Chapter 40
BLADE
God damn, look at her tits.
My cock strains in my jeans with just one look. A few seconds ago, she stepped out of the bathroom in a small little towel, her hair damp and clinging to her shoulders, tits pushed up.
She saunters over to the bed, almost seductively. Or am I just imagining it because she’s the sexiest girl in the world to me, and everything she does is seductive in my eyes?
But the way she’s putting on lotion, slowly rubbing it over her perfect body, fuck. Even halfway across the room, I can barely contain myself from striding over there and ramming my dick into her full force.
How did I get so lucky to have her?
“Blade, you there?” John’s voice crackles through the phone.
“Mhm… I mean—” I clear my throat. “—yeah, I’m here. What’s up?”
“I have a package that needs to be permanently removed from circulation.”
Amelia’s rubbing lotion over the top of her chest, the towel barely clinging to her, and I can’t fucking take it. I walk over, inhaling the intoxicating scent of roses as l kiss her neck. Her chest rises and falls with each breath, and I slide my finger over the edge of the towel. She doesn’t stop me as I pull it down slightly, exposing her left nipple.
The sight makes me ache, and I instantly want it in my mouth.
“Hello?” John’s distant voice sounds.
Fumbling with my phone, I switch it to speaker and toss it onto the nightstand. “Where’s the package at now?” I ask before bending down to take her nipple into my mouth. I suck hungrily, my hand palming her other breast through the towel. Her breath hitches, and I quickly slap a hand over her mouth when a soft moan escapes.
Little whimpers escape between my fingers when I suck harder, and harder. Getting carried away, before switching to the other nipple to suck.
“Come to my house and I’ll show you where it’s at. Come prepared with your package gear,” John continues.
Amelia knocks over a couple of her lotions from the nightstand with a loud crash. Thinking fast, I mutter into the phone, “Shit, John. Two drunk guys just knocked over something important. Hold on,” and hit mute.
“What’s wrong?”
She shakes her head. “No. You’re not going. I’m not staying here alone.”
“Frankie can—”
“No.” She has a determined look on her face as she crosses her arms. “You’ll be gone for who knows how many days while you run off. I’m not doing that anymore. You want me, you’re going to have me. You can’t just be around me when you want and run off for your job for days without me anymore.”
I don’t know if she realizes it, but her arms, crossed over her chest, push her tits together in the most tempting way. I’m trying to listen to her, but my eyes keep drifting downward. Fuck.
Being around her these past few days without fucking her has turned me into a desperate, horny little bastard.
She’s been recovering from everything that happened a few days ago. She hasn’t even been to her classes.
Should I have gone easier on her? Maybe. But when I saw her kissing that prick, I needed to claim her. To punish her, to worship her, to fucking ruin her—all of it.
Arden is lucky I told him to sit in the living room, knowing she would pull a stunt like she did, or I might have hurt him too.
I sigh and unmute the phone. “I can’t, John. Something came up.”
There’s a pause before his rugged, angry voice splits the silence. “This is your fucking job! Remember our deal.”
Sometimes I want to slit his throat. He’s the only person that can talk to me that way and get away with it, but he always borders the line of me saying fuck it and killing him for it.
“Something urgent came up.”
“What could be more fucking urgent than—”
I hang up with a click. Fuck him. I can’t wait until the old bastard croaks dead so I can take over.
I look over to Amelia and draw in a sharp breath when I notice she’s taken the towel off, now wearing only a pair of lace panties. My frustration is immediately dissipated.
I push her panties to the side, plunging two fingers into her, and she responds with a sharp wince. She’s still sore from a couple of days ago when I held a knife to her throat. That was a sight to see—droplets of ruby red blood falling between her breasts while I shoved my thick cock into her. I don’t think I’ve ever finished that hard in my life, waves and waves of hot cum rippled out from me.
“You know I hate having a messy room. You’re gonna have to pick up every single lotion that you knocked down.” I smack her thigh, and she whimpers and clenches around my fingers. “Now lay back, I want to fuck your glorious tits.”
She does as she’s told, and it makes my dick jump. The way she always listens and likes to listen is intoxicating, it makes my head buzz.
I grab some body oil from the top nightstand drawer, the one she sometimes uses after a shower. The faint scent of jasmine fills the air as the cool oil drizzles over her chest. She shivers at the first contact, her nipples hardening instantly.
I step back and admire her, before returning to the bed and sucking one of her nipples into my mouth. I don’t think I will ever get tired of sucking them, her either because she always pants and writhes when I do.
“Grip your chest,” I instruct. “Squeeze them together for me.”
