Hawk's Revenge

by N. M. Catalano

  “Just as well,” I mumble, kick off my shoes, and turn on the lights.

  “Expecting me?” a big hand lands on my mouth as a hard body pins me against the wall eliciting a scream from me.

  Instantly all my senses are bombarded with Hawk, I feel him, taste him, smell him, and see a sliver of his face pressed against mine. An avalanche of emotions crushes me just like his body is. I’m scared, excited, angry, and insanely turned on. Instinct makes me fight against him, my body thrashing against his. He pushes against me harder, his erection pressing against my lower back.

  “I want answers, Jo,” he asks me roughly.

  I writhe against him.

  “I know you can feel what you’re doing to me, is that what you want?” he thrusts his hips into my back, the length of his hardness burning right through my clothes.

  I resist the urge to push back, because that’s exactly what I want, sick as I am. Instead, I freeze and peer sideways at him over his palm.

  “I’m going to let you go, you’re not going to scream, and you’re going to answer some questions.” His voice is firm and in control. I’m a crazy mess. After a moment’s stare-off, his grip loosens and hovers above my mouth as he waits for any reaction from me. We’re both breathing heavily, me from shock, him, I’m not sure from what.

  His hand glides slowly from my mouth to around my throat holding me firmly, his finger and thumb pressing just under my jaw. A tremor rumbles through my body uncontrollably, and I know he felt it.

  “Afraid of me, baby?” he asks, his voice low and husky and sends a ripple of hot lust through me.

  Yes. No. Yes. Maybe. I don’t reply.

  The arm around my waist tightens as he strokes my chin with his finger and I feel it everywhere.

  “I shouldn’t touch you with these hands, Jo.” It’s barely audible. “The things they’ve done.”

  My eyelids droop as a breath leaves my parted lips.

  I’m sick, perverted, insane because knowing that about him turns me on.

  “They’re not finished yet,” he whispers against my ear.

  God, I hope not. I hope they become stained with his blood. The thought explodes in my mind before I can stop it. Shame washes over me, I turn my head so he can’t see it.

  With his hand at my throat, he turns my face to his again, his gaze tearing right through me, reading my secrets. “But you know that, don’t you?”

  “No,” I lie.

  “He hurt you,” it’s not a question, somehow he knows.

  I thrash again. “Let me go.”

  He holds me more firmly. “No.” His warm breath against my skin sends a tremor through me. “You don’t have to hide from me, I’m not the bad guy.” He pauses as our eyes clash. “Not for you.”

  I don’t answer, I can’t. My eyes tell him the truth but another lie would come out of my mouth. Instead, I repeat, “Let. Go.”

  “No,” he tells me again as the hand around my midsection slides inside the front of my pants. I suck in a sharp breath as he cups my mound, his fingers curving into my slit with my clit caught between them. I feel a rush of heat surge through my body, tinging my cheeks and swelling the nub he’s got captured. He squeezes it between his digits, and I can’t help but react as my knees buckle beneath me. “Now that I have your complete attention…”

  “Asshole.”

  He smirks. He’s so damn beautiful, the sharp lines of his face that could cut me if I let him, that sinful mouth that can wound just as easily as seduce, and those intense eyes that hold me prisoner, I can’t fight him. “Now that I have your attention, I need you to give me something. Anything.” I stare back at him, not moving, not flinching, not backing down from him, or anything he’s going to throw at me. His hand begins to move within the confines of my jeans, and that is the only thing he can do to wear me down. My eyelids dip again as I take a deep breath through my nose.

  “What do you want to know?” I allow him a question.

  Because for everything Hawk is, a killer, a stranger, so many things I don’t even know, he won’t take from me what I won’t give him. That much I’m certain of.

  “What control does Castillo have over you?” his hand glides through my slickness slightly, giving me just enough friction to keep me focused on what he’s doing, and not the thoughts raging inside my mind.

  I tense. I battle with wanting to tell him, and reacting to my initial instinct to fight him.

  “The bar,” I whisper. “He holds a loan my father took out with him for the bar.”

