Chapter 11
Prime
The kisses, which seemed very real, and the pretending to be together were killing me.
Zoe was more enthusiastic than I’d ever expected, and she was hot as hell.
Her strong, curvy body fit itself to mine with no room for daylight in between us.
No matter how hard I resisted my body always reacted as any man’s would.
I got hard, hard enough to use my throbbing cock as a damn hammer.
I’d chosen this road and now I was stuck with the consequences.
Once again, for the fourth day in a row, I was stuck in the icy shower jerking off to a memory of Zoe bending over to pick up a tray she’d dropped in the bar.
Visions of her round ass in the air and the tattoo, the exact replica of my own, just above it caused me to harden again immediately after I exploded.
I turned my mind to other things. There was more trouble in my world than Zoe. Aguilar continued to slip through my seeking fingers. We had word he was in Texas, near the border to Mexico. But he moved his location before I was able to get organized and on the road.
The date and location of the human auction was changed for the third time in as many weeks.
It appeared the operators were scared that someone had leaked word to the FBI.
More likely, they knew we were onto them and were trying to figure out how to dig us out of the woodwork.
They wanted to find out who was the spy and kill him.
On top of all that, tonight was the celebration for Flame and Vikki becoming full members of the Serpent Sinners.
I didn’t want trouble to ruin this for them, but I was already aware that Petrov was sending spies to check on Zoe.
Our act was going to require perfection, which meant kissing and intimate touches I didn’t know if I could control.
Just in case I began to pump my cock again. I needed it to be empty and exhausted.
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The music made the entire bar vibrate. Drinks were gulped down as fast as they were poured. Vikki and Flame glowed with excitement. They wore their new cuts with pride. The didn’t need the liquor to get buzzed. They were already as high as a kite on mere happiness.
My smile disappeared and my eyes darkened when I saw the two men hiding in the darkest corner of the bar.
They belonged to Petrov and their steely gazes were bouncing off me and searching for Zoe.
As much as I wished I was able to have Sweet kick their asses and toss them out I knew it wasn’t what was best.
Tonight was for solidifying what Petrov suspected. I tossed back a drink, set the small shot glass on the bar and prepared to put on a show.
Zoe was at the bar standing between Doc and Rod. I strutted up behind her and caressed her ass through the short skirt that barely covered it. A small tremor went through her, nerves or excitement was anybody’s guess, but it wasn’t visible to anyone except me. She was ready to play along.
My arm circled her waist, and she leaned her head back against my shoulder, exposing her neck for the nibble and lick I gave it. My hand slid up to cup her ample breast while hers slipped between us to rub my cock.
Shockwaves of heat shot from both of us.
It burned deep and ended any pretense of fake desire.
The real thing set a course through my veins and turned me into a predator.
My teeth brought a droplet of blood to Zoe’s neck, and she moaned in ecstasy.
Only Doc’s words stopped me from lifting her onto the bar and screwing her blind without a thought to who was watching or what it would do to Zoe.
“Take it down a notch, Boss. You’re going to set us all on fire. You’ve got their attention. Their hands are hovering over their lower backs where I suspect their guns are stowed. Push them any harder and we’re going to have a gun fight on our hands.”
“Dance,” Rod suggested. “It’s safer. If you don’t then they may try to snatch her.”
“We’ll block them if they move,” Doc added.
I unceremoniously dragged her to the dance floor.
It was too small and overcrowded. The music was sensually slow and the words very suggestive, nasty in a way.
The crowd shoved us so close we may as well have been having sex right there, center to center with little clothing between us.
How was this any better? The animal inside me was fighting to be in charge.
I tried to ignore Zoe’s hands which were under my shirt and drifting all over the bare skin she’d discovered. I kissed her in self-defense, hoping to stop the roaming before she reached my sensitive nipples.
Over her shoulder I saw the men’s eyes gleaming with fury.
Slowly I intentionally raised the cut she wore as I’d ordered to show off the tattoo that matched mine.
I felt the gasp the men gave from across the room.