The sight is almost too much to bear, her cupping her oily chest together, her beautiful face looking up at me. My desire rises, an insistent, pulsing need that shoots straight to my dick and balls. I position myself between her legs, jerking my hips forward as I push my cock into the space between her breasts. The warmth of her skin and the slickness of the oil create an incredible fucking feeling.
I move slowly at first, relishing in the view. Then my pace quickens, my hips almost moving on their own as I lose myself in the sensation.
As soon as I get into it, my phone blows up, back to back to back.
I grunt, half in frustration, half in pleasure. I continue jerking my hips into her tits while I pull up my messaging app and scroll through what I know is John’s messages. He left a few calls and voicemails too but hearing his voice right now would ruin what I’m feeling.
John: After I just did you a favor this is what you do
John: Why are you ignoring me?
John: Ok then I’ll just reverse the favor and tell Amelia that her dad was never in any danger
John: See how long she stays with you after that. I have her number from when she called me
Son of a bitch. He always knows how to use your vulnerabilities against you, and doesn’t give a fuck what destruction he causes with them, as long as he’s getting what he wants.
I replace Amelia’s hands, grabbing both of her boobs in a tight hold, a little angry now, and quicken the pace of my hips. I spit on the area, getting more lubrication. Her skin is soft, smooth, warm, and I can’t tear my eyes away.
“Oh fuck, that feels good. You feel so good.” I grip tighter, probably in a painful hold, and watch as my dick slides in and out of her perfect tits. She responds with a soft moan.
She angles her head up and catches the tip of my cock into her mouth each time it peeks out. “Fuck, Amelia. Keep doing that. I’m close,” I groan. My hips snap up rougher, faster as a building pressure tightens in my stomach.
“Oh—oh fuck, Ughn!” I yell out once hot liquid spurts of my cum pulse out of my dick and onto her face. She holds her mouth wide open and accepts some of it in, but most lands on her neck, face, and upper chest. “Don’t you look so beautiful, painted in my cum.” I smear some around on two of my fingers and shove them down her throat. “My little cum slut. Are you my little cum slut?” She nods and accepts my fingers into her mouth.
God, she’s perfect.
I draw in a breath when I finally release my now sensitive dick from the canal of her titties. I lean down to kiss her and murmur against her lips, “What if you came with me?”
“Huh?”
“You said I can’t leave without you for days at a time anymore, so what if you came with me?”
“Really?” She seems to contemplate in her head.
“We can invite Frankie and Asher, you guys can have a movie night like you always used to while I handle what I need to at John’s. Then you can come with me on the mission and stay in the car, we’ll make it work.”
A small smile spreads across her face. “Okay.”
I press a kiss to her lips. “Together from now on. We’re a package deal.”
She mumbles through the kiss, “Together.”
“I won’t go on so many missions and leave you alone for days anymore. Thank you for voicing your problems with me so I can know what to change for you, angel.” I kiss her once last time.
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“So, what’s so important you had to threaten my relationship for? Oh, and if you do that again, I’m going to slit your fucking throat. I don’t play about my relationship and not you, or anyone else is going to threaten it.”
John’s face flashes with anger at my tone, his expression darkening, but he restrains himself from reacting and I can see the exact moment he decides not to respond to it. Good choice on his part. “Someone’s snooping around, trying to tear the Serpents down. He’s got info that could crumble us from the inside out.”
I raise my eyebrow. “Who?”
“Your father.”
The two words hit me, but I don’t flinch, or show any sign of shock or emotions. Years of training taught me how to mask them. I force a nonchalant shrug, remaining stoic, even though my heart is racing.
“And why exactly should I kill my father for you?”
“Look, do you want to be president one day or not? Because the president puts the group first, even before family, especially lousy drunk family. The strength of the group is the most important thing and I’m not letting anyone alter it, even a little bit. And you can’t be reigned in as president unless you feel the same.”
I’m not killing my dad. Ever since I killed Eli and Jacob came for revenge, I vowed to myself to stop senseless killings, the ones that John says have to be done, without giving any real details why.
It causes too much chaos, not just the life of the person you kill, but it puts the people you love in danger. Anyone can have a friend or spouse or sibling off to the side wanting revenge, and I don’t have time to track down everyone important in the lives of the people I kill. The only people I’ll kill from now on are people who personally wrong me or those who deserve to be killed. Not for random missions because John says so.
But sitting here denying him will only make him suspicious. So, I let out a fake sigh and say, “Okay, fine. The bastard has always had it coming anyway. He was a shit father.”
“I knew you would be sensible in this situation. A true leader.”
As John lays out his plan, I wrack my brain for my own strategy and how I want it to go down. I just need to get specifics on a few details and I think I can make it work.