Her eyes never look scared anymore. The meaner, the harder, the more insane and intense, the more she wants. She never wavers as I circle my hips around, letting my dick dance inside her as I finish the smoke. I watch her relish in the pain and pleasure, her eyes gazing over to the Zippo I placed on the bed next to her head. Picking up the bottle of Jack Daniels, a smirk licks my lips as I dribble it out over her body, down the swell of her breasts before stopping as it pools in her belly button. Her breathing hitches as I flick the Zippo, looking her in the eye, waiting for her pain.
“It's ok, baby. Do what you have to,” she says, she loves the burn that’s about to come. I nod, running the flame from the Zippo down the line of liquor.
My heart races as my vision turn black, and the demon is released to rip apart her soul from the inside out. I follow the hot line with my tongue, sucking and caressing the heat from the flame. Her salty sweat, mixed with the Jack Daniels, sets my taste buds on a course of pure need. The demon begins to take over as I lose the part of me that sees sense. He rips and claws his way out, biting down hard onto her flesh, popping small bite marks out all over her skin as my free hand plays with my cock and balls, gearing up for a pounding. My mouth finds her hard nipple, biting down hard. The pop and sweet taste of her blood fill my mouth, dancing on my tongue. I suck at it, and she tenses as the pain shoots through her. I grab her throat hard and fast. I rear back and sink deep into her. There is no time to prime or feel. I know she’s gagging for it. She’s wet. I don’t have to check. She’s a dirty lover. She likes it rough, no silk sheets and diamonds needed here.
“You’re my Champagne whore,” I spit out with a hiss as she bucks up at me. I slam harder into her. She doesn’t answer me, and it angers the demon. He bites back with a slap to her thigh, pulling her hips down deep into me. I push past the walls of her cunt, hitting the back of her damn throat. It feels so fucking hot, and I show her just what I want, thrust for thrust she meets me as tears pool in her eyes. I bring my hand down to her mouth to muffle her screams and uneven breathing. Her teeth bite into my flesh, sending me over the edge of this ride.
“Give it to me, mother fucker,” she pants out. My eyes snap down hard onto hers.
“Oh, playing this game with you is what I love,” I push her hips hard into me before I place my hand to my mouth so that I can suck the bite mark she has left there, feeling the wash of pleasure fill me at the taste of blood. Looking down, I see her skin is sparkling with a beautiful sheen of sweat, just begging me to set it alight. Picking up the Zippo, the cold steel warms in my grasp as I flick the lid and run my thumb down hard to set the flint alight. I then execute the flame down over her sweat laced skin, starting at her collarbone. I thrust into her as I go, working up faster and higher as the flame fans out. I hear little crackling sounds as it licks the sweat. It is all I need as her hips rise and push me, greet me, beg me for more. I slam hard in and out as I ride up to the release. I’m not alone, the demon who consumes me is right there with me, begging to forget. The smell of sweat mixed with burning skin and liquor tips me over. Dropping the Zippo, I bear down over her. My hand finds her throat once again, choking her out as I empty myself, all of myself into her, not stopping until her tiny body goes limp under me. Her legs fall from my hips. Looking down, I let my grip go as I pull out and roll off her. After my breathing has settled, I head to the small bathroom to shower, leaving Sasha there to lick her wounds and clean herself up.
Chapter Three
Knox
Walking from the bathroom, pulling a cigarette from the packet before throwing the packet down onto the bed, where she has yet to move from. I walk over to the nightstand and pick up the Jack Daniels and take a large pull before I dip my hand down under the sheets and slam two fingers inside her still wet, pulsing pussy. I bring my lips to her ear, biting her lobe hard. A hiss escapes her chest as her breathing hitches. I love the effect I have on her. “Thanks, doll,” I spit into her ear, pulling my fingers free from her. I place them inside her mouth before she can respond. Pulling some twenties from the back pocket of my jeans, I throw them over her still naked chest, “here stay, go, eat. Whatever, just don’t buy junk. I’ll text you later.”
