking Winter. Feed my animal, raise him from the dead.
“I’m coming, oh God, I can’t—”
He released her ass and she free-fell down the wall. He caught her with his leg and hands, kissing her. “You can’t come,” he gushed on her mouth. “Not yet.”
THE NEXT CHAPTER
Winter stared into his dark eyes, burning with things that made her want to scream Executioner. But it wasn’t for her life that she feared, it was her mind, her heart. What would happen to them when he was done with her? Could she survive him? She was already shredded from the little bit he did. The problem was, if she looked at him, she saw Bones. And when she closed her eyes, she saw Bones. But it wasn’t Bones. It was X. And even if he was just a personality, to Bones, he would be another man. Her luck he’d be his other brother from some other mother and should he find out, he’d hate her for being a three-timing whore.
She needed to be stronger than this. She was stronger than this. She was a whore. She’d fucked hundreds of men and never flinched! But Jesus, that black, sexy shirt he wore, opened down the middle was killing her. He was beautiful. The universe said he should be wolfed down, that she should really do her sex tricks on him. But this wasn’t Bones or Reginald. This was X. He was cunning. Scary, maybe even malevolent. There was real darkness in him, she could sense it. So black she didn’t want to look too long in his eyes or she might see it and never recover.
He led her by the hand and she walked on wobbly legs, a lamb to the slaughter. He made room on the desk then stood just before her, his hands sliding with promises that terrified her, along her sides, back then ass until she trembled. His fingers turned harder at the base of her ass then pulled her into his body. She gasped when he lifted and placed her on the desk’s cold surface.
Breathless, she watched as he sat in the office chair just before her, leaning back and making it recline with a squeak. He appeared like a man getting ready to finally get down to business. She felt her juices wet between her legs, getting on the desk no doubt. He roamed hungry eyes over her body like an architect studying a blueprint. She waited to be directed. Ready even. To get it over with? No, to just get to it. Get what he did to her. Wasn’t anything she’d ever gotten in her life so she couldn’t say it was a whore’s appetites. What he fed her was something much deeper.
“Why does Bones hate you?” he finally asked, the question obviously baffling him.
Her mouth opened with an answer and then nothing came. “He—he’s angry about Reginald.”
He tented his index fingers, eyeing her. “What did you do to Reginald?”
“Nothing,” she said, gripping the desk to resist the urge to cover her breasts every time his eyes lowered to them, which was every few seconds. “I…” Should she just tell him? What if he thought the same thing Bones did? She was tired of lying and hiding. “I fucked Bones,” she confessed. The raise of his right brow indicated she had his interest and so she went on. “I didn’t mean it, he was there, while Reginald and I were… you know. And they were both talking at the same time, Reginald seemed… to want me to. And Bones… he wanted it,” she whispered out of fear of him somehow hearing and jumping up and screaming lying whore.
“How do you know he wanted it?”
Again, her mouth opened with nothing. She considered how she’d known. “He… he begged for it.”
“Begged?”
She nodded. “He wanted it, I swear he did.”
“Of course he did,” X said. “When did Reginald leave?”
“Right after that.” The terrible memory clenched her stomach in knots. “It was terrible,” she whispered. “He began calling for Reginald, I-I jumped off him and he screamed for him and then he-he screamed at me that it was my fault. To him, it was my fault.”
X had been tapping his fingers together and now they stopped, his dark eyes burning into her, making her scared.
“If I had known…” She shook her head. “No, maybe I would’ve done it even knowing. I don’t think Reginald is really a person, I think he’s part of Bones, the innocent part that Bones protected when bad things happened, when he was young. Reginald is really him and I think he hid Reginald when he thought there was danger. I’m that danger.”
“You,” he said, sounding maybe intrigued but not convinced.
She nodded even as she reconsidered. “Reginald loved me,” she said. “Loves. And Bones doesn’t even like women.”
“You have any idea why?”
“Why what?”
“Bones doesn’t like women.”
She slowly shook her head. “I’m sure it has to do with whatever happened to him?”
“Surely,” X muttered, his eyes back to burning harder than ever.
He knew. He knew what happened to Bones. “Tell me,” she whispered. “I need to understand so I know how to help.”
“Why do you want to?”
“Because…” the confession burned in her chest and she forced the painful words out. “I love Bones.”
He stared at her long and hard before angling his head. “Why does that seem to bother you?”
Tears welled in her eyes and she looked at the floor. She wanted to say isn’t it obvious but he might get pissed. “He hates me,” she muttered. “And… it’s…” she shook her head a lot. “I don’t like it, feels like it’s killing me.” She wiped the tears and laughed a little. “Funny, I got with him to do just that.”
“Do just what?”
“Kill me,” she said lightly at the irony. “That was the whole point of contacting him. I had thought Reginald was another man, not… well you know.” She finally looked at him and the furrow in his brow said she’d told him some news.
“Why did you want him to kill you?” His gaze lowered to her breasts. “Put your hands behind you on the desk.”
Her stomach knotted at the sudden request and she slowly did as he said.
“More behind you.”
