Hawk's Revenge

by N. M. Catalano

  He dips a finger inside me, his eyes still fixed on mine. Then he inserts two. They move in a magical rhythm, twisting and turning, rubbing and dragging, electrifying every nerve ending inside me. He gets that devilish grin when he curves his fingers and rubs me right there. Oh, my God! This man is deadly the way he controls me. That eyebrow arches again. Here? he asks with his stare.

  I shake my head slowly, No.

  Hawk’s nostrils flare as his jaw clenches, the realization hitting him that I want him in a place he’s never had me before. Slipping his fingers from my channel, he grips my hips and flips me over. My heart is pounding and my breathing is coming short and quick. What if he doesn’t want to? What if he doesn’t like this? What if he hates it? Fear begins to sizzle through me. What if I freak out and panic and have a flashback to what Frank did to me?

  Hawk’s fingers press into my flesh, the feeling brings me back to the present. Here with him. Then I feel his lips on my tail bone. The touch sends a ripple straight through me.

  “Every fucking part of you is perfect, Jo. You’re mine, all of you. Every,” his teeth press into one of my cheeks, “single,” then the other, “inch.” He spreads my cheeks, then his tongue lands on my slit and drags its way up to my back entrance. Holy shit! With the pointed tip, he swirls it around the puckered entrance, round and round, then presses it into the tightness.

  Sensations I’ve never felt before start to rumble through me, expanding out in continuous ripples, on and on, endless in their warmth, seeping through me, until the warmth turns into a heat. An all-consuming heat that’s burning for more.

  “Oh, God, Hawk,” I pant. My hips begin to move, swaying into him, searching for more.

  “That’s it, baby,” he growls as he slips a digit into my wetness, getting it nice and slick, as he drags his tongue around my tight hole in hungry circles.

  My hips move more persistently, my need for more, for him, for his thickness, getting stronger.

  He lifts his face from me as his hand glides from my sex, to my rear. “The first moment I saw you, you were mine,” he whispers roughly as his free palm glides over the curve of my ass. He strokes me with both hands, one gliding through the slick lips of my mound, the other over my bare flesh. “You owned me right from then.” The hand on my cheek slips between my thighs and holds me slightly open. “Mine,” he growls as his other hand slaps my sex.

  I suck in a hiss through my teeth as an explosion of decadent sensations rip through me.

  “I tried to stay away,” he continues as he thrusts two fingers inside my pussy.

  Oh, dear God.

  “But I couldn’t,” twist, thrust, twist go his fingers.

  More. Yes, please, just like that!

  “Then I found you in the storeroom,” his fingers are gone. My body tenses as his grip tightens around my thigh. Slap. Slap. On my mound.

  My entire core pulsates.

  OHGODOHGODOHGOD. I’m panting, my insides quivering with intense need.

  “I couldn’t stop,” he growls.

  Three fingers plunge into me.

  Yes! MORE.

  Twist, thrust, twist. I can hear how wet I am as he works me relentlessly.

  He presses against my tightness with one digit as he teases my pussy with another.

  “It’s going to be so good, baby,” I hear him murmur behind me.

  I feel him shift behind me, the pressure never leaving my rear, until he pushes just the crown of his cock into my pussy.

  Yes, yes, yes!

  I thrust into him, but he holds me still, not allowing anymore of his length to enter me.

  “Hawk,” I beg.

  “Not yet baby,” he chuckles darkly.

  I groan in frustration.

  “This is what we want,” his voice has turned rough. Then I feel his finger push deeper into my ass, opening me up, stretching me, and waking up feelings I’ve never experienced before. “This sweet, tight ass has been waiting for me.”

  YES.

  He pulls out slowly, then pushes back in, but never going deeper in my vagina. “Oh, yes…,” I moan, my eyes rolled back in my head.

  He removes his finger, and replaces it with two. The fullness is exquisite, but not enough.

  “Please…,” I moan.

  “Almost, baby,” his voice is tight. The control has got to be killing him, working me, getting me ready, taking his time, stretching me enough to take his thickness. “When I get inside you, I promise, it’s going to be so fucking worth it.”

