by Jenika Snow
There wasn’t a headboard, so she gripped the sheets tightly in her hands.
“You’re so fucking primed for me, so receptive to my touch,” he murmured against her breast before he sucked her nipple into his mouth. Over and over he moved his tongue along the peak, sucking on the flesh, tugging at it with his teeth, and bringing her close to orgasm from that act alone. “Oh yeah, baby..”
He sucked on her nipple more furiously, and she bit her lip hard enough she tasted blood. She was going to come and had no intentions of stopping it from happening. He sucked harder and faster, groaned against the flesh until vibrations went right to her clit.
“Fury.”
“Yeah, fucking say my name again, Angelina baby.”
“Fury, God, Fury, yes.”
He groaned and smoothed his fingers between her pussy folds, and she bowed her back, her flesh pressing against his mouth even more.
“You’re so fucking soaked, baby.” He moved his lips up her chest and settled at the crook of her neck, gently pulling at her flesh with his teeth. He had his hand between her legs, his fingers rubbing at her clit in gentle, pressurized motions. “You want more,” he said without making it a question.
Of course she wanted more. She’d never felt so wanton or excited before. A low, desperate sound left her when he pressed on her clit.
“Tell me, Angelina.” The words came from him like a demand.
“Yes,” she cried out when he rubbed the little bud, moving his finger around it faster. “You know I want more.”
“Mmm.” He kept the steady pace on her swollen nub. “You want to come?”
She nodded.
“Then give it to me, baby girl.”
A gasp left her as her pleasure went through the roof. She placed her hands on Fury’s wide, strong shoulders, wanting him closer, needing so much more.
He didn’t stop rubbing his fingers against her clit, and over and over he tormented her, giving her pleasure mixed with pain. Fury bit at her throat, groaning as if this was all too much for him. Hell, it was all too much for her, but she didn’t want him to stop. Fury was controlled, hardcore, and demanding. It was clear he was used to getting what he wanted at any costs.
When the pleasure started to dim she ached for more, desperate for it to last forever. Angelina felt tender and exposed, but it was in such a good way it was exhilarating.
Fury pressed the weight of his body down on her, his chest to hers, his muscles meshing with her softness. His face was so close to hers now.
“So fucking good,” he growled out the words. “Knowing I’m making you feel good gets me off, baby.” Fury ground his erection into her belly, and a gasp left her. “Tell me how good this feels.” He reached between them to touch her wet pussy again, rubbing his fingers through her folds.
“It feels so damn good.”
He hummed in approval and ground himself against her harder. “You feel how hard you make me?”
“God, yes.” His hot, huge erection against her belly felt so good.
He slid his hand down her thighs, slipped it underneath her, and grabbed her behind the knee. Fury pulled it up and out, and nestled his waist between her legs, his cock now pressed right up against her pussy.
He was so big everywhere that she felt so feminine and small in comparison. Angelina had never felt weak, but with Fury here with her she felt like that in only the best of ways. For her whole life Angelina had wanted to escape who and what she was, and she had with Fury, in a sense and to a point.
It was empowering.
Chapter Fourteen
Angelina couldn’t think straight for all the sensations moving through her. She’d been drugged and kidnapped by Fury, yet here she was, doing whatever he wanted, needing to submit to him because that’s what she wanted. It was exciting, dangerous, and maybe even stupid, but it was also being alive. For the first time in her life she was just letting go, and not having to worry about looking over her shoulder.
“I want you to give in to me, baby.” Fury’s voice was husky, deep. It moved over her like fingers stroking her erogenous zones. He was now thrusting his cock against her pussy, back and forth, slow and gentle. He was long and thick, hot and hard.
With his mouth at her neck and him running his teeth and tongue along her overly sensitive skin, Angelina could have envisioned herself in a different scenario. She could see herself not worrying about anything but having her own life … a normal life.
“Once my cock is deep in your pussy you’ll know you’re mine, Angelina. There’s no going back.”
Are you sure this is what you want? Are you sure you want to fuck Fury? Just looking at him shows he isn’t the type of man to just walk away.
“I don’t want to stop.”
He gripped the base of his shaft and started stroking himself as he stared at her. “Say it again.”
She swallowed. “I want this.”
“I feel no remorse for taking you, because it’s brought us to this point, baby.”
All she could do was nod.
He started touching her again, rubbing his fingers up and down the lips of her pussy and making her wetter for him. “You don’t have to be afraid of what’s behind you anymore.” His voice got harder, and he moved a finger lower, plunging it into her body.
She opened her mouth wide on a silent cry. That was all she’d ever wanted. He started fucking her with his finger even harder, and she knew she was going to come. Involuntarily her pussy clenched around his digit, sucking it in deeper. What she wanted was his thick dick in her body.
“Let me take you away, Angelina.”
And as if his words had been the trigger, she came for him. Angelina knew he wasn’t speaking literally, but she’d already felt free with him, and that’s what made this situation so invigorating.
The bed was shifting slightly, and she realized Fury was pressing his hips into the mattress, dry-humping it as she got off with his finger.
“Fuck yeah, baby,” he said in a deep voice.
