by J. L. Beck
“Yes!” I moaned, my hands making their way into his hair. It was soft, softer than I expected it to be.
“You taste just like I knew you would… Heavenly…” I wanted to laugh but didn’t get the chance because he was back at it before I could even get the bubble of laughter out. It evaporated into the air as more moans ripped from my throat. Seth was devouring me like a man that was starved.
“Oh God! Oh God!” I could feel my muscles tightening and the distinct building in my belly threatening to implode. The pleasure was consuming every pore on my body. A zing of pleasure shot down my spine and I fell apart against his tongue, my legs shaking as he sucked every drop of my release into his mouth.
“I own you, Angel. No one will ever be able to give you pleasure like I do.” His words were dark and commanding and I believed them because no one had ever had the love or power in them like Seth did.
“I know…” I sunk deeper into the leather wanting it to swallow me whole. Guilt washed over me as I realized that the one thing that Seth came back to claim no longer belonged to me. When he found out, would he still want me the way he claimed he wanted me?
“What the fuck!!!” Seth’s voice boomed in my ears getting my attention right away. I blinked away the pain I was feeling…
“What’s wrong?” I looked around the room as if I could find the answer to his problem.
“What’s wrong?” His voice boomed again, his body looming above mine. Real fear filled my veins as murderous rage took over his features. I sunk as far back into the couch as I could.
Watching as Seth’s eyes roamed over my exposed skin, I realized just what it was that he saw.
The bruises. The marks. The pain. He saw it all and before I could grab my shirt and cover up the things I never wanted him to see, he was wrapping me up in his strong arms. He was holding me together, keeping me whole.
“I’m going to fucking kill him Angel and I’m going to do it with my bare hands…” And I knew he would do just as he said he would because Seth was honest, and though I tried to forget I couldn’t. This was the same man that wanted his father dead. The same man that would’ve killed anyone who touched me back then and was still here with me. And now that I had him again, I had nothing to fear…. Or at least that’s what I would keep telling myself.
Until the devil came to claim me again.
Chapter Five
Seth
My insides burned with aggression, the pain of what I discovered burning through my veins. After tasting her I had so many other plans for the evening but those flew out the window when I saw the bruises on her arms and legs.
A part of me hated myself for letting her go, only to be captured by a far worse man. I thought I was the devil in disguise, but I was nothing compared to this asshole. I was on the phone all night with my investigator getting as much information as I could while Taylor lie on my bed wrapped up in the blankets. The need to go to her was consuming and raw but did she blame me? How could she not hate me for leaving her with that man?
The ringing of my phone met my ears and I plucked the device up from the table. I pressed the green answer key and brought the thing to my ear.
“You had better have some information on that fucker!” I ordered, my voice cold and deadly calm. I hated the things this man had done to my sweet Angel but I knew it was only a matter of time before more secrets came out.
“I’ve got information boss, but it isn’t going to be anything you want to hear.” The bile in my stomach started to rise.
“Just tell me,” I ordered, impatiently. Ryan, the private investigator I hired, sighed into the phone.
“He’s the head of the Russian Mafia, and Taylor’s father made a deal with him. The check you wrote him he ended up gambling away…”
FUCK! My eyes drifted closed as I tried to calm my breathing and my blood boiled. I had practically handed Angel to him. I had signed her fucking death certificate.
“He owns the casino you were at today and most of the police in this town. There literally is no way around him.” I hated the things Brian was saying but needed to hear them. I needed to hear that this asshole was a bigger monster than I ever could’ve been.
“Fuck!” I growled.
“I know it’s not want you want to hear but your best bet is to leave town now. There isn’t any rescuing that girl.” I scrubbed a hand down my face, the need to see Angel and make sure she was still lying in the bed where I had left her radiated through me. I was up and down the hall before I could realize I was moving.
“Did you hear me Seth?” Brian questioned.
“What kind of shit is he into?” I whispered, relief flooding my senses as I took in Taylor’s sleeping form. She looked exhausted and I couldn’t bring myself to wake her and ask her what the hell she was thinking going with that man.
“We don’t have that information but we can try to get it if you want. All I will say is that his hold spans wide and he doesn’t seem like a person to be messed with, so if you have a chance to get out I would.” Brian had no idea how deep I was in this already and the lengths I would go to get both Taylor and I out of this alive.
“Just do what I pay you to do. Get the info and get back to me.” I hung up before I lost my shit and threw my phone against the nearest wall.
A barrage of emotions swarmed me. I wanted to be angry with Taylor for fucking going with this man but I couldn’t be. It wasn’t her fault that she was selfless and stuck up for her father even though he didn’t deserve it.
I should’ve put a bullet in the fucker’s head when I had the chance but I wasn’t that man anymore, or at least I didn’t want to be. Two years of therapy seemed to be for nothing, since trying to find Taylor only seemed to drag me deeper into the life I tried to leave behind.
I had let go of the rage I felt toward my father and all the bad things he had done and now I was being swallowed whole by a different kind of rage entirely. I was taking the shit that Taylor was going through and making it my own, but how in the world could I go up against this asshole?
