Hellfire (Stonewood Saga Book 2)

by Ally Vance

  “Frollo?” she pants my name, phrasing it like a question as she turns her head and looks up at me, her pupils dilated with need.

  “Are you ready to scream, Esme?” I ask, and that’s the only warning I give as I line myself up with her dripping entrance and drive into her with a single hard thrust of my hips.

  Esme lets out a feral scream…a mix of pain and pleasure as she immediately comes all over my cock.

  “Yes!” I bite out, rocking into her at a furious pace, owning her tight pussy and filling her.

  I rise up on my knees, towering over her and fist her hair, pulling her upright against me while I grip her throat with my other hand. She swallows against the pressure as she continues to clench around my cock.

  “You like this. Admit it,” I growl, and she tries to shake her head while simultaneously drenching my hard length with fresh arousal. “Deny it all you like, but you’re the one soaking me at the same time as your pussy’s strangling my dick. The lies are literally dripping from you.”

  A faint whimper is her only response as I continue to pound into her like a madman with my hand wrapped firmly around her throat, choking more orgasms from her sweet body. Next time, I’ll have my dick buried so far down her throat she’ll be gasping for air and for mercy before I’m done. I’m staggered by the depths of my desire and the lengths I’m willing to go to claim her. She and Quinlan both need to learn Esme is mine, and only mine.

  I release her throat and Esme slumps down, gulping for air between ragged moans. I’ll never get enough of this woman.

  “Please,” Esme begs, her voice raspy.

  “I’m not stopping now…I can’t,” I grit out before plunging back inside her. I begin slamming into her so hard her arse will be bruised by the time I've found my own release and filled her with my cum.

  There really is no going back now.

  “Touch me,” she whispers, so quietly I nearly miss it beneath the sound of our skin slapping together.

  I smile, victorious, and leaning over her, I reach around to pinch her clit between my fingertips and swirl my thumb over the little bud until she's crying out with pleasure. I keep moving, never slowing, never stopping, and chasing my own impending release that’s rapidly approaching. My balls draw up, tightening against my body as I jerk into Esme’s pussy, tumbling over the edge. I stop moving, cock buried deep in her body, as my cum coats the inside of her, marking her as mine.

  “You’re mine, Esme. There’s nothing on this Earth which can change that now I've had you. Continue to fight me if you wish, but the outcome is inevitable. I own you, and I won’t be stopped by you or anyone else.”

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  Quinlan

  I’m infuriated that he stepped up to claim her first when I was the one to lure her here in the first place. This may be his territory, but that shouldn't mean he has the right to overstep me like that. I have half a mind to burst in and interrupt them…or join them. The brief moment we shared with her was hotter than I expected, and I’m eager to do it again.

  The thought of Esme at both our mercies while we take her from both ends has my jeans uncomfortably tight around my dick. I squeeze it through the denim, groaning at the sensation and biting roughly at my bottom lip when I hear Esme’s cries through the wooden door separating us.

  Not wanting to miss this, I carefully unlock the door, and having entered, I secure it behind me. The sight which greets me makes my mouth water and has my cock hardening until it’s painful. The pure rapture on Esme’s face as my uncle rams into her from behind is intoxicating. She may have fought us, fought him, but there’s no denying she was made for us.

  They haven’t spotted me yet. Frollo is too focused on Esme writhing beneath him, and she's too far gone with pleasure to be aware of anything other than the dick pounding into her sweet cunt. I lean against the wall watching them both. Prying the button open, I slide my hand down the front of my jeans and stroke the rigid length tucked out of sight. I want her. I want to hear her scream my name while I take her, and when I slide my cock down her throat, I want to watch her suffocate on it before I grant her the reprieve of oxygen.

  When my uncle finally finishes and slides out of her body, his attention snaps onto me, and he grins wickedly before brushing his hair from his sweaty face and rising to his full height.

  “My turn,” I say, taking amusement from the way his expression falters for a split second before he gestures towards the woman lying spent on the floor.