  Three fingers. I swear I’m almost ready to come, my toes are curled and my entire body is tense as I try to hold it back.

  “Now, baby, I’m going to take you.” He leaves me completely empty. Then I feel the round tip of his cock at my rear entrance. “I’ll go slow, but it will hurt only for a moment.”

  “Please,” I beg again. I want to weep from the need he’s created inside me.

  He presses slowly in. “This is mine,” he growls. “Every single part of you is mine,” he inches deeper.

  “Yes,” I pant, hungry to have him inside me.

  “You and me, baby, that’s all there is, ever was, and always will be,” he growls as he reaches around and rubs my clit.

  He’s possessing me, consuming me completely from within and without, shredding away all the past, and claiming every part of the future. He’s expertly creating a reality where nothing else existed except me and him and this power that has been between us since the moment we met.

  A shooting stab of pain swirls with the ecstasy. I suck in a breath and clench around him. “Oh, no,” he growls, and pinches my clit. That sinfully wonderful pain obliterates the discomfort of his thickness breaching through the tightness inside me, allowing him to push all the way inside and claim me fully. He remains still, allowing me a moment to accommodate him, to let myself settle around him, but he never stops working my clit.

  “So good,” he murmurs as his finger thrums my clit.

  Heat swirls through my insides, burning away all the discomfort. “More,” I whisper as I begin to move.

  He grips my hips and gives me exactly what I want. His length slides deliciously slowly in and out of me, the tightness and the friction is more than I ever thought it could be. I can feel the orgasm building, different, but I know it’s going to be powerful.

  “Hawk,” I moan. My walls are tightening, gripping him harder, pulling him deeper, demanding the sweet release I know is coming. His hips hit my ass with every thrust as his length fills me up again and again. I push back against him, taking what he’s giving, and begging for more.

  “I know, baby, I know,” he grits out.

  I’m so close. Saliva is pooling in my mouth, my body is crying out for release, my skin is tingling from the sensations emanating from within me.

  When he takes my clit between his finger and thumb again, his length dragging in and out of me in slow, demanding thrusts, I shatter around him and come completely undone. I scream out from the intensity that slams through me, it makes my body quake and my limbs go weak. Hawk holds me up with the grip he has on my hips, burying himself inside me. He lets out a primitive sound as he comes long and hard in my depths, and, God only knows how I got this lucky, but I think I love him more.

  I fall to the bed and he follows, pulling me into his body and wrapping me up in his arms. I feel safe, I feel whole, I feel…loved.

  “I think I’ve always loved you. I just had to find you,” his voice is almost tortured, expressing the same feeling that’s exploding inside me. “You saved me.”

  I turn in the circle of his embrace and hold his beautiful face in my hands. “No Hawk,” I whisper with my lips against his. “We saved each other.”

  Our eyes are wide open, staring into each other. He still watches me. Always.

  The ghosts from his past no longer swirl in his eyes. Now, they’re still filled with intensity, but so much love.

  He is my haven, my protector, and my salvation. He is my home, my yesterday, toda
y, and tomorrow.

  He’s mine.

  The End

  Black Ink

  CHAPTER 1

  Gemma

  Desperate. I was absolutely desperate. I only prayed my nervousness wasn’t visible and they couldn’t see me shaking. I needed this job. No one would see me, not until now. I was being punished, black balled, because of something I didn’t do.

  That only made me want to fight harder.

  After Malcolm was arrested, the Feds took everything, seized the bank accounts, my house, the one my money mostly paid for, and took the cars. I lost everything. I was left with only my personal belongings. And a shitload of his debts.

  I couldn’t believe that I had to start from scratch…again. A polished, educated, professional woman, after years of building an impressive reputation, it was all destroyed by one man. My husband.

