Chapter Eleven, Chase #2
“Never,” I said, my voice dropping. “And maybe sometimes I enjoy that. This is true. But you should go after Heather, not me. I was distracted thinking of her safety and how easily anyone could walk up on us.”
We had traps in the woods. Things designed to hurt people, catch them, and keep them there for us to play with.
We’d drilled an escape plan into Heather’s brain almost every day and knew where to take her, and how to keep her safe.
Atlas even had cameras up in the trees, everywhere he could, with alarm sensors that told us when someone walked by.
But none of it was enough. Nothing would be enough to appease my worries and tension until my father was dead.
It was just a shame that killing him wasn’t simple.
Not unless I was willing to sacrifice my whole family in the process, and bring down an army of my uncles back in Italy.
Ones made of the same kind of torrid blackness and my father.
Seeing as none of that sounded appealing, we’d had no choice but to work to slowly find ways to ruin my father instead.
His businesses. Money. His reputation. All of it steadily being stolen away by the three of us, and each of my siblings, who had spent the last few months doing their part too. At least, the adult ones. The rest were blissfully unaware of the danger in their lives.
We were taking him down brick by brick until he was nothing but a husk that the rest of the De Luca family abroad would be begging me to end.
“Nobody is going to touch us unless I want them to.” Atlas reached up, gently taking his mask off and placing it in the dirt, his icy blonde hair a little messy now.
“And I don’t let people touch my toys. I’m not a fan of sharing them.
” He chuckled, a rough sound that sent heat coursing through me.
“Though you’re not a very happy toy, are you?
You seem to be all sorts of worked up this evening. ”
I pretended not to like the way his hands moved down, skimming the waistband of my shorts, then over the front of them, lingering where I wanted him to be.
“I’m not a toy, fantasma.” I forced my face straight, pretending once more not to like his games. “You think you can say such things to me because you are attractive? I’m not a dark romance reader. I don’t obsess over an evil man because he looks pretty.”
I’d seen Heather reading far too many books that did that.
It was no surprise to me she enjoyed having a stalker, or kidnapping and the like.
She’d been taught by all her reading that it was attractive to have a man trash every boundary possible.
Fuck, I reckoned Atlas could have actually fucked her when he was breaking into her old apartment, and she would have insisted it was nothing but fun.
It was insane. Ridiculous. Toxic on the highest level.
A bad example for those authors to lead, an even worse one for those readers to fantasize over online, to all the other impressionable people.
It was also extremely fun, and I was more than happy to play along. Because it was true.
Stalkers were attractive when they were like Atlas. If he’d broken into my home too, I would have fallen just as hard as Heather had. I would have let him bend me over and have his wicked way because it made me feel alive.
It made me feel, for once in my fucking life, like someone was actually wanting me for me.
Listening to me. Seeing all the dark and twisted parts of my mind and soul that I thought I couldn’t share.
Or doing the things that I wished someone would do—like taking care of me, without being asked, or begged, or having something in return.
It made me feel good to be a willing participant in something fucked up, rather than an unwilling player of someone else’s sadistic games.
“Sure, and your dick’s not hard, and you’re not desperate for someone to show you a good time.
” Atlas grinned at me with that evil smile of his.
The one that promised violence just as often as it did pleasure.
“Tell you what, I’ll play nice tonight seeing as you’re in a mood.
I’ll make you feel good, and I promise not to be even the tiniest bit deranged. ”
He made a point of sticking his knife into the dirt. I knew he could have it back and at my throat in a matter of seconds, but it was a nice gesture.
“Oh yeah, how?” I knew the answer, but it was fun to ask.
Slowly, he leaned down, his lips brushing mine with the briefest of kisses. It was enough to make the world tilt, the forest around us fading into the background. It was enough to make me desperate for more. Like a drug I was addicted to and thoroughly enjoyed.
I reached up to grab his shirt, pulling him closer, but the sharp snap of a twig made us both freeze.
“Am I interrupting something?” Heather’s voice cut through the tension. “You guys are making me do cardio on my own, and that sucks.” She sighed. “But seeing as I’m very much into this live porn, feel free to continue.”
We turned to find her standing a few feet away, her hands on her hips and a sly grin on her face. She looked like a forest sprite, her neon blue hair tangled with leaves and twigs, her cheeks flushed.
“I thought you were lost,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady as I gently pushed Atlas off me.
“I was,” she admitted, stepping closer. “But then I heard your big mouths running and followed the sound.”
Atlas got to his feet, heading her way at the same time as I did. His expression softened as he looked at her, though his tone was still teasing. “You shouldn’t have stopped running, malyshka. Now I have both of you.”
Heather raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. “Oh no, what ever will I do?” She reached out to push him. But he easily sidestepped her.
“You think you could take me?” Atlas asked, his voice dripping with eagerness.
The twisted bastard definitely got off on her fighting him. It was like the more she pushed, the better he found things.
“Definitely.” She grinned, twirling a stick she yanked from the ground like a dagger. “Don’t underestimate me.”
I snorted as I crept closer to her. “She’d trip over herself before she could get the drop on you.”
Heather gasped, clutching her chest in mock offense. “Giovanni, I thought you loved me!”