She curled her nails into her palms and spread her legs wider, wanting him to see all of her. He pulled back slightly, but he was looking at her face and not between her legs.
“Look at me, Fury.” She knew he’d be aware of what she was saying.
The pleasure still coursed through her, and she was surprised she was even able to speak coherent words.
Her heart thundered behind her sternum with each passing second he stared at her cunt.
He removed his finger from her body and spread her labia wide, the chilled air moving over her overheated flesh. With his fingers still spreading her, he continued to watch her most intimate part for what seemed like forever.
Fury’s face was now between her legs, his warm breath moving along her pussy. A dark mask covered his face, and he placed a hand on each of her inner thighs, holding her in place.
“Lick it,” Angelina said, feeling wild.
He grunted, and then he had his mouth on her pussy. He worked his tongue around her clit and then moved it along her inner lips.
The sound of sucking flesh had her on the brink of getting off, but right when she was on the precipice he stilled.
No, don’t stop.
He leaned forward and dragged his tongue over one of her nipples, drawing a cry of ecstasy from her. She arched into his mouth, needing him to add more pain, more pleasure.
“Yes,” she found herself saying.
They looked at each other for a second, and then he lowered his gaze to her pussy, grabbed his cock again, and aligned the tip of his dick with the entrance of her cunt.
“You want me deep inside of you?”
“Yeah, Fury.” She licked her lips, wanting him to fuck her already, but willing to beg for it.
He started to push inside, and she felt the stretch and burn from the size of his dick.
“It’s so fucking good, baby. You feel so damn good, Angelina.”
He placed a hand on each of her thighs and continued to push deep i
nto her, fucking her like he knew what he was doing to get her off.
And then it was like something in him snapped. He started to fuck her in long, hard strokes. Over and over he plowed into her, the sounds of their sex, of their moans, filling the room. They were both sweating, and wetness from his chest dripped onto her body, making her even more aroused.
He thrust especially hard into her, and her eyes rolled back into her head. She bunched the sheets in her hands, but only a second of doing that and she was grabbing onto his biceps and digging her nails into his flesh.
Fury pulled out of her, flipped her onto her belly, and gave her ass a hard slap. He pushed her legs apart, and she felt the chilled air move along her heated pussy lips. She was at his mercy, and it felt so good.
Looking over her shoulder, she could see Fury staring at her ass. His cock was a hard, long rod pointing right at her. He slipped his finger through her slit, gathered her pussy moisture, and used his other hand to spread her ass apart. Angelina knew what was to come, and her throat tightened, despite her pussy getting wetter.
“I’m going to claim your ass, Angelina, make you mine in all ways.” He gave only one glance at her before focusing on her ass again, and Angelina braced herself for what was to come, anticipating it, but hesitant, as well. Fury placed the tip of his cock back at her pussy instead of her ass, held onto her waist, and curled his nails into her flesh. He stayed that way for only a second, and then thrust into her in one deep, hard move. Her cry was slightly muffled from being pressed against the mattress, the pleasure so damn intense.
Pumping into her fast and hard, he grabbed her hands and placed them on her lower back, keeping them bound together by one of his. He restrained her, and it felt incredible to have that taken away from her. She didn’t know why, because it was the opposite of being “free”, but having Fury control her like this made something open up inside of her.
“You like this, baby, like what I’m doing to you?” His voice was gruff.
“God, yes,” she whispered, not sure if he heard.
Angelina turned her head to the side, needing to see what he was doing to her. He slammed into her, and then pulled out slowly again.
“Beg me for more.”
“I want more,” she said without hesitation.
Fury teased her pussy, gathering her cream on his fingers before rubbing the slickened digits against her anus again. He teased the hole, and then slipped the finger inside, having her cry out from the pleasure. She couldn’t think straight for how incredible this all felt.
Her inner muscles clenched around his finger, as if they had a mind of their own and wanted him deeper. He continued to pump into her pussy with his cock at the same time he thrust his finger in and out of her ass, fucking her in both holes.
“Christ,” he said on a harsh whisper.
And then he removed his finger from her ass, grabbed her cheeks, and spread her bottom wide, clearly getting a look at her wide open for him. She watched as he leaned forward, his cock still in her pussy, and let saliva drip from the tip of his tongue to her anus. That shouldn’t have been as sexy as it was. But when he looked at her in the eyes as he did the act she swore she could have come from that alone.
“Beg me to fuck you in the ass.” He used his finger to spread the spit around her tight hole. “Fucking ask for it, Angelina. Tell me you want me to shove my cock in your ass.”
“Fury.” She swallowed. “Fuck me in the ass.”
He pulled out of her pussy, thrust two thick fingers into her cunt, and then when he removed them he spread the wetness over her anus, mixing it with his saliva until she knew she was nice and slick for him.
“Yes,” he hissed out. “So fucking hot.” Fury slipped his finger inside of her ass again until he was deep in her body. The groan that came from him was long and deep. “God, seeing my finger in you is so damn hot.” He groaned. “I want my dick in your ass, Angelina. I want to fuck you so badly.”
After several seconds, he removed the digit and replaced it with the thick crown of his cock at her back hole. She tensed, nervous but wanting this, too.