It was bad enough that Zoe had dared to mark her perfect skin, but far more insulting that it was marked with my ownership.
Her value dropped steeply at that moment of recognition.
Just touching the tattoo and knowing she’d done this before she knew me gave me a sense of belonging. In many ways I saw her as mine whether I should or not. Ownership. Yes, that’s what I felt.
Zoe rubbed her center over my crotch, raising her skirt until her thong was against the denim. I valiantly did my best to keep the back of the skirt over her ass as she tossed her head back and I finally got a good look at her face.
“Shit! You’re drunk. Why did you drink so much? Was it because you needed courage to act this way with me?” I stammered.
“No. I needed to be drunk to pretend I did not really want you to take me. Sadly, it is not working. I find I do not give a damn what I am supposed to be anymore. I simply want to be me, do what is right for me. I want it to be you who takes my virginity. Now. Tonight.”
Her voice was slurred with the drink, but every word came clearly to my ears. Breath whooshed out of me. All my blood fled to my cock. It throbbed with longing where it pushed against the now damp area between her legs. She fed the animal without fear of reprisal.
“You don’t mean that. It’s the liquor and the pretense getting to you.
It’s difficult for me to tell the difference too, even though I’m experienced.
Hang on for just a couple of minutes and I’ll get Flame to get you out of here with some dignity left,” I replied with as much control as I could manage.
“I am not as drunk as you think,” she declared. “I am sobering up quickly. Still, I want you to take me. Do you not want me?”
Her icy cold hand went forcefully down the front of my pants and covered my quivering, overheated cock. I cursed as sweat broke out all over me. I ground my teeth together to keep from screaming.
“Hell! Of course I want you! How can I not? The tension between us has been building since we met. You have to stop before I lose all my self-control. Damn it, Zoe! We’re on the fucking dance floor and being watched by your father’s men!”
My words were in vain. She wasn’t listening.
While her right hand continued its exploration inside my jeans her left one cupped my tense cheek.
“See me, really see me, Prime. I am a woman. That is all. I have desires like any other. It is you I desire. Take what I offer. I give you the gift freely. No cost. No strings. Please, do this for me. It is what I want.”
Her lips took mine and she whimpered. I was lost. There was pain mixed with desire in the sound she made.
She needed to be free of the burden she’d carried all her life.
I was the one who could give her that freedom, a gift for both of us.
Right or wrong it was going to happen. I gave in to the frenzied animal fighting to take me over.
Unheeding of the consequences and what was going to be reported to Petrov I carried her in my arms off the dance floor, through the back hallway and up the stairs. My men were doing their jobs because no bullets slammed into me between my shoulder blades.
When Sweet tried to block my way I growled, literally, baring my teeth and daring him to lay a hand on me. He held his hands up in surrender having seen the animal in my eyes and allowed me to pass.
I kicked the door to my room open, bending the hinges. I set her on her feet and closed the now crooked door the best I could. I shoved the dresser in front of it and prayed no one came upstairs for at least an hour, hopefully more.
I faced Zoe. She was trembling.
“Are you frightened?” I asked.
“Of you? No. Of myself? A little. I do not understand what I am feeling. It is more than I have experienced. There is aching, needing, and heat that burns me. Only you have what it takes to ease the burning, to quench it. This much I am sure of; I trust you. This is meant to be,” she confessed.
My clothes stuck to me. I was drenched in sweat from having done everything I could to fight against taking her.
I didn’t have anything left in my arsenal to use against such a selfless offer, one made not only out of desire but a need to be normal.
Zoe needed to just be a woman who was free for the first time in her life, free to give and receive whatever her heart desired.
Her complete trust in me made me weak against my needs.
I placed a hand over her heart and felt it beating hard and fast. She shivered at my touch as I stroked her plump breast with my fingers.
She sucked in a deep breath and held it when my thumb grazed her nipple which was barely hidden under the low neckline of the suede vest she wore.
Her breast seemed to swell beneath my hand.
