11. Rage
Chapter 11
Rage
Although we make it back to the apartment without further incident, Ruin immediately locks himself in his bedroom. He won’t return until he’s blitzed out of his mind and keeping the flashbacks at bay. In the meantime, however, I make the executive decision to keep him and Celia together for the foreseeable future. If my dad is in town and going after Celia, he won’t miss the opportunity to also take out Ruin. He blames my brother for everything wrong in his life, which is complete and utter bullshit, but the man has problems.
We all do because of him.
Celia, on the other hand, doesn’t like my brilliant plan.
“I can’t stay here until you catch him!” She crosses her arms over her chest, Rebel’s hideous t-shirt riding up her stomach. “What the hell am I supposed to do, clean? ” She makes a face like cleaning is the worst thing in the world. I find it therapeutic. “I have a job that I need to get back to, Rage. I have employees. I have a gala coming up!” Her voice ratchets higher with each responsibility she lists off. “I need to contact my clients and let them know that everything is still on track. They’ll think I’ve ghosted them and stolen their deposits. I can’t let you ruin my reputation.”
Here we go again with her precious reputation. My eye twitches at the mention of it. A person’s reputation shouldn’t dictate their entire life. “You shouldn’t care so much about your reputation,” I grumble, “because it’s not something you can control.”
“Like hell it is. I’ve worked hard on it, Rage. For years. ” Her eyes narrow and she juts out her hip. “People actually like me.” She glares up at me, all two hundred pounds of her glowing as brightly as the goddamn sun, and all I can think about is how fucking gorgeous she is when she’s like this—all fired up and ready to fight.
It makes me horny as hell.
My cock hardens within seconds, a swift reminder of how much I need to be inside of her. The thought of filling her up brings the afternoon’s events to the forefront of my mind, the doctor’s words echoing in my head.
A few days.
In a few days, I’ll know whether or not I’m a father. My heart squeezes tightly, making it hard to breathe.
I can’t lose Celia. I can’t lose our child.
Keeping Celia on a tight leash will piss her off, but it’s the only way I know how to keep her safe. Handcuffing her to my brothers will keep them all safer together than apart.
I’m not risking any of their lives for the sake of her fucking reputation .
“You’re staying here. That’s final.” I place my hand on the cage in our living room and swing the door open. “If you keep arguing, I’ll send you to bed before dinner.” My cock twitches at the idea of Celia locked up tight, safe and warm and snug with my cum filling her to the brim. Just because she might be pregnant doesn’t mean we should waste a good nut—and I’ve got one ready to go right now.
In fact, it might be clouding my judgement. Getting off would make the whole planning process a hell of a lot smoother. I crowd closer to Celia, and she continues glaring up at me.
But she doesn’t back away. She meets me right where I am, letting me bend to brush my lips across her cheek. I inhale her sweet scent, my blood on fire with the need to taste her. Fuck , it’s been way too long since I ate her out. I grab her around the waist and unceremoniously swing her body inside the cage, laying her flat on her back across the bench. I put this little leather seat in here intentionally—it’s a good bench for fucking—and it’s about time we break it in.
Celia clings to my shoulders, her breaths punching out in panicked gasps. “Hey! You can’t just?—”
I drag the sweatpants down her legs and her scent washes over me. Rebel claimed her last, so I know he’s in there, but fuck , I need to taste her. I tear her panties off her body, the rip of red lace music to my ears—but not nearly as satisfying as the shrill little cry she makes when I push her thighs apart and get on my knees for her.
“Wh—what are you doing?” Her honeyed eyes are wide and warm, just like her plush pussy lips, swollen and slick and so fucking mine. It’s been hours since she fucked Rebel, but she’s still glistening down here.
I take a deep breath, savoring the moment. “I’m licking your pussy clean, mama, before I give you another baby.” Looking up at her flushed face, I press my palm to her stomach and imagine it growing, her belly rounding with my child inside.
My child.
Not my brothers’.
Mine.
There’s only one way to ensure that happens—and it’s going to be the highlight of my year until I get a ring on her finger and a baby in her belly. I shudder at the mental image of Celia wearing white lace, the fabric banded around our child as I rock inside of her gently, coaxing bliss from her body as I imprint on her soul. This woman is mine , and the world will see it on her body, but I want her to feel it down to the marrow of her bones and beyond.
Celia covers her blushing face with her hands. “Oh, God.”
I hook her thighs over my shoulders and kiss her clit, playing with her sweet bundle of nerves with a flat swipe of my tongue. Groaning, I lick her again and again, remembering how sweet she is, her presence filling me up like sunlight.
A week apart is way too goddamn long.
She claws my scalp like she always does, only this time, she doesn’t keep her moans to herself. There are no customers around to hear us, so she lets go, filling my ears with a symphony of pleasure that goes straight to my heart. My cock pulses in time with every beat of my aching heart, both of them beyond saving. I couldn’t give a damn as long as she stays just like this—open and willing—for the rest of our lives.
