by Sam Crescent
“What?” Tiny asked. Fear filled every corner of his soul at the desperate screams.
“He’s raping another girl. They’re all fucking monsters,” Mikey said.
Devil threw his bottle against the tree. In the last few months, The Darkness had gotten out of control. There was once a time when Tiny loved being part of a strong group of men. They fucked whoever they wanted and beat the shit out of anyone who stood in their way. If there was order, they would make it their mission to fuck it over.
“I’m many things, but I’m not a fucking rapist,” Devil said. “I’m out of here. I’m done.”
“You can’t just walk away,” Tiny said, holding his ground. They were all in this together.
Devil moved forward. The scent of alcohol made Tiny’s stomach roll. “Tell you what, Tiny, go and see what they’re doing, and you tell me what you’re going to do.”
Looking back at Mikey, he saw the pain on the older man’s face. Mikey was only a few years old than he was, but he’d clearly seen too much crap.
Stumbling across the uneven ground, Tiny went toward the group. Snitch, the town leader and thug, was pumping away between a woman’s thighs. What he saw would stay with him forever. Tiny grabbed his gun and stared at what was going on. The girl on the ground was someone’s daughter or wife or even girlfriend. She meant something to someone, and they were using her like a rag doll. He saw the tears mixed with the snot.
Aiming the gun he was prepared to fight. He had to save the girl from what they were doing to her. Tiny knew what was going to happen, and it sickened him. They were going to take turns. How long had this been going on? Where the fuck had he been when this started happening?
“If you pull that trigger we’re all dead,” Devil said, catching him unaware. The other man and Mikey had snuck up on him.
The gun was taken off him. Tiny didn’t know who by, only that it was taken from him. The two men led him out from the scene into the clearing.
He bent over and vomited everything he’d ever eaten. Fuck, what the hell was the world coming to? His world was awful. There was no one to protect and everything to destroy. The girl’s pain had been written all over her face. No one was going to stop them.
“We have to go back and help her,” Tiny said, pleading with the others.
“There are more than ten men back there. You start shooting, you’re going to end up dead, the girl, too.”
“She’s dying anyway,” Mikey said. “There’s nothing we can do.”
“It’s time I was going. I never liked this place much, and if I ever touch a woman who doesn’t want it, I want fucking shooting.” Devil stood up. “If you ever need me contact me.”
Tiny watched the other man leave.
“You can stop this,” Mikey said.
“How?”
“By fighting back.”
Tiny had fought back. He sent Snitch and The Darkness out of Fort Wills. A lot of men lost their lives when he did. He’d buried them and hadn’t shed a tear when he’d done it. The following morning he’d gone back to the place they’d used the girl. Someone had shot her, leaving her to bleed out. He’d never known her name, but he’d taken the time to bury her and give her a headstone. She was laid in the Fort Wills cemetery as a constant reminder of what he couldn’t do and what he was determined to change in the town.
****
Eva placed the final dress into the suitcase. She had a handful of clothes ready for the couple of days to go. The purple dress for the baby shower was hung in her wardrobe along with some jeans and shirts. Everything else was packed, ready for her father to pick her up on Friday.
She heard the door opening and closing.
Staring at the cases, she waited for Tiny to make an appearance in her doorway. She still wore the blue dress from that morning.
When the door opened she turned to look at him. Frowning, she saw he looked in pain.
“You’re still leaving?” he asked.
“Nothing is going to stop me leaving.”
He was leaning against the doorframe staring at her. Tiny looked ill as if he was going to vomit at any moment.
“The Skulls didn’t always run this town,” he said, stepping into the room. She tensed, waiting for him to continue. “This place was a fucking shit place to live. The town was shit with no order. There were no cops. Well, there were cops, but they were fucking useless, and no one gave a shit.”
“What’s this all about?” she asked, stepping in front of him.
“There were a lot of problems with this place. It was run by a small group known as The Darkness, a group of thugs and fucking criminals. I don’t know why no one ever cared about this fucking place. We must have slipped out of caring or something.”
Eva knew this place had been a nightmare. Her father and many of the fighters who worked for him had heard about this place. The reason she’d chosen to come here trying to get away from her father was because it would be the last place he’d look to find her.
“What was The Darkness?” she asked.
He started laughing. “It sounds like a fucking rock group. It wasn’t. Far from it. The concept was when you met one of us, all you’d see is darkness. You’d be dead.”
She understood the term. “You were young then?”
“Yeah, I was young, foolish and a fucking idiot.” He was silent for many minutes. “There is shit you don’t know about me, and I never want you to learn the truth. I can’t tell you everything. I will not relive it for you.”
Eva wanted to ask so many questions. Instead, she sat beside him. Taking his hand, she locked their fingers together.
“What happened to them?”
“To who?” he asked.
“The Darkness. A group like that doesn’t just disappear.” She knew he would have killed some of them to get Fort Wills the way it was. Eva also knew that some of the men wouldn’t have left easily.
“Who we didn’t kill left.”
“It’s strange,” she said.
“What’s strange?” he asked.
