Ours: Book 2 In The Winterburg Series

by Linzvon C

  He moved towards the kitchen, peeling off his hoody and tossing it to me, his scent wrapping itself around me like a comfort blanket.

  “I’m going to make you something to eat.”

  What was going on? Why was he being so cold? I followed him into the kitchen, wrapping my arms around myself as I watched him pouring oil into a pan. He pulled out vine tomatoes and began chopping them roughly, tossing them into a bowl of salad leaves, his eyes refusing to meet mine.

  “Cal, please don’t shut me out,” I whispered, a lump rising in my throat as he dropped steak into the oil, the sizzling filling the silence. He continued cooking, adding mushrooms and garlic to the pan as though I hadn’t spoke.

  “Cal.”

  I moved towards him, pressing my body against his back and felt him tense beneath me.

  “Talk to me.”

  He turned the steaks with one hand, the other holding mine tightly. I trembled as he turned to me, his eyes dark and deadly.

  “I’m fine. Just tired and hungry I guess.”

  He was lying to me. Despite everything we had been through, he had never pushed me away like this. I moved back, hoping he would pull me back to him but he didn’t, he just carried on as though nothing had happened.

  “I’m going to grab a shower, ok?”

  He nodded silently as he grabbed a beer from the fridge, putting him out of my sight temporarily.

  Where was my Cal?

  After I showered, I dressed quickly, my tummy grumbling at the smell of steak and garlic. I walked into the kitchen to see mine in the pan, ready to be served with the large salad that was beside it in a glass bowl. He’d poured me a glass of my favourite red wine, and I took a sip, closing my eyes as the familiar taste slid down my throat with promises of calm and relaxation not far away. Before I knew it, I had drained the wine and I examined the empty glass with surprise. I shrugged, topping it up and taking a large mouthful.

  “I’m sorry.”

  The voice startled me as I jumped, turning to see Cal leaning against the doorway watching me, his eyes staring down at the floor. He was still topless, and I tried not to stare at his delicious body, tanned and toned in all the right places. His jeans were loose on his hips, aa though he had begun to take them off but changed his mind last minute, meaning I could see the delicious V that lead down to his silky cock.

  I blinked, aware I was off in a fantasy world whilst he was watching me with a bemused expression on his face.

  “If you are thirsty, you’d be better drinking something that will actually quench your thirst, not wine,” he nodded at the half empty bottle in my hand. “but it does go down very well with the steak.”

  I took another gulp of wine as I slid the steak onto my plate, the mushrooms and garlic falling along with it, making my mouth water. I added salad for the fact it was there more than any intention to eat any. I carried my plate to the table and closed my eyes as the steak fell apart in my mouth, amazed that this man knew exactly how to cook my steak despite only being told once. Wow.

  He grabbed another beer as his phone rang, and I heard him answer as he walked into the hall. I never listened to his conversations because I didn’t want to hear the content if I was honest- I knew Cal did business with some unsavoury characters and I liked to distance myself from that as best as I could. Since being in New York, I hadn’t been exposed to any part of that world, and it was fucking terrifying. I chewed my food as I sipped the wine more slowly now as it began to take effect, making my heart beat that little bit faster and making the day behind me seem almost delightful. You’ve got to love wine. Cal walked back into the room, his green eyes burning into mine as I felt those butterflies flying around my stomach. My mind chose to extract one of my favourite memories of us, and I watched it play happily in my head.

  “What are you smiling about?”

  I pushed my plate away as I finished the last piece of steak, letting out a contented sigh.

  “I was just remembering the first time you kissed me.”

  He raised an eyebrow as he walked over to me, pulling me up by my hands.

  “I don’t think I can remember, it was just a kiss,” he teased, knowing how much I had talked about afterwards. I rolled my eyes, secretly delighted he seemed more relaxed.

  “It was in the rain, remember?”

  He nodded, his finger brushing down my face.

  “As if I’d ever forget baby. I’ve never wanted to kiss anyone as much as I did that night, standing in front of you in your little dress.”

  He leaned down, his lips smashing against mine as I grabbed his hair in my hands, wondering if I would ever tire of tasting him. His tongue explored my mouth as he held me close, his warm body sending goose bumps on mine as our skin touched.

  “I was with someone else then. Technically,” I mused as we broke apart, our foreheads still touching. He growled as he pushed me against the wall, tilting my face up to his.

  “Fuck technicalities. You were mine the minute I saw you in the hallway, wondering who the fuck I was and why I made you feel the way you did. Admit it Raven,” he smirked as I gasped under his grip as he watched me with interest. “We haven’t had this conversation yet.”

  He flipped me so I was facing the wall, as he trailed his hands down to my hips, pulling me against him as though trying me on for size.

  “Admit what?” I managed to croak out as he hooked his thumbs through my bottoms, pulling them down in one swift movement, exposing me to him. He pushed my legs apart as I heard his belt hit the floor, bracing myself for his entrance.

