by J. M. Walker
My stomach twisted over itself. I had never seen this vulnerable side of Creena. She was a badass, taking on fuckers larger than her and not batting an eye at her destruction. I didn’t like this side of her because it meant she was hurting, and when she was hurting, I saw red.
“Stone?” she said, using my last name again.
“Fuck it.” I captured her mouth in a hard kiss. “I love you, Creena,” I said against her lips. “I know you don’t want to hear it, and I know you don’t want to say it back but I can’t have you breaking in front of me. I need to give you some of the happiness these bastards are taking from us." I paused, staring into her wide eyes. "So ... yeah ... I love you.”
***
(Creena)
After the stories were shared with us by Mia, Missy, and Leigh, I couldn’t take anymore. They weren’t a puppet club. They were victims of the brutality that was our world. They never asked for this. For any of this.
I didn’t want to have to worry about my future kids being taken from me at the hands of monsters. I didn’t want to go out every day and fear I would never make it home.
The sanity I held onto slipped between my fingertips.
The only thing I wanted was Stone. His touch. His embrace. His warm breath on my skin as he told me everything would be okay. And when he blurted out those three little words holding such an impact, I slapped him.
MY PALM TINGLED. My fingers dug into the carpet I knelt on. After my hand connected with Stone’s face, I broke. My heart shattered into a million pieces because I still couldn’t figure out why the hell he would want me. I was diseased. A pariah. Born and bred to be a killer. He had a daughter. I couldn’t be a role model for her.
Stone knelt in front of me. “I will give you one chance to tell me what the fuck is going on inside that head of yours before I bend you over my lap and beat your ass.”
The threat slid over my skin, kissing every inch of me. His words did nothing for the pain threatening to choke me as they only heightened the ache between my legs.
“Why do you love me?” I asked, looking up at him through my lashes. “I don’t deserve to be loved. Not after everything I’ve done.”
“Fuck, Creena,” he growled, grabbing my hand and pulling me onto his lap. “And you think I deserve it? I watched the mother of my daughter die because I couldn’t do anything about it. Only after I spent a couple days in the hospital did I actually go and find those fuckers. But one still got away. And I’ve spent the last year and a half of my life trying to find him. And when I did, I chickened out like a pussy. What’s worse, killing those bastards did nothing. It didn’t make me feel better. It only made me hungry for more blood. During my next mission, I did things no human should do. I did the dirty work. The black shit. But I’m here. I’m a father. I can’t give up and I need you to stop breaking in front of me.”
“I don’t know how. This isn’t normal for me. These feelings. This ... shit.” I covered my face, my heart thumping hard against my ribs.
“This isn’t normal for me, either, but I meant what I said.” He pulled my hands free from my face. “Look at me. When that woman submitted to you even though I know it wasn’t her fault, it still pissed me off. I was jealous. Raging. Whatever the fuck you want to call it. Because you’re mine and I haven’t submitted to you completely yet.”
My eyes widened at his admission.
“No one submits to my girl.” He pinched my chin and tilted my head back. “No one but me. I do love you, Creena. I won’t tell you how I feel again. Even if you never say the words back to—”
Crushing my mouth to his, I breathed out a sigh at how perfect he felt against me.
Stone cupped my nape, deepening the kiss. “I meant it,” he whispered against my mouth.
“I know.” I leaned my forehead against his, brushing my thumb along the length of his angular jaw. “You know I feel the same way but I can’t say it. Not yet. Not when so many things are left in the air. I need finality.”
“I know.” He ran his hands up and down my arms. “We’ll do this together. All of us.”
“I’ll help you find the bastard who got away,” I said, curling my legs around his waist.
“I know that too.” He smiled softly. “I will find him again and I will end him.”
“Are you getting closer?”
Something flashed behind his eyes. “Don’t worry about it.”
“If you need help, I’m here.”
“I know.” He kissed my forehead. “But I would never ask that of you. I care too much about you to see you shatter in front of me,” he murmured against my head.
I cupped his cheek that was now turning a light shade of red from the impact of my palm. “I’m sorry for slapping you.”
“It’s okay. I like a little pain,” he said, giving me a wink.
I laughed, picking at a fuzz on his shirt.
Several beats passed before either of us said anything. We stared. We watched. But no sounds left our mouths.
The air around us crackled and fizzled, much like our feelings for each other. He loved me. Vincent Stone actually loved me. Those feelings were never something I thought I would ever receive. I knew what love was. I got it. I loved my family. I loved the King’s Harlots. But I had never been in love with a man until now.
Stone made me realize that life was too short for what ifs. He made me throw everything I believed in away and grasp onto him for safety. He was my solace. And I knew I was in love with him as well. But those three words, those three tiny fucking words, wouldn’t leave my mouth no matter how hard I tried.
Reaching his hand up to cup my face, he brushed his thumb along my bottom lip and leaned toward me. The act was sensual, I felt the touch right down to my very toes.
No matter how many times we touched, it was nothing like the last. He owned me and consumed me completely.
Stone replaced his thumb with his mouth, his lips softly brushing over mine until they took complete control.
I let him. God, did I let him.