She nods her head as my fingers pop from her mouth. I turn on my heel, laughing as I walk out the door. She sure is something. She is one of the very few who can handle the kind of sex I hand out, and for that, I’m grateful because I sure as hell need it. None of that mushy fucking feelings crap that some of the others have tried to land on me since I’ve been out of prison and it’s only because of who I am; Knox the Assassin Ambrose, and the rep that followed me from jail.
God, didn’t they learn that I do rough, unforgiving, raw fucking? I’m not the come here darling let’s play nice and have some passionate, gentle sex sort of guy. No strawberries and damn ice cream here.
Oh, fuck no son! Not me. Not Knox, The Assassin Ambrose.
Leaning up against my bike, lost in thought. Maybe I’ll go back into the motel room, take Sasha for round two. I’m still thirsty for more. I’m still itching for a harder, longer ride. Blowing out smoke circles, I roll the thought around in my head. My phone goes off. Pulling it free from the pocket of my leather jacket that’s leaning over the handlebars of my bike, I see that it's from Jamie. What does this punk want? I smirk as I open it up.
Jamie – You keen for a few brewskies and pool tonight, wankstain?
Me- Wankstain? Eh? You little bitch! Thought you would have learned from the ass whooping, I gave you last week? But if you wanna lose some more in front of that little lady of yours, then who am I to stop you.
Jamie – Punk, you’re on! See you at Cactus Jacks @ 8 pm.
Smiling to myself, I shake off my plans for round two. The sweet piece of ass will just have to wait. I flick her a text, though;
Make sure you're around later I will need you.
Throwing on my jacket, I pull up the zip as I step over my bike.
The vibrations set off my need for more. Fuck it, I’ll pound it out another way, on the bags at the gym. Pulling onto Highway 55, I head towards the Gym.
A few minutes later, I’m walking into Kingdom Gym and Fight Arena. I flick a wink to the beautiful woman at the desk. It makes her fucking day, every single damn time. She loves it, and I just love fucking doing it. But then, just like that, all my hairs are on end, a chill ripples through me, sending my body into lockdown.
“Still tormenting womenfolk?”
I hear the beautiful, husky sound of an Irish accent. It belongs to no other than Blue-James. Damn, this woman is fucking excellent. She sets my cock on fire with just her words. My eyes rake over her beautiful features her skin has the sexiest rosy hue I have ever seen, it glows with a hint of pink that stands out more after she has trained. There is a hunting, yet mesmerizing, flicker in her moss green eyes when she looks my way. Her lips are full and pouting as she holds my stare, she has a sexy cool look washing over her face.
“You know it, sweetheart,” I tell her with a wink; I walk past her. She leans in as I stride into the space between her and the entrance to the gym, with that she slaps my ass. My goddamn ass. Shocked, I’m fucking shell-shocked. My mind is a blank. I don’t do fun, jokes, funny games and she just slapped my fucking ass!
Spinning around on my heel, I look down at her as she looks back over her shoulder. She stops just lightly in her steps, almost as if she’s walking on air. With a wink, she speaks, the Irish accent rolling out like hot lava over my hungry body.
“Be careful who you play games with, Knox. You never know when you might meet your match.”
Tuning just slightly to her right, she brings those luscious lips to her palm and blows me a kiss. Just like that. I'm standing there, bloody dazed, completely fucking speechless, and she’s gone. All that is left is the sweet scent of vanilla and coconut.
“What the fuck just happened there?” I say to no one in particular, but little Miss Lilly answers.
“You, boy, just met Blue
-James.” Lilly’s giggling as she walks out the door after her friend. I’m left there shaking my head, not sure what just happened.
I go to see if Jimmy wants to train even though the Doc said no contact training. I need to clear my head. One on one with the brawler, Jimmy James, always clears the fucked-up shit out of my head. And tonight, well it’s his damn daughter that’s consuming my thoughts. Shit, this isn’t good, you know. She’s Blue’s-James, the Celtic Goddess, the fucking Irish Warrior and Jimmy’s daughter. Jimmy, who could slam my ass back in jail as quick as a click of his fucking fingers.
