The NSC Boxset: Heart of Stone

by D H Sidebottom

  My pussy ignited as my belly throbbed and I watched as his fury flickered to arousal and need, his warm breath fuelling my own arousal into a fierce roar.

  A slight whimper erupted from me and Mason growled deep before he crashed his mouth over mine. His lips locked onto mine, the rhythm in his kiss fast and reckless, firm and wild as his tongue buried deep within me, colliding with my own as we clashed teeth and wrestled against each other.

  His hands bordered my waist and I was suddenly flipped on the bed, my face in the mattress as Mason pushed my knees high so my arse was raised in the air.

  “Oh fuck . . .” I snarled as Mason’s thumbs opened me up to him, displaying me like a damn trophy in a cabinet, an artefact in a museum, a centrefold in Playboy.

  “Yeah, oh fuck. This . . .” he inserted a finger inside me, my arousal letting him in without any restraint, “This is mine, baby. I own you, Ava. I possess every god damn piece of you.”

  I groaned deep as he pushed in another finger and circled them inside me, collecting my juices before he removed them and pushed into my bottom.

  I pushed back against him, my lust and desire now taking over and killing any inhibitions I had. Hell, when it came to Mason I didn’t have any anyway. This man always turned me into a hot, panting rampant bitch.

  Before I could take another breath his cock slammed into my pussy, deep and hard, firm and brutally. He hissed loudly before a loud groan rumbled from him and I echoed each of his erotic sounds, my body pulsing in need as I bumped back against him.

  His hand fisted my hair as he leant over me, his cock still deep-rooted and his fingers still fucking my ass.

  “Your hot pussy demands me, baby. It screams in fucking delight with every—fucking—ram—of—my—cock.” His words were met with a plunge to emphasise his implication as he removed his hand from my hair and pushed down on my lower back, making my back arch for him so he could drive deeper still. “My cock, Ava, my cock.”

  “Fuck me Mason, fuck me hard, baby.”

  His fingers disappeared from my backside so he could envelope my wrists and hold them above my head as he flattened me to the mattress.

  His drives grew frenzied and wild as he fucked me hard and fast, his body holding me hostage under him as he brought me higher and higher to the oblivion I needed.

  “Please . . .” I begged. He knew what I needed as his teeth collided with the flesh on the nape of my neck and then bit harshly, his lips sucking at my skin simultaneously.

  My body exploded in a pleasure so extreme my whole world rocked and tipped sideways. My scream was nearly as loud as Mason’s as we both hurtled to a climax neither of us breathed through, its intensity blowing apart my senses and nerve endings.

  His final thrust was united with his fierce ejaculation, his hot cum filling me and triggering my own orgasm. “Arghhhh, fuck, yes!” I screamed at him as my back arched, my toes curled and my pussy milked him fucking dry, demanding every last drop of ecstasy from my husband.

  “Christ . . . Hell . . .” Mason shouted his own expletives as he rammed one final time so deep the pain from the depth of him grabbed my lungs and brought my breath with a wheeze.

  “Shit baby, sorry” he rasped as he realised he’d hurt me.

  I shook my head, unable to form words as my body tried to rectify my frazzled senses.

  He pulled out gently, causing an ache inside me at the loss of him before I was pulled in tight against him, my head pushed to his firm chest.

  Our breathing mirrored each other’s as our sweaty bodies slid together and held on tight. I had missed this, missed the closeness and nearness of him. The ache over the previous few weeks had left me exhausted and depleted.

  I squinted my eyes as I felt a tear drop from the corner and slide down my face and onto Mason’s chest.

  “Hey, baby, don’t cry.”

  “What am I gonna do without him, Mason? He was my rock, my fucking light. My god damn crutch.”

  The tears were flowing harder as my sobs racked at my chest, harder and faster with each realisation that I was never gonna see my saviour again. The man who had grabbed me in the dark depths of hell and pulled me up, brought me back to life and continued to support me until I was healed and strong.