  “I see.” His hand slides back. Just a fingertip rubs my sensitive nub. “How much?”

  My body responds for me and I slide my feet apart an inch. “A hundred and fifty grand.”

  He pinches my clit between two fingers. I stifle a moan.

  This time I ask him a question. “Why are you here?” My eyes are closed as a surge hums through my core.

  “I was sent here.” He slips a finger inside me slowly.

  His touch is magic, black magic, he’s voodoo taking over me. He’s a hypnotic spell I can’t fight; one I don’t want to.

  “Why?” The word comes out as a breath.

  “I’m not sure.” I believe him, but his answer only evokes more questions.

  “By who?” My hips move in sync with his touch.

  “A friend of your fathers,” his back is gone from mine, and I feel the emptiness all over.

  A friend of my fathers?! So many questions are on the tip of my tongue.

  His hand is gone from my throat, then my shirt is yanked from my body.

  I freeze.

  “Get off me,” I hiss and fight against him before his big hand lands between my shoulder blades and pins me roughly against the door.

  “He did this,” his voice is a blade slicing across my skin, tethered only by a thread of control.

  “Let me go,” I try to push him off.

  I want to sob, cry, scream, and fight him. I didn’t want him to see my shame, my humiliation, my mark of ownership. I hate that he sees the brand of my damnation. I want to scream at him to leave me alone, I want to hurt him for judging me, but more than this, I wish I’d never met Hawk because I don’t want any of those things. I count the seconds that pass with every pounding heartbeat inside my chest. An avalanche of emotions wash over me: rage, hurt, degradation. Then I feel his lips land softly on the letters carved into my flesh, FC, burning them away as his touch imprints me with something else.

  Him. Hawk.

  “I’m going to kill him, Jo,” his voice is tight with unleashed fury and rage as he slides his hand from my pants.

  “I don’t need you,” I choke out, barely holding back a sob of shame as I try to push him off me again.

  “No, you don’t. You’ve been doing just fine without me.” He’s opening my pants as I fight against him.

  No, I haven’t. I’ve been dying a little more every day. I don’t say this to him, I’d never tell him or anyone the hell I’ve been living. He’s seen the evidence already. That’s enough to make me hate him.

  “Get off!” I yell.

  His hand clamps against my mouth again as his other arm snakes around my waist. Then he lifts me and carries me to the bedroom, my body twisting in his grip.

  “This goddamn thing between you and me, Jo, it’s gonna kill me,” he throws me on the bed. Before I can move, he’s got both hands on the waist of my pants and is yanking them off. “But I’m taking a piece of you with me.

  Right then, at that moment, I need him like I’ve never needed anyone in my life. He embodies my savior, my protector, my salvation. I need him to breathe, I need him to fill up all those broken spaces inside my soul, I need him to break me so he can put me back together. I need him to destroy me so that I would only exist from this moment on.

  And I know that I’m going to destroy him too.

  My body vibrates with everything ripping through me. I look over my shoulder at Hawk, and his face is a mask of fury. I want him to infect me with it.
I want him to fill me up with it, I need him to inject it into my veins so that will be the only thing that gives me life. He is intense, he’s so much, he’s larger than life, and so much more intimidating. That is the creature inside him, the killer, the weapon, the dangerous man who takes no prisoners. I want him, I want him so bad, it scares me. I try to get away from him, but he grabs me by the ankle and pulls me back.

  “Get off,” I try to kick him.

  “No. I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing, but I do know what I’m doing right now.” His expression morphs to utter control, calm and penetrating. “Fight me, Jo, hit me, scratch my goddamn eyes out.” He flings me over and onto my back. “I want to watch your face, stare into your eyes. I want to be the only fucking thing you see. Tonight, and every minute for the rest of your life.” I watch him, mesmerized by his intensity. There is no uncertainty in his eyes, only precise calculation and complete certainty. Then he jerks my pants off and throws them to the side.