Shaking it off, I walk over to him. He’s taking a newbie on the vertical ladder trainer. I fucken hate running that. Poor kid, he’ll puke in no time. Jimmy grins up at me, as I approach, “Knox,” he says. Humor is laced in his voice. He enjoys the punishment he inflicts on the young ones. Shit, we all do. It’s quite funny watching them walk in here with their chests pushed out, arms swinging like they are six-foot-tall and bulletproof. We all push them through their paces and love watching them hurl up their entire body weight into the trash bin. We all went through it, and we all learned and became better and humbler for it.
Slapping my hand on Jimmy's back, I decided to just work over in the cage alone, go over some of my moves and polish up on Muay Thai. I have gained so much since I’ve been training with Jimmy, a Muay Thai fighter. The entire use of my body and hips has opened up a whole new style of fighting that I never knew I had in me. It's set a whole new fire in my body to become better, faster and stronger. I love the cross-fertilization. With western boxing and western martial arts mixed with the Muay Thai, combined with my Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu and Karate, I have way more force, center, control, power, and moves. I have a whole new style now. All I need to do is lock in my floor work and take downs and submission moves, and I’ll be fucking unstoppable. That’s one thing I’ve noticed Blue is a master at, the floor and submissive moves.
After working up a nice sweat, I cool down with some cool down exercise on the mats. After I stretch out, I head to the shower. There’s a frown on my face as I think of the day I’ve had; Angel, Sasha and her wild ass, and then the Irish beauty, Blue. I’ve sure had my work cut out for me with women today, two alive and one who feels and seems so real yet is as dead and as cold as my soul.
Walking back to the locker rooms to shower, I notice that it’s been completely taken over by Blue’s training gear. Everything smells of Coconut and Vanilla. There’s no escaping her.
Pulling up out front of the club, I’m still rolling her around in my head. You know what, she’s got some freaking balls. I’ll give her that but, doll face, I’m one guy you don't wanna play with. Pulling my helmet off my head, I shake out my hair. It's growing out nicely. I can now pull it into a... What do they call it? Man-bun. Yeah, that’s the one. Tonight though, it’s out and still damp from my shower. Looking around as I climb off my bike, I see Jamie sucking face with Tammy, our good cheerleader gone wrong. I smirk.
“Hey, you two... Not in public,” I say as I pinch Tammy on the ass. “How are you doing beautiful? You been to the cemetery and seen Sarah-Jane today?” I ask, leaning in and kissing her on the cheek.
“Yes, Knox. Just like every other day and changed her flowers too,” she answers me with a smile and a pat on my arm.
It makes me sad, seeing how much she misses her. It’s not just me who lost someone. They are all right. Tammy lost her best friend that night I so foolishly threw my fists around. So many people lost her, her smile and her soul consuming laugh. It’s not fair that someone so pure and true died and at my hands. I have to watch the ripple effects of my actions that night each time I look at Tammy, have a conversation with Jamie or visit Sarah-Jane’s mother. My heart hurts. I feel the squeeze take the beat and pulse out of me as my mind assaults me with more painful nightmares. Trying hard to shake it off I go back into the easy banter with my friends, this here is easier to deal with, with a bit of my dry humor. “Good to hear. Right, you ready to watch me whoop your boyfriend’s ass again at pool.”
“HA HA! Yeah right, it's me who’s going to be doing all the whoopping and you, well, you'll be licking your wounds.” He says, full of fake bravado.
“Sure, you are, boy. Let’s go get a beer and wait for Kashie boy to rock up.” Pulling them both into my arms, I propel them into the club.
Pulling up a pew in the corner by the pool table, I watch as the club fills up with people and their partners, friends. They all look happy with their lives, and the company they keep. The girls are all dressed up for a night out; some are throwing a few looks my way, looking all carefree and fancy. I remember what being carefree felt like, what it was like having the one you love with you, how it was to walk in your world, thinking you had all this time to walk through it casually.
Oh, how wrong I had been. Filling my glass with some beer, I look up as I feel my hair prickle all over my body. It’s a feeling that is becoming all too familiar. A shot of electricity ripples out of my normally dead body. My eyes glide over to the entrance and I see her, walking on a cloud of sweet vanilla and coconut. What are the damn chances? Kash is walking behind them. I roll my eyes back. He picks this one night to bring Lilly out. This one night? When he sits down, I kick him in the shin looking straight into his eyes.