“I do,” I said, stepping closer and wrapping an arm around her waist as I yanked the stick out of her hand and chucked it away. “But I also know you.”
Tilting her head up, my fingers on her chin, I kissed her. She tasted like something deliciously sweet and deadly. Something I would never want to stop tasting on my tongue. So much so, it was an awful shame when she pulled away a second later, just so she could breathe for a second.
It was only a second. Atlas grabbed her too, pulling her towards him so she was wedged between us both, and he could shove his tongue in her mouth.
They were sloppy and loud and rough. Hands grasping each other.
Her nails digging into his flesh. Before I could blink, her clothes were off, and we were both pushing her onto the ground.
“Babygirl,” Atlas whispered between kisses against her throat. “Do you think you could be a good girl and make Gio feel nice? I think he needs it.”
“Hmm?” She glanced at me, head cocked. Lips all pretty and pouting. “Are you sad, Reaper?”
I pulled her towards me, swapping our places so I was on the ground and she was on my lap. My hands roamed over her chest, cupping and squeezing her pretty flesh as I shook my head.
“Giovanni.” I corrected. “And not sad. Worried. I realized how easy it would be for a monster to steal you from me in the dark.” I felt more than saw Atlas move. His hands yanked down my shorts, and he gently pushed Heather higher up me, so he could wrap his hand around my cock.
I moaned, and my hips bucked on reflex. But I stayed where I was, trying to continue my conversation before I forgot all about everything in the world other than pleasure.
“I’m not stealable.” She bent over, her ass sticking up in the air, her lips landing against mine. She spoke between kisses. “Nobody can take me. I’m a hitwoman now. You’re in more danger because you’re just a boy.”
My words were more of a moan as Atlas kept sliding his hand up and down, far slower and gentler than he normally would. Clearly he was doing as he’d said and being far less maniacal tonight. Oddly enough, I kind of missed his roughness. It made me feel a little less stressed.
“But if I was taken, then who would keep you safe, amore mio?” I panted as I slid my hands around her waist, holding her up and closer to me. Her full breasts squashed against my chest, and I felt the exact moment Atlas’s mouth found her pretty pussy because she practically melted.
Seeing her eyes roll back in her head was thoroughly delightful.
“I can keep myself safe.” She whimpered. “I’m a badass. Don’t underestimate me.”
I chuckled, but I didn’t deny her words or fight her on them. Like I’d predicted, the argument died out. My thoughts vanished on the breeze. All I cared about was the rough hand gripping my cock, as its owner did his best to make me and our girl thoroughly spent.
Which he did. It took a handful of minutes and curses and pants. Moans that echoed in the woods. Nails digging into flesh as Heather writhed on my lap and I let her make me bleed just because it kept her close.
But eventually I felt every nerve in my body come alive, my legs tense, toes curled, and I moaned against Heather’s chest.
Then I moaned louder when a warm mouth wrapped around the head of my cock, lapping up every drop of what I spilled.
Atlas practically licked me clean before he turned back to Heather without a word, finishing her off a few seconds later, before he pushed her over even more, until her head was on my chest.
She was still moaning and writhing when Atlas moved up and slid inside of her, his hands over mine on her hips.
His legs bumped against my own with each thrust of his powerful hips.
It was fun to watch the smug grin on his face as he fucked our girl, but it was even more fun to do it whilst I greedily kissed her and swallowed down all the noises she made.
“That’s it, Heaven.” He purred as she whimpered into my mouth. “You’re taking me so well, aren’t you? You’re so good at this.”
She didn’t reply with more than mumbled nonsense. But I couldn’t blame her. It was difficult to talk when someone fucked you harder and harder and harder until you physically couldn’t hold yourself up anymore.
I held her up for Atlas, keeping her mostly in place as he moved his hips faster, chasing the high I wanted to see just as much as he did.
“Come on, Heather.” I whispered to her. “Show Atlas how much you like his cock and let him fill you up. Let his little virgin brain get an ego boost.”
She cursed, her eyes rolling once more just as his did the same with a chuckle. One I enjoyed listening to whilst I lay there, silently grinning as they both fell apart and then collapsed on top of me. Leaving us in a messy pile on the cool woodland floor.
Atlas panted as he watched us silently for a moment before rolling even closer and pulling us both into a loose embrace. His hand rested on the small of my back, his fingers brushing against Heather’s hip.
For a moment, the three of us remained there, tangled together in the dark woods, the tension from the chase dissolving into something softer.
Then Heather’s stomach growled loudly, breaking the spell. She groaned, burying her face in my shoulder. “Great. Ruined the vibe with my need for food. Typical how it’s my own body that betrays me.”
Atlas chuckled as he hopped to his feet, fixed his clothes, and then helped us both too. “Let’s head back. If you’re hungry, malyshka, we’ll feed you.”
Heather looped an arm around my waist as we walked, her head resting on my shoulder. Atlas walked beside us, his mask swinging from his hand. Despite the oppressive darkness of the woods and the worries in the back of my mind, everything felt lighter, safer, with them by my side.
I just had to remain positive… yeah. Positive.
Everything would be fine.