Rust

by J. M. Walker

“Father,” Kenny said slowly. “Is dead. Has been for a long time.”

  “Maybe so, but he’s still running our family even from the grave he lays in.” It was one reason why my brother had become more of an asshole as he got older. People respected our father. Not him. And that pissed him off. But he still got the job done after killing a few of our father’s men. It showed the others not to mess with him, as sick and disturbing as it was.

  “Please don’t remind me,” Kenny grumbled, scratching the black scruff on his strong jaw. “I’m still in charge. I suggest not forgetting that fact.”

  “Yeah,” I scoffed. “Okay.”

  He sat forward. “Creena, remember what your job is.”

  “I’m out,” I told him. “I’ve been out for years. You know that.”

  “You see, my dear sister, you never get out. You should know that. I love you. I would do anything to keep you safe but the family is important to me. I will also do anything to keep our name clean.” Although his eyes never averted from mine, I knew he was lying. Kenny didn’t care about keeping the family name clean. He would do anything to make it to the top and own the motherfucking world. That was the difference between our father and him.

  Besides my father, my brother had been the only other man I loved. He was aware of the darkness inside of me and he never judged. Instead, he put it to good use and forced me to do things that would haunt my nightmares for the rest of my life.

  “You’re beautiful, Creena. Let’s take advantage of that.”

  Years later and I could still remember my first kill. The first life I had watched leave another person’s eyes. I could still taste their blood on my lips.

  “You dwell on the past way too damn much.” Kenny leaned back in his chair. “You’re lethal. Not quite as vindictive as your friend, though. A sister, you call her? Brogan Tapp?”

  My teeth clenched, my fingers digging into the leather seat of the town car I was forced into. “Leave the Harlots out of this. This is between you and me.”

  “No, Creena. Every time you meet someone new, they’re sucked into our world whether you like it or not. Do I need to remind you of those you’ve lost already?”

  “How much do you know?”

  “Everything,” he muttered. “Have you forgotten who I am?”

  A drink came into my line of sight. I would have thanked the man handing it to me but he worked for my brother and forced me into this shit. So, I took the drink from him and chugged it back in one gulp instead. The liquor burned its way down to my stomach. “I could never forget who you are. You remind me every fucking time I see you.”

  Kenny chuckled. “Do you kiss that man of yours with that dirty mouth?”

  My cheeks heated. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

  Kenny took a sip from his own drink. He peered at me over the rim of the glass, a knowing twinkle flashing in his gaze.

  I looked away, his scrutiny sending my stomach into a flutter of nerves.

  “I need you.”

  My gaze snapped back to my brother’s. “Why? You have all of these men working for you. Why do you need me?”

  “Besides the two men sitting with you, the others don’t trust me and it’s been hard making them do what I want.” He shrugged. “You are the only person I trust on this God-forsaken planet.” He pulled back the rest of his drink. “Listen, I’m not trying to be a dick.”

  I raised an eyebrow. “Yeah, you are.”

  “You will do as I ask,” he said, his voice firm and ignored my comment.

  “How the hell do you figure?” I snapped, clenching my hands into fists until my nails dug into my skin. The slight burn of the pain sent a rush of heat racing through me.

  “Because it’s what you need, Creena,” Kenny pointed out. “You may think you can run away from the darkness inside of you, but you can’t. And I’m here to make sure you don’t.”

  “Why?” I whispered.

  “Because when that darkness is unleashed, no one will see it coming.” A wicked grin spread on his face. “And when they’re dying at your feet, that’s when the fun will truly begin.”

  ***

  (Stone)

  All of us had our own story. Some of it we shared with others, some of it we didn’t. It took everything in me not to blab to my brothers about my past. I also wanted to shed some light on the situation I had with Creena and tell her why I didn’t deserve her. Or even ask about her scars. But I couldn’t. Not yet. I had to make her trust me first, but I knew that would be a difficult thing to do.