“Bro, what the hell is this?” signaling to Lilly and Blue. He leans in as he rubs his leg his eyes never leave my angry stare. “What was the kick for Knox? Damn.”
“You, bringing Lilly out here with us like, fuck Kash, her mate is Blue James, Jimmy’s fucken daughter!” I sneer.
“Huh, I didn’t bro! Damn. She was outside as I was walking in. She didn’t come with me, but there’s two prospects out front and anyway what’s the problem?” He says defensively, clearly shocked at what I had said.
Running my hand over my face, I say, “no problem.” I lounge back in my chair, “No problem at all.” Closing my eyes, I bring my beer up to my lips and down what is left in one gulp.
My eyes snap open as I hear the musical husk of her voice. “Mind if we join you, boys? Oh, and ladies,” she says sweetly to Tammy. Before anyone can answer, she is pulling out the seats and parking that tight ass right on down like we are all mates. “I’m Blue James, you can just call me Blue,” she says to Tammy. Looking over, she gives me a wink. Fucking great. I get up so that I can set up a game of pool. I can’t sit there with her moss-green eyes burning a one-way ticket straight to my fucking dick!
Filling my glass, I stand and walk over to the pool table. I feel her eyes on me the whole time. Grabbing the triangle, I set up the balls. I catch her looking at me as she whispers into Lilly’s ear, her moss-green eyes never leaving mine. I’m the first to break the intense stare as I grab the pool cue. I smack the shit out of the triangle of balls with all the built-up fireworks this chick has set off around me, sinking three with the one smack.
“You choose, big or little,” Jamie says as he walks over. “What’s up with you and her?” He asks, nodding his head over to Blue and Lilly.
“Nothing,” I say, shrugging my shoulders.
“Bro, you can cut the tension with a knife and the sparks that fly off you both when you look at each other is fucking insane.”
I shake my head, looking him in the eyes. “It’s nothing. Just a girl with a little too much sass is all. Let’s play.” Passing him the cue, I pick up my glass and empty it. All the while, my eyes are trained on the way she holds herself, the way her hair falls around her, all red fire, the way her head goes back when she laughs, exposing her neck. Settling in, I just watch, comment when needed and drink...I just keep downing the drinks.
The night plays out. We all have a good time; drinks flow, banter is easy but, shit, the stares I keep getting from little miss sass are un-nerving. I feel a certain pull towards her, a need to touch her. This isn’t a safe place to be. I distract myself by getting up to play another round, I sink a ball on the first break. Looking up, I don’t see her but I sure as shit feel her beh
ind me. She’s leaning in, her hips pushing right up against me. My cock stiffens and my breathing hitches. Fuck’s sake.
“You wanna play, Knox?” I feel her breath on the back of my neck, stopping my fucking heart just like that.
Shutting my eyes, I reply, “Sure. Why not? What’s a game between...what are we, sweetheart?” I question, cockiness spilling out of my mouth as I mentally thank my voice and mind for not cracking.
“Oh, baby. I’m not so sweet.” She murmurs out, over my back. Her breath is hot through the cotton of my shirt. With a pinch to my ass, she steps back and grabs a cue, sinking ball after ball. I lean up against the wall and just watch that sweet ass, all tight and lush in them jean shorts. She’s wearing combat boots, a flannel shirt, and black tank. She’s swinging her way around the pool table like it’s nothing.
Jamie walks over, leaning up next to me. “She’s good, alright, and I’ve watched you watch her all night. She’s been staring at you, too. What’s up there?”
The cheeky, humor-laced tone in his voice instantly pisses me off!
“Not a damn thing,” I say as I push myself up from the wall, a bit too hard. I step forward; my thigh hits the table as I go to step by and, as I try to regain my balance, drinks spill over.
I push my way free, heading to the toilets. Once inside I slam my fist into the mirror. What the fuck is she doing? I question the now shattered vision of me staring right back as I rub my cut and bleeding knuckles.
“Getting under your skin, is she?” Angel declares with a giggle in her sweet voice.
“What the fuck?” I snap, jumping at the unexpected intrusion. “Why are you here?” I ask with anger and, in a small way, relief, she’s familiar, she’s what I need and want.
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