Sempiternal

by K. Renee

  Walking towards her, I wrap one hand around her neck and the other around her waist, pulling her body to mine. I don’t hesitate when I drop me mouth to hers and kiss her deeply. I already know that what I’m about to tell her may make her run. The thought of never having me lips on her again tears at me cold black heart.

  I was trained to be a killer. I was taught that the family always comes first and that outsiders were not allowed to be part of our world. One look at her and I couldn’t help it. She drew me in like no one has ever done before. Me thumb presses against her throat and a small moan slips out. Her hands dig into me sides as she kisses me back just as roughly as I’m claiming her.

  I pull me mouth off of hers before I end up taking her to me bed and fecking her the way I’ve been craving since I dropped her off at work this morning.

  “I brought ye here because I know that there are no ears in the room. Ye want the truth, and I’m going to give it to ye. I may not give ye everything ye want to hear, but I’ll give ye what I can.”

  She slowly nods her head at me words, never taking her eyes off of me.

  “I work fer me Da. What yer friend says is true. Me family is from Belfast, Ireland. We aren’t part of the Irish mob, but we do cater to them.” Her eyes widen at that, and I have to pause. Her eyes dart from me to the door behind me, but she still doesn’t say a word. “I know I sound like an evil man, but I only do bad things to bad people.” She starts to shake her head, so I reach out and grab her arm. Her hand comes up in the air as I pull her body to mine again. She doesn’t let me get as close as I was before, but I don’t let this deter me.

  “Did you…” She pauses fer a second, and I watch her throat as she swallows. She doesn’t know how to ask the question that I already know is on that tongue of hers. “Do you kill people?”

  I swallow and blow out a deep breath. She isn’t going to like me answer. “Have I killed? Aye...” She pulls out of me grip and tries to make it to the door before me. Her hand is starting to pull the door open when I push it shut. I hold it closed as she tries like hell to get out of me gaff. “Listen to me Stana,” I bark out.

  I watch her body stiffen, and she doesn’t turn around. “I’ve only killed because it was them or me. What I do fer me family will never touch ye. I will never hurt ye.” She doesn’t turn around yet, but I continue anyway. “The men I’ve killed deserved it. They were wicked lads and were trying to kill me family one by one. I won’t stand around and let these feckers try and hurt me family if I can stop it.”

  When she finally turns around to face me, I can see the fear written all over her face. She’s fecking terrified of me. I move closer to her, and she backs up until her back is flat against the door. Crowding her against the door, I lean into her. My body pressing against hers brings all my rational thoughts to the dirty ones that typically linger anytime I think about her.

  “That fecker I saved ye from would have killed ye that night. I don’t go by the same set of rules as that bastard. He signed his own death when he attacked ye. I don’t allow boyos to touch women in that way. Men like that are the ones I kill.” Her face pales, and I continue. “I killed a man because he put a knife to me Da’s throat over a bet he lost. Me Da may not be the best man, but he’s family. The bastard was the stupid one to make a bet in the first place. He lost and got angry at Da. I killed him before he could kill me Da.”

  Her face softens a little at those words, but her body is still wound tight. “They fecking deserve it.” I use my left hand to cup the side of her neck, and she doesn’t flinch away from me this time. “Trust me halainn, I will never hurt ye. Ye are the first real thing in me world.” I see something change in her eyes, so I make me move. I close the distance between us pressing me lips against hers.

  The sweet taste of her skin explodes on me tongue as I swipe it across her lips. Her hand reaches up, and she wraps it around me neck, pulling me mouth closer to hers. She deepens our kiss, and I slip me tongue into her mouth. Every stroke of her tongue against mine brings out a frenzy in me. Me hands grab her arse, and I pull her body into mine.

  I have no fecking clue what is running through her mind as I lift her up into me arms and carry her to me bedroom. Not once does she pull her lips from mine, so I take this as a good sign. She wants me just as much as I want her.