  Without a word, I approach her. I notice the cum trickling out of her body and running down her skin. Her thighs are coated in the sticky fluid. Instead of taking the same position as Frollo, I move around to her front. I’m going to enact my recent fantasy and choke this beautiful woman with my dick.

  I drop to my knees in front of her and tilt her head to meet my gaze. Her eyes widen with fear when she sees the look on my face. I’m sure I look like a monster ready to sate his hunger on her flesh, and while eventually I plan to taste every inch of her, today she’ll be the one tasting me.

  Her movements are sluggish as she jerks away from me, landing on her sweet arse as the skirt she's wearing drops back down to hide her exposed skin. Not that it matters. I've already seen the smooth curves of her rear and the glistening slit beckoning me to fill it.

  “Don’t try to escape. You’ve nowhere to go, and no one is going to come looking for you. There’s no point in resisting us. You should’ve run from us when you had the chance, but instead, you walked right into our arms, and we’re not letting you go,” I tell her.

  Then leaning in, I gently brush the pad of my thumb over her bottom lip.

  “Why are you doing this?” she asks, her voice cracking on the words as she gazes between my uncle and me.

  “Because we want you, and because we can,” I answer shortly, closing the distance between us and bringing our faces only centimetres apart.

  Esme attempts to slide away from me. I grab her wrists, and pressing them to the cold floor above her head, I proceed to pin her in place, so she’s lying on her back while I cover her with my body. She struggles to free herself and brings her head forward sharply to headbutt me, but I rear back just in time to avoid her skull connecting with mine. I let go of one of her wrists to seize her by the throat and squeeze threateningly.

  “I suggest you behave and don’t try to fight me on this,” I hiss, and then snatching her bottom lip with my teeth, I suck the plump flesh before biting down hard on it.

  Esme cries out, and when I let go, her lip is swollen and painted red. I move back in and lick the blood from her skin, looking deep into her frightened eyes as I do. A flicker of guilt sparks inside me, but it’s too late to stop now; her fear has incited my lust. Her breathing is shallow, and her breasts rise and fall rapidly with each breath, taunting me beneath the slits of her top. Another bead of blood forms, and I want to part her lips with my cock and watch it smear over my length as I bury every inch of it in her mouth.

  I can feel my uncle’s eyes burning a hole in my back, but when I glance up, his expression is impassive. He’s watching intently, yet he hasn’t moved to stop me, and I’m wondering if a part of him is enjoying this too. I trail my fingers down over her sternum, pausing over her heart, which is racing inside her chest, and then move my hand back up to stroke the soft skin on either side of her neck with my thumb and forefinger. She shivers, and a little whimper escapes from her.

  I tilt my head to one side, “Are you ready for me, Esme? I’m going to slide my cock down this throat of yours until you’re gagging around the entire length.”

  She swallows heavily and I shudder, imagining how it would feel if my cock were inside her mouth right now. No more waiting. Unzipping my jeans, I lower them and pull myself out of my boxers before crawling up her body. I position myself, so I’m straddled across her with her arms trapped against her sides, held in place by my thighs.

  I press the head of my dick against her tightly shut lips, and the pre-cum sitting
there smudges on her mouth, mixing with the blood. I don’t bother to hold back the smirk when her tongue pokes out to lick her lip clean, and it lightly runs over the smooth surface of the tip, tasting the two of us.

  “Take me in your mouth, Esme, and don’t even think about biting me,” I order in a husky voice.

  She gasps at my blunt directive, and I decide not to wait for permission. Taking advantage of her parted lips, I push into her with a determined roll forward of my hips. I grunt when I bottom out and breach her throat.

  “Fuck. Your mouth is divine,” I groan, shuddering when the pressure of her fighting to swallow and stop herself gagging closes her throat, making it feel like she's sucking me down even farther.

