by Jax Hart
“N-no. H-h, he tried.” I stutter in shock at the bloody destruction and violence that just went down.
The door bangs open, Meat barrels through with his gun drawn. He takes in the scene without blinking. The shrill ringtone of his phone echoes across the walls. “Yeah, I’m here. She’s safe.”
He hands his phone out to me, “He wants to talk to you.”
Shaking my head, I turn away. He’s never here. Never here when I need him. I saved myself like I always do. Every. Damn. Time.
“Shanna!” He roars through the speaker. “Jesus, don’t get all stubborn on me now. I lost time tonight, lost everything in my soul when I got that bastard’s text. It broke me. You broke me.”
“What are you talking about? You told me I was a game. A joke! I don’t need you. I don’t need anybody. The thing is, Duke, I’ve been alone since the morning I woke up in my bed with my mother gone. I had no one. Not even you Pops, when it came down to it. I-I can’t, just can’t be a part of this shit anymore!” I roar, numb and shaking with shock, processing what’s happened here. “All I’ve wanted was to get out of this life. It’s no secret, and I’m almost there. Don’t stand in my way—any of you.” I speak not only to him but to the two other men in the room whose hugs always tried to comfort me.
“Clean this shit up. I’m going to bed. There better not be a speck of this prick’s blood in my kitchen when I come down in the morning.”
“Yes, ma’m.” Duke’s rich voice calls out through the phone as I climb the stairs.
“I’m here, baby. I’m here.”
He’s here again in my dreams. His voice, the siren call to my soul. I try to fight it this time.
But it’s no use. I’m too tired.
I wonder if the need for him will ever leave my blood.
“Put your arms around me.”
In the space of consciousness between waking and sleeping… confused… I do what he asks.
It’s not until the chill of the wet early morning air hits my skin, that I realize this might not be a dream.
“Duke?”
“Shhh, baby girl. Sleep. You need it.”
My head falls back against the warmth of his wide chest. It’s been months since he has held me and yet it feels like he’s always been my home.
He places me gently in his truck, before shutting the door. Through half-open eyes, my eyes meet his as he climbs in the cab and starts the engine. He wraps a blanket around me and fastens the seat belt.
“Where… we… going?” I mumble still half-asleep.
“Somewhere safe,” he sighs, stroking my cheek, “I had to get you out of there, so the clean-up crew could come in.”
His words jerk me awake, it all comes back. My body trembles, he moves to take me in his arms, “Shhhh… it’s all over now baby girl. Go back to sleep. I’ll wake you when we get to my cabin.”
I’m still pissed at how he jerks my heart around, but too tired to fight the way I feel every time he’s near. He’s back to being the man of my dreams. My Duke. Not the cold, distant man he’s become. My eyelids drop shut, and I fall back to sleep nestled against his side while the rumble of the truck’s engine takes us far away.
SHE’S SO GODDAMN BEAUTIFUL, my eyes hurt every time I look at her curled up against me like a sleeping angel.
My sleeping angel.
That is until she wakes and her claws come out. She’s gonna be pissed at me… at the situation. When I got the DNA results clearing me to fuck her into eternity—I walked around hard for a week.
But he was still out there.
I was hunting him hard; I wish I were the one to end him.
But now every fuckin’ obstacle is out of our way to our happily ever after, well… the only one left is her stubborn-ass pride. But her fire only makes me love her more.
“Wake up baby. We’re here.”
She blinks up at me with drowsy eyes.
“… am I dreaming, again? Or are you here?”
I press my lips softly to hers, “I’m here angel. And I’m never leaving you again.”
“I’ve heard that before,” she mumbles but doesn’t fight me as I haul her up into my arms and kick the door of the truck shut with my foot.
With one hand, I unlock the front door to the cabin without letting one foot of hers touch the ground. My arms carry her upstairs straight to the master bathroom shower. Its walls are made of six-grand worth of cut glass. With marble imported from Italy, it’s fit for a princess. My princess. With hands that worship her body; I peel the blood-spattered clothes off her. She musta been too strung out to take care of herself last night.