  He steps back, but his gaze never leaves mine, holding me prisoner in his stare. The sound of his zipper sounds loudly in the silence as he drags it down, pulls out his gun, toes his shoes off, and shoves his pants to the floor, then steps out of them as he places the weapon on the floor with them. “I want everything, Jo. All of it,” he pulls his shirt off.

  Jesus Christ! He’s formidable in his intensity, he’s larger than life with his power. He’s got nipple rings, and I’m just now seeing this. I know I’m staring, I can’t stop. The man is so insanely sexy, I can hardly breathe.

  “Don’t give me that crap. You’ve got women like Daisy throwing themselves at you all the time,” I tear my eyes from his exquisitely sculpted body. I resist the temptation to crawl to him and lick the tattoos covering his arms. I fight the need to trail my fingertips and tongue down the V that feeds to his gorgeous cock. I clench my teeth, wishing they were biting his nipples fed through those hoops. I keep myself pinned to the bed as I stare into his face, a delicious combination of fury, sex, danger, and perfection.

  “That is business. You are the ultimate pleasure. I don’t mix business and pleasure, Jo.” He grips his girth, his expression hungry and feral. “On your knees,” he points to the spot in front of him, “and open your mouth.” My eyes widen and my mouth falls open at the command. “I’m going to mark every inch of you, and I want you to watch me as I do.” He points to the spot in front of him again. “On. Your. Knees.”

  My heart is pounding a wild rhythm as my eyes lower to his now fully hard cock, and instantly my mouth salivates anticipating taking him in. My entire body reacts to the image and his words, already feeling him all over me, owning me, erasing everything from my existence before him. He knows, he knows exactly what I need from him, how I need to be destroyed so that I could be put back together. And he’s going to make me beg for it the only way I can. He won’t take it, not yet, not until I give it to him.

  Slowly, I move from the bed, my eyes locked with his, and lower myself to the floor. On my hands and knees I go to him. There’s magic in his eyes, his black magic that weaves his darkness through me, his power and control. I want it all.

  I hope that he can see everything in my own eyes. Can you see what I’m giving you? Will you be what I need you to be? Will you destroy me the way I need you to? Can I trust you with all that I am, to be and do what you say you will? Are you worth all that I’m offering?

  I hear his deep intake of breath as his shaft swells even more in front of me. His intoxicating scent surrounds me, man, sun, earth, leather, and pulls me closer. He reaches a hand out and cups my cheek. “Open, Jo,” he says as he strokes my lower lip with his thumb. His gaze is penetrating and full of reverence.

  I do, I pull the lip he just stroked into my mouth, hungry to taste him, and open for him, ready to have his flavor embedded on my tongue.

  “Fuck, Jo,” he rasps as the wet tip of my tongue barely grazes the smooth flesh of his crown, taking the clear bead of liquid that has already escaped him.

  My entire body roars to life as his flavor explodes inside my mouth, my breasts ache to feel his mouth and hands, my core clenches yearning to be filled by him, and my skin tingles with the memory of his touch.

  This is exactly what I needed, one more claim of his of ownership of me, one more brick gone from my imprisonment. One more layer of the dead girl ripped away from my soul.

  He grips a handful of my hair as my mouth closes around him, owning him just as much as he owns me.

  I suck him deep and draw him all the way to the back of my throat, his steely girth pushing my jaw wide open. I love how his velvet skin feels on my tongue, I love how his potent masculinity tastes, and more than anything, I love the primal sounds he’s making.

  “Goddamn, Jo, so good. So fucking good,” he moans as his hand in my hair starts to move me back and forth on him.

  I feel him get harder and thicker as his body goes taut. “I’m going to come, baby,” he pushes out between clenched teeth.

  I grip the backs of his thighs tighter and suck him harder. I want it, I want every last drop.

  “Fuck, woman,” he growls as he slams to the back of my mouth and empties himself in three warm shots. He pulls my head back with my hair, lifts me by my arms, and slams his mouth against mine, his kiss a ferocious claim he’s not done with me yet.

  He lifts me and drops me on the bed. “I’m going to fuck you raw,” his tone is rough and demanding as he crawls over my body.

  Oh. My. God!