“A group as powerful as that, why did they leave and not come back, trying to get what they lost?” She was thinking out loud.
“A lot of them were killed. The ones that left would know not to come back. Anyone with sense wouldn’t try to fight for what they couldn’t win back. They’re gone, and for Fort Wills’s sake, they better never come back.”
Getting up from the bed, she left him alone, heading downstairs. She’d put a small chicken in the oven so they could pick over the meat for some sandwiches.
“Why did you leave?” he asked, standing in the kitchen.
“I always leave. You never say much before it’s time for me to go.” She shrugged. They had a really difficult relationship. There were times she was sure they were making progress, and at other times she felt like they were taking a step back. She wasn’t prepared to give into his demands. They had sex but that didn’t mean a commitment to her. Tiny had a long way to go before she’d ever consider forever with him. She didn’t trust him around other women, and he never made a commitment to her.
“Tonight, can we have tonight where we don’t talk about the club or what we’ve got to do?” he asked.
She placed the roast chicken on top of the stove and stared at him. Her pussy was tender from their fucking. Staring at his graying hair, Eva felt an answering arousal start within her.
“Nothing is going to change what’s going to happen. On Friday, my father is taking me home.”
“I know.” He stood opposite her, staring. “I’m asking for tonight.”
He wouldn’t beg. It wasn’t his style.
“Fine. We’ve got tonight.” She dealt with the chicken as he circled the counter. Before she knew what he was doing, his hand was under the skirt of her dress.
“Good. I want you naked now.”
Eva placed their chicken down while Tiny tore the dress from her shoulders. Growling in anger, Eva heard the fabric tear. “Be patient,” she said
.
“No. I don’t give a fuck about eating.” He moved her to a clean surface and pressed on her back until her breasts were on the counter. She squeaked from the cold.
The sound of his zipper opening met her ears. In the next instance his cock found her pussy and thrust to the hilt. He moaned as she curled her toes to stop herself from making a noise. He was large, and she’d not been prepared for the penetration.
“I know that hurt you. I’m sorry, baby. I needed to feel your cunt around my dick.” He stroked her clit. Within moments she felt herself responding to him. “You’re ready for me now.”
He pulled out of her body only to slam back inside. There was no give in him. He was a force to be reckoned with. Holding onto the edge of the counter she cried out as his wet fingers circled her anus. She’d never had her ass touched, and the sensation was entirely sensual.
“Is this about Vegas?” she asked, looking at him over her shoulder. His gaze was smoldering. She felt scolded just by looking at him.
“No. I don’t give a fuck about Vegas. This is you and me and what I should have done years ago.” He slapped her ass, tightened his hands on her hips, and pounded into her in three quick thrusts. “Such a pretty ass.” He slapped her ass again before she felt his fingers back to her asshole.
Tensing, she looked across the room, waiting for what he was going to do.
“Open for me, baby. I can give this to you.” He pressed the tip of his finger to her ass.
She tightened her body not wanting him inside. Yet, even though she didn’t want him inside she didn’t stop him either. She felt conflicted inside over what she wanted and what she didn’t.
His other hand delved between her thighs, and he started to stroke her clit. Biting her lip, she struggled underneath him.
“You’re going to open up to me, baby. You’re mine. I own every inch of you.”
He did, but she was never going to let him know the truth.
Fighting against him, Eva knew it was useless. Her body was already opening beneath him.
Relaxing against his hold, she held her breath. The tip of his finger worked past her muscles. Slowly, he slid his finger in deep.
“You’re a fucking virgin, aren’t you, baby?”
Shaking her head, she kept her eyes closed.
His hand that had been between her thighs fisted her hair. He tugged on the length forcing her to look at him at an odd angle.
“Answer me,” he said.
“No, no one has been there.”
“Good. I’m taking that all for myself.”
Refuse him. Tell him no.
She kept her lips shut and her words of denial to herself. Tiny could have any part of her, but she would not give him everything. When she first met him as a young girl she would have been a fool and offered him everything on a plate. Now, after the time they’d been together, Eva knew he would only hurt her more. She couldn’t afford to give him her heart and soul.
He was like the men she’d run from. Her father’s fighters were of a similar mind, using women for pleasure.
Cutting off the thoughts of her past she moaned as his finger penetrated her ass, working her over. The pain and pleasure mixed together catching her unaware. She felt her arousal flooding her pussy and spreading down her thighs.
“I’ll take my sweet time taking your ass, Eva.”
No words were necessary as in the next breath he pulled out of her pussy only to slam back inside. Holding onto the counter she did her best to stay still. Tiny was not a small man or a weak man. He possessed a lot of strength behind his thick corded muscles.
“Let me hear your moans. I want to hear your pleasure, Eva. Give it to me.”
She sank her teeth into her lip denying him her pleasure.
Slap.
Slap.
Slap.
With the feel of his palm on her ass and the sting from his spanks, Eva could no longer keep her sounds to herself. Releasing her lip she cried out, groaning as his other hand returned to her clit.
“That’s it, baby. Show me how much you love my cock. You’re so fucking wet. Your cream is coating my dick.” He thrust into her in six hard thrusts, stroking her clit.