  “Hey,” he shifted sideways so his face was directly in front of me, our chests touching as he stroked his thumb along my jaw. “Listen to me, Ava. George nurtured you and encouraged you, baby. He lifted you and reassured you but he didn’t live for you, you did that on your own. You, you Ava, you’re the one who survived through it and battled your demons. You are the one who pulled yourself through so much shit that you came out the other end a fucking warrior, my fucking warrior.”

  He frowned and slid his thumb over my bottom lip, pulling the flesh and stretching it under his action. “Why didn’t you tell me about the picture messages, Ava?”

  Shit!

  He frowned deeper when he felt me stiffen and a faint growl echoed in the air in warning. “It didn’t matter, because I already knew. I didn’t want to give her the satisfaction of an emotion.”

  “Her?”

  “Well it was obviously Rebecca, Mason.”

  He sighed and rolled onto his back, his face hard and preoccupied. “No, doesn’t make sense. Rebecca already knew that you knew.”

  Hell, yeah, he was right. I hadn’t thought of that.

  I mirrored his movement and settled on my back, my own gaze captivated by the mosaic tiles in the ceiling. The pattern of blue and cream enamels was sheer splendour, the design relaxing but mesmerising. The blue swirls and cream flowers completely hypnotising and fascinating. “What does Rebecca do in Allure?”

  He frowned then turned to me, “Baby . . .”

  I held up a hand to him, “Mason, I’m not asking to start an argument but I need to know. Something is obviously serious if you went behind my back with . . . her.”

  “I didn’t go behind your back Ava . . .”

  “Yes Mason, you did.” I argued sternly, he had and if he didn’t believe that then there was something wrong with him.

  He sighed and ran his fingers through his thick hair, he was in desperate need of a cut and I tilted my head and studied him as he swung his legs over the bed and dropped his head in his hands.

  He was exhausted; I could see the strain on his face and the hunch of resignation in his shoulders.

  I moved behind him, slipping my legs either side of him as I snaked my arms around him and pulled him into my chest for support. “Talk to me, baby. I want to know.”

  “No, Ava, I don’t think you do. I . . . hurt you and god damn it, that fact tears me up but I . . . I didn’t know how to tell you without . . . without risking you.”

  I pulled in a resolute breath and slid my hands over his trembling ones. “I’m gonna go down and make us coffee. Take a moment, pull yourself into a zone of honesty and then join me. We’re doing this Mason, you hear me? I need to do this now.”

  His eyes flicked sideways and caught mine as his hand came up and palmed my cheek, “Can you handle it? Deal with the truth?”

  I rolled my lips. Could I? But I nodded firmly, “I have to Mason. Whatever it is, you’re my husband, and I love you and all your faults. I knew what you were and what you did when I married you. Hell, I’ve even joined you in that lifestyle. It’s the lies that hurt, Mason. Eight bloody years of them and . . .”

  “ . . . Rebecca.” He finished for me with a look of pain and a sigh of ache.

  I exhaled heavily but answered with a small ‘yes.’

  His eyes flittered across my face then a soft smile tilted his lips, “Okay, go make that coffee. I’m gonna take a quick shower then I’ll be down.”

  I smiled widely. “Thank you, I love you . . .”

  “ . . . and me, you” He finished as he kissed my cheek and lifted himself up. My eyes attached to his glorious arse as he made his way into the bathroom. His taut buttocks clenched and unclenched rhythmically in a pattern when he knew I was ogling h
im, “Enjoying the show, baby?”

  I giggled as I pulled on Mason’s t-shirt, foregoing any underwear as I left him to his shower and went to make a full pot of coffee, knowing I would need a substantial amount of the stimulating substance in an effort to keep calm as my husband finally let me in on his final secret, his other life, his Mr Hyde and his secrets.

  Chapter 19

  Mason

  AVA PLACED THE full carafe of black coffee in the centre of the table and I knew we were in for a long night, but hell, we needed to do this. If I had any chance of repairing my marriage it was by being truthful, honest and absolutely blunt.

  She sat opposite me and I knew it was to get the full view of my face, the force of my honesty and maybe a little distance so her fist couldn’t reach me. Shit, my woman could fucking lay me out with a single swift punch, most of my men couldn’t even do that.