She moved her hands closer together, making her breasts jut farther out. Judging by the way he stared at them, it was exactly what he wanted. His gaze lowered and she wanted to look and see how fat she was in that position.
“Open your legs.”
God. Two seconds, three words, and she was done in. She slowly opened them and he tilted his head watching.
“More.” He moved the chair closer and took hold of her legs, putting her feet on the edge of the desk, far apart. The obscene position had her breathless. He ran his finger over her gaping slit before sitting back. “That’s beautiful,” he whispered, before raising his gaze to her tits. “Fucking beautiful.” He eyed her as he stood and she lowered her eyes to his pants.
Oh God.
She shot her look up to his as he unzipped them.
“Now tell me why you wanted him to kill you.”
She fought not to pant like a dog as he kicked his jeans and underwear off, then removed his shirt. She lowered only her eyes to his groin, needing to see what he was up to.
He sat again, and she released her breath. Then he draped a leg over the arm of the chair and opened his other. She stared, horny out of her mind at how he gripped the base of his cock and slowly caressed his balls in his other hand.
She remembered he’d asked her a question. “He…he…” What was the answer? “I wanted to die,” she whispered, her clit pounding with a dull throb.
“Why?” He wet his finger on the top of his cock and reached out. “Tell me while I touch you.”
She strained as his wet finger stroked the tip of her clit. “I… I…” A moan escaped when he slid his finger inside her for a leisurely dip, the creamy sounds bringing heat to her cheeks. He pulled out and wet her clit more. “I wa
s a bad… sister.”
“Sister?”
God, she didn’t want to talk about that while he did this. It felt so wrong. “I killed my brother,” she strained, ready to get it over. “I sold him for a high when I was sixteen to my pimp. They ruined his life and he died from an overdose.” He plunged his finger hard and deep. “X,” she gasped, arching her back to create more pressure on her aching nipples.
“That was very bad,” he whispered, moving forward so he sat exactly between her legs. He worked his wet finger into her ass while sliding another in her pussy. His knuckles pressed into her clit and she closed her eyes, fighting to think as she pushed forward into the pressure. “Who killed him?” He rammed his finger deeper and she shot out a cry. “And don’t say you.”
“I… I don’t know.”
“You have ideas though. Fuck my fingers while you talk.”
She let out another gasp, lifting her ass and moving herself on him. “I think my pimp knows.”
“Former pimp,” he said, watching her move on him. “Faster. I want you watching too. But you can’t come. Harder than that, fuck my fingers.”
She moved faster, her breaths coming quicker.
“So, you fucked Bones,” he muttered. “How long did you want to fuck him? Don’t lie to me.”
“I don’t know,” she said. It was true, she couldn’t think. She didn’t want to think about that.
“Did you like fucking him?”
A lust-filled moan escaped her as she fought to move faster, get him deeper. “Yes,” she moaned.
“Tell me what you liked about it.”
“He…he did it so good,” she said through more moans. “So much passion. And need, he needed to fuck me, I needed him… to need me, I need him to want me, love me. I need to love him. Oh God,” she gasped, desperate, “I need to come, X.”
****
X fought to focus his mind. It was every-fucking-where but especially on the smell of her. The sight of her, legs wide open, fucking his fingers, her pretty face in agonizing pleasure. He couldn’t decide if he wanted to torture her with 0 orgasms or 100. Fucking God Almighty he felt drunk and he’d not touched a drop in years. What he wouldn’t give to have one drink. He never did, he never risked doing it and fucking up his plans. But with her in the equation, everything changed. More than he realized at first. He could probably get away with a lot, having her as an accomplice to keep him out of trouble.
He needed to own her first, but with her so into Bones, that might take some doing. Nothing he couldn’t accomplish. He’d start by giving her what she craved.
He pulled his fingers out of her and rubbed the head of his cock on her slit. The desperate cry she gave made desire hammer in his balls. “Do you want me to fuck you?”
She answered with strained pants, looking between her legs.
“You have to tell me to.”
She made several anxious sounds before her “I can’t,” wrenched out of her.
X eyed her, pausing. “You can’t or you won’t.”
Her tits moved with her breaths. “I won’t. I love Bones. I won’t ask for it.”
So she’d give it but not ask. “Lean over on the desk. Face down.”
She eyed him as she stood and turned, doing as commanded. She’d ask before it was over with. She’d beg.
He slammed his hand on her ass and she shrieked with “Oh God” while putting her forehead on the desk and clenching her fists next to her head.
“Lift your ass Pretty Winter,” he said. “And tell me why you’re scared of him.”
“I… I don’t know,” she barely managed, letting out a scream when he spanked her. Her pussy sucked the head of his cock and he stroked her ass. “He’s scary,” she shot out.
“Why?”
“He… he blacked out.”
“When?”
“He tried to… choke me, and Reginald stopped him.”
“Don’t move your ass, let me do everything. Why did he try to choke you?”
He very slowly pushed in, spanking her every other second. “Tell me.”
“Oh God,” she gushed, her pussy clamping so fucking hard, sucking him in each time he spanked her. “He… he thought I was bad. He thought… I was dangerous. He wasn’t in his right mind.”
