8. Amorette
AMORETTE
A s we dipped toward the pad, Grey and Parker stood off to the side. Parker was busy with his phone, casting glances at us periodically. He looked like he’d rather be anywhere else.
Grey…He had his arms crossed as he watched us with focused intensity. I searched his face for any sign of the fight, and there were plenty. Dark bruising lined his jaw and under one eye, and then some swelling I could make out from here.
I’d wanted to come back to them. Then they found me, or rather Matías gave me up. Either way, I was right back with my hands tied behind my back, unable to leave, unable to have freedom over my own life. Was this what I genuinely wanted?
I wasn’t sure…
The wind whipped through their hair, ruffling their shirts until strips of their toned stomachs flashed us. They didn’t seem bothered by the force or sound of the landing. Grey, at least, seemed impatient for us to land.
My heart fluttered in my chest as I got a good look at him. He seemed fine. Larger than life, really. The bruises were much darker up close, mottling one side of his face around his eye and mouth.
We’d barely landed when Grey was there, opening the door.
He reached in, deftly releasing my seatbelt and plucking the headset off my head.
The dying sound of the engine roared in my ears without the protection, and my nerves rioted in my stomach as I just watched him.
He tossed the headset into Lafe’s lap, grabbed my hips, and lifted me from the helicopter.
“What the hell, Grey!” I squealed as he tossed me over his shoulder, landing a hard swat to my ass. “Ouch, you asshole!”
Another swat as he started us toward the house.
As soon as he turned, I faced Parker, who had his gaze glued to where my ass had been.
Andre and Lafe were coming around to the back of the helicopter, both slowing to a stop.
All three watched us with some level of fascination as Grey turned to the side.
Parker with an amused smirk and a slight shake of his head. Lafe with a furrowed brow, and Andre with an unreadable expression.
“Grey, put me down. I can walk.”
“No,” he grunted when the door bumped his hip. Men prowled through the commons, some stopping to stare. I almost expected them to catcall since most of my ass was hanging out under the cotton shorts, but they didn’t. They lowered their gazes and looked away.
He headed straight toward their residential hall and double-timed his steps to reach his door. I didn’t bother trying to reason with him anymore. Part of me was so extremely happy to feel him. To know he was okay and wasn’t laid up somewhere recovering from shattered bones.
I let myself have a few minutes of dirty pleasure by smoothing my hands down his back. His strong muscles firm under my fingertips. I closed my eyes and reveled in the feel of him.
Then I was airborne and bounced on the bed. He said nothing as his gaze burned through me. We stared at each other, breathing hard.
“Grey,” I whispered.
That was all it took. He stripped me down in record time, growling unintelligibly. Each yank lifted me from the bed and I landed back with a small grunt. He wasn’t gentle. He wasn’t soft or sensual.
There was a pure unbridled need in the way he touched me.
I didn’t have any time to react as he fell to his knees and lifted my ass, bringing my pussy straight to his face.
“Mine,” he groaned and licked a swath from my ass to my clit. I gasped and reached down to slide my fingers through his hair, gripping the strands when he repeated the motion.
I dropped back, pushing my hands through my own hair and pulling to offset the intense pleasure rocketing through me. He tongued my clit, then sucked on it, rising away from my pussy until just a bit of pain registered. Then he released it and dove back down.
It felt like he had eaten me for hours, but it had to only be minutes. Each dig of his fingers into my ass, each bite and nip along the inside of my thighs, drove me insane. He knew exactly when I was close and moved away. Not letting me come.
After another week of constantly being on guard, not knowing when I would be rescued, if I was rescued at all, I needed to come. I needed the release, to let go of everything that had happened since I was taken and live in the moment.
Grey slowly circled his tongue around my clit, the soothing rhythm sending burning sweetness through my core. I gasped as little soft noises escaped my throat. Just when I could feel it, that dark abyss rolling closer, Grey backed off and bit the apex of my thigh, hard.
“Ouch!” I tried to scoot back, but his grip was too much. “What the hell are you doing?” I screamed at him and pulled his hair.
“Teaching you a lesson.” He watched me with dark, blazing green eyes. No, they weren’t green right now. His pupils were so dilated from desire that they nearly looked as black as Parker’s.
“I was taken!” I struggled against his hold, and he bit me again. This time, I thought he drew blood.