  Now I have the nerve to come to the man who had suffered the most from my husband’s actions, his extortions and embezzlements, and ask for a position with his company. It was all I could do to sit across from this kid who’d probably just gotten out of college and kiss his ass when I knew I could do his job better than he could, and prove to him, not that I would be the best choice for his assistant, but that I wouldn’t make him look like a fool because he knew he should be mine. The truth is I’m happy to have the opportunity to be here. There is no way I’m going to fuck this up. I would tell him whatever I had to, do whatever I need to do, to be this kids assistant.

  I had to force myself to keep from looking at the imposing figure who had built this empire, Alexander Black, standing in his glass enclosed throne room watching me. I could feel the weight of his stare bearing down on me. I’d never met him personally but I knew everything about him, his ruthlessness, that he grew up bouncing from one foster home to another, had minor scrapes with the law when he was a teenager, and his broken engagement in college from that Texas oil tycoon’s debutante daughter. After that, the only information about him read like a resume’. Until ten years ago when Black Inc. was born. From that point he hurled through the business world like a tornado, consuming everything in his way. If he didn’t take it over, he destroyed it.

  Alexander and Malcolm had begun what was called a merger, which was really a take-over, of Malcom’s software development firm. It was too late by the time Malcom’s Ponzi scheme was revealed and Alexander had lost three million dollars.

  I wasn’t involved with Malcolm’s company, never had been. I worked for a prestigious law firm in mergers and acquisitions. And when the shit had hit the fan with Malcolm, I got hit right between the eyes. I was fired before Forbes magazine released the details and my house was padlocked and surrounded by yellow police tape. My office had been cleaned out and boxes were filled with my personal belongings and were waiting for me downstairs at security the next morning when I entered the lobby.

  I was humiliated.

  Now, here I sit, my spine straight, across from this snot nosed brat, determined to clear my name and prove myself once again. The only way I was going to do that was working for Alexander Black. I had to kick some serious ass to disassociate myself from Malcolm. Alexander Black was the only way I could.

  And he knew it.

  “Let’s cut to the chase, Mrs. Stevens...,” the punk was saying.

  “Gemma. Gemma Trudeau. I’ve never used my married name,” I corrected him unwaveringly.

  Yes, lets, I’m tired of pussy footing around.

  I didn’t get my reputation by being intimidated, my poker face was securely in place.

  “How can you possibly think Mr. Black is going to hire you?” he said smugly as he sat back in his chair.

  “Mr. Davis, Alexander Black is a smart man. I’m good – very good - and he knows it. I would be an asset not only to you, but more so to him.” I was known for being shrewd, sometimes ruthless, but always successful.

  It was simple. I knew it, Alexander Black knew it, this kid was the only one who didn’t.

  The real question is, how is Black going to play?

  I felt his eyes penetrating me through the glass wall across the room. I didn’t flinch under the weight. I lifted my gaze to look directly into those eyes that I knew hadn’t left me while I sat patiently during my time with this newbie who’d, I’m sure, recently finished his internship.

  My breath caught in my throat.

  I’d seen pictures of Alexander Black on occasion but nothing had prepared me for him. The words ‘formidable and hard’ would be how I would have described him, and fucking gorgeous.

  Even from where I sat across the room, he hit me like a freight train and I’m sure my body showed the impact. I could feel the rush surge through me enflaming my face and igniting my every nerve ending. I hadn’t had sex in so long, I thought my vagina had stopped working but it, too, roared to life.

  I could tell he was tall, very tall, with wavy chocolate brown hair a little on the long side, close cut facial hair that was too long to be scruff but not long enough to be a beard and mustache, a perfectly tailored black pinstriped suit with a vest, a crisp grey shirt and pink tie. He had one arm across his broad chest with the other raised as his finger and thumb stroked his jaw. Danger and power. While he studied me.

  I knew the young man across from me was talking as he sat back in his chair. I saw his mouth moving out of my peripheral vision, but I didn’t hear a word he said.

  The world had been sucked into a vacuum of only Black and me.

