Lethal

by Robbins, Cassandra

  It’s rage.

  I’m taking away her power, sucking the last bit of her independence because after tonight, Eve will be tied to me body and soul. Bursting through the door, I bypass the kitchen and head straight for my bedroom where I throw her on my king-size bed.

  She scrambles back like a caged beast and licks her lips. Her eyes darts around the room, which is nothing but large glass windows and the bright lights of LA at night.

  “Strip,” I growl as I jerk off my vest and pull off my shirt. She’s panting and on her knees as if she’s looking for an escape.

  “I said strip. So help me, Eve, if you make me do it, tonight will be a nightmare you will never forget.” Her eyes swing to mine and she must see I’m dead serious. She hesitates as if she’s actually going to test me. Then she reaches for the bottom of her dress and pulls it gracefully over her curves. Her body has gone from too skinny to awe-inspiring. Now that Amy forces her to eat nothing but organic meals at least three times a day, she has curves. She’s glowing with health, her stomach flat, waist small, yet her fucking tits have grown. Reaching down, I unbutton my jeans and kick them off.

  “Come here and kneel.” She hesitates then moves quickly, lowering herself back on her heels until she’s eye level with my leaking cock. I reach down and roughly pinch her rock-hard, dusty rose nipples and she lets out a small whimper. Like the addict I am, I fill myself up with my medicine. My hands cup and roughly fondle her breasts and I almost grab her hair and lift her so that I can suck on them, but I’ll suck later.

  “Open.” Her eyes flash blue fire and I reach for her hair and jerk her angrily forward.

  “Make it good, Eve, if you don’t want someone else’s lips wrapped around my cock,” I snarl as I shove myself into her mouth. My unapologetic anger and frustration make me thrust deeper as I hear her gag. “Fuck that feels good,” I grunt as I loosen my grip slightly. After all, she does need to breathe. She surprises me by opening her mouth wider. “That’s it, Angel, breathe through your nose.” Aggravated, I wonder if that sounded encouraging rather than demanding.

  She reaches up and cups my hard balls, and I hiss as she starts to lick and suck forcefully on my tip. Pleasure at seeing her blond head and puffy lips wrap around my cock makes me breathe loudly. Pleasure zings through my entire body—I even feel it in my toes. As I let my gypsy pleasure me, her legs rub together and the flush across her chest tells me she’s aroused. I wrap my hand tight in her hair and jerk her off me with a pop.

  “You’re going to deep throat me and then I’m going to come.” Before she can respond I shove my shaft down her throat and she gags again. “Jesus… yeah.” Holding her tightly, I move her head up and down as my body tenses with pleasure. Without taking my eyes off her, I watch her mouth, transfixed.

  “I’m going to come and not one drop better leak out of these lips.” I grunt and let up a little. Her eyes are oozing tears, but I’m not sure if she’s crying or if it’s her gag reflex. One more deep thrust and my balls tighten along with my stomach muscles as I groan out her name in agonizing pleasure. I don’t blink as I watch her neck move and she swallows every single drop. And my body and mind start to calm. Gently, she pulls back and looks up at me and I have never seen her look more magnificent. She’s flushed; her lips are ridiculously red and swollen, and her eyes are at war. Whether it’s with me or with herself, I don’t care. I lift her up and carry her to the bed. She lies back and my eyes take in all that’s mine.

  “This body”—I reach my hand over her full breast—“is mine. You will listen, you will submit. And if you ever tell me to fuck off again…” She leaps from the bed.

  “Jason, I don’t feel good.” Her flushed cheeks are suddenly pale.

  “Jason…” Her eyes plead and I literally pick her up and take her to the bathroom.

  “Christ, Angel.” I lean her head over the toilet as she dry heaves.

  “You’re kidding me.” I snarl but gently hold her hair and wrap my arm around her waist to steady her as she clings to me.

  “I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” She looks up and for the first time since she told me to fuck off, I have that god damn flutter again and wonder if I’m losing my mind. A moan and “Oh God” snap me back to her as her body unloads this time. She pukes up her dinner in pitiful, heaving gasps.

  “I got you, baby.” I caress her back, now sweaty from the effort. She finally stops and her thin hand flushes the toilet. My Angel sinks back into my arms, and her perspired head rests on my chest as I hold her from behind.