  I slide back out, allowing her to inhale deeply before plugging her with my cock once again as I brush away her tears with my finger. Reaching behind me, I slide a hand into her top and squeeze her breast, rolling her nipple between my fingers. As I do so, Esme runs her tongue up the bottom of my shaft, nearly making my eyes roll back in my damn head.

  “Fuck, do that again,” I growl, shuddering with pleasure when she obeys.

  I grin up at Frollo, who continues to silently watch the scene unfold with his fists clenched at his sides. “No need to stand on the sidelines, Uncle. You may as well have some more fun while she's completely at our mercy.”

  After I give a few more shallow thrusts into her mouth, Frollo surrenders to desire and walks to where we’re sprawled out on the stone floor. He moves behind me, and kneeling down, he lifts Esme’s skirt, spreads her legs, and proceeds to attack her pussy with his mouth while fisting his own cock. She squeals around my dick when he latches onto her clit, and the vibrations running up the rigid length make my head spin.

  I’m so fucking close. The heat of her mouth and the wetness of her tongue against my shaft bring me ever closer to an impending climax. When Esme orgasms, her long moan is muffled by the intruding solid muscle in her mouth. I plunge deep, cutting her off mid-moan and making her gag once more as I shoot thick ribbons of cum down her throat.

  Withdrawing, I roll away, and lie next to her on the cold stone floor, shuddering through the aftershocks while Frollo finishes with a rough groan and paints her exposed pussy with his cum.

  After a few moments, having caught my breath, I get to my feet and Frollo follows suit.

  “See you soon, sweetheart, and next time I’ll be having that pussy of yours,” I promise as I kiss her on the lips, tasting myself on them while ignoring the scowl on my uncle’s face.

  Together we leave the room, slamming the door shut on her breathless cry for freedom. But as soon as the bolt is slid across, I find myself pinned up against the corridor wall by my uncle.

  “I may let you have some fun, but she's mine so watch your step,” he snarls, and I laugh at the depth of the possessive fury Esme and I have aroused in him.

  “We’ll see, Uncle. But right now, she belongs to the both of us. I’m willing to share so don’t fucking try to stop me. You may have got to fuck her first, but you’re not the one she wants, and you know it. Now, let’s get out of here. I need coffee,” I retort and he lets go of me, running a hand thoughtfully through his hair.

  “Fine,” he grudgingly concedes, brushing past me and leading us back through the short corridor and into the main body of the church.

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  Esme

  They used me and then left me here, locked up in a room beneath the clock tower alone, wet from our combined releases, and with only shame for comfort. I should have fought harder, but there were two of them, so the odds were never in my favour. There was something else, though, holding me captive; something more than their bodies and the hands which grasped me so tightly. It’s there now, and as much as I hate to admit it, I’m not sure I can quench this burning need…this intense curiosity I have about the pastor…and his nephew.

  “What the fuck is wrong with me?” I mumble to myself.

  Unable to find the answer, I push myself onto my knees and slowly stand on shaking legs. My bones feel as though they’ve turned to jelly, and I stagger, slamming into one of the stone walls and probably bruising my shoulder.

  Now I’m alone and away from their overwhelming presence, I can think more clearly. I can focus, and I can finally attempt to process how the events of the past few weeks, since I've been living in Stonewood, have all led me to my current predicament. I freeze as memories of the night I was accosted down that dark alley run through my brain. My heart stutters in my chest, and my veins fill with ice when the feeling of terror returns full force. It was Quinlan! Damn him. All those times he was pretending to be my friend when the truth is he was the one who assaulted me.

  A few stray tears make tracks down my face, and as my mind replays every interaction and every touch, it dawns on me just how wrong I was about Frollo. My stomach clenches, and I cover my mouth with my hand to stifle the sob threatening to escape. I need to be stronger than this. I may have been wrong in thinking he was the one who attacked me, but he’s far from blameless. After all, he’s still one of my jailers, and between him and Quinlan, my chances of escape are negligible.

