Chapter 15
N avarro
Controlling.
Yes, I refused to take a backseat to anyone. Even my relationship with Jago hadn’t interfered with my autonomy. Jago was my boss, but allowed me the freedom to handle business my way.
Control had served me well over the years including keeping me alive.
I’d been called a man of great need dozens of times in my life.
Sex.
Drugs.
Violence.
Bloodshed.
Few people truly knew me, my requirements or desires. They assumed since the Torres Empire excelled in running both legal and illegal activities that I enjoyed the perks of both wealth and opulence, white powder my usual kick back and relax activity.
Along with what most would call vicious acts of sin.
The truth was that I wanted nothing to do with the party scene, preferring to spend nights exercising or reading. Maybe some would consider the activities boring, but I was finished with ignoring the beauty of silence.
Had I been reckless in my youth? Well, fuck, yes. With the jarring end to my adolescence, I was fucking lucky I wasn’t in some foreign prison or rotting in a shallow grave somewhere. Suddenly, I’d grown bored of late nights, too much booze and women whose names I couldn’t remember.
And I hadn’t cared.
There was no drastic event that had altered my way of thinking and my life.
Just time. I’d learned solitude was often my best medicine, being completely alone without any outside interference keeping the demons resting.
Without the time, my penchant for violence would have escalated into a series of decisions I would have never recovered from.
The spark I’d felt around her at the club had increased, now becoming uncontrollable. It felt as if I couldn’t breathe without her in my airspace, couldn’t think without her hand on my arm. The concept was nothing like I’d ever experienced before.
I’d fuck her into exhaustion and maybe I’d rid myself of this insanity.
As I twisted my hand in Fallon’s long hair, enjoying the silky strands running through my fingers and the electricity coursing through my veins, the thoughts seemed an ugly memory.
Or perhaps the real truth was that vague but distinguished memories had awakened something dark and ugly inside of me. The beast was crawling at the surface, awakening for the first time in almost two decades.
Why?
Because of her, the stunning Amazon who still refused to obey a single command. I’d wanted to punish her and had, yet even that hadn’t been enough. The searing touch of her soft skin created a wave of sensations, but not enough to satisfy the hunger. I needed all of her.
Her surrender.
Her compliance.
Her attention.
Her loyalty.
Her trust.
And perhaps her heart. Her fucking heart.
Exhaling, I pulled my cock from her throbbing pussy, rubbing the tip up and down the crack of her ass. She shifted her hips back and forth, her rapid breathing not nearly as labored as mine. Yet what my body was going through wasn’t about exertion from the lack of exercise. Quite the opposite.
I was floating on a rush of adrenaline, a zing of excitement, and a lust so intense my lungs and heart were constricted.
Because of her.
My raw emotions and the constant state of arousal were all because of her. I closed my eyes and drove my cock back into her hot pussy once again.
Her moans were sweet music, her subtle cries a reminder that this man wanted to own her. After only roughly twelve hours. How the fuck had this happened?
Somewhere deep inside I knew the answer even if I wasn’t ready to face the truth.
As she panted, I developed a rhythm, fucking her long and hard while I dug the fingers of one hand into her hip.
Her muscles expanded to accept my thickness, yet they also clamped around my shaft, drawing me in even deeper.
She was fucking wet, so hot that beads of sweat had already formed across my forehead.
I was used to women succumbing or even begging me to indulge in heinous activities, including using their bodies as punching bags.
I’d enjoyed acts of kink from time to time and had to admit, the moment I’d slapped a handcuff on Fallon’s wrist, the darkness deep within almost spiraled out of control.
Yet it was the unfathomable need to protect her that kept me from acting on my most indulgent fantasies.
To this point.
I sucked in my breath as I continued fucking her, enjoying the way the stream of early morning sunlight highlighted her beautiful skin.
“Oh,” she moaned, bringing me down from a set of rafters. I’d given her two orgasms so far. That wasn’t enough. I needed her exhausted and satisfied, yet yearning for more.
Fallon clawed at the bedding and with her head turned slightly, I could easily see and enjoy the way her long lashes were skimming across her cheeks. Her eyes were half closed and her mouth was partially open. She appeared even more beautiful than before.
If that was possible.
I cracked my hand against her still heated bottom, the colors from the stern spanking lingering. As her face flushed, another wave of darkness stirred from deep within.