  I inhaled greatly, pulling in the courage from the air around us and blowing it out slowly as I closed my eyes. “I have owned Allure since I was eighteen.”

  She gasped and I heard her harsh swallow before I opened my eyes and studied her. Her chest was heaving in anger but her face showed no other emotion than shock.

  “Twenty two years?” she whispered with a choke and my heart fisted at the sound of her.

  I rolled my lips and nodded, still watching her deeply, waiting for . . . hell, I didn’t know what I was waiting for.

  “What you don’t know about me is very little Ava, but this, this is something I didn’t know if you would understand after your past.”

  She pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes. “What the hell does my past have to do with a fucking knocking shop?”

  “Brothel, Ava. An upmarket brothel at that.”

  She laughed and shook her head, “Call it what you want, Mason, but it’s still a place men go for a fuck, nothing more, nothing less.”

  I shrugged, “Whatever, but it’s nothing like the backstreet fuck holes out there. It’s secure, expensive and I look after the girls.”

  She nodded slowly but her eyes hardened along with her jaw, “Your girls? Correct me if I’m wrong Mason, but that makes you a pimp.”

  My teeth sank into my lip and I sighed heavily, “Fair enough but I don’t touch Ava, not since you. I know what you think and let me tell you, you’re wrong, baby. Your cunt is the only pussy I’ve touched in eight years.”

  She smirked and locked my gaze. “That’s not entirely true is it Mason? Maybe six years, but definitely not eight.”

  I sighed but didn’t answer her. “What I don’t understand is how you get away with it.”

  I frowned at her as I poured us more coffee, my frazzled nerves needing the stimulant that coke would provide but I settled for coffee. My life was too complicated without another addiction to the white stuff.

  “It’s disguised as a strip club. The upper rooms can be declared as hotel facilities and we only ever entertain regulars or cast iron recommendations. Plus, it helps when you have the police Commissioner in your pocket,” I tipped my head and smirked at her “thanks to you.”

  “Jesus Christ, Mason. You have Robert Delaney on your books?”

  Yep, that didn’t go down too well.

  I shrugged again but didn’t answer, not sure what to say and how she would react. She shot out of her chair and palmed the kitchen worktop, her shoulders heaving as she digested this latest information.

  “Do you even realise what I risked to get him and his daughter out of your life Mason?” she bit out without turning.

  I swallowed and rolled my tongue around my top teeth trying to dampen the dryness of them as my heart pounded with my wife’s hurt and anger.

  I stood and approached her, encircling her waist as I rested my chin on her hair but she remained with her back to me and her face out of the window. “I . . . I needed both of them, baby.”

  I cringed when she stiffened and gulped, her whole body radiating pain and anguish at my words.

  “You always needed her though, didn’t you? Always needed your little fuck whore in a way you never needed me.”

  She pulled out of my embrace but I caught her as she tried to leave. “Sit down and let me finish, Ava. You wanted the honest truth and fuck, you’re gonna get it. Sit the hell down and listen.”

  Her eyes blazed as her breaths turned into shallow pants of ire. She didn’t move so I gripped the tops of her arms and lifted her, carried her over to her chair and placed her gently down. “Listen.”

  She ravaged her little finger with her teeth, the sight hardening my cock like it always did but I rounded the table and settled opposite her. “My dealings with Robert Delaney are needed to keep the business out of the spotlight, as for Rebecca . . .”

  Her eyes shot up to mine, her interest now peaking at the mention of Ava’s longest rival, not that she needed to worry, I would never go there ever again.

  I took another deep breath and locked her down with my gaze, needing her to understand why I did what I did. “Someone is targeting Allure and . . . us.”

  Her brows lifted then lowered into a frown, “Us?”

  I nodded and huffed. “Over the last couple of months two girls have been beaten badly and one . . . Yvonne was . . . strangled.”

  “Fuck!”

  I nodded at her, pausing for her to digest before I continued. Her eyes flicked around the room and I could see her thoughts behind her eyes. “You’re wondering what that has to do with Rebecca. Well, my manageress, Wendy, fucked off after all this shit started and I knew the only person who could calm and somewhat protect the girls was Rebecca. She ran Allure for ten years before you came along and it all kicked off between us.”

