Astrid
I stayed away for four hours. I took my time thinking through everything Mayhem told me, then went through the pros and cons of the situation.
Then I thought about the man he was outside of the enforcer role and how he treated me.
My love for him was also examined. When I was through, I knew what I had to do, and I headed home.
I didn’t bother to tell him I was on my way.
I’d be there before I was due to check in again.
Entering the house, I heard the guys talking. I shamelessly listened until I heard Mayhem make his remark about fucking a bunch of women to forget me. I couldn’t keep eavesdropping.
After getting rid of the others, I listened in astonishment as Mayhem rattled on about me leaving him, ripping out his heart, and continuing to drink to black out.
He denied he’d be able to touch another woman.
When he took another huge drink of his whiskey, I knew I had to put a stop to this.
I went toward him. He was giving me that glass one way or the other.
Mayhem sat there watching my approach. He didn’t move or say anything, but I noted the pain and fear on his face. My God, he meant what he said. If I left him, it would devastate him.
When I reached him, the first thing I did was yank the glass from his hand. A little sloshed onto my hand, but I ignored it. I set the glass down on the end table as far from him as I could make it without walking to the kitchen.
“No more of that shit. I need you to be conscious for this Jamison Alexander Tyrell. Are you listening to me?” I asked gruffly.
“Yeah,” he said dully.
I knew how to wake him up to pay attention. Moving closer, I straddled his legs and sat on his lap, facing him. His body jerked, and his eyes widened.
“W-what are you doing, Astrid?” he asked hoarsely.
“What does it look like?” I countered.
Mayhem’s Adam’s apple bobbed up and down as he swallowed.
Unable to resist, I leaned forward and kissed it.
His body was tense. The kiss made him tense more and shudder.
Pretending I didn’t feel it, I licked the apple then nipped the skin over it with my teeth.
My bite wasn’t hard enough to break the skin.
Mayhem’s hands came up, grabbed my upper arms, and pushed me away from him.
“Stop,” he begged.
“Why?” I countered.
I struggled to break his hold so I could go back. Sitting on his lap, I knew he was hard. His cock pressed into my core. I flexed my hips so I rubbed over him. His groan was deep and tortured.
“You have to stop this right now. I’m about to lose control, Astrid,” he warned.
“And what’ll happen if you do that?” I taunted.
He gave me a slight shake. His face became dark.
“I’ll tear these clothes off you, spread you out on that rug you put in front of the fireplace, and then I’ll make love to you and fuck you until you’re full of my cum and neither of us is capable of moving.
When I get a second wind, I’ll do it again.
I won’t let up until you agree to stay. Just tell me we’re through,” he snarled.
“Let go of my arms,” I demanded. He did as if they were on fire.
I didn’t stand up. Instead, I leaned forward until our faces were mere inches apart. My arms came up to wrap around his neck, while I whispered to him.
“Okay, here it goes. Jamison Tyrell, you’re not getting rid of me that easily.
I’m afraid you’re stuck with me. I love you.
I know the man you are, and that you may have to do things that are scary and even illegal at times, but it’s to protect your family, your neighbors, and your friends.
I’m proud and relieved that there are people like you in the world.
I’m sorry you’ve been so worried. I had to think, baby.
I’m a processor most of the time. I’m staying with you.
” I finished my speech by latching onto his mouth.
For the first fifteen seconds, he remained still. I was beginning to worry when he crushed me to him, and his mouth went insane. We’d had what I considered outstanding kisses before. A slightly drunk and very worried Mayhem put all of those to shame.
As we kissed, we weren’t still. Hands tugged and pushed clothing out of the way.
Before too long, we were out of the chair, and he moved us over to the rug he mentioned.
I was placed on it. I was only in my shorts and panties.
He had his shorts on. Before joining me, he quickly removed his shorts and underwear.
I moaned like I did every time at the sight of his huge, beautiful, and proud cock as it stood at attention. I reached for him.
Mayhem came down to the floor, but at my feet, to remove the last of my clothing. I shoved at my waist, trying to get them off as quickly as possible. My whole body was desperate for him. My hard nipples stood proudly in the air-conditioned room. My pussy was hot and soaked.
Tossing my shorts and panties aside, Mayhem didn’t say a word before he was on his belly between my legs, eating my pussy like he never had before.
He was a starving man. It took no more than a minute for me to orgasm, but he kept going.
I was sobbing, tugging on his hair, and begging him to let me touch him when I was tossed into a second one.
It was longer than the first. I cried out louder, sinking my hand further into his hair. Mayhem grunted as I came.
My body softened and relaxed eventually.
However, I got no reprieve. Instead of him eating me to a third orgasm, Mayhem came to his knees, shoved my thighs open, and lifted my ass onto his thighs.
He held my eyes as he guided his cock to my opening, then pressed inside. As he pushed into me, he finally spoke.
“I fucking love you, Astrid. I’ll make sure you never regret choosing to stay and love me. Christ, you’re insanely hot and tight. I won’t be able to last. Tell me if I get too rough,” he muttered at the moment he bottomed out.
I was about to answer him when he pulled back and then drove his cock inside of me like a battering ram. I wailed, but it wasn’t due to pain. It was a mixture of shock and heavenly pleasure shooting throughout my entire body, but especially in my core.
He stroked in and out like a machine. He chanted my name. I clung to the rug as I was figuratively fucked into the floor. I loved every second of it. I was getting close to coming when he stopped, pulled out, and flipped me onto my stomach. I knew what he wanted. I got up on all fours eagerly.
Mayhem pressed my upper body back down so my chest rested on the soft rug beneath us.
Gripping my hips as if they were handles, he proceeded to jerk me on and off his cock.
God, he felt bigger than ever. As our tortured breath filled the room, and I raced to come, his cock swelled.
I mean, I felt it expand, stretching me even more.
A handful of strokes later, I clenched around him, my whole body tensing as I wailed and released.
I soaked his legs and the rug with my cum.
Mayhem roared like a triumphant bear and thrust three or four more times, then slammed to the hilt, stayed there, and jerked as he bellowed my name and filled me full of his warm cum.
We kept coming, a mutual orgasm tied to the final bonding of our hearts, souls, bodies, and minds into one.
It was incredible and indescribable. I knew I’d made the best and only choice for me. I remained Mayhem’s Fury.