She met every brutal thrust with one of her own, amplifying the sound of my balls smacking against her. Maybe she still considered me a monster. That was fine by me.
As long as she also realized I was her master.
A smile lingered across my lips as her body stiffened. Goddamn, the woman was stunning in the throes of passion. Her moans escalated and within seconds, her entire body was shuddering. I refused to stop, driving my cock in with enough force her body was pitched forward.
The single sharp cry she issued was cut off when she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth. I remained mesmerized as the wave of ecstasy slowly began to slide away. With my muscles stiff, I realized my control would soon fade.
Every soft whisper of her lips enthralled me. I brushed my fingers down her spine, marveling at the muscles in her back and the sweet freckles that floated across her skin.
Just like her nose. She tried to cover them up with makeup. Did she honestly believe they weren’t attractive? They were sexy as hell, distinguishing her from every other generic woman I’d experienced in my life.
Before I pulled my cock free of her sweet heat, I shifted my hand, wrapping it around her waist and holding her in position.
“What are you doing?” she whispered.
“Anything I want.” I rolled the tip of my cock across one reddened butt cheek before pressing my cockhead against her dark hole.
As expected, she stiffened. Even her fingers were white knuckled as they wrapped around the bedding. She tugged on it relentlessly. Now that she was able to toss her head from side to side, she gave me an incredible show of her hair shimmering in the sunlight.
I pressed the tip just inside and she threw her head back, scattering strands of her hair across my face. The effect was almost as stimulating as the way her body moved and shuddered to my touch.
While there wasn’t a soul alive who would consider me gentle or tender, I couldn’t stand the thought of hurting her.
At least not like this.
I moved slowly, pushing in an inch at a time until I hit the ring of muscle. She sucked in her breath, her back heaving from her rapid breaths.
My entire body was shaking from another rush of adrenaline, but my control was slipping once again. I finished thrusting the remainder inside her asshole and flicked my finger across her taut nipple.
She moaned, her hardened bud obviously sensitive. I twisted the tender tissue as I pulled my dick so only the tip was inside. When I thrust into her again, she let out an intense cry.
“Fuck. You are… So huge,” she whispered and I tweaked her other nipple.
“My cock fits you perfectly.” I don’t know why I made the announcement. Even though I’d enjoy keeping her as a possession, a toy on the shelf to take down and play with from time to time, we weren’t destined to stride into forever arm and arm.
She’d eventually find a way of killing me even if we’d experienced some past incident.
But I could enjoy the thought of locking her in a cage or keeping her on a collar and leash as long as it was possible.
Besides, she would look beautiful wearing a studded collar.
Rubies, not diamonds. The vivid color would be a perfect accent to her dazzling hair.
I thrust inside again, using more force this time. We were both pitched forward and she rested her cheek against the bed. With her breath still labored, I leaned over, pressing kisses against her bare shoulder.
Her eyelids fluttered to life and the slight smile shifted into a smirk. If she had the chance, I had a feeling she’d enjoy a rousing round of sex then drive a blade into my heart. Better yet, she’d carve a ragged hole and rip the muscle out with her bare hand.
The thought kept me smiling as I continued fucking her, the long and even plunges accentuated with sounds of skin against skin.
Only her heavy panting brought me down from my glorious daydream. Pulling back, I gripped both her hips, holding her in place as I fucked like some crazed animal.
Around her, it seemed the total control I’d had in my life like a suit of steel armor was slipping. Because of her or in spite of her? The answer wasn’t clear.
I continued fucking her for as long as my body would tolerate. She’d be raw and tender, her bottom sore for hours. The thought was a final push and I had no desire to hold on any longer.
With my fingers digging into her skin, I erupted deep inside.
The only thing missing was an ass plug. My beautiful guest should be required to remain filled with my cum for the rest of the day.
As the thought lingered in my mind, I pulled her down with me, wrapping one leg around hers and jerking up the covers. While sleep wasn’t possible, enjoying the scent we shared would be the indulgence I needed.
Then we would have a long conversation. If she didn’t provide the truth, my lovely Fallon would get her first taste of true punishment.
Maybe the brutal thought, not something rare in my world, was the very reason I’d spent over twenty years alone.
Entirely alone.