  “Better?” I kiss her temple.

  She nods, then turns and wraps her arms around me and cries. This is not the first time I’ve made Eve cry and I’m positive it’s not the last. But it’s the first time I’m worried about her. I hold her tight as I start the shower. “Come on, babe, step out of your panties.” I manage to detach myself enough to pull them down because Eve is like a rag doll. I gently bring her in with me and hold her as she continues to hiccup and cry. I cup her cheeks and make her look at me, my back facing the water. She blinks and shudders in some air. Both of us are caught in the steam and energy that is us. I rub my thumbs over her lips and back her up to the wall.

  The hot water beats down on us. I take the soap and start to lather her as she leans against the pearly white-and-black-checkered tile and I wash her. Reaching for my toothbrush and loading it up with toothpaste, I hand it to her unable to avert my eyes from her boobs as they move with her brushing. My thumb rubs one nipple. Her breasts are definitely fuller. I take the toothbrush from her and put it back in the caddy that holds all the soap and shampoo. I do a quick wash of myself and reach for a fluffy white towel as I turn off the water. Wrapping her up, I carry her back to my bed and sit down with her. I pull open the towel and look at her, like really look at her.

  “You told me you can’t get pregnant, so why are you throwing up?”

  She sits up and frowns. “You shoved your cock down my throat, not to mention, I swallowed a shitload of come and you’re wondering why I threw up?”

  Relief surges through me, which is pathetic. If I was normal, I’d be insulted that she got sick off my jizz, but the alternative—being pregnant—is not one I can handle.

  “So, there’s no way? I have nothing to worry about?”

  She climbs under my sheets with quick jerky movements. “Only if you are God and I’m Mary because I already told you I can’t get pregnant!” Her voice trembles and I’ve had enough drama tonight.

  “Good.” I reach over and turn off the light and slide into bed pulling Eve’s warm body next to mine.

  EVE

  I wake to large windows and the most peaceful view I have ever seen. Blinking, I take in my environment, my mind still fuzzy from deep sleep. The sound of the shower must have woken me. Steam and spice waft out of the cracked bathroom door. I snuggle into the comforter and wonder how I ever survived sleeping on the floor with a rat-infested mattress for eighteen years. It seems almost like a dream. I’ve started to block out the bad smells and years of dirt and cramped living in that beat-up trailer. Only my dad cared for me. He tried even though I had nothing unless I stole it. The water turns off and I blink. It brings everything into focus. From what I can see all the walls are white with nothing on them. I barely move as I take a hesitant swallow. Nausea makes my mouth water and I close my eyes and try to breathe through it. I can’t throw up. Jason will know I’m sick.

  Don’t throw up, don’t throw up, you’re so close, I chant in my head as I breathe in Jason’s spicy scent. For some weird reason, over the last couple of weeks it calms my stomach when nothing else does. Opening my eyes, I look out the windows and exhale. Nothing but green trees and brush cover the hillside all the way down to what I’m guessing is the Valley.

  Jason’s house has a view that I can’t help think people have to pay a lot of money to see.

  “God,” I mumble as I remember last night. I’m pissed at myself for thinking he was going to propose to me. Inst
ead he wants me to wear his stupid vest and be his whore.

  Un. Fucking. Believable.

  The need for him to love me, cherish me has become my goal. Call it never having any stability in my life, and Jason provides that.

  None of this is enough. Having him admit that I’m his and he’s never letting me go is cheap without a rock on my finger. Sighing I throw a hand over my eyes as I try to reason with myself. I’m obsessed with him, but that doesn’t mean he feels the same way. I mean, what the hell? I hate how they call their women ole ladies! That’s not me. Now if I could feel better, I’d be able to do more to entice him. Instead all I want is for him to come out of the shower and hold me and tell me he loves me.

  Groaning, I swallow back the bile. I’m so stupid! Stupid, stupid girl.

  “You okay, Angel?”

  Caught up in the pity rant in my head, I drop my hand almost screaming. “Yes,” I whisper swallowing and trying not to bolt to the toilet.

  He stands, glistening wet with a white towel wrapped low around his waist.

  “You’re so hot.” It comes out raspy, and his eyes change.