His tongue forced my mouth open, sliding along mine until a purr left the back of my throat. A hot shiver traveled down my spine.
Running my fingers through the hair at his nape, I returned the kiss, pouring everything I felt for this man into it.
Our breathing picked up. Our mouths moving faster over the other and our tongues stroking deeper.
Noise came from the hallway. Voices. Music. But all I could focus on was Stone’s tongue fucking my mouth.
His hand grazed down my side before cupping my ass and pulled me against him in a rough move.
I gasped, moving my hips back and forth over his lap.
He growled, his fingers digging into the flesh of my rear. Usually, dirty words would leave his mouth. His demands of me. His need to tell me how I made him feel. But not this time. This time both of us were silent as we spoke through our touch instead.
My hips undulated, the heat of my center brushing over his rigid length. I normally wanted fast and hard but this time, I wanted him to take it slow. To take me so far away, only he could help me get back. I wanted sweet and gentle and then rough and fast. I wanted every inch of him inside every inch of me.
Stone cupped my ass and rose to his full height before laying me on the bed. He pushed his hips between mine, his big body spreading me wide. No matter how many times we had been together, nothing compared to this moment. This ultimate battle of who controlled who. The need to dominate each other hung over our heads. I wanted to submit to him but I also wanted to control his every move. The words to beg that he fuck me hung on the tip of my tongue.
Releasing my mouth, Stone kissed down the length of my jaw to the soft spot beneath my ear that drove me fucking wild. It sent shivers down my spine. His teeth sunk into the sensitive flesh sending a jolt straight to my clit.
A moan escaped me, my body arching beneath him. I could feel his lips pull up into a smile but he still didn’t say anything. This was different for us. No words bein
g said. It left us stripped bare and vulnerable. I needed it. I needed him.
Stone moved down my body. His hands massaged and kneaded my breasts, cupping them over the fabric of my shirt. His mouth latched onto a nipple, his teeth biting into the hardened nub.
I gasped, the slight twinge of pain enveloping me in a delicious warmth.
He repeated his movements with the other, licking and sucking the erect peak over the fabric of my shirt.
My hips thrust upward, the ache between my legs growing to the point of mind-blowing agony. But I didn’t want him to stop. As much as I needed him inside me, I needed this more. I wanted him to break me in half and take away all the pain. All of the heartache over the past couple of months.
Stone lifted my shirt to just below my chest, revealing my stomach. His mouth soon found my skin once again. His teeth sunk into my hip while his hands gripped my ass, digging his fingers into the flesh.
Grabbing a fistful of the blanket, I white knuckled it, watching him move down the length of my body.
Every nerve ending came alive the more his mouth moved over my skin. I stared down the length of my body, watching his head move down my torso.
His hands gripped the waistband of my jeans. In a rough move, he spread my legs and shoved his head between them. The heat from his mouth slid inside me. Although there was fabric in the way, I could still feel him everywhere.
I moaned, thrusting my hips upward, trying to get him closer.
His thumbs pushed into the creases between my pussy and thigh, his teeth grazing over the jeans covering my swollen clit.
A surge of desire rushed through me, my body gushing the harder he rubbed his teeth over my mound. Before I could process what I was doing, my hands were in his hair. I tugged and pulled. If I could pull him inside of me, I would have.
Suddenly, he released me and met my gaze. His eyes were dark and filled with so much lust, it stole my breath. With a flick of his fingers, he undid my jeans and pulled them down my legs, leaving me in just my tank top and thong. Tossing them to the side, he stared down at me before meeting my gaze once again. Keeping his eyes locked with mine, he kissed my knee, trailing tiny bites and pecks down my inner thigh before reaching the spot I needed him most.
My heart sped up the closer he got to my core. My palms became sweaty. My skin became alive.
With a rough tug, he ripped the tiny piece of material off of me.
A breath caught in my throat. As much as I wanted to demand for him to hurry up already and give me the release I needed, all I could do was stare.
***
(Stone)
My cock was needy for her. If I didn’t fuck Creena and soon, I was going to come in my pants again like she had forced me to do already in our time together. But the need to drive her wild and crazy with lust for me won out. I couldn’t control the urge to strip her bare, expose every dark and dangerous secret for my enjoyment only.
No words passed her lips the longer time went on. It surprised me at the control she had. I had wanted to demand and plead for her to fuck me however she saw fit but when the look of love passed behind her eyes, I knew I needed to take a different direction.
Her clit was swollen between the folds of her pussy. Her core dripped for me, her hips thrusting toward my face. The scent of everything that made up Creena wafted into my nose, forcing my body to leak for her.
Blowing a stream of hot air along her bare mound, I spread the lips of her pussy with my thumbs.
Creena chewed her bottom lip, her eyes wide and wild with need. But she still didn’t beg.
Swiping my tongue from the soaked entrance to her pussy, I flicked my tongue back and forth over her clit.
She moaned, her eyes rolling into the back of her head.
Not going to happen, pet. Giving her inner thigh a hard slap, I growled against her flesh.
Her eyes popped open, landing back on me.
A wicked grin spread onto my face when I dove between her legs.