  I toss her on me bed and stalk towards her. Her hair is spread out over me blanket, and I can’t imagine a better sight than the one in front of me. She’s fecking beautiful. I lean over her body and hook me fingers into her skirt. I unzip the side of her skirt and slowly pull it down her sexy legs. Her panties are lacy and black, me favorite.

  I start to unbutton her blouse and press me lips to her skin with each button. Her hands run up my arms and grip the back of me head, pushing me lower. I let her show me where she wants me. I get the last button undone, and I hover right above the top of her panties. The tips of her fingers start to push me head down further. I slowly sink to me knees at the side of me bed and me mouth is only an inch away from her sweet pussy.

  My tongue sweeps across her panty covered clit, and she squeezes her legs together around me head. I do it a few more times before I pull them to the side and run my tongue along her sweet wet heat. She’s already wet fer me. She still wants me even though she thinks I’m a monster. Feck, I don’t even care if she hates me after this as long as I get to slide deep inside of her wet cunt again.

  Running me finger through her heat, I slowly sink it inside her pussy and kiss me way back up her body. Swirling me finger around inside of her, I place open mouth kisses all over her skin. Using me free hand, I pull the cup of her bra down so I can suck her perfect round tit into me mouth. I lavish her nipple and lightly bite down on it before switching to the other side, still fingering her.

  Her moans fill me bedroom, and I feel me cock getting harder with every one of them. Pulling me fingers from her cunt, I put them in me mouth and suck the juices off of them. Her eyes are burning with desire now, and I want nothing more than to sink inside of her.

  Backing away from the bed, I start to strip down. Once I’m done, I reach forward and grab her panties, sliding them down her thighs. Once I get her panties off, I pull her up and push her button-up down her arms and toss it behind me. Reaching behind her, I unhook her bra and throw it back with the rest of her discarded clothes.

  Grabbing her legs, I pull her to the edge of the bed and kiss me way up her chest. When I get close enough to her face, she grabs me head and pulls me closer to her. She kisses me deeply, one hand gripping me length. Her hand starts to slide up and down me shaft roughly, and I want nothing more than to slam inside of her.

  Her finger slides over the tip gently before she starts to stroke me again. I moan against her lips, and she gives me a grin. She knows the power she has over me right now. She’s got me by the dick, and there is no one that I would want to have that way than her.

  “You kill people.” Her hand tightens on me shaft, and me eyes lock with hers at her words. When I don’t say anything, she continues. “But you only kill bad men.” I continue to stare at her, trying to piece together what she’s trying to do right now.

  “I protect those I care about,” I state gently.

  Her eyes flash before she releases her grip on me dick. “Are you going to kill that man that attacked me?” I don’t answer her because she already knows the answer without me saying the words.

  Instead, I tell her again. “I protect those I care about.”

  “Do you care about me?” Her voice isn’t nearly as loud as it was a few seconds ago.

  I lean forward and cup her cheek. My thumb caresses her skin, and she sucks in a breath, preparing herself fer the answer I’m about to give her. “I do lass. When I find the bastard, I can promise he will get what he has coming to him. He would have raped ye. He could have killed ye.” I feel the thunderous beating of her heart in her chest as the words fall from me lips. “He doesn’t deserve to breathe the same air as ye.”

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sp; Instead of her saying anything, she crushed her lips to mine and pulls me into her body. I thrust into her roughly and start to pump me hips. I kiss me way down her neck and settle on her pulse. Her moans fill the air with every thrust that I make. The bed moves slightly across the hardwood floor in me room, but it doesn’t stop me from taking her body and claiming her as mine.

  Mine. I’ve never wanted a lass to be mine, but fer some reason I want to own her. Every. Damn. Inch.

  As we both fall over the edge, her fingers dig into me back, her nails digging into me skin. The scratch marks burn as her fingernails move, but I can’t help but continue to feck her. Once we ride out our orgasm, I collapse onto of her and suck in deep breaths.

  Fifteen

  Stana

  Waking up a few hours later, I feel the dread pooling in my belly. I shouldn’t want anything to do with Jerrick. He’s a sick man. He admitted to killing people. What would happen if I made him mad? Would he hurt me too? I shake my head slightly as I look up at the ceiling. He saved me, he wouldn’t hurt me.