He was the head of the Russian Mafia and I had just let go of all the blood that soaked my hands. I was going to be headed right back into the darkness even if I didn’t want to.
“You look angry…” Her voice was something that would take getting used to again. My eyes lifted to hers taking notice of the fact that she was now sitting up in the bed, my bed, our bed.
“Go back to sleep, Angel,” I ordered twisting on my heels and turning to walk back down the hall.
“Excuse me but you can’t just kidnap me and expect me to sleep and be quiet. I’ve been worried about you for the last three years. I thought you might be into bad shit or even worse, dead…”
My jaw ached as my molars ground together in reaction to her comment. Fuck, I needed to stop doing that.
“I let you go for a reason, Taylor! I let you go so you wouldn’t get caught up in shit like this and here we are…” I hated that it sounded like I was blaming her but I couldn’t let it fucking go. I released her so that she could have a better life and to find out she didn’t had made it all seem like it was for nothing.
I felt her at my back and I twirled around coming face to face with her. She didn’t seem shocked or even scared.
“You let me go to protect yourself, Seth. Not to give me a better life.” I hated that she could read me better than I could read myself. Half of what she said was true. I was a coward and couldn’t risk falling for someone that might not want me later on down the road.
“Either way, I didn’t let you go just so you could get caught up in the mafia.” I felt defeat, something I hadn’t felt in months.
“I wasn’t given a choice, Seth! It wasn’t like I wanted to go with him. I had to. Even if I told him to take my father, it wouldn’t have been enough. Antonio is out for more than just money…” Her hand rested softly against my chest, right over my raging heartbeat. Her touch was soft, but the impact it had on me was profound. I hadn’t let a wom
an touch me in years, not as deeply as Taylor was right now.
The anger inside me melted away. I was still livid over the bruises that marred her perfect creamy white skin because I knew it meant he was hurting her and that it was partially my fault, but I couldn’t change what had already happened. All I could was change the present and the future.
All I could was protect my angel now and every day from here on out. Lifting my palm I cradled her cheek in my hand. Tears swam in her beautiful blue eyes, eyes that had haunted me every day since the moment I let her go.
“You’re right. When I let you go I was protecting myself…” I paused and a ghost of a smile formed on her lips. “But I wasn’t doing it just for that. I wasn’t a good man then, and even though I’m not that person anymore I still feel his presence deep inside of me. I didn’t want to give you a life like that, a life of rage and darkness. I wanted to give you the house, with the yard and the kids.” My voice was soft and I hoped it soothed some of the pain that she was feeling.
Her small frame pressed against my front and my cock grew hard in my pants. It had been a long ass time since he got the option to sink deep into anyone’s warmth. I stared down at her trying to hide my arousal, though I was certain she could feel it.
“How long has it been?” She questioned me with her eyes. I sucked in a breath of air through my teeth. It had been too long, way too long, but I wasn’t telling her that.
“That doesn’t matter. What matters is that you’re back where you belong, with the man that paid a hefty price for you.” I smiled, needing to change the subject. Taylor wasn’t thinking the same as I was though, because I could feel her small hand drifting up my thigh and resting against the large bulge between my legs.
I almost fell to my knees with pleasure as she squeezed my dick gently, her touch bringing back memories I wasn’t sure I wanted to surface.
“If that’s all that matters then why don’t we get down to it?” I could feel the sting of her words on my cheeks as if she had all but slapped me with them. It was the truth though. I had paid a hefty penny for her and she did belong to me. I was certain she didn’t want Antonio anymore, not after the way he had handled her in front of everyone at the casino.
“The sex isn’t what matters, Taylor,” I snapped, my voice a warning of what was to come. Taylor didn’t care though, she merely smiled and squeezed my cock harder. Fuck, pleasure erupted in my belly.
“But I want your cock…” She leaned in, nipping at my earlobe. Damnit! I hated feeling as weak as I did right at this moment in her presence but with her hand on my cock I would do anything she told me to. I forced her hand from my cock trying to clear my head.
“Please…” she pleaded, her blue eyes shimmering in the dim light. My heart ached for her. I wanted this with her more than I had ever wanted it before, but I couldn’t take her. Not yet, not like this. When it happened it needed to be perfect. We could do other things though… I stared at her for a second before speaking. Three years had changed her, taking the seemingly innocent girl I left and twisting and turning her into something else, something almost unrecognizable.
“Get on your knees, Angel. “ I couldn’t believe I was even allowing her to do this to me. I had to be as sick and twisted as Antonio was in her eyes. She did as I asked though, her body gently sinking to the wooden floor below.
Her tongue slipped out over her bottom lip as if in anticipation. I undid my belt and pulled my stiff and painfully hard cock out.
Do you really want to do this Seth?
The question bounced around inside my brain but before I could make up my mind Taylor was taking my cock in her small hand, gently stroking the fucker, making any change I could’ve chosen disappear.
“Fuck!” I hissed, just as her tongue licked the head of my cock. She stared up at me like I held the fucking world on my shoulders. Didn’t she know how bad I could be? Didn’t she know that I had killed men and would continue to do so to protect her?