She sighed, grabbing onto my head, and thrust her body against my tongue.
She tasted fucking wonderful. I could eat her for hours and never come up for air. I could die between her legs and still be the happiest motherfucking man who walked the face of this Earth.
My tongue stroked the walls of her cunt, rubbing and pushing. Prodding and licking. Her sweet taste left me delirious.
Releasing her with a pop, I wiped my chin and licked my fingers.
Her chest rose and fell with labored breath, her dark eyes begging me to give her the orgasm she craved.
I kissed her inner thigh, thrusting two fingers deep into her body.
A soft sigh left her mouth, her back arching off the bed. Her hips thrust up and down, fucking against my fingers.
She was beautiful in the way she let herself go for me. All the cares, pain, and emotions left her as she took from me what she wanted.
Her teeth grazed over her bottom lip, her cheeks turning a light shade of pink.
But before she could come like she wanted, I removed my hand from her body. I needed her to come on my cock. I wanted her body to soak mine with the release I allowed her to have.
Rising from the bed, I stripped completely for her. Without having to ask, she did the same, leaving her body exposed and open for me.
In a rough move, I grabbed her ankles and pulled her to the edge of the bed before crashing my mouth to hers. I loved this woman and I would show her for as long as she let me just how much.
***
(Creena)
My nails scratched down his back. My teeth sunk into the hard muscle of his tattooed shoulder. My body trembled and shook beneath him.
Stone fucked all of the feelings out of me and forced me to submit.
His body was hard and deep inside of mine. His cock twitched, stretching me wide while his mouth remained locked with mine. But he still wouldn’t let me come.
He pulled back, sensing my frustration and grinned. “Tell me.”
I chewed my bottom lip, looking everywhere but at him.
“Tell me, Creena.” He gripped my jaw, forcing me to meet his gaze. “Just once. Tell me how you feel.”
I whimpered, thrusting my body up and down, trying to get the release I needed.
He chuckled, kissing the side of my neck. “Tell me, baby girl. I need to hear it. Just one damn time and then I’ll give you the orgasm your body needs.”
“Please, Stone.”
“Fuck. I love it when you beg.” His other hand gripped my inner thigh, spreading me wider for him. “Tell me you love me. I need to hear the words from your lips.”
“I ...” I shivered, the slow thrusts of his cock sliding in and out of me was driving me absolutely insane with need for this man.
“Tell me,” he growled, pushing my knee to my chest. “Give that to me, Creena.” He lifted his head, staring intently into my eyes. “Please, baby. Just once. And then you don’t have to say it again until after this shit is over.”
“Will it ever be over, though?”
“Yes. If I have to take you away from here, I’ll do that. But it will be over one way or another.” His grip on my jaw tightened. “Now tell me.”
My hands roamed down the length of his back before gripping his ass and pulled him forward.
“Fuck.” He shivered, pushing into me. “Creena.”
I bit his shoulder, trailing kisses up to his neck. “I’ve fallen in love with you, Stone,” I whispered.
“Damn fucking right you have,” he snarled, pulling out of me and slamming back into me hard.
A scream fell from my lips.
“That’s right, Creena. You love me. You love me fucking hard and I’m going to destroy this body.” His teeth sunk into the side of my neck. “Soak my cock. Come all over me.”
“God, Stone.” I lifted my hips, meeting him thrust for thrust. “Please. Faster. I need you faster.”
“Come for me, pet,” he demanded, his voice taking on that dark tone I had come to love. “
Squirt that honey all over me.”
I whimpered, my body shaking beneath him.
Stone linked our fingers and held them above my head. “Say it again.”
“I love you,” I screamed, a release crashing through my body until stars danced in my vision.
“Damn fucking right you do,” he growled, leaning back, and hooked his arms around my knees. His hips thrust forward and back, pounding into me with a fervor I had never felt from him. Each movement owned me. Every time his cock hit that spot inside of me that had never been reached before, the walls of my soul tumbled and cracked around us.
Every thrust completely consumed me.
“Come for me, Stone,” I whimpered, pushing my hips up and down his rigid length.
“Call me Sir,” he all but snarled.
I licked my lips. “Sir.”
My name left his lips on a roar, his own orgasm pulsing deep inside of me.
Stone pulled out of my body, wrapping a hand around the base of his cock and finished his release on my lower stomach and pussy.
I covered his hand, helping him through his release, and stroked until he grew hard for me again. I tugged gently on the barbell piercing the head, forcing his hips to buck forward.
“I love the way you touch me,” he muttered, licking along my bottom lip. “My cock gets so hard for you.”
“Make love to me again, Stone,” I said against his mouth. “Make love to me until we’re both exhausted.”
“I will.” He placed a soft peck on my nose, his hips thrusting into my hand. “I love you, Creena.”
I WAS SORE, sticky, and so damn achy. I curled into Stone’s side and let out a contented sigh. The last couple of hours had been perfect. We shouldn’t have left the others. We shouldn’t have been as loud as we were. But neither of us cared who heard. Our friends didn’t care, either. Each of us handled this shit in our own way. All that mattered was that our feelings for each other were now out in the open. Although neither of us said those three little words again, we felt them.