  He starts to stir next to me. I stay as still as possible as he moves his body closer to mine. His arm is thrown across my body, and his hand is cupping my breast. He gives it a slight squeeze as he moves closer, but that is all he does.

  My eyes scan his dark room, and I don’t see a whole lot of personal items around. Lifting my head slightly, I try to study the floor for anything that might show that he’s, I don’t know, normal? I guess. The light from the streets cast a soft glow in the room, but I don’t see anything that makes me think cold-blooded killer. Not that I would actually know what one looked like.

  Maybe Max is right about Jerick. I pull his arm up and start to slide out of his grip, but he just tightens his hold on me instead. He draws me closer to his body, and I feel his lips dance along my bare shoulder. “Yer not leaving banphrionsa.” A chill covers my body, and he flips me over to my back.

  “I wasn’t leaving,” I whisper. He rises on an elbow and stares down at me.

  Reaching forward, I gently run my fingers along his jaw before I cup his cheek, pulling his sleepy face down to mine. I kiss him tenderly, and he grins against my lips. Before we can take it any further his phone starts to ring from somewhere in the room. A small groan falls from his lips as he looks towards where the sound is coming from.

  He kisses me quickly before he gets out of bed and makes his way towards his discarded jeans. I watch the way his ass moves as he walks towards them and I can feel myself getting wet at the sight. As he bends over, I have to hold my breath. I’m sure he’s talking into the phone, but the only thing I can focus on now is the curve of his ass, and his firm thigh muscles are apparently making me stupid.

  I’ve never felt this crazy need to stare at a naked man before. I don’t know what in the hell is wrong with me lately. It’s like he’s changed me into this horny woman that can’t seem to do anything without thinking about sex.

  As he turns and walks towards me, my eyes follow his dick and the way that it’s already hard and jutting out from his body. When he gets close enough to the bed, I make my way over to where he is. Reaching out a hand, I grip his length and slowly start to run my hand up and down him. When my eyes travel up to his face, I see him bite his lip. He goes to say something to whoever is on the other line, and I ignore his words. His eyes close and he lets his head drop backward.

  “Aye, I’ll be there in a few,” he breathes. His hand reaches out for me, and he grips the back of my head, pulling me closer to his body. Tentatively, I poke my tongue out and run it along his tip. He lets out a shaky breath as he continues talking. I slowly slide my mouth down his shaft a few times before I use my hand in addition to my mouth.

  I suck him into the back of my throat and swallow as best as I can without gagging. His fingers dig into my scalp, and the pain only gets me hotter. He continues talking on his phone as I start to move again. Every pump of his hips gets me wet. I don’t even notice when he tosses the phone on the bed. He pulls me off of him and grabs my ankle, spinning my body to where he can slam into me. He takes me roughly, but I don’t care. Having him inside me is one of the best feelings in the world.

  I shouldn’t want him, but I do. In my head, I know that I need to distance myself from him, but my body is telling me to hold him close. I feel my pussy clench around his dick as he continues his rough treatment. Each thrust is bringing us both closer to the edge. His hand grips my neck, and he starts to put pressure on it. At first, my eyes widen in surprise and then fear. I begin to fight him, but he quickly releases my neck.

  “I’ll never hurt ye banphrionsa,” he whispers into my ear. I look into his eyes and see that he means the words. He shows me the softness that I need to see. If I didn’t, I would be fighting like hell to get away from him right now. I don’t even know why my mind is fighting with me on this. I shouldn’t want a man like him. He leans down and presses his mouth to mine, kissing me deeply before starting to move again.

  My hand goes to his pec, and just as I’m about to come, my fingernails dig into his chest. I moan out his name as he grunts, “Ye feel so damn good babe.” He continues his thrusting as my grip on him tightens. I come hard on him. I’m panting, trying to catch my breath, but it’s no use. He slams into me a few more times before he groans out, “Feck Stana.”