“You keep saying that.” X gave her three consecutive spanks, grunting and hissing at how hard her pussy bit down. He licked his finger and pushed it into her ass, his cock halfway in now. Her cries came non-stop as he worked his finger deep. “Your fucking ass makes me want to murder.”
“Tell me about the scar,” she gasped. “What is it?”
“I told you to check the hospital records.”
He lit her ass with five spanks and she shoved back onto his cock, burying him inside her.
“I said not to move,” he grit, fighting back the sudden orgasm she nearly caused. He raised her legs off the floor and stepped away from the desk with her.
She panicked, trying to grab hold but he continued to walk back. “Executioner!”
“You disobeyed.”
“X, stop!”
He stepped back until only her hands held the desk edge. “Wrap your legs,” he warned.
She gasped and grunted as she clamped his waist and bent her knees, heels digging into his upper back. “Better hold on,” he warned, releasing his grip on her hips.
“Oh my God,” she whimpered, gripping him tight with her legs and the desk with her hands.
X began moving his hips, slowly building his pace. “Did you check the hospital records?”
“I don’t know which hospital!”
“I know you don’t.”
“Which is it?” she managed between delirious grunts.
“I’ll tell you if you ask for it.”
“I just did.”
He spanked her ass hard and her body bucked on his cock. “Ask for it.” He reached beneath her, sliding his finger over her slippery clit.
“Please,” she shot out, her breaths thick with lusty grunts as he thrust a little faster.
“Ask for it,” he ordered, spanking her, one… two…three.
“Please,” she panted, louder.
He slowed his pace, working his other finger in her ass. “Please what, Pretty Winter?”
“X,” she cried weakly.
He began fucking her again while fingering her ass. He switched between playing with her clit to spanking.
“Please!” she shot out, desperate.
“Please what!” He pulled his finger from her ass and grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled back. “Please what, Pretty fucking Winter,” he grit, pumping his cock deeper and harder, rubbing her clit faster.
“Please fuck me!” she screamed. “Oh God, fuck me, X, fuck me, don’t stop!”
Buried to the hilt, he grabbed hold of her upper body and moved her back on the desk again, facedown. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?” he shuddered at her ear as he wrapped his fist in her hair again. “Naughty fucking Winter, your sweet pussy makes me want to kill Bones,” he rasped at her mouth as he pounded his cock deep inside her. “I want to kill him and have you all to myself.”
The fire finally detonated and X clutched her hair tighter, his growls turning into half roars at her lips. He fought to watch her, to burn his mind with the vehement rapture on her face as she struggled to reach him with her mouth, begging with her eyes. Don’t stop, don’t stop until you give me every single drop of this agony, your agony. His climax came, and the long hard convulsions put a strangle-hold on the darkness inside. In a single moment, a split second, X sucked in his first breath of real life. And he didn’t ever plan on giving it back.
THE NEXT CHAPTER
Bones woke with a jolt, sensing something wrong. His heart hammered in response to the same fucking mysterious emergency it often did when he woke. He froze at seeing he wasn’t on the couch. He was in his bed. And Winter wasn’t.
The fuck?
He fought to recall the previous hours coming up with a com
plete blank.
“Shit!” He threw off the covers, finding himself naked. Goddamn what had happened? He hurried to the door and yanked his robe off the hook, sliding it on. He paused, hearing voices. Who the hell was in his house?
He opened the door carefully, listening. The deep tenor was familiar and Bones walked out. Clyde, he realized before he reached the kitchen. And Winter, he saw when he stood in the doorway.
“Morning man, I saw myself over. Figured you were up and at ‘em.”
Bones eyed Winter who stood at the sink with a sweet, up-to-no-good smile. “Long night,” he mumbled, heading to his coffee pot on the stove, his gaze on Winter who purposely avoided his stare.
“I’m ready to go,” Clyde said. “This here pretty little lady was kind enough to feed me and serve me coffee. You didn’t tell me you got hitched.”
Bones plopped the aluminum pot onto the stove. “That’s because I didn’t. Winter is… working here.”
“Yes, Clyde,” Winter cut in. “I whore in my spare time when I’m not whoring for a living. You probably recognize me, I’m pretty sure you and I have no doubt met.”
“Oh, no ma’am,” he laughed loudly, “My wife is enough woman for me.”
“Oh Clyde, I’m sorry,” Winter said, ignoring Bones glare. “I had no idea you were married.”
“Well, I don’t wear my ring on the job, it gets in the way.”
“She’s not my whore,” Bones said, pissed he couldn’t say she belonged to his brother without sounding crazy. “She’s… just a friend.”
“Yes, a friend,” Winter repeated, adding stress to the word like he had, but for the sexual implication.
A knock sounded on the front door.
“Oh,” Winter hurried to it. “That must be his paid whore, excuse me.”
“Well, that’s my cue,” Clyde all but boomed, standing up at the table while Winter opened the door.
“You can go out the back,” Bones said to him, hurrying him out. “I’ll be out in a bit.”