A moan escaped her lips as she sucked me all the way into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head. I was on the verge of losing control, my hands were situated at my sides to stop myself from taking over because truthfully, I wanted her to be in control.
“Angel…” Her name fell from my lips on a sigh and before I realized what I was doing, my fingers were threading through her blonde hair encouraging her to take more of me into her warm, tight mouth. Her own moan of pleasure was muffled behind my length as I slipped in and out of her mouth with ease.
As she used her other hand to massage my balls, pleasure rocked into me hitting me straight in the gut. I wasn’t going to last long and I hope she didn’t mind.
“Open up wide, baby. I’m going to fuck your mouth now,” I growled warning her that I was about to take control.
In seconds my hips were moving to their own rhythm while I slammed into the back her throat, the tip of my cock making her gag. I kept her in place though with one hand tightly woven into her hair.
The distinct euphoric feeling filled my veins and sent tingles of pleasure up and down my spine.
“I’m cuming, Angel,” I groaned, my head tipping back as my hot release shot into the back of her throat, my fingers flexing against her scalp as I felt her swallow every drop down.
As hot as it was watching her suck me off and swallow my release, nothing was hotter than knowing she had me wrapped right around her finger. I thought I was in control but the truth was Taylor was. She had been in control for three years. She made me the man I was today, shaping me into a better person all around.
“Must’ve been awhile…” She smirked coming to a standing position. If I could’ve blushed I probably would’ve. Instead I rolled my eyes and put my cock back inside my pants. We had shit we needed to be doing and getting caught with your dick out when the Russian Mafia was looking for you wasn’t exactly the best idea.
“Get ready. I’m taking you somewhere.” I walked away feeling a little less like Antonio the silent devil. Then it hit me… Had I always been like him? Even at my best? The question lingered clouding all my other thoughts. I wanted to be a good man but I couldn’t be if I kept doubting myself.
Chapter Six
Antonio
My entire body shook with rage as I stared at the geeky fuck that was trying to get information on me. It wasn’t a mere coincidence that Taylor had scurried away at the same time this man started coming around.
“Grab him and take him back to my office. I need to get to the bottom of this.” My words were clipped as I spoke to my younger brother Luis. He didn’t even give me a backwards glance and I was glad. I had too much shit on my plate as it was and with Taylor escaping right out from underneath my nose, I knew the way this would all make me look.
Security had been watching the jackoff come in and out of the casino since the day Taylor disappeared and I slowly put two and two together. I tipped back the rest of my drink, letting the warm whiskey wash over me. I was a bad man, I knew it, and I never tried to defend myself as if I wasn’t.
Still, Taylor leaving pissed me off more than anything ever had before, and the fact that she got away without even a struggle pissed me off more. I would get her back and when I did, I would make her pay every single day for leaving. No one got away with making me look weak in front of my own.
I could hear what sounded like a scuffle, so I got up from the bar stool and headed in the direction of the noise. When I rounded the corner I saw the son of a bitch investigator on the floor in the fetal position covering his face and head.
I almost laughed at his feeble attempt to protect himself. Luis eyed me carefully before pulling him up off the floor and into a standing position.
“I’m just doing my job…” His facial expression told me he was scared shitless and he should be. No one got away with crossing me, not Taylor and most definitely not this fucker.
“Let’s talk about this back in my office…” I smiled, but it was anything but a sincere smile. It was more lik
e a wait till you see what we have in store for you smile. Panic seemed to mount in the investigator’s eyes because he struggled against Luis’s hold more.
“None of this is my fault. I was merely doing a job I was hired to do.” My teeth ground together and my fist ached as I clenched it.
In a matter of seconds we were inside my soundproof office, the door closing behind us. Luis slammed the asshole in the only chair at the front of my desk.
“That’s great… What did you say your name was again?” I narrowed my eyes at him waiting for the lie the surface.
“Brian, my name’s Brian. I was hired by Seth Smith of Smith Industries.” Brian’s voice wobbled, but truthfully that wasn’t what I noticed most. Instead it was the name he had said, not his but the man who hired him. Seth Smith.
“Does he have the girl?” I contemplated asking the question because if he said yes, I would know that the whore had gone back on her word to pay off her father’s debt and that meant she might as well be dead to me.
Brian blinked and then swallowed, nodding his head yes. I slammed my fist down onto the wooden desk in front of me, fire filling my veins, as anger boiled out of me. A deal had been made, and Taylor leaving broke that deal.
“Great,” I hissed. “Because you’re going to tell me, or….” I pulled the gun I had hidden under my jacket and pointed the barrel straight at his head. Was this what he was looking for when he showed up here trying to get the scoop on us? I wasn’t stupid. When he started asking my staff questions that weren’t normal I knew something was going on.
“I’ll…” His eyes honed in on the gun that was pointed at his head. “I’ll tell you anything that you want to hear, just please… please don’t…” I rolled my eyes as if out of reflex. The begging and pleading never settled well with me, in fact it made me want to place the bullet in their skull even more.