  After she left the clubhouse, I said my quick goodbyes and headed home. My basement called me forward. It held a gym and almost every lethal weapon a person could get ahold of.

  My feet moved back and forth, my body dancing in front of the heavy punching bag when, suddenly, my phone rang.

  Letting out a curse, I pulled the cell from my pocket and barked a greeting.

  “Well hello to you too, princess.”

  I rolled my eyes at the caller. “What do you want, Greyson?” Brogan’s stepbrother and I went way back. I didn’t recognize him at first when I got introduced to him a couple months ago but once I found out who he was, our friendship from when we were kids sprung forth. It was like no time had gone by where we didn’t connect and hang out. I was also the only one who knew how he really was and what his club was capable of.

  “Always cheerful,” Greyson joked. “Careful. People may think you’re actually not an asshole.”

  “Oh, they’ll still think it.” I sat on a bench, stretching my legs out in front of me. “And I’ll just tell them it’s your fault.”

  “How the hell is it my fault you’re an asshole?”

  “Until a couple months ago, I hadn’t heard from you in over ten years,” I pointed out. “I’m still sensitive about it.”

  “Aww.” He laughed. “Did you miss me?”

  “Like a toothache.”

  His laugh boomed from the other end of the phone. “Fuck, man, I’ve missed you.”

  “Yeah, about that; when are you going to tell your sister that you and I used to hang out?”

  “And get into shit together too,” Greyson added. He sighed. “Brogan and I ... Yeah, that situation has dried the fuck up. She doesn’t need to know—” He cleared his throat. “Yeah.”

  “You’re the President of Hell’s Harlem. I’m sure she already assumes you’re not an angel.”

  “I’m innocent as fuck,” he insisted. I could almost picture him batting his baby blues, trying to convince me he wasn’t shady or had his hands in every illegal thing known to man.

  Greyson Mercer liked his women, but he loved his money more. Especially since he got his heart ripped out of his chest and stomped on. But I would never mention that to him. I liked my face the way it was.

  “Listen, I don’t give a shit what you do,” I told him. “Just be safe about it.”

  He grunted. “Always, but getting out is harder than I thought it would be.”

  “It is but you knew that going in.” A deep rumble of an engine sounded from outside. My body stirred, my dick jumping to attention. “Listen, man. I have to go.”

  Greyson let out a dramatic sigh. “You’ll have to introduce me to that girl of yours. I’ve only met her in passing.”

  “I will.” I said my goodbyes and disconnected the call.

  When the sound of the engine turned off, I took that as my chance and made my way up the stairs. The only door leading into the basement was at the side of my house. It was safer that way.

  Once I reached outside, I took in the sight before me. Creena stood by her bike, staring at the house. Her brow furrowed, her teeth munching on her bottom lip. She was ready to bolt.

  Leaning my head from side to side, the crack rippled down my spine. Before she could second guess herself and leave, I slipped out of the shadows. Everything about tonight would either set us back or move us forward but I had a feeling it would be like an atomic bomb. Once I was inside her, she would ex
plode for me, and I couldn’t fucking wait.

  ***

  (Creena)

  I stood outside Stone’s house, staring into my future. The questions of should I or shouldn’t I kept bouncing around in my mind. I wasn’t sure why, though, when I knew which question would be answered. But something still tugged at my heart. I never slept with a guy again after the first night, but Stone was different. He made it difficult to say no. Not that I would have anyway. He was delicious, and I couldn’t wait to devour every inch of him. Every tattoo. Every piercing. Every ripple of muscle that glided over his bones. My tongue wanted to lick over every throbbing vein, every intricate design marking his tanned skin.

  I shivered, a flush of heat washing over my body.

  “Are you going to stand there all night or at least come say hi?”

  I jumped, my gaze landing on the dark corner beside his house. Stone came out of the shadows like some sort of villain in the night. He shoved his hands in the pockets of his sweatpants and stalked toward me.

  He was shirtless. His muscles rippled beneath his tanned skin, dropping into that delicious V. The closer he was, the harder my heart raced.