  I’m panting, I’m practically salivating. He’s a nuclear missile aimed straight for me.

  Straddling my legs, he grips my bra with both hands and shreds it from my body. “These tits,” he murmurs as he buries his face in them, sucking, biting, licking. With his hand gripping my breast, he swirls slow torturous circles around the sensitive point with his tongue. Inside I’m screaming for him to flick it, pinch it, twist it, bite it. He does, after he captures it between his teeth. My body arches off the bed, shoving them into his mouth screaming more, more, MORE. He reaches a hand down and cups my sex again. “This pussy, goddamn woman, it’s pure perfection. You so fucking wet.”

  I am, I know I am, I almost came from sucking him off.

  Take it!

  “I thought of your taste constantly,” he growls with the nipple captured by his mouth.

  His lips leave a fiery trail down my stomach, burning into my flesh everywhere they touch me. My body bows off the bed into his touch, the sensations penetrating me to my core. His hands grip the insides of my thighs and spread me wide, his face hovering above me.

  “I own this pussy, Jo,” his breath whispers across my pulsating mound. He raises his gaze to lock with mine. I’m breathing so hard, I’m dying to have him inside me. “Do not take your eyes from me. Understood?” His command is barely audible, but I feel it in every cell of my body.

  “Yes,” I breathe out.

  “Good,” he rasps before lowering his face. When his lips latch onto my clit and suck, I have to hold onto the bed to force my eyes to stay locked on him.

  His tongue is savage, his lips consuming, and his mouth possessing. I don’t know how, but he opens me wider. Lifting my hips, he dips lower and swirls circles around my back entrance. My entire body tenses, immediately triggered by what Frank did. Hawk senses my reaction, but doesn’t stop. He drags his tongue from back to front again and again, teasing my back hole mercilessly, owning that part of me too, until I’m helpless to his onslaught, making me melt from his touch.

  He rises up, his body pressed against one of my legs, his hand holding the other. I want to scream at him, Don’t stop! “You’re mine, Jo,” he strokes a finger through my folds, “from this sweet pussy,” his hand lands on my clit. SLAP. My entire body pulsates from the surge of sensations shooting through me. My insides clench with need as my eyes widen and I hold my breath. My legs jerk, trying to close, but he holds me fast and keeps them spread. “To that wicked mouth of yours,” his tone doesn’t falter. SLAP. SLAP. Two m
ore quick slaps land on my pulsating nub.

  “Tonight, I need to fuck you, Jo. I want it hard and dirty.” He plunges two fingers inside me, twists and rubs that magic spot. I ride his hand as he thrusts into me and instantly I shatter.

  Oh, God, yes!

  Thrusting and twisting, he works me without mercy, keeping me spread open and pinned exactly where he wants me, keeping my climax going on and on. His eyes are glued to what he’s doing to me, mine are fixed on him. He’s pulling everything from inside me with his fingers, my orgasm, my fear, my shame, he’s taking it all. I can’t stop him. I don’t want to. With his fingers curved inside me working his voodoo magic on my sensitive spot, I clamp tightly around him, milking his fingers for all I can. “That’s it, baby, give it to me. Come all over me.” My legs are shaking and my entire body is vibrating. He doesn’t give my head a chance to clear when he wraps an arm around me and guides us to the end of the bed so my ass is at the edge. He stands, bends my knees, then spreads them wide. “Get up on your elbows, I want you to watch. I want you to see my cock sliding in and out of you again and again.”

  I think my heart just imploded.

  Fisting his shaft, he lines his tip at my entrance. “Are you watching? I want your eyes open the whole time. See everything, Jo. I want it burned into your mind and embedded in your skin.”

  My gaze shifts to his eyes, the look in them scorches me to the core. “Yes, I’m watching. Everything.”

  “Good.” He places both hands on each of my knees, holding me in place, then plunges into me all the way the to the hilt. He’s so deep, so hard, so big, I feel him in every part of my body. He growls and tips his head back, holding himself there. My walls grab him, and squeeze him, holding him tightly, not wanting to let him go.