19. Blakely
“What is happening here?What am I looking at?” I ask, confused by the scene in front of me.
“What are you doing here? You shouldn’t be here,” says Aidan. Blood is covering him from head to toe.
“How did you find this place?” My brother’s concern is evident from the way he speaks. I can’t see their faces, but their postures are tense.
I have been looking for Aidan all day. He didn’t answer any of my calls or my text messages. I had no other option but to reach out to Caleb. