26. Marcus
W aking up with Chloe in my arms the next morning felt like a dream. Although she’s been sleeping with me every night since our first time, it feels different now that everyone knows.
What we’re doing isn’t secret or forbidden anymore, it’s out in the open. I know Chloe was worried I’d lose interest when the danger element was gone.
She thought I enjoyed sneaking around, being with someone who I wasn’t supposed to be, breaking the rules, but that couldn’t be further from the truth.
If anything, worrying about all of those things made it more stressful. Having to choose between the woman I was falling for and the role I’ve been training for my whole life—not to mention possibly starting a war with my best friend and her family at the same time—was terrifying.
I didn’t think, no matter which option I chose, there’d be a good outcome. Yet here we are.
Today feels different, like the first day of the rest of our lives, and I intend to start it with a bang.
As Chloe sleeps beside me, her head resting on my chest, her leg thrown over mine, I keep my arm wrapped around her, despite having lost feeling in it a while ago. With my free hand, I grab my phone and send a text to Miles.
MARCUS
Are we all set?
MILES
Yes, I sent you the address.
MARCUS
Good. I’m very excited.
MILES
Jacob has just arrived. It’ll take all of my effort to hold him back, so don’t take too long.
MARCUS
Why is he there so early?
MILES
Excitement. It’s been a while since I’ve seen him look forward to something this much.
MARCUS
I have to admit, I can’t wait.
MILES
Well…get here quicker then.
MARCUS
Can’t. Chloe is still asleep.
MILES
You’ve become such a sap. Why do you have to wait for her to get up?
MARCUS
She’s asleep on me and I’m not waking her. Besides, I’m not missing out on morning sex because you and Jake are impatient.
MILES
I don’t need to hear about your sex life.
MARCUS
You’re just jealous because you don’t currently have a sex life. Tell me…has your virginity grown back yet?
MILES
Fuck off, arsehole. Don’t make me trigger the security alarm in the house to wake Chloe up.
MARCUS
Don’t you fucking dare.
MILES
Then grow a pair and get here soon!
I throw the phone down with a huff, not wanting to argue with my friend anymore. I hear it vibrate twice, and I feel sure without looking that Jacob has started texting too.
I’m not sure I like this new-found friendship they have going on, particularly when they gang up on me.
Chloe shuffles beneath me, blinking a couple of times before she opens her eyes fully, a bright smile on her face as she looks up at me.
“Morning,” she says, her voice thick with sleep.
I lean down and press a kiss to her forehead. “Morning, love. I didn’t wake you, did I?”
“No, but you could have.” She looks at her watch, before glancing back at me, apprehension on her face. “Don’t you have somewhere you need to be right now?”
“I do, but it can wait. I like waking up with you,” I tell her, this time capturing her lips for a kiss.
Before I know it, she’s sitting on my lap, straddling my thighs as we kiss. I know she can feel me growing harder the longer she rocks against me. Her naked pussy rubs against my growing length, and I groan when I feel how wet she is.
As I press kisses over her cheeks and neck, I reach down and slide my fingers between us, dragging one through her slit.
“You’re so fucking wet, Mio,” I tell her, my voice sounding breathy.
“I’m ready,” she whispers, rocking against me, coating my dick with her juices.
She lifts up slightly and reaches down, grabbing the base of my cock. Once she has it lined up with her entrance, she sinks down, not stopping until she has all of me inside of her.
She arches her back as a groan of pleasure rips from her throat, pushing her tits into my face. With my hands on her hips to keep her steady, I pull one of her nipples into my mouth, nipping and sucking as she rolls her pelvis, my cock still buried deep inside.
“Fuck me. Take what you need from me, love,” I tell her, and her eyes roll as she begins to rub her fingers against her clit.
She then starts to move, slow and a little unsure at first, but once she finds a comfortable position, she takes what she needs.
My beautiful girl bounces up and down on my cock, rubbing her clit as I devour her nipples with my mouth, swapping from one to the other.
She lifts all the way off and sinks down, getting faster and more forceful each time. When her movements become more uncoordinated, her breathing ragged, I grasp her hips tighter and rock my pelvis to meet her thrusts.