  I attempt to shove away any thoughts of how they made me feel, but the evidence of the taste lingering on my tongue and the stickiness between my thighs is impossible to ignore. Regardless of their criminal and brutal actions towards me, I was unable to prevent my body from responding to them. I was weaker than I should’ve been, and even now, I’m not certain I truly wanted to stop the pleasure they stole from me.

  Shaking off the residual response my body’s experiencing at the memory, I steel myself against the onslaught of emotions whipping through me like a high wind. I need to get out of here. Once I’ve escaped, I can worry about the consequences of what I allowed them to do to me in this room. I straighten my back and force myself to stand. Gritting my teeth at the little voice inside me, threatening my sanity with useless thoughts of how irredeemably trapped I am, I proceed to explore my prison thoroughly.

  The door leading back into the body of the church is unassailable, having been locked and bolted from the other side. All of the windows in this room are no bigger than slits and glazed with thin panes of stained glass. I’d surely cut myself if I tried to break them, and even if I were to take that risk, I’d never fit through the gap. At the other end of the room is a narrow door, which I didn’t spot at first glance, and hope stirs in my chest when I take in the dark wood and aged hinges. It’s probably as old as the church, and I briefly contemplate whether I can break through it if it’s locked.

  My hand trembles with nerves as I grip the handle and twist. To my utter amazement, the handle moves, and the door shifts in its frame.

  “It’s not locked,” I say to myself, and my voice is breathy with a mixture of surprise and awe.

  I tug hard and it opens. The sound of the heavy wood scraping on the flagstones is loud, and I pray that if Quinlan and Frollo are still in the church, they don’t hear it. My mind rebels against me, reminding me that Frollo must know about this other door, and he wouldn’t have brought me in this room if he thought it could provide a means of escape. With a sinking heart, I venture through and curse aloud when I see the spiral staircase leading upwards. Shrugging, I start to ascend the stone steps, having resigned myself to the further disappointment that’s surely awaiting me above.

  At the top is another door, and without hesitation, I grab the handle and twist, but it doesn’t budge. Anger builds within, and I slam my palm against the wood, letting out a frustrated scream.

  “Damn you! Open up,” I growl, twisting the handle again and wrenching on the door as hard as I can.

  A screech of fright escapes me when the door flies open and I nearly fall backwards. Had I not been gripping the handle so firmly, then I’d have been making an unwilling and speedy descent to the bottom of the stairs. Heart pounding in my chest, I steady myself and walk through the open door. The room beyond is bare apart from an electrical box on the
wall and a large brass bell, shining dully above me. On closer examination, I spot cogs and mechanisms hooked up to it which are no doubt connected to the aforementioned electrical box as well.

  I stare up at the bell for some time before deciding to investigate the box on the wall. It’s locked, and there’s no key to be found. I jump when the cogs start to turn, and I look back up at the bell in time to see it slowly move until it’s tilted to one side. As it starts to swing, I cover my ears with my hands, but it’s not enough to drown out the clang as the clapper strikes the inside of the bell.

  My ears are ringing, and my eyes begin to water at the intensity of the sound vibrating through my head and eardrums. I stumble towards the door, my impaired hearing affecting my balance. I stagger through and push it shut behind me as the bell tolls once more. I make my way unsteadily back down the stairs, pressing a hand to the wall to support myself as I descend. My head and heart pound with every ring of the bell as it counts out the hour. I burst through the open door at the bottom of the staircase, and I can’t halt my shriek of surprise mixed with fear when I see that the room is no longer empty.

  He’s come back.

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  Quinlan

  A short while after we return to his house, my uncle disappears into his bedroom and stays there, so I take the opportunity to slip back out. The sky is darkening and Esme has been left alone for some time now. I head back up to the church, and letting myself into the darkened building, I make my way to the clock tower and our pretty little prisoner. If Frollo thought I’d stay away after finally getting a proper taste of her, then he was sorely mistaken. Nothing will keep me from indulging until I've had more than my fill and she's been thoroughly fucked. This time her pussy will be dripping with my cum.