  My body trembled. God, even his walk did me in.

  “Are you being a creeper and watching me?” I asked, tilting my head back to meet his gaze.

  “I was in the basement. I came out and found you standing here.” He pushed a loose strand of hair behind my ear. “You told the others you got called into work. What did you really have to do?”

  “I had to meet up with my brother,” I murmured, leaning my head to the side.

  “You lied.” Stone kissed my temple.

  “I did but discussing him can open up things I don’t want to talk about right now.”

  “Good. Because I’m done talking.” Stone leaned down and placed a kiss on my neck. “You always smell delicious. You’ve made finding you easy, Creena.”

  “I couldn’t wait any longer,” I breathed, thankful the discussion of my brother had ended.

  I wanted to tell Stone that I thought about him all day. I wanted to jump in his arms and plead for him to just take me out of this fucked-up town we called home but, instead, I just stood there and waited. I needed him to take the lead.

  “Yeah?” He grunted his approval, grabbed hold of my wrists, and pinned them behind my back. “What have you thought about?”

  “Getting you inside me,” I panted, my body on fire over being restrained by him.

  He held me in place, licking and biting up the length of my throat. With his free hand, he cupped my jaw, sliding his finger into my mouth. “Suck.”

  I closed my lips, scraping my teeth down the length of it.

  “Fuck,” he breathed, his chest rising and falling. “Is that what you want to do to me? You want to bite me, baby?”

  I grabbed his hand, taking his fingers into my mouth as far as they would go, and swallowed. I kept my gaze locked with his, needing to watch him break in front of me. I could deep throat like the best of them, and I couldn’t wait to show him just how far I could take his cock down my throat.

  And that was when he snapped. His mouth crushed to mine, his hands dug into my ass and lifted me in his arms.

  I wrapped my legs around him, breathing in everything he had to offer.

  Stone charged for the steps all the while fucking my mouth with his tongue. Kicking the door open, he had it shut and me against it faster than I could take my next gulp of air.

  His hands roamed up the sides of my body to my breasts. Pushing them together, he released my mouth and took a budding nipple between his lips. He scraped his teeth over the sensitive nub forcing a cry from my lips. And that only made him bite me harder.

  I moaned, my body flooding with desire for him. Everything inside of me pulsed, exploding into a blinding light just from him devouring my breasts.

  “I’m going to fuck these tits,” he growled, pushing them harder together. “And then I’m going to come all over your chest.” His heated eyes met mine. “I want you to smell like me.”

  I chewed my bottom lip, digging my fingers into his hair. “You can do whatever you want to me,” I said, my voice raspy. “Just fuck my pussy first.”

  When his mouth crushed mine, my skin vibrated. It rolled over my bones with every thought, every need as I waited for him to take control.

  “This won’t be gentle,” he rasped, carrying me over to the couch before he dropped me on it. Flipping me onto my stomach, he shoved my dress to my hips. “Fuck, Creena.” He hovered over me, sliding a hand down my side. “I’ll make you forget every man who’s come inside this tight body.”

  I panted, my heart speeding up. Little did he know I had already forgotten about them.

  Stone pushed my dress higher up the length of my body. “You’re so damn perfect.” His mouth brushed over my tailbone, his lips trailing kisses up my spine. “I thought you said you weren’t going to wear panties as long as I keep fucking you.”

  “I was giving you more clothing to rip off of me.”

  “Take them off and your dress,” his rough voice vibrated through me. “I need all of you against all of me.”

  I did as I was told and threw the dress on the floor. I knelt, facing away from him, and placed my hands on the back of the couch. I wasn’t sure where he wanted me but right then he could have fucked me in an alleyway and I would have complied willingly.

  Lowering to his knees behind me, he brushed his nose over my dripping center and inhaled. “Fuck, you smell good.”

  I whimpered, gripping the cushion in my hands. He was dirty. So damn dirty. He made everything inside of me come alive.