  “When I saw you in the bathroom. At the dinner party. You wanted me to bend you over the sink and fuck you hard didn’t you?”

  Suddenly I felt the head of his cock press against my wet slit and I moved myself against him, begging him to enter me.

  “Come now Gretchen, we are having a conversation...”

  “Yes. Now fuck me,” I demanded as he obeyed, sliding his entire length inside of me, making me lose my breath as he pulled it back out to the tip, before slamming it back inside of me.

  “Is this hard enough for you? Would you have screamed out or would I have had to do this?”

  As he thrust in and out of me, I moaned loudly, unable to control myself as he covered my mouth with his hand, so no sound escaped me. The only sound was the slapping of his crotch against my ass, the skin hot and slick as my juices wrapped around his cock, spilling out with each thrust. His hand slipped down to my hip as his other hand grabbed a handful of my hair, pulling it back as he used me for leverage, the thrusts becoming deeper and more demanding as I felt myself explode against his cock as he moaned with approval.

  “Fuck, Raven. You’re killing me.”

  I smiled as I felt pain in my hips from fingers that were now digging into my flesh, knowing he was close.

  “But I’m yours,” I gasped as he grunted with each thrust, the grip tightening on my hips.

  “You’re mine,” he growled, lust and desire spilling from his perfect mouth.

  Finally, he let go, and I felt him shooting his seed deep within me. He pulled me tight against him, as he swore.

  “Now that,” I gasped as I wriggled from his grasp, our juices slowly dripping down my thighs as he sat back on the chair beside him. “Was fucking insane.”

  He laughed and I kissed him, despite the fact we were both out of breath.

  “You shouldn’t ever mention you and anyone else in the same sentence, you know what it does to me,” he warned as I smirked.

  “Did I ever tell you about-” I teased as he jumped from the chair, making me squeal as I tried to run away from him.

  He caught me by the stairs as we kissed, with such desire I felt him harden against me once more.

  “Don’t fuck about. You’re mine,” he whispered as he moved my hair from my eyes softly as he gazed at me with adoration.

  “I know. More importantly, you are mine,” I whispered back as I kissed him, feeling him smile against my mouth.
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br />   God, I loved him so fucking much.

  Chapter 12- Someone’s Sister

  Michael

  The woman bounced on top of me, her tiny breasts barely moving as she made an elaborate show of herself on my cock. I tried to stifle a yawn but to no avail, as I saw the shock register in her eyes.

  “I’m sorry, I guess you just aren’t capable of keeping me entertained. Not for lack of effort though.”

  I lifted her from me as she snatched her clothes up, her doll like features twisted into a nasty snarl.

  “You won’t get anyone better. I’m the best in the whole state,” she snapped as she walked away, grabbing her cash on the way out.

  She was a whore, why was she so offended that she just didn’t do it for me? My cock was going flaccid already, bored of the same old pussy. I peeled the condom off and slung it into the bin with irritation.

  You can’t even pay for women to fuck you without attitude. I stood, walking over to the open doors of my room that overlooked the flawless gardens of the home I had grown up in, letting out a deep sigh. It was beautiful here, but like all beauty it hid a deeper layer, one that was not as pretty to look at. I had grown up around crime, one of the first executions I saw at the age of eleven burned into my retina. The man had betrayed my father apparently, by leaking secrets to a rival family. My father told me to watch without fear; that this is what happened to rats. The man had begged for his life, but he was tied to a chair with wire and beaten to death with baseball bats. I will never forget the look in his eyes, the way he pleaded for mercy repeatedly as he was ignored. I can still hear the clatter of the bats on the floor as the clean-up guys arrived, someone pushing me out of the door so I could follow my father who was covered in blood. My first kill was a tad more brutal, but at least I felt it was for a valid reason.

  Lucia.

  I will never forget my mother’s screams as my father had her sedated, unable to bear her cries of anguish. Lucia had been savagely beaten and raped, and left for dead, yet somehow, she survived. She was a Salvatore, made of intense strength, but no one expected her to live.

  My father made sure Lucia had the best round the clock care, whilst ordering the bastards to be brought to our home. My father, my elder brothers and I all stood around the deep mahogany table as we wept, our anger demanding revenge.

  She was fifteen.

  None of us were home.

  Yet he was here.

  I felt the intense anger raging through me as I remembered finding out he was her boyfriend, yet he had run like a bitch whilst she was being used by the perverted bastards inside her room, her screams following him through the gardens I’m sure- yet still he ran. It made no sense to me. When I found out, I was sixteen, a mere boy. But I made it clear I wanted in on the revenge. I smiled as I remembered hearing the pleading, the apologising. How this dirty bastard didn’t know she was my sister. I remember wondering how that made any difference. She would have been someone’s sister. Someone’s daughter. Maybe, one day, someone’s mother.

  That would never happen now. The doctor had not been able to salvage her insides enough to let her carry a child; if by any miracle she conceived.