  He falls onto the bed next to my spent body and blows out a heavy breath. Turning my head to the side to look at him, I try and memorize his face. What if I wake up tomorrow and I find out that he’s not who he says he is? What if he really is the evil man that Max says he is? He supposedly killed Max’s father. How can I be okay with that? Max is a friend. One of the only ones I have in this city.

  “You have to go?” I ask quietly. I can see it on his face even though he hasn’t said anything yet. That’s what the phone call was about. He probably would have been gone already if I didn’t take his dick into my mouth.

  “Aye,” he mumbles. He reaches over and brushes the hair out of my face before saying anything more. “I don’t want to leave ye, but I got something to take care of.” I’m sure that’s code for kill someone. I can feel the frown on my face before he even says anything about it. “I’m not going to kill anyone lass. I just need to meet with me Da about me brother finally joining the family.”

  “You have a brother?” I ask stupidly. Of course, I wouldn’t know that type of information. All Jerick and I do is fuck. We aren’t anything more than that. I already know how this sort of stuff goes. I’m the booty call. I frown at the thought of being just his booty call. For the first time in a long time, I feel special. Like I mean something to him, but a girl like me will never be more than someone you come to when you want to get laid.

  Rhett didn’t even really care about me, and we were together for three years. All he wanted from me by the end of it was a piece of ass and a punching bag.

  “Aye lass, I do. He just came over from Belfast. Me Da wants to bring him into the fold, but I have me hesitations about him.” His answer surprises me. Why wouldn’t he want his brother to be part of the family business? Unless they don’t get along.

  “Why?” I ask, barely hearing the word come out of my own mouth.

  “Lass, ye no need to worry. The fecker will never come near ye.” I feel my body tense at his words. Should I be worried that his brother might hurt me? He rolls onto his side next to me and faces me. His arm wraps around me, and he pulls me closer, closing the distance between us. “I promise ye, me family doesn’t know about ye. I won’t let them every hurt ye.”

  “Would they hurt me if they did?” My voice is shaky, and I feel all the blood rush out of my face.

  “Not sure lass. I don’t want to take any chances.” He sighs deeply before he continues. “Me family doesn’t like outsiders. They say it’s a sign of weakness.”

  “Weakness?”

  “Aye. Especially women.” I stare into his eyes trying to figure him out. I don’t understand him whatsoever, but I want to. I want to know
what makes him tick.

  “Why women?”

  “They mess with ye head.” He says pointing at his own head with a sad smile. “Well, that’s according to me Da. I don’t think you mess with me head lass.”

  “When do I get to see you again?” As much as I don’t want to get caught up in some fairytale about the man he is with me, I can’t help it. I don’t see the killer that Max was talking about. I only know the man in front of me. The man saying he would protect me from everyone including his own family.

  That means something, doesn’t it?

  “Stay here. I’ll be back soon.” He leans forward and kisses my forehead before he gets out of bed and starts to get dressed. “We can go get breakfast when ye wake up.” He winks at me and continues to pull on clothes.

  I look around for a clock and when I don’t see one I ask what time it is. “It’s a little after ten.” He answers quickly. “Still plenty of time before ye need to get to work lass.” The word work is spit out with a bitter tone, and I know it’s because of Max and what he told me.

  “Did you kill Max’s father?” I ask. I don’t even know why I ask. Maybe because part of me is curious to find out the answer and the other part of me is terrified to hear the truth.

  “Lass,” he states in warning.

  But I don’t let him off the hook for the answer. I sit up in his bed, and the blanket falls down into my lap. His eyes scan over my body, and I know that I can use this to my advantage. I can get the truth out of him. “I want to trust you Jerick, but I can’t if you don’t tell me the truth.” I know I’m using his feeling for me against him, but I need to know the truth as well. His family is a dangerous one. People die every day at the hands of them, and I don’t want to become like those people.

  “No, I didn’t kill his father.” His eyes narrow on me, and I know that he’s mad at me, but it doesn’t stop the next question to fall from my lips.