She splintered apart coming over him once again.
“Good girl. Let’s see how you take a second finger.”
He touched her ass, wiggling his finger, stretching her open. The hand between her thighs returned to her hip. She couldn’t move. The strength he had kept her firmly in place. Tiny could seriously hurt her, and it wouldn’t take him much to do.
The fact his hands caressed her rather than hurt her made Eva feel better.
“Fuck, your ass is tight. I’m going to have to work this ass to get what I want.”
Still Eva remained silent.
His second finger opened her up. The pain confused her even though pleasure struck every sensory nerve she possessed. Tiny knew what he was doing to her. He was clearly confident in what her body needed. How was she going to walk away come Friday?
Eva didn’t know the answer to that question, only that she had to in order to save her a lot of heartache.
Chapter Four
Eva took his fingers, and he sawed them together, opening up her ass. He’d never known a woman to be so fucking tight. Most of the women he knew were sweet-butts who were used to be taken in every orifice.
Only he would be the one to take full possession of Eva. She wasn’t a virgin, but her ass was untouched, and he intended to take it. Pumping his fingers into her ass he felt her cunt ripple around him.
He loved this woman and had been in love with her for a long time. No matter what he felt for her, he wouldn’t give in to the need. Being the leader, the boss of The Skulls, stopped him from letting himself be that vulnerable. Patricia had protection in her brother and had died of cancer. She broke his heart when she died. They’d had their problems, but he really did love her. He would still be with her now if she was alive. But Eva was alive, breathing, and had the power to shatter every part of him.
Holding himself back was the only way he knew he’d be able to survive the danger of what Eva could cause him. Lash, Murphy, and Nash had all faced their woman being hurt. Seeing Eva shot and knowing he was the one responsible tore at him. He’d already seen one of his women being taken from him. Tiny knew deep down that he couldn’t live through Eva being taken either.
No, he wouldn’t be openly claiming Eva as his woman. Only the club would know what she meant to him.
Tiny stopped himself from thinking about the life outside the door. This was the life he chose, and he wouldn’t be stopping it any time soon.
Turning his fingers, he stared at where his cock was buried in her pussy. Her lips opened around him. The image was so erotic he felt his balls tighten getting ready to explode inside her. There was no condom between them. He didn’t want the latex to obscure anything.
He couldn’t even bring himself to give a fuck if she got pregnant. The only thing he knew in that single moment was how damn hot she felt naked for him.
“You want me to fuck you, don’t you, baby?”
“Tiny, fuck me, or leave me to finish off what you started.”
She was panting. With one hand on her hip he watched his dick leave her pussy until only the tip remained inside her. His shaft was wet with her arousal.
In one quick thrust he fucked inside her. He couldn’t wait any longer. Tiny needed to orgasm, or he wouldn’t make it through the night. Alternating his thrusts between taking her pussy and then slamming his fingers into her ass, Tiny worked up a steady rhythm opening her up for him.
Fucking her hard, Tiny tensed as his balls tightened. His release was close, and with two final thrusts inside her pussy the wash of pleasure swept over him.
Moaning, he held onto her tight with his fingers in deep into her ass. She groaned letting him do what he wanted.
When it was over, he removed his fingers from her ass. Reaching over her head, he cleaned his fingers on the
damp towel. She tried to move, and he steadied her.
“Wait. I’m not finished with you yet.”
Eva paused underneath him. Cleaning his hand and then her ass, Tiny took his time. He expected her to argue with him or at least curse him. She remained bent over the counter.
“I don’t want you to move,” he said.
“I get it, Tiny. Stay still until you’ve had your fun. I get it. I understand, stay still.”
He slapped her ass. “Sarcasm doesn’t suit you.”
“Bite me!”
“Oh, baby, I certainly will, just not tonight.” Tiny waited until he knew she was going to stay still.
When she showed no intention of moving, he slowly withdrew from her pussy. Opening the lips of her sex he stared at her. She was flushed from his cock, red and puffy at the same time. Then he saw his own cum at her entrance starting to leave her body. Something primitive caught him, holding him in place like he held Eva in place.
He never once considered himself possessive, but when it came to Eva, he was. Seeing his cum flooding her cunt turned him on. Even after finding orgasm minutes before, he felt a stirring in his gut.
“Are you doing what I think you’re doing?” she asked.
Standing over her, he pressed his fingers into her pussy stopping his cum from leaking out of her. “I’m watching my cum in your body.”
“Pervert.”
“When it comes to you, yes.” He fingered her pussy, and she shook underneath him. As he kissed her neck, Eva relaxed underneath him. “I’m going to fill every part of you, Eva.”
“Why?” she asked. The confusion was clear to hear in her voice.
“Because I can. You’ve given yourself to me, and if you don’t stick around come Friday, I know you won’t be able to forget about me.” He was a bastard, but he didn’t care. Eva was the only person he wanted, and the woman beneath him was going to realize when it came to her, he didn’t play fair and would never play fair. “You like what I’m doing to you.”