She moans, trying to cover herself.
“You’re mine now, Shanna. Mine for life.”
“No. Please stop hurting me, Duke. I can’t take any more hurt. Stop your teasing… your lies.”
“Look at me.” I tilt her chin up with one finger. With a sheen of tears in my eyes, I promise, “Never. I’m never leaving you. Not even if God separates us by death. My soul belongs to you and yours to me. You got that?”
She hesitates and with misty eyes finally speaks. “You better not be lying. I mean it… ‘cause you already haunt me every damn night. I-I still love you, despite everything…”
My kiss interrupts her words. I can’t wait any longer to take back what’s mine. One hand turns on the shower while we moan in unison at the feel of our tongues dueling. But this time; we’re both the victors.
Stripping fast, I hiss as her small hands grip me firmly. I haul her into the hot steamy shower and almost come at the sight of water streaming over her curves.
“Christ cherry. I’ve waited forever for you.”
“I was right here all along. You were the one who didn’t want this.”
“Let’s get something straight. There’s nothing I’ve wanted more. There’s things… you don’t know that I don’t want to talk about now…”
“Good. I don’t want to talk. I just want you. All of you. I’m still a virgin Duke. I wanted it… needed it to be you.”
“You better be ready for me,” I grunt pumping into my hand once.
“I’ve been ready for months. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve woken up frustrated by dreams of us together tangled up in my sheets.”
“Christ.” I shudder, trembling down to my toes in my need to claim her. I pick her up, impaling her with one hard, long stroke. Better to get the pain outta the way first so we can get down to the pleasure.
She whimpers, feeling the head of my huge cock separate her flesh. I’m pulsing, dick twitching feeling her; knowing no other man has experienced the pleasure of his dick going deep in this girl. Her hands clutch the back of my head as I pull a nipple into my mouth rolling between my teeth before suckling it with my rough tongue.
“God, you feel so good. Finally, filling me so deep,” she moans.
“You ain’t seen nothing yet, sugar. Hold on.” I reply pulling my hips back and pumping slow but staying deep, feeling her start to stretch a tiny bit so I can rut her like the stud I am. She’s my mare, and I’m her big stallion, as long and hard as a horse. I pull out, turning her to mount her from behind. This way I have a free hand to play with her clit as I stroke her G-spot with the thick tip of my dick.
The slapping of my balls hitting her slick ass echoes through the shower stall. My hand is covered in the coating of her need for me as I work her clit with my index finger and nip her neck, marking her mine.
I stop for a second trying not to come. My hands cup her full ass and I spank her once, hard. “That’s for letting him make you come.”
I slap her again, “Never. Never again will any other man touch you.”
“Yes… only you Duke. Only you.”
I grunt satisfied with her answer and resume my long cock-thrusting into the woman who I made mine. This time I don’t hold back as I feel her stretch to accommodate me. She bows her back letting her head fall forward. I grab a fistful of her hair and wrap it around my knuckles and let
the rhythm of our love take us home as I pump in and out, watching her greedy, tight pussy sheathe me.
She cries out every time I find her at the end of my stroke. I stay still, letting her feel me pulsing deep inside her; spraying my load into her virgin womb.
“Yes, Duke!” She screams as my thumb presses her clit hard while I still spasm my release inside her. It goes on and on. I feel my wet seed drip out while more unloads. She pants through her orgasm. The squeezing of her release grips me hard. My eyes close. I’m gonna blackout; the waves of pleasure are so intense.
“It feels so good to be inside you finally, all the way... inside you.” I slap the wall as the last spasm rocks my body, making me rock back on my heels.
I stay buried in her for five more minutes; reluctant to leave what I took so long to claim.
When she’s too weak to stand, I slip out with a hiss. Even the down stroke after is too much.
She curls up in my arms, and I hold her tight. Our heads falling back against the wall as the water pours down on us; rinsing our regret and pain away.