As she drops down onto me, I push upwards, hitting her deeper than before. Her cries turn to whimpers as she tells me how close she is.
“I’m going to… Fuck, I’m so close. Keep fucking me.”
I do as I’m told, using my hands on her hips to pull her down onto me while pushing my cock deeper. I can feel her tightening around me, her pussy getting wetter each time I hit a spot that makes her cry out.
“Can I?—”
Before she can ask, I cut her off. “Come for me, love.”
Her fingers rub against her clit frantically as I push into her, hard and deep, and it’s not long before her orgasm hits. Her moans turn to her crying out my name as she falls apart above me.
Her pussy clamps around my cock while I’m impaled deep inside, and she shudders around me, her head thrown back as she rides the wave of her release.
I sit there just staring at her, my hands still on her hips to keep her steady, watching with amazement at how fucking gorgeous she is when she lets go.
As she catches her breath, she begins moving again and winces. I quickly lift her off my cock.
“Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” I ask frantically, cursing myself for not doing more foreplay before fucking her so hard.
She shakes her head, a dreamy look on her face. “No, you didn’t hurt me. I’m just a little sensitive, and maybe a bit sore. We’ve fucked a lot the last few days—not that I’m complaining.”
I laugh at her adding that on the end, whilst still being a bit annoyed at myself for not checking with her sooner.
“Okay, well, you can have a long soak in the bath after I’ve gone. There’s some bath salts in there that I use for aching muscles, which might help. We can take it easy.”
She looks down at my hard cock, bobbing against my stomach, glistening with her juices.
“No, you still need to?—”
I cut her off again. “Forget about me. I can have a quick shower.”
Not to mention a fucking amazing wank in the shower, but I leave that unsaid.
Her eyes narrow as she glares at me, looking very unimpressed with my suggestion.
“Just because I’m resting my pussy doesn't mean I can’t get you off.”
Before I even have time to process what she said, she grabs hold of the base of my cock until it’s pointing upwards, and lowers her mouth around me.
She’s on her hands and knees, bent over my cock, when she looks up at me, watching for my reaction as she twirls her tongue around the head, licking off her own juices.
I moan loudly and almost blow my load at that sight alone.
“Fuck, such a dirty girl. Do you like licking your juices off my cock?”
She hums her approval around my dick, sending a shiver down my spine. I watch in amazement as she takes the head in her mouth, sucking hard as she pumps her hand along the base.
She keeps eye contact with me the whole time, staring at me through hooded lashes, watching as she takes me apart with her mouth. Although I rest my hand on her head, holding her hair back so I can see everything, I don’t control her movements.
This whole morning hasn’t been about power or control, it’s been about both of us letting ourselves go enough to fall apart with each other.
I hate the term, but it does feel more like we’re making love than fucking, and I never thought I’d enjoy this more relaxed style of sex, but I actually do.
As Chloe stares at me, learning what actions have the most impact, teaching herself how to give me the maximum amount of pleasure, I can’t help but feel proud of her. She’s not only confident enough in her own body to ride me, to take the orgasm she needed, but now she’s taking the lead to make me fall apart.
Gone is the shy girl who hated her body and didn’t know what she wanted. Now she’s in tune enough with what she wants that she doesn’t even have to ask, she knows how to take it from me.
And whilst I’ll never stop wanting to control her, to turn her into my dirty little slut when we fuck, I’ll also give her times like this.
I think we both need it. To feel closer to each other, not just taking what we need from the other’s body.
Watching my beautiful girl take control, and feel confident in herself, makes me so fucking proud.
As she presses most of my length into the back of her throat, the tip bobbing against the back of her throat, I know I’m not going to last much longer. My balls are aching, tingling, ready for release.
“I’m going to come, love. Where do you want it?”
She doesn’t pull my cock out of her mouth to reply. Instead, she sucks me deeper, massaging her tongue against my shaft, her throat tightening just enough to push me over the edge .
I try to pull her off slightly, but Chloe holds firm, making her wishes clear, and I’m not fucking going to argue. With a grunt and a moan, my orgasm hits me and I blow my load into the back of her throat.