  He grins. “You going to be a good girl today?” And his words go straight to my wet core. God, I’m pathetic, but fuck it—I need him to fuck me.

  “Yes.” I nod and pull the sheet down so he can see my breasts. I can’t help but bite my lip to stop smiling as his cock swells and the white towel moves along with it.

  He lets the towel drop to the floor, his green eyes like emeralds as he stands in all his six-foot-four Greek god glory.

  I lick my lips. He is truly magnificent. I want him and intend to have him. My legs rub together and I’m flushed all over. Maybe I’m dying? He hasn’t even touched me and I’m feverish.

  “Jason…” I’m breathless.

  He puts a knee on the bed as he stalks me. And all I can think is I love this man, want him, need him.

  “Yes, baby? Tell me what you need.” He leans over me and my body heat bounces off his. We melt together.

  “You. I need you.”

  Again he grins. “Open your legs. Let’s see how much.”

  I don’t even hesitate. He leans back and all I hear is my harsh breathing. His nostrils flare and he looks at me. Time stops. I’m captured, ensnared by the fierce want, maybe even need in his gaze.

  “What do we have here, Angel?” His thumb brushes my sensitive clit and I moan loudly.

  “Fuck, look at you—you’re slick and wet.” He gently rubs my swollen bud. “Yeah… Angel I love how your cunt drips for me when I haven’t even touched it yet.”

  “Oh God,” I groan as he inserts two fingers. At his hiss, I reach for him, our lips seeking each other’s as he attacks my mouth with his strong tongue. His thick erection stands proudly by his stomach and I grab for its velvety hardness and pump it like he’s taught me.

  “So good, baby.” He latches onto my neck and sucks, his hand pumping and rubbing.

  “Holy shit… Jason,” I scream, ‘literally scream’ as I come so hard the wetness pours out.

  “Yeah that’s it.” He rubs it all over my swollen clit. I must have dropped his cock because I’m clinging to his wrist as my body jerks.

  “Who owns this body?” He kisses me almost gently as he removes his fingers.

  “You,” I breathe out as his hand fondles my breast. His eyes turn darker as he watches me. His fingers pinch my nipple and I hiss and moan.

  “They’re sore aren’t they?” His eyes search my face, causing me to shiver as adrenaline spikes through my head all the way to my throbbing clit.

  “They’re sensitive.”

  He leans down and takes my bottom lip to suck as his hand massages my tender breast.

  “I need to suck on these ripe titties,” he says, lowering his head so his tongue and teeth can tease one of my hard nipples while his other hand rubs and squeezes the other. I almost scream again when he starts sucking on the nipple almost as if he thinks he’s going to milk it and the pain slash pleasure makes my core contract.

  “They’re full, red, and juicy.” He reaches for the other one to suck on. “Are you ever going to sass me again?”

  “No,” I rasp as he takes his thick cock in his hand and starts to rub it up and down my slit. A growl of pleasure flows through me as I drop my hands with a loud thump and grab ahold of the sheet, arching my hips.

  “Spread your legs, Angel,” he demands and I do.

  “Watch,” he says and I look down at my legs spread open and his beautiful hard mushroomed head rubbing my bud.

  His eyes are slits, pleasure all over his beautiful face as he rubs my plump clit with his tip.

  “Jason… I’m going to come again,” I whimper as my core starts to pulse and I shut my eyes as the pleasure makes my heart skip.

  “Eve?” Jason is staring at me as I open my eyes to his beautiful face.

  And instead of answering him with “what” I say, “I love you.”

  His eyes darken and a ghost of a smile is on his lips as he lifts my legs and lines up his rock-hard cock. Slowly he thrusts into me.

  “Oh my God,” I cry out and arch my back off the bed. He is so huge and I love everything about the way he makes me feel.

  “Say it—I want to hear it and see your face while I’m inside you.” He’s so strong and terrifyingly powerful I don’t hesitate.

  “I love you, I’m yours.” I stare at him as he moves inside me and our eyes meet.

  “That’s right, Angel. I’ll kill anyone who touches you,” he grunts into my mouth, our bodies moving together like a composer with his music.

  “I know.”