“I’ve imagined this,” I admitted to her while giving the bow at the bottom of the laced-up vest a tug, releasing the tension so that the vest opened easily to reveal her beautiful, round breasts, pink nipples distended and shining with sweat.
“Are you sure you want to continue. I have enough strength to stop now but I won’t once I suck your breasts. ”
I wasn’t sure whether that was the truth, or a lie meant to calm both of us.
In answer she shrugged the vest off her shoulders and let it drop along with the cut she wore over it. Her hands reached to unzip my jeans, but I held them still against the bulging denim.
“There’s no rush. The first time should be slow and easy,” I explained.
“I do not wish to think, only feel. Fast is better,” she replied.
I shook my head. “Not this time. You said you were giving me a gift. Well, I like to unwrap my gifts slowly and savor every inch I reveal as I go. Let me ease your tension so we can continue at a more sedate pace.”
She appeared puzzled by my words, so I showed her my meaning by ripping off the handkerchief size skirt and the thong beneath it. She stood naked in front of me, shamelessly flaunting her curvy body in such a way that I wished I had kept my mouth shut and screwed her without foreplay.
“My tension is not gone,” she stammered. Her legs were restless, her slim thighs rubbing together to ease her needs.
I swallowed the lump that was choking me and put a hand between her thighs. She exhaled and shivered but widened her stance so I could impale her with two fingers, stretching her narrow opening as I went. She was wet and responsive, riding my fingers and panting as if in heat.
She tossed her head back and clamped down on my fingers, squeezing my hand between her thighs as her core convulsed.
“Yes, this is good. I want to do this with your cock inside me,” she stammered as she came apart.
Trapped I decided to take more. My mouth covered her breast and sucked hard, tugging at her nipple until the spasms inside her began all over again.
I felt her body going limp, so I backed her toward the bed where she fell spread eagled, so I had an excellent view of her swollen, juicy center as the last throb pulsated.
“I must see you,” she whispered breathlessly.
I crossed my arms at my waist, grabbed the bottom of my shirt and dragged it over my head. All my muscles tensed as I fought to keep from climaxing while witnessing the come dripping from her body.
My pants hit the floor in record time. Zoe’s eyes gleamed to see my cock released. It was rock hard, pulsing with each beat of my heart, and had a droplet on its head.
Zoe licked her lips causing me to moan with expectation. I reminded myself that tonight was for her, to set her free. My dreams could wait for another time.
I began at her toes, licking my way up her long legs. I nibbled on her silky thighs. She fisted her hands in my hair trying to pull me upward faster. I smothered a laugh in the space where her leg met her hips. She gasped as my breath fanned over her open center.
I looked up at her face when I finally lapped at the wetness I craved. Her lips opened on a sigh. Her face reddened and her eyes went blank but dark.
I opened her further with trembling fingers and sent my tongue deep into the heat of her. She tasted heavenly and I couldn’t get enough. I sucked and licked until her body released more, then drank until my face was covered.
Slowly I moved upward, circling her belly button before drinking from her breasts.
“You are driving me crazy, Prime. I cannot continue this way, or I shall die,” she pleaded.
I couldn’t take any more of the teasing either. She was as ready for me as she was going to get. I covered her mouth with mine just in case she screamed out in pain, imitating what I was about to do to her with my tongue in her mouth and allowing her to taste herself from my lips.
My cock throbbed at her entrance. She raised her hips, determined to get rid of her virginity as quickly as possible, and I used her wetness to help me glide home, deeper and deeper until I hit the barrier.
She wrapped her legs around me and pushed at the same time I did. The barrier broke and I filled her.
She didn’t scream or cry in pain. It wasn’t in her nature.
She sighed and a kind of relief washed over her expressive face.
I assumed she’d lie still for a moment to allow her body to adjust to the invasion.
Instead, she rocked against me, faster and faster.
She urged me on by grasping my hips and digging her nails into the flesh there, forcing me to pound into her until we both lost ourselves and climaxed together.
At the last moment she bit into my neck and drew blood, marking me with her own version of a brand.