As the first load hits, she swallows, sending a shiver down my spine as I grunt with pleasure. She then pulls her head back a little, using her hand to pump the base of my shaft, dragging out the next few shots of cum, which land perfectly on her tongue.
My cum pools in her mouth as ropes of it hit the back of her throat and her tongue. She keeps her eyes locked on mine as she milks the last few drops from me.
I watch with rapt attention as she shows me the cum on her tongue, before swallowing it down.
Fuck, if I hadn’t just come, I might be getting hard again right now.
“That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” I tell her, my voice deep and raspy.
With a devilish smile on her face, she drags her tongue over the head of my cock, making sure to clean up the last few drops that we’re pooled there. She then licks all over my shaft, making sure she doesn’t miss anything.
When she finally sits back, she’s no longer looking as confident. Her cheeks are flushed and she gives me a shy smile.
“Was that okay?” she whispers, looking down at the bed.
I reach over and tilt her chin up so she has to meet my gaze. “That was fucking amazing, Chloe. Why would you ever think it wasn’t?”
“Well, it was a little different from the way we normally do things. I didn’t realise I’d been in charge until after, I was just lost in the moment.”
I can’t help but chuckle, which makes her look confused.
“Chloe, I don’t have to be in charge every time. We also don’t have to fuck hard and fast each time.
“Now that we’re together, it’s only natural to have more slow, sensual sex when the occasion calls for it, which I think it did here. I happen to find you taking what you need from me very fucking sexy.”
Her eyes widen a little with hope. “So we can do a bit of both? I love when you dominate me, and I’m your slut. That sort of sex is fucking amazing, but this was different. More intense, in a way.”
“I think it’s important we do both. The sex where I call you a slut and you call me sir, that’s more about us taking on the roles we enjoy in sex, but this, what we did this morning, that wasn’t roleplaying. It was just us, and that’s what made it more intimate,” I explain, relaxing when I see her finally let out the breath she’s holding.
“So both have their rightful place,” she repeats, and I nod.
“Absolutely. ”
“Good, because I enjoy both in different ways,” she admits, the flush on her cheeks becoming redder with her confession.
I have to admit, I wasn’t sure I’d enjoy sex without the control and dominance element, but I did. I know what she means when she says she enjoys both.
“As much as I hate to leave this bed while you’re still naked, I better get going. Miles and Jake are already moaning that I’m late,” I tell her, hating how she tenses when I avoid mentioning where I’m going.
“Yes, and I have a cake to make.”
As she says that, her face brightens up.
“I think we’re both going to have a very good day,” I tell her, capturing her lips for another kiss.
“Enough of that or we’ll never start our great day,” she jokes, slapping my arm playfully.
With regret, and a lot of moaning, I climb out of bed and head for the shower, getting ready for what I know will be a fucking fantastic day.
I arrive at the warehouse Miles gave me the address for about forty minutes later, which is apparently far longer than either Miles or Jake is happy about. They both have matching annoyed expressions on their faces, but I dismiss them both.
“Good morning,” I say chirpily, loving the confused looks that spread over their faces.
Miles turns to Jake. “Did he just say good morning? Like a normal person, in a happy, cheerful voice?”
Jake visibly shudders. “This is the most animated I’ve ever seen him…and it’s freaking me out. What happened to Mr Dark, Broody, and Miserable?”
“He started the day with an amazing blowjob, which I highly recommend,” I point out.
Jake makes gagging noises, pretending to vomit, while Miles laughs.
“Yeah, that’ll do it,” Miles adds.
Jake glowers at him. “Don’t encourage the arsehole. He’s talking about my fucking sister.”
“You wouldn’t be as uptight if you started the day with a blowjob?” I rather unhelpfully point out .
Jake takes a menacing step towards me, glaring at me, but I just roll my eyes, while Miles holds out his arm between us.
“Enough,” Miles says firmly. “We’re all going to have a great day when we get in this room.”
The reminder of why we’re all here is enough to straighten us all out. We pull on the professional masks we’ve spent years perfecting, looking like cocky, dangerous arseholes as we get ready to play out the plan we’ve been perfecting over the last few days.