I slip a finger inside her heat, finding her g-spot with ease, and coax her orgasm closer. That’s it. Her thighs quiver and her breath catches.
“R-Rage,” she whines, arching her back and grinding her pussy on my mouth. “This is—You’re— ohgod. ” Trembling, she gasps for air. “ Rage! ”
Music to my ears.
I devour every last drop of her release, craving this special piece of her that only I can provide. No one else can make her come like this. I’m the one who started eating her out when her pussy begged for more—and I’ll be the one to drown in her desire before I let another man or woman take that from me. This pleasure is all mine.
Humming happily to myself, I pull my fingers from her sticky wet hole and undo my belt, shucking my pants and shirt in record time. Then, I pull her shirt over her head just as quickly. I want to feel every inch of her skin as I claim her body one mouthwatering inch at a time.
Crawling over Celia, I lock her throat beneath my palm and squeeze gently. “You want me.” The bench isn’t wide enough for me to lean on, so I straddle the seat and slide Celia’s hips flush against mine. Lifting her up by her throat, I lean her against the cool metal bars and thrust my hips, sliding my cock through her soaking wet lips. The tip bumps her clit, making her gasp, and I swallow the sound with a bruising kiss.
She tastes like salt and smoke, no doubt remnants of my brother. I could tear his fucking tongue out for it.
But I won’t.
Growling, I grab her hip and thrust again, this time notching my cock in the right place. Celia writhes against my chest, her pupils blown so wide that they match mine—as black as my soul. I grip her chin and seal her lips to mine, not ready to hear her protest. She wants this. She wants me. I know she does.
Hearing her lie one more time will fucking wreck me.
“Tell me you want me,” I snarl, snapping my hips and sliding two thick inches inside. She cries out at the sudden pressure, her eyes fluttering shut. “ No, ” I hiss, pulling back out. “Look at me, mama. Look into my eyes while I fuck my baby inside of you.”
Her eyes snap open, that fire I love burning bright within. “You’re crazy,” she huffs, blowing a loose strand of hair from her eyes. “You’re fucking crazy.”
That’s not what I want to hear.
My heart roars with the need to hear the truth from her lips. I’ll fucking take it from her one orgasm at a time if I have to, but that’s not what I want. I want her to say it. Out loud. No more barriers between us. “Tell me you want me!” My body coils tight like a cord about to snap. I’m either going to fuck my woman because she deserves the fucking of her life for being honest, or I’m going to pound the shit out of her pussy as punishment for lying. Either way, I’m filling her womb with my fucking seed, and she will get pregnant with my child.
A maniacal grin pulls at her lips. “Will you fuck me harder if I say no?”
Precum seeps from my cock. Fuck , she loves to test me.
“I’ll fuck you however I want,” I growl, grinding my shaft against her pussy, feeling her flutter and quiver with need. Every hot, little sound she makes spurs me on, her breath warm across my face. Our eyes meet as she rakes her fingers through my sweat-slicked hair, scratching my scalp with her sharp manicure. I groan and sink another inch inside her heat, panting into her open mouth. “Say it.” I’m damn near begging, my voice close to cracking. “Say it, Celia.”
Please.
She locks her arms around my neck and ghosts her lips over mine. “Put a baby inside me, Rage.” She shivers, her nipples pebbling into tight peaks. “I know I made a mistake last time, and I’m so—” her voice breaks—“I’m sorry. ” Tears pool in her gorgeous eyes, the green flecks in their depths swirling with emotion. “I shouldn’t have—You just—I’m scared of you sometimes.” A bright bubble of laughter bursts from her chest. “You’re so powerful and overwhelming and I just?—”
I thrust deeper, scraping my teeth across her cheek as I sink another inch inside. Her breath punches from her lungs and her eyes go glossy. Fuck , she’s tight. Wet, tight, resisting. Always resisting. “Let me in, mama.” Gritting my teeth, I slide back out and push back in slowly, so goddamn slowly that my whole body shakes. “Tell me that you want me inside you. Because once I’m there—once I’m inside your heart—you’re not getting rid of me. Ever. This baby is only the beginning.” I kiss the side of her neck, tasting her salt, and groan as I work my way inside.
Clutching me tight against her chest, she whimpers in my ear. “You’re too much, Rage. You take up so much room, so much air, that there’s none left for me.”
Not fucking possible.
“Whatever is mine is yours, remember? You need air, you fucking take it. Take it from me. I don’t need it. I don’t want it. Everything I am is yours.” Grabbing her hand, I press it to my chest so that she can feel the thundering of my heart—all the power she gives me without even realizing it. “You own me, mama. My body. My strength. My heart. My soul.” I ghost my lips across hers, begging for her kiss but not letting myself have it. Not yet.
I need to hear her say that she wants me. I can give her every part of my black, twisted soul, and it won’t mean a damn thing if she doesn’t accept it.