  I took great joy in peeling the skin from his eyelids, so he could never close his eyes. I made him swallow his own cock, piece by piece. Finally, I hung him from a meat hook by the rectum, until his heart gave way.

  I was there for his last breath as I told him it was for Lucia. When he meets the Devil, I hope he passes on my condolences. Even the Devil doesn’t deserve such scum for company.

  I blinked, realising I was ice cold. I had been standing outside for longer than I realised, the sun having left long ago.

  Even though Leo didn’t hurt her, he didn’t stop them either.

  My father may have forgiven him by the fact he had killed Andre, but I hadn’t. He ran away, and for that I feel he deserved more than a one-night abduction of his girlfriend. My mind moved to her then, as I recalled seeing her for the first time in Lucia’s room. I couldn’t deny the attraction between us, but I don’t make a habit of stealing wives or girlfriends from other men, even ones as low as Leonardo Cape. I’m used to women falling at my feet, wanting to marry me and get accustomed to the mob lifestyle, but she simply wanted to leave. Her fear was attractive, in a sadistic way. I would never hurt a woman, but when she walked down my staircase it took everything I had not to call for Leo to be killed so I could make her mine, if only for an hour.

  But I was a man of my word. If anything, I owed her a favour after Lucia’s little prank.

  I would have to hope she would come to collect it.

  Chapter 13- Fantasising.

  Gretchen

  Summer break arrived perfectly on time, and I was looking forward to landing back in Winterburg with my delicious boyfriend in tow. I felt his hand in mine as the plane began to descend and I remembered how much he hated flying.

  “Yet again, I’m glad to be out of New York. I wish you could study somewhere else,” he grumbled as he tightened his grip on my hand.

  I decided it was best to bite my tongue here, this argument knew no end. He knew I had made the decision when he had just upped and left me during my find year of high school. I didn’t expect him to ever return and by then I was ready to move. But it was such a great programme, taught by the finest in the field of therapy. I was distracted by the plane touching down, a pretty good landing as far as they go. I glanced at Cal who had his eyes closed, his face a deathly white.

  “Cal, we’ve landed babe. Breathe.”

  He smiled faintly, his grip relaxing ever so slightly on my hand.

  We finally left the aircraft, the warm summer air greeting us like an old friend. I was giddy with excitement at seeing everyone, as my eyes scanned the airport crowds eagerly.

  “You’re like a child on Christmas morning,” he laughed as he tugged our suitcases along easily beside him, his sleeves rolled up to reveal those strong forearms I loved so much.

  “Cal, you get to see your parents!” I exclaimed, sad that he didn’t have the bond I had with my parents. He shrugged as his cool gaze fell onto someone behind me, a smile creeping into his face as I followed his gaze to see my parents striding towards us, my mother’s arms outstretched as she pulled me into her arms, her sweet perfume instantly comforting me. My eyes pricked with tears as she whispered, “I’ve missed you so much.”

  “I’ve missed you too Mom.”

  She released me so that I could hug my dad, who kissed the top of my head protectively as he wrapped his arms around me. I rested against his chest as my mom hugged Cal, commenting on how much of a man he was now becoming. This made my dad chuckle as he shook Cals hand firmly. I slid my arm back around Cals waist as my dad grabbed a suitcase from him, feeling stupidly content. This was my world, right here. As we walked to the car, I felt something inside of me begin to relax, and the mindless chatter flowed between us as we drove home.

  “How was the flight?” my father asked, his eyes twinkling as they met mine in the rear-view. I felt Cal shudder beside me as I stifled a giggle, which suddenly escaped.

  “Contrary to anything Cal tells you, it was perfectly fine.”

  “We nearly died,” he pointed out, and laughter filled the car.

  “Oh Cal. You just aren’t a flyer, that’s ok. I’m not good on boats, so I do empathise,” my mother’s eyes fell on him as she smiled kindly.

  My father snorted then, earning him a sharp look from my mother.

  “Not good is probably an understatement. The last time you went on a boat you passed out. Took a good while for you to get your colour back, that’s for sure.”

  She rolled her eyes, a smile playing on her lips. He glanced at her, his eyes crinkling in the corners as he smiled. Her hand covered his and he pulled it to his lips, kissing it softly before placing his hand back on the wheel. They were still so very much in love, even after many years together. I sighed contentedly as I gazed out of the window, the familiar sights warming my
soul.

  “I love your smile,” the voice broke into my thoughts as he kissed my shoulder softly, his green eyes meeting mine as I turned to him. I noticed sadness pass over his face briefly, but before I could study it further it was gone, replaced by the lazy smile I adored.

  “I love you,” I whispered, closing my eyes as I leaned against him, tiredness sweeping over me as I yawned.

  “Home sweet home,” my mother sang as we pulled into the drive of my childhood home. The house was simple, but it would always be my favourite. I knew every nook and cranny here, and every corner held a different memory. As the door swung open, I suddenly remembered opening the door to Cal years ago, standing before him in just a towel as he had said-