Initially, Miles and I were worried about involving Jake. Although he left rehab to help us, knowing he’d need to take his place as ruler if we were to avoid conflict, it doesn’t mean he was ready to leave.
He’d finished his mandatory detox period, but both him and the healthcare professionals felt he needed more time to work on his issues.
Choosing to put Chloe and us before his own wellbeing means a lot to me, and I know it’s just another of many sacrifices we’ve all made for this job, but that doesn’t stop me worrying about him.
He’s still seeing his psychologist and rehab support worker on an outpatient basis, but one of the things they warned him about is stepping back into the life that pushed him towards substances in the first place. It’s easy to fall off the wagon when you’ve not long been on it.
Miles has been helping him stay sober, going with him to meetings, and generally being there for him, but we both worry about putting Jake under too much pressure too soon. This is something we could do without him, but he was adamant he wanted to be here.
This guy not only assaulted his sister, he lied to Jake’s family, and disrespected them. He’s here for both Chloe and his family name, but really, he wants closure.
He had suspicions about Frank, and didn’t trust him, yet he never stopped his parents from forcing Chloe to date him.
That guilt will be with Jake for a long time, and this is his way of righting the wrongs he made when he was more focused on substances than his family.
Miles opens the door, and I see Frank is tied to a chair in the middle of the room. The chair has been bolted to the tiled floor. He’s wearing nothing but his boxer shorts, just as we planned.
Other than a bloody lip, Frank looks fine, though I do cast a glance over at Miles, raising my brows enough that he knows I’m silently asking about the blood. He was supposed to bring him here unharmed.
“He put up a fight,” Miles mutters with a shrug of his shoulders, as Jake chuckles.
I know from my research that Frank is about our age, though his receding hairline and thinning bald spot on the top of his head make him look older.
He’s thinner than I was expecting, with very few muscles, other than his barely noticeable biceps, which stick out on his small frame.
I imagine, if he were to stand up, he’d be a little taller than me, making him look lanky. With his pale skin, he’s one pair of glasses away from looking like a science geek.
For a fraction of a second, I wonder how the hell anyone could ever be scared of this guy, then I remember that he uses drugs to overpower them, and once he’s made sure they’re not a threat to him, then he’s safe to abuse them. My rage grows the longer I think about it.
I pull up a chair and put it a few feet away from him. Jake does the same beside me, while Miles remains standing, hovering behind us. Once we’re seated, we remain silent, letting the tension grow as we simply stare at him, loving the way he squirms under our gaze.
He has the good sense not to speak, though he looks like he might a few times, his mouth opening, but no words fall out.
After a few tense, silent minutes, I clear my throat, making him jump.
“Do you know why you’re here?” I ask, sounding deep and dangerous.
He shakes his head rapidly. “No, I don’t.”
I look over at Jake, then back to him. “Do you know who we are?”
“Yes,” he mutters, looking terrified now.
“Do you know which of us you’ve wronged?” I ask, watching as he flicks his gaze between the two of us, his eyes widening as panic starts to set in.
“No, I don’t. I think you might have the wrong person,” he blurts out.
I pull out my phone, scrolling until I find a recent picture of Chloe. She’s smiling at the camera, looking at me with those bright silver eyes of hers, and I almost hesitate.
I don’t want him to see her at all, but I need him to see how happy she is, despite what he did to her.
I turn the phone, showing him her picture. I see the moment realisation hits, and all of the colour drains from his already pale face.
“Do you know who this is?”
He shakes his head in denial, but he doesn’t say a word.
Jake’s anger takes over, forcing him to chip in, and the sheer venom in his tone has Frank shaking in his boots.
“So my parents didn’t arrange for you to take her out? You didn’t go on a date with her?”
“I-I remember now,” he splutters, panic and fear making his voice strained. “ We went on a date a long time ago, but we didn’t really get on too well, so it ended quickly.”
The lie tumbles out of his mouth quickly, his gaze flicking between me and Jake, and it looks like he’s holding his breath, no doubt praying we believe him—which we don’t.