I sense she’s finally awake when she momentarily stiffens in my arms. She slept the whole day. The aftermath of Zach’s attack combined with me taking her was too much.
“It’s alright baby,” I murmur into her hair, “stay pissed at me as long as you want. Just don’t stop being mine.”
My hand moves up to cup her full breast as my other glides lower, through her curls.
“God, I can’t stop myself from wanting you. If I could… I would. Lord knows you don’t deserve me for putting me through so much shit.”
“I know. But let me make it up to you. Christ, I took you like a complete animal. This time, I’m going good and slow. Is… is that a blush? Ah, sugar, I’ve never seen your face turn beet red. Are you going all shy on me now?”
“I… I kind of liked how you took me. My first time was anything but boring and painful. Thank you, Duke.”
“I’m your first and your last cherry. You feel me?”
“Oh, I feel you,” she murmurs taking my dick into her hand.
I roll on-top of my angel, breathing in the scent of her skin. My head lowers, my beard lightly grazing between her breasts. I know she likes that. I run my head up and down the center of her body, tickling her sensitive skin with my beard while she writhes under me. My tongue flicks out to taste her nipples then licks a path down to her core.
God, I love this woman’s pussy. It’s so mine.
She’s pink and opens like a flower to me.
My lips find the tight bud hidden inside. “I’ve found ya’ cherry. Finally. I’m not letting it go.” I joke sucking it between my lips and relishing this tiny spot on her body.
Her hips lift off the bed, begging for me to take more. So, I do. I take as much of her as I can in my mouth, sucking greedily before licking through her folds.
The sight of her cupping her breasts as her hair spills around her is too much.
“I need to be inside you, now.”
She spreads her legs, letting me come between them. Her hands try to guide me inside. “Not so fast. We’re gonna do a slow burn this time. I’m gonna cherish you like the wife you’re gonna be to me someday.”
“Not so fast. You need to prove you’re worthy of me first.”
“Oh, I plan to sugar. Starting right now,” I reply slipping the tip of my dick in her an inch. She’s wasn’t lying. My gut always told me she was a little minx, a dirty little good girl that needed a strong man like me to tame her without breaking her. She grunts and I slip it in her another inch.
“Beg.”
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me cherry. Did you think I forgot how you teased me… wearing those skimpy outfits behind the bar. Christ, I went home after last call and jacked off to the sight of these tits spilling out of your tank tops. Now beg me for it.”
“No,” she answers with fire returning to her eyes. “You beg me to let you take me again.”
I rest my weight on my elbows with my dick two inches in and not budging another.
She’s pissed at me, rearing to go again. This girl has me tied up in fucking knots, but I need to let her think I still command her when in truth she’s my fucking master.
“Well isn’t this a quandary? I’m pretty much spent anyway. Need to reload if you know what I mean?” I wink, rolling off her.
“I guess you are an old man… maybe I should stick to guys my own age? Spence never had stamina problems.”
I count to ten gripping the sheets with my fist. “Did you just say that prick’s name to me? You dare remind me that he put his hands on my woman while you are in my bed?” My voice is low and deadly.
She knows she pushed me too far. She always loved doing that, and the sick fuck that I am gets turned on by it. She clutches the sheet to her breasts and bites her lip.
“Ten seconds Shanna. You have ten seconds to run. I’d use it wisely.” My jaw ticks, my eyelid twitches. There’s no doubt I mean business here.
She squeals, trying to run out of the bed and take the sheet with her. I grab it with my hands and tug hard leaving her no choice but to drop it or be caught in my arms that won’t give her any mercy.
She races down the stairs. I give her five seconds instead. She yelps, looking over her shoulder at all two-hundred and forty pounds of me, the naked beast hauling ass after her. I haven’t trimmed my beard in a week. I look like a wild mountain man; I feel like one. She knew saying his name was a fire poker to my back and she did it anyway.
“Time to pay cherry.”
But she doesn’t cower.
My queen rises.
She’s my fuckin’ match for sure.