“Get ready for me, baby.”
He started pushing into her, and she bit her lip and closed her eyes, the stretch and burn consuming her.
“Fuck yes.” He pushed through the tight ring of muscle at her ass, and when he was fully in her they both let out this hoarse sound. She had the sheets in her hands, her knuckles white. His balls were pressed right against her pussy, a heavy weight reminding her what they were doing. He only gave her a few seconds to adjust to his size before he started moving in and out, slowly at first.
“So. Fucking. Good.”
After several moments, he picked up his speed and fucked her with long, powerful strokes. His balls slapped her moist pussy, the sound erotic, dirty and good. She wanted this to last, because the thought of it ending, of reality crashing back to them, wasn’t something she wanted to think about. Not yet at least.
“I own you, Angelina.” He gripped her harder, making it known with his touch.
God, I feel so free, so alive right now.
Fury gripped a chunk of her hair with his other hand and pulled her head back. With her throat arched, bared, she felt vulnerable, but in a good way. Another orgasm rose up in her, and all she wanted was to have it consume her.
“That’s it. Let go for me, baby.” Fury tightened his hold on her hair a little harder and growled. He thrust harder and faster, having her cry out for how much it hurt, for how could it felt. And then he groaned deeply and pulled out of her. She felt the hot jets of his cum cover her ass and lower back. Angelina wanted to watch him, but she was still reeling from the pleasure.
His orgasm seemed to go on forever, and she could actually feel him coming, felt his spunk sliding down the crease of her ass and along her pussy. It felt good, like she was claimed.
And when he finally relaxed and she knew he was done coming, Fury pulled away from her. Angelina collapsed on her belly, closed her eyes, and just let the post-euphoric haze wash over her. She breathed in and out heavily at first, but soon her breathing became normal as she started to relax. She opened her eyes, and it was to see Fury watching her.Is this what it means to be owned?
It sure as hell felt like it.
“Yeah, baby. This is exactly what it means to be owned.”
Angelina didn’t even care that she’d obviously said those words out loud, because hearing Fury say that phrase warmed her, made her feel whole. And then he reached out and rubbed his cum along her flesh, as if wanting his scent, his very essence engrained in her. “This is what it means to be mine, Angelina.”
He pulled her close, and she relaxed against him.
She stared into his dark, turbulent eyes, knowing this man could have crushed her with just a stare. He was primal and intense, and that feral quality made her feel stable. If she accepted this, did this with him there was no going back, not from any of this.
Where would I go anyway?
Being free was something she’d never experienced before, never thought she’d actually get to have, even after she’d left home.
“You want me, and I want you. That can’t be wrong.”
As screwed up as this all was, Angelina felt something darker rise in her for this man. She wanted to be with him, wanted to let herself just be free.
“You want freedom, and you can have it, Angelina.”
He looked so hard, so determined.
“Freedom isn’t that easy, Fury.” She was being honest, even with herself. Being with someone didn’t mean her troubles would just vanish. She still had a past, scars that ran deep.
“It’s easy, so fucking easy if you allow yourself to live that way, Angelina.” He gripped her chin and forced her to look at him. “Be with me and I’ll show you.”
Could she actually do this, see where things led with him? It couldn’t hurt. Her life thus far hadn’t made her feel a fraction of the emotion she felt while with Fury. That had to mean
something, right?
Chapter Fifteen
Fury sat on the edge of the bed and looked over his shoulder at Angelina. She was asleep on her side, the sheet covering her nude body, and the things he’d said to her replaying through his mind like a broken record. Yeah, he’d said she was his, that he was claiming her, and although he could blame it on the heat of the moment, the truth was he meant those words. Ever since he saw her for the first time all those weeks ago something in him had clicked. He’d tried telling himself over and over again that wanting her was just the sick side of him that wanted to get back at Sal. And maybe he’d convinced himself of that, in a way, but having her here was so different.
The way she looked at him, spoke to him made him feel like he wasn’t a worthless motherfucker. It wasn’t something he’d ever felt before. He’d always lived for his club, didn’t care what lengths he’d go, or what fucked up things he’d do to make things right, not until this moment. He didn’t want her hurt, didn’t want Angelina in the middle of this even if he was the one that had put her here.
Fury let his gaze travel over her arm that was up by her face. His fingers itched to touch her skin, to see if even in sleep he could have goosebumps moving along her skin, her body reacting to him. But in the end he tightened his hands into fists and got off the bed. After slipping pants on and a t-shirt he left her in the room sleeping. They’d slept well into early afternoon, but hadn’t gone to bed until nearly five in the morning.
He stood in the kitchen and stared at the stove. Hell, he wanted to do something domestic for her, like cook, feed her, make her see he wasn’t just a lowdown motherfucker. But Fury didn’t cook, and unless she wanted a piece of ham slapped between two pieces of bread, or a shot of whiskey, he’d just end up burning the food. But he could make her a strong cup of coffee. Fury figured after the night they had, the hit that had gone down the last few days, and the fact she was probably sore—which had him grinning and feeling pride—she’d need a kick in the ass cup of coffee.