  With a stroke of his tongue, he licked from my pussy to my tailbone and down again. His tongue slid inside of me, stroking the walls of my center. He grabbed my ass, spread me open, and ate me like a starving beast.

  “Holy fucking hell.” I shivered, my hips moving back against his face. “Stone.”

  He released me with a wet smack. “Watch me.”

  Before I could ask what he meant, he dove back between my legs. I cried out, white knuckling the cushion. Looking down at him over my shoulder, our eyes met.

  He growled and hummed, fucking his tongue in and out of me. It flicked from my sex to the tight spot between the cheeks of my ass and stayed there.

  I inhaled a sharp gasp. “Oh, God.”

  Stone pushed his tongue inside of me, a part where no one had ever been.

  An electric current rushed through me. Spots danced in my vision. The tiny hairs on my skin tingled. My body heated, my pussy gushing against his face.

  He moaned, releasing me once again. “Your body’s nice and tight, Creena.” He kissed the cheek of my ass, sinking his teeth into the flesh a moment later.

  I yelped as the delicious pain washed through me.

  “Turn around and sit. Show me your pretty pussy,” he demanded, wiping his hand over his mouth.

  I did as he asked, spreading my legs for him.

  He groaned, lowering to his knees in front of me. “Should I make you come like this?” he asked, thrusting two fingers inside of me. “With my mouth? Or with my cock? Which do you prefer?”

  “All three,” I answered, pushing my hips up into his hand.

  “Let’s see how greedy your delicious cunt is.” A hard growl sounded from him as he dove between my legs.

  I cried out, arching against him.

  He lapped and sucked. Bit and fucked.

  Stone worked up a rhythm with his fingers thrusting in and out of me and his tongue flicking over my swollen clit.

  In a matter of seconds, I was coming undone around him. His name left my lips on a violent scream.

  He pulled back and ran his hand over his mouth, licking up the length of his palm. “So fucking tasty.”

  I smiled, breathing through the racing of my heart.

  “One down, two to go.”

  My body shook at what he was suggesting.

  When a tinfoil package ripped ope
n, my gaze snapped to his.

  Gripping my hips, Stone turned me around and pulled me back onto all fours. “Hmm ...” He landed a hard swat on the cheek of my ass. “Keep your eyes on me,” he demanded, rubbing the tip of his cock over my center. In a smooth move, he thrust inside of me.

  I gasped, swallowing hard at the fullness of him.

  His jaw tensed. “Don’t look away.”

  I pushed back against him, taking him even deeper, a hot shiver racing down my spine. “Fuck. Stone.”

  “Don’t you fucking dare look away,” he demanded, his voice firm. “I want you to watch me fuck you.” He let out a slow breath.

  “Awww, baby, don’t come already.” I circled my hips against him when I was shoved face first onto the seat of the couch.

  “You think I’m a fucking two-second man, Creena?” he growled, pulling out before thrusting forward so hard a scream fell from my lips. “That’s right. You will scream for me. And only when I’ve had enough will I let you go.”

  ***

  (Stone)

  Her words pissed me off but turned me on just the same.

  I hammered my cock into Creena. Her soaked pussy sucked and gripped me tight. It took everything in me not to blow my load the moment I thrust into her. But I breathed through the impending release. I would show her just how long I could go and how hard I liked it.

  Pulling her back, my hips moved of their own accord.

  Her screams sounded around me.

  She had already come three times, my cock prolonging each and every orgasm I granted her. Once on my tongue. Once with my fingers rubbing her swollen clit. And once by my cock. I had promised her it would be a night she wouldn’t forget when really, I would never be able to forget it myself. This woman broke me and unleashed something dark and feral inside of me. I was a beast who wanted to claim my mate.

  Fisting her long hair in my hand, I pulled her upright and wrapped my fingers around her throat. “Teasing me now, baby girl?” I asked, slamming my pelvis into the seat of her ass.

  “No,” she whimpered, reaching behind her to hold onto my waist.