  He was stunning. Too beautiful for words. His features were strong and chiseled, defined cheekbones, arrogant brow and eyes, square jaw, full, deliciously full lips. His body was not lean but not bulky, well defined, even hidden inside those obviously very expensive clothes. If I had to bet I would say the suit was tailor made Brioni. I should know, I had bought enough of them for Malcolm. His shoulders and chest were broad, his waist lean, and I could tell his legs were not thin within his slacks. I immediately envisioned thick braided, muscular thighs, the kind that a beautiful ass rested above with the cheeks dipping in at narrow hips. My mouth went dry and I had to clench my jaw to keep from licking my lips. The thing that truly took my breath away was the intense savage energy that emanated from him even with the distance separating us.

  I sucked in a breath when a corner of his mouth lifted in a cocky smirk. He lowered the hand that had been at his jaw and reached for the phone at his side and broke our gaze.

  I was relieved to be released from the hold he’d had on me. My eyes returned to Davis sitting across the desk as the sound of his voice was turned on in my ears once again.

  “…are over qualified although, from what I’ve seen on your information, you have an impressive history…,” he was saying.

  Before my mind had a chance to clear, his phone rang. The noise made me jump.

  Shit, what the hell is wrong with you, get a grip.

  “Miles Davis,” he answered it. A pause. His eyes dart to me, his expression shocked. “Yes, Mr. Black, of course.” Another pause, his eyes widen. “Yes sir.” He hangs up. He blinks once. Then again. “Come in tomorrow morning at nine. Tonight you’ll take your first case home with you. Familiarize yourself with the details and be prepared to present how you think we should proceed with it.” He blinks again seeming stunned.

  The familiar adrenaline courses through my system that fuels me each time I begin a new case, preparing me for the kill. It’s always a hunt with me, and I always catch my prey. This time is going to be different as I have to do the legwork, but I find I’m looking forward to it, invigorated by it even. I was back!

  “Absolutely,” I almost purr.

  “Ms. Trudeau.”

  I turn my head to the man standing behind me. From the sound of his voice, he is British, Wales probably, and wearing a bowtie, khakis and a cardigan. His clothes are perfectly pressed.

  “Welcome to Black Inc. I’m Simon, Mr. Black’s assistant. Please follow me, I’ll show you to your desk.”

  “Certainly, thank you.�
�� I rise from my seat in front of Davis and glance back at him. He still has a look of surprise on his face.

  “I’ll bring you the file,” he mutters noncommittally.

  “Thank you, Mr. Davis, I look forward to working with you, I appreciate the opportunity.” I know I have to kiss this guy’s ass even though it hadn’t been his decision to hire me. But if I want to make things pleasant it has to be done. I still can’t help but wonder what Black’s angle is for doing it though, the lawyer in me is sure it’s not only my impressive history. A man didn’t achieve what Black has before the age of forty with playing only one hand in the game.

  I glance at Alexander Black’s office as I follow Simon to a desk in a cubicle that is slightly separate from the others offering it some privacy. The glass has gone smoky making it impossible to see inside his office. In my mind the details beyond the glass spring to life; the modern black polished desk with the wall of windows behind it overlooking Fifth Avenue, the tufted black leather sofas with chrome legs, the matching black polished bar on the side wall with cut crystal decanters on top, a huge conference table with tufted black leather chairs surrounding it, and televisions along the top of the wall facing his desk above the glass. Black’s inner sanctum, where he rules the world.

  Even though I can’t see inside, I know he’s watching me, I can feel him. The sensation makes my heart pound and my palms sweat. A fact which completely throws me off-balance. I never get frazzled.

  But there isn’t anyone like Alexander Black.

  Alexander

  What was a woman like that doing with a scumbag weasel like Malcolm?

  My fingers drum atop my desk as I watch Simon lead her to the desk I specified she would take. I’d picked it because of its location, separate, and I could watch her…closer to me.

  I’d felt the stirrings within me as I studied Gemma Trudeau from the moment she’d stepped inside my building.

  Keep your friends close…and your enemies closer.

  When her resume’ arrived, I’d only smiled. I’d already known everything about her. And had been waiting for it. I’d also known she couldn’t even get an interview anywhere else. She is the plague…but I’m the King of Darkness. I smirk at the fortunate misfortune.