A FEW YEARS LATER“YEAH, yeah…fuck”I moaned loving the feel of him moving in and out of me while he enjoyed the show like he always had.He let me take over at times and this was one of those times where I sat in his arms, his hands on my back as I bounced my titties off his dick.The bad thing about it is that it didn’t feel half as satisfying like when he had control over everything and he knew that.“Had enough?” he asked, I slapped his cheek.“Fine you win you can take over”He chuckled,“I thought you would never ask”Holding me in place, my head towering his and our eyes locked on each other, he slipped his dick in me again taking control over everything.Then just as fast and rough as he always was, he thrust once in me and I could feel him all the way in my womb, all the way in to my hilt hitting that spot that only he could reach.“That felt good, didn’t it?”“Don’t gloat, just make love to me like how I like it”His thrusts increased, stretching my insides, forcing my walls
FLAMESELEVEN YEARS AGOThe wind howled from both sides accompanied by the gushing torrent that hit us without mercy.I held onto the hope that two years of working in Sam’s docks had toughened me to be a good enough sailor. The rope sinking in my palms, I tugged on it trying my best to hold the mast up. The waves hit our little dinghy harder and harder till I was the one heaving a silent Mary that we somehow made it out alive.“Come on! Work with me! Fucking work with me!” I hollered wiping the dark hair that had stuck to my face faster than barnacles on a shipwrecked boat.We’d barely moved past the tide and if there was one thing Michael Tonelli was good at, was catching strays. Especially strays that tried eloping with his daughter.“We are stuck, aren’t we?”I jerked my gaze to the girl cocooned at the farthest end of the boat. She was right and I hated it.We were stuck.We were in the middle of a storm. Sitting ducks was what we were. Her father without a doubt had already sent
FLAMESPRESENT DAYFUCKING HELL.Russia, I could handle.Taking down cartel lords, that shit got me up in the morning.But this? This was a whole level of bullshit I hated.“At least smile for God’s sake, you are scaring off the ladies”, the annoying fucker next to me quipped making the night even longer than I wanted it to be.I stared at the fucking thousand dollar donation for some type of extinct bird or some shit of the sort wondering how little my life had been reduced to.“How long is this going to take?” I asked Jason barely moving from where our feet had been rooted at since we fucking got here.“The client is some big shot so the way I see it, I’m guessing all night?”Motherfucking fuck.“Hey at least you got me. We could grab a drink or too, enjoy the fuck out of this bullshit”I’d rather fuck a cactus than grab a drink with Jason fucking Bates. He was like the annoying best friend I never asked for. His voice pissed me off, hell his whole life was off.We’d served together
MIA “Don’t test me, Mia. You either get on the bed or I make you. The latter won’t be so pretty”, he declared with so much trepidation that my body shook with fear.Then again when had I never not been scared? This was my life, living in constant fear that the man in front of me would one day end my life at any second.His eyes like a storm brewing so fiercely, he charged forward and I took two steps back. His lush brown hair fell on his forehead as he tugged on his belt trying to do what he’d done to me for years.“You think you can run, huh? Don’t make this hard than it already is”“Than it already is? My life’s a living hell because of you!” I shouted carrying all the emotions I had stashed away since my dear old dad gave me to him.“Little bird has grown a back bone huh? Little birdie has a mouth now”, he mocked and I hated him and his bullshit nickname for me.“This is the last straw, Bryant. You are never going to hurt me again. You are never going to do as much as touch me b
FLAMESELEVEN FUCKING YEARS.I hadn’t seen her in eleven fucking years.Jason smiling smugly as usual gave her a warm look before his gaze fall on me.“The man of the hour”, he mused and I wanted to rip his throat off his mellow body.Blaze who stood next to him had the ever-hard scowl plastered on his face and I thanked the fucker for not talking. If he spoke, the little thread holding me in sheer calmness would snap.“I need the room”, I simply said.Blaze nodded his head in agreement while Jason although, annoying as fuck, left the room too.Soon I was left with her and it sure as hell pissed me off.She’d grown though. Not that pretty but she wasn’t bad. Her bones needed a little bit of meat and her hair needed a comb but otherwise it was her.Fucking Mia Tonelli.The irony of the situation being that I ran here to see her when I had vowed, I’d kill all the Tonellis if I ever laid eyes on them again.Her blue eyes rose to meet mine and I pulled out a chair seating on it.“Why the
MIA“JESUS CHRIST, quit staring”How could I not stare. We were in the confines of a private plane. We were going to some unknown place that the asshole of a man failed to inform me about.I went to him for help but this was not the kind of help I wanted. I wanted a fake id, new documents, something that wouldn’t easily make Bryant find me.“I will if you tell me where we are going”, I said with equal disdain.He hated me. I hated him. I could tell by the instantaneous taps of his big as fuck boots, he would rather have been anywhere but here. Trapped with me.“You’ll know when we get there”He replied so distantly checking his gun for the hundredth time. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say he was planning on how he’d get me to shut up with one bullet.“How long is there?”He snorted placing his gun down on the coffee table and taking another shot of whiskey.“I’m not the one flying the plane, am I?”His replies were as instant as they were lethal. He made no attempt to hide the fact
FLAMESNOT MY CIRCUS, NOT MY FUCKING MONKEYS.Still when the look alike Clark Kent pulled me aside for a talk, I felt a fucking pang of guilt choke me.Elise wouldn’t have wanted this for her sister. I didn’t particularly feel homey towards Mia but I’d lived long enough to know the difference between wounds and scars. And ten years in the Marines had taught me one fucking thing.Wounds healed but scars didn’t. Scars ran so fucking deep they nearly messed you up. And for her? Shit. Whether she had chosen to be with Bryant or not, he was a fucking inhumane bastard that deserved to be rotting away at some city graveyard.It wasn’t just one scar on her arms or her waist. It was a shit ton of them and I had a gravely loose idea why she had panic attacks.Frankly speaking she was strong, no woman I had fucked would endure the ton of shit she’d been subjected to.“Your friend was right, the wound on her abdomen needed some cleaning otherwise she would have had an infection. Her bruises howev
MIAIF HE WASN’T A COMPLETE asshole, the knots tightening in my stomach would ease up.My nerves in disarray, I panicked. The weather for the most part did nothing but haul harder reminding me that in seconds, my leg would be blown to smithereens.“Don’t move”, Andro nudged and my feet really wanted to move.Add in the cold, the life-threatening predicament I was in and I wanted nothing but to turn the other way and run as fast as my weak legs could manage.But running or moving was going to kill me faster than frost bite hit the man in front of me.Kneeling on the thickly covered ground that was snow, I glanced at his back. Watching the muscles at his back contract and expand like pistons working together to get the job done.“Fuck!” he grunted digging into the snow with his bare hands and I winced at his actions.“L-Leave me”, my voice wobbled.I was a goner anyway the minute I stepped foot outside Bryant Knox’s mansion.“No can do, Tonelli. You die, I lose my money”, Flames’ voice