  “Jesus Christ” she huffed out as she stared at me with disbelief, “And us?”

  I gulped, knowing I was once more risking Ava because of the route my lifestyle took. “I received a note telling me to let you go, you received the photos and . . . and a . . . I got another DVD.”

  She reared back and stared at me in confusion, “Of?”

  I lowered my face to the table, not wanting to disclose this bit of the story but knew I had to, to have no secrets between us anymore. “It was full of video clips of you.”

  She frowned and I closed my eyes, “Just random clips of your daily life. You taking the kids to school, you shopping, you walking up the steps to NSC and some of you . . . you in the bedroom window . . . naked.”

  She was silent and I let her be silent whilst she comprehended that she was being stalked because of me, always because of me and my fucked up life.

  “I’m so sorry, Ava . . . I . . .”

  She lifted her hand and halted me, “What does Rebecca specifically do?”

  I frowned at her question, not sure where she was going with it but I humoured her. “She runs the place virtually. Sorts out the girls, sorts out bookings and stuff and when there is bad blood between any of them she sorts it out, stuff like that.”

  She nodded and sighed, “Is Allure open just at night?”

  “Yes.”

  She nodded slowly before she downed her coffee and refilled it, wincing when she took another gulp and realising it had gone cold.

  “Sack her” she demanded.

  “Ava . . .”

  She shook her head and held my gaze, “I’ll take it.”

  “What?” I barked as I spluttered out my own coffee.

  “Your girls need someone who can protect them properly until all this is over. Rebecca can’t do that and I won’t sit back and let the girls get hurt. Get her out and I’ll come in. This needs sorting now Mason, before any more people get hurt.”

  Holy fucking Hell!

  Chapter 20

  Ava

  I THINK I had gone mad but when Mason had told me what the girls were going through, all I could think of was what if it was Layla or any of the girls at The Black Panther. Just because they sold their bodies didn’t make them any less a person.

  I knew I could defend them better than Rebecca and
this was another way to get her out of our lives.

  “Have you gone mad?”

  I pursed my lips and narrowed my eyes with a slight tilt to my head. “Mason, you know I could run the place blindfolded. I can protect the girls if need be and to be perfectly frank, I want your fuck whore out of our lives once and for all.”

  “Holy shit, Ava. I dunno . . . fuck!”

  He pulled in a deep breath and his cheek twitched as he rapidly chewed on it, his eyes still fixed firmly on me as he deliberated my request. “Baby, it’s . . . I’m not actually sure I want you in that environment.”

  I laughed and shook my head in bewilderment. “After everything we’ve been through. I have killed people, I have been abused numerously and I have fought my side and for my family enough to take care of myself, Mason. You have dragged me into many of your contracts, your fights and your fucking business ‘meetings.’ I’m sure I can handle a few prostitutes and a fucking nutter.”

  He hissed through his teeth and stared at me, his worry moving aside for his acceptance. “I need you to be sure, baby. Sure of what you’re getting into.”

  I nodded firmly, “I’m well aware, Mason. A house full of people fucking is not gonna shock me. We need to find this bloody nutter and fast. I need to be there to protect them, I don’t want anything more to happen when I know I can prevent it but I want full carte blanche Mason, free rein to run it as I want. If I want to change things, then I will change them. If I think the girls aren’t getting the respect they deserve then I will make sure they get it. You understand me?”

  His face darkened slightly but he nodded, “Okay. And Robert?”

  “I’ll respect whatever you want to do with Robert but you get rid of Rebecca.”

  He nodded once but his face softened as he smiled, “I fucking love you, Ava. I don’t deserve you, you know that. Jesus, you surprise me time and time again with your strength and I don’t just mean your physical strength. Your inner strength, baby. It’s bloody potent.”

  “You need to share anything else?”

  He shook his head as I lifted out of the chair and perched my arse on the edge of the table beside him. “I need to get George home then we sort out Allure and you need to come home.”