“What. Did. You. Expect? We touched like two porn stars on ecstasy. Your touch drove me insane and then you left. You left without even looking back once. He was there… I needed. God, I needed you so much. He eased my pain and if he made me come a time or two, so what? I can’t believe you didn’t fuck around in California.”
She finishes with her shoulders squared and her eyebrows raised, daring me to challenge her. She’s not afraid, but her gaze falters when all ten plus inches of me stands tall, pointing at her.
“Damn. You are hung like a horse.”
“I know,” I reply stroking my meaty cock in my fist. It’s thick as fuck; veins bulging, turning red in anger, needing to pop off in my sweet cherry’s cherry. I crook a finger at her.
She shakes her head.
“Fine. Remember you started this,” I tell her slowly walking forward.
She reaches for something, anything to hold me back. But nothing will stop me.
Vaulting over the couch, I grab her arms and haul her over my shoulder like a firefighter. She thinks I’m going for the stairs, but instead, I head to the basement.
She struggles, but I don’t let go.
With one palm securely on her ass, my mind races at all the dirty things we’re gonna do.
In the corner, there’s a room I set up for anyone I would need to secure for the club if shit got bad. I open the door and throw her in, bolting it behind her. Jogging back upstairs I riffle through my duffle bag, hearing her angry screams from two floors above. Getting what I need I race back down to my raging lioness.
“Hello Love. Miss me? I was only gone a few minutes.”
“Too far Duke. This is too far.”
“Shut up sugar. Poppa knows what’s good for ya.’”
“Ugh, I HATE YOU!” She yells lunging at me.
My laugh rumbles round my chest, “I know cherry. You’re always saying that. Now come here and be a good girl. On your knees and suck me off.”
“You're insane.”
“Only for you doll. Now do it.”
She stares at me for a few seconds. With her eyes hidden by shadows, I can’t read them. But she does come forward and kneels at my feet. My head falls back, eyes closing in anticipation of feeling her hot little mouth on me. She takes her time, blowing hot breathes that teases my
cock, making it quiver in need. Pre-cum is oozing out. I’m so full and needing her.
“I’m waiting.”
I feel her lips finally tasting me. Her tongue swirls around my tip, tasting my need for her. She takes me in her mouth as far as she can before releasing me.
“Dammit, woman!” I bellow, feeling a sharp tooth nip my sensitive head.
She scoots back and stands. “I bow to no man.”
“We’ll see about that.”
Reaching behind me, I grab the vibrator I stole from her. Waving it like a flag in front of me I ask, “Miss this cherry?”
He eyes widen, and she gulps. “Not one bit. I had… Spence, remember?”
“You didn’t. Fuck cherry, him again?” Now I’m pissed for real. What the fuck? Who does she think she is throwing him in my face, twice.
“He loved sucking on these tits right here while fingering me…,” she whispers cupping herself.
I SEE RED. In an instant, I change from man to beast. With a roar; a primal scream of rage, I charge. Thrusting her up against the wall, she’s caged by my arms.
“Never. Say. His. Name. Again.” I lift her chin with my finger. She nods understanding it was too much teasing. I close my eyes, breathing hard, trying to erase the image of another man feasting on her full, sugary tits. It turns me on. Lowering my head with a growl, I take each bud in my mouth one at a time sucking deceptively lightly before pulling back and blowing on each nipple. My hand lazily travels down through her curls and strokes through her folds. Once. Twice. She moans, pressing closer, urging me for more.
“Did he do this?” I ask.
She nods.
“Did he touch you like this?” I ask thrusting my index finger up and rimming her ass with my pinky while circling her tits with my tongue and pulling them into my mouth.
“No,” she moans.
As she melts into me, I stop abruptly. Grabbing her hand, I lead her over to an oversized office chair on wheels. I sit on it naked like a king with my angry cock jutting out in her direction.
“Sit on it.”
She hesitates confused.
“… getting chicken, cherry? It’ll be the ride of your life, sugar.”