  “You better.” His kisses are so rough I’m positive my lips will be puffy for days. I cling to him tightly as our tongues tangle and I quiver.

  “Touch yourself. I want you coming when I shoot my seed inside you.”

  I reach down and moan at how swollen my clit is as I circle it.

  “That’s it, Angel. Get all that slick wetness and rub your clit while I fuck you.” My core clenches on his cock and together we come. My fingernails grind into his back as I hear, “Fuck” and he jerks filling me up with his hot semen.

  He lowers his forehead to mine, his face almost pained as I try to catch my breath. Never feeling so free, I sigh and wrap my arms tighter around him. Gone is my sickness. It’s only Jason and me.

  “Angel, look at me.” He kisses the side of my mouth as he pulls out yet keeps me caged in. I’m still catching my breath as I lock eyes with him.

  “When was your last period?”

  “What?” I whisper.

  “When was it?” He rubs his nose with mine and all of a sudden, I know he knows.

  I push for him to get away from me. He takes my hands and holds them on top of my head. “Take a shower. I have a doctor coming in an hour.” He releases me and gets up.

  “A month ago,” I lie. It sounds desperate and guilty. After a deep breath, I say, “I had my period a month ago,” pulling the sheet up around me.

  “Then we have nothing to worry about.” He reaches for his cigarettes watching me as he lights up. I have to turn my head. Smoke makes me sick.

  “You’re wasting your money,” I snip, almost choking on my words. My mind spins but at this second, my main priority is not puking again. “I’m not pregnant, but… I may be sick.” I cover my mouth fighting back the gag that is threatening. He inhales deeply and looks down at me. “Let’s hear it, Angel. Tell me how you’re sick.”

  I inch back until I feel the cool metal of the headboard. Reaching for one of the pillows like it can shield me, he inhales and blows smoke out and I close my eyes.

  “What? Don’t like the smell of it, do you?” His smoky hand grabs my chin. “Speak. I want to hear what you think you have. I mean that’s only fair, right? After all, I’m the one who’s going to foot the bill. Tell me.” He rubs his thumb across my lips, back and forth almost like he’s pulling it out of me.

  “I… think I might have cancer.”
My eyes fill with tears. He drops his hand and runs his other through his hair as he takes a deep drag and moves to the ashtray sitting on the windowsill. I watch almost trancelike as his long, muscular legs and ass move. He’s so perfect it’s almost not fair. God, he’s even been blessed with a thick, giant penis.

  “Cancer?” he says slowly, smoke escaping his mouth as he blows it out. “Cancer?” It’s as if he’s testing the word. “Huh… I guess it’s a good thing that I have doctors ready and willing to make house calls. You should have told me earlier, Angel. Cancer is nothing to fool around with.” He’s using that tone that I hate. It’s the tone he uses with people he’s getting ready to demolish.

  Swallowing, I look around and try not to panic.

  “Go take a shower. The sooner we get this out in the open, the sooner we can move on.” He jerks open a drawer and pulls on some dark jeans. His chest still glistens with drops of moisture from the shower and I stare wide-eyed at his tattoo. The wings reach from one shoulder to the other, the long blade almost piercing his solid, ripped eight-pack. My face heats up as I realize he’s talking and I have completely zoned out. Admiring his body and face is so much better than my reality.

  “Go, Eve.” I jump up. His eyes follow me as I walk to the bathroom. His room is big and airy. Almost cold-looking, it barely has any furniture; its only warmth is the sunlight that fills the large windows leading to the view. Two large doors look like the opening to a wooden deck. This place is incredible. Why would he not fill it up and live here? I shut the bathroom door and look around. It’s white and spotless. I thought the clubhouse was clean, but this bathroom puts it to shame. The tile is white except for the shower, which looks to be black-and-white tile. The towels are large and so snowy white I almost don’t want to mess them up. Jason’s used towel is on the floor. The smell of fresh spice lingers in the air.

  Tentatively I use the toilet and notice the hardware is bronze. With a turn of the faucet, I almost jump back as the shower releases a sudden blast and water jets out at me. I step in and close my eyes, terrified. If this turns out bad, my father and I might be fucked. Absently I realize that I have completely become dependent on Jason. He’s made it so that I am. Taking my time, I let the hot water caress me as I try to think.