If she doesn’t accept me.
Celia takes the tiniest breath. “I want…” Her gaze wanders to my lips as she cups my cheek. “I want to try. ” She brushes her thumb across the scar on my cheek. “Is that okay? To take things slow?”
Slow?
My dick is inside of her, and she wants to take things slow?
I laugh darkly, the sound rising from the depths of my soul. In business, I take things slow, planning my approach until I conquer my opponents. But in love?
No fucking chance.
“You will fall in love with me,” I growl, grabbing her hip and punching forward. My cock slides inside easily, slotting itself in her heat and damn near blinding me with how fucking perfect her pussy feels. I drag in a breath and move, fucking her hard and deep. “Now, tomorrow, once our baby arrives—it will happen.”
She shudders and slams her head back against the bars, her mouth parted in a beautiful, silent O that makes me hotter for her. I slam my hips up, sealing our bodies together with a low hiss. Her pussy clenches tightly around my shaft, her slick desire making the glide easy. Her body wants to move fast.
It’s her mind that’s slowing her down.
Being this close to her—touching her, fucking her—but not having her will drive a man crazy. I know she’ll fall for Rebel faster than she’ll fall for me, and watching it unfold will be the most bittersweet karma of my life. But if that’s what it takes for her to fall in love with me, if she needs to fall for him first to realize that I’m right here waiting, like I always have been, then fuck it.
“Take all the time you need.”
Relief washes over her face until I wrap my fist in her hair and grin down at her. “I’m still fucking my baby in you either way.”
She moans as I drive deep, making good on my promise. I want her mouth, but I resist the urge and press hot, open-mouthed kisses along her jawline instead. Maybe if I keep the kissing to a minimum, she’ll crave it. She’ll want my kiss as much as she wants my brother’s. Jealousy sears like a brand across my heart, and I grit my teeth against the sting. Sweat drips down my back, across my scars, and I almost laugh at how fucking absurd my devotion to her is.
I’m burning alive for this woman, and I’ll turn to ash if it means she’ll finally love me.
I’ll do anything for her.
Grabbing one of the bars beside her head, I thrust hard enough that she screams, the sound echoing through the room. We removed all of the furniture, and the consequences come with heightened acoustics. I know that Rebel can hear us loud and clear from his bedroom. Hell, Ruin likely can too despite being one floor above us. I wouldn’t be surprised if Thanatos was jerking off right outside the door, the repressed fucker.
But these screams were made for me.
“That’s it,” I groan, “ fuck , that’s it.” My balls tighten with every delicious sound her body makes for me, from the wet heat between her thighs to the screams of pleasure she makes with each thrust of my hips. I pound into her relentlessly, fearlessly, knowing that her heart will be mine as soon as she lets herself fall.
Until then, I’ll give her every last fucking drop of my battered soul and all the cum that comes with it.
Her muscles tighten all at once and she claws my shoulders hard enough to break the skin. The pain is what tips me over the edge, and we come side by side, both of our bodies shaking from the force of it. My cock twitches with each rope of cum filling up her tight channel, and I groan, thrusting as deep as I can. Stuffing her full. Cock. Cum. Me. There’s no way she can wash my scent off her body now—I’m buried deep, deeper than even Rebel was, and that alone brings a satisfied smile to my lips.
I’m definitely going to be the father of our first baby.
Once Celia comes down from her orgasm, she takes quick breaths, her face flushed a pretty crimson. Pulling herself up by my shoulders, she stares into my eyes and her lips form a hard line. “You’re a fucking asshole.” It takes effort, but she detangles from my body and stumbles onto the pad of blankets and pillows on the floor.
I lift an eyebrow and swing my leg across the bench, my cock still glistening from her god-tier pussy. “For what? Doing exactly what you wanted me to?” I run a hand through my hair and grin down at her. “You told me to put a baby in you. I’m merely delivering on my promise. You can’t be that mad.”
The glare she throws my way is only half-hearted, which means that we’re making progress.
“You wanted a hard fuck, and you know it,” I continue. “Anytime that itch needs scratched, you know where to find me.”
Celia crawls out from the cage, giving me a perfect view of not only her ass, but her leaking slit. Damn, I did a good job .
Once she’s standing, she turns on her heel and glares at me. “I’ll fuck your brother before I ever fuck you again!”
I can’t help it. I smile.
That pisses her off even more.
“Go ahead. Fuck Rebel. Hell, fuck Ruin for all I care. If you want a good lay, the kind that makes your throat raw and your body so blissed out that you can’t even stand—” I grin at the way her knees threaten to buckle—“I’ll be waiting.”
She doesn’t bother covering herself up as she walks butt-ass naked into the half-bath, filled with cum and not an ounce of honest regret. It’s not me she’s mad at—not really. She’s mad at herself for liking the sex… and for wanting me at all.
I may not have heard her say that she wants me, but I can see it, and that’s damn close enough to make me happy until she comes crawling back for more.