“You didn’t fight. Where was my fierce, wicked little love?” He dropped my ass to the bed and pinned me down with a forearm across my stomach. Then he thrust two fingers inside me. “You were in enemy territory. No one but my brothers and me were safe. Yet you let yourself be fucking taken.”
He twisted his fingers hard and curled them against my g-spot. The pleasure competing with the pain hurt so damn good. My eyes rolled back in my head.
I forced myself to focus. This was not my fault. There was nothing I could do. I bucked again and screamed, trying to dislodge his arm. He pulled his fingers out and smacked my clit. I groaned.
“They drugged me. I never saw them.” I groaned as he pushed his fingers back inside, adding a third and fucking me within an inch of my life with his thick, calloused fingers.
“I was worried about you, you fucking bastard! I thought he was going to kill you!” Tears burned my eyes just like the image of him falling to his knees before that man had been branded in my brain.
“Oh no. You don’t get to play that card.
” He fucked me faster, and my core started to light up with white fire.
I held my breath and curled my toes. Needing something to grip, I dug my nails into his forearm.
“I was never going to die. Vicente wouldn’t kill me, and my brothers wouldn’t let that happen either.
They should have fucking stayed with you. ” He bared his teeth in a feral snarl.
“It wasn’t their fault,” I groaned, squeezing my eyes shut. He was punishing me. That was what this was. A punishment.
One I didn’t even know I craved.
“It fucking was. Just like it was your fucking fault. You should have stuck to them like glue. You don’t leave their sight ever fucking again. If I’m not there, you stick to them. They jump, you follow. You’re fucking lucky you weren’t raped and killed!” he roared.
“You’re fucking lucky they saved you! What the fuck is your problem!” I pushed against his chest, but he flipped me over to my stomach. I’d just started to push myself up when he curved his body over mine—his naked body.
His hard cock pressed against the top of my ass as he growled in my ear.
“You know better! Not again, mamí . Not fucking again. The next time you let someone take you, I’ll fuck your ass for days with no relief.
Hell, I might even invite Parker to watch.
Would that make you uncomfortable?” He pressed down on my neck, keeping my face in the covers.
I groaned as vicious heat swept through my body. I didn’t want that. I wasn’t an exhibitionist. What I did with Grey against the glass was as kinky as I’d ever been.
“You like that, don’t you? Your skin is flushed pink, and you're breathing hard. That can be his payback for you getting off to him.” He raised up, smacking my ass.
The sound cracked through the room, and the sensitive skin smarted as he smoothed a hand over it.
“Fuck you, Grey! I’m not a fucking toy!” I braced my hands against the bed to push myself up, but he was too fucking strong.
He lined his cock up with my opening, notching his head just inside, then seated himself fully. I could feel how hot my face got. I whined, embarrassed by how needy it sounded. I didn’t want this, yet I did. The only thing my body seemed capable of was to get him deeper. I pushed back against him.
“You’re my toy, aren’t you, my wicked love? You belong to me. No one is going to take you from us again. I fucking forbid it.” He started to move, and my fingers curled in the blankets from the delicious drag of his cock inside me.
He was slow yet forceful, making sure I understood him completely. “You want to save lives, then fight. Because next time, I’ll handle things my way, and you won’t like all the blood I spill.”
That was the end of our conversation as he pounded into me. The obscene sound of flesh smacking against flesh drove my pleasure higher. But I wanted to see him. I wanted to see the savage beauty of his face as he came. I ached for it.
“I want to see you,” I whimpered, trying to turn my head.
He landed another hit on the side of my ass. “No. This time, this is for me,” he echoed the words he’d said not that long ago.
He picked up speed, hitting that secret spot inside. Once, twice, then twice more. Waves and waves of acute pleasure started at my core and echoed outward. I quaked underneath him, and it wasn’t long until his rhythm staggered and his guttural groans filled the room, eclipsing every other sound.
Grey dropped against my back, our sweat-dampened skin sliding together. He took us to our sides and wrapped his arms around me completely, tucking his knees into the back of mine.
Pressing a kiss against my nape, he nuzzled the spot below my ear. Now he was giving me the sweet attention I had wanted initially. Tears wet my eyes again as I sucked in a breath. He could have died. This could have been a dream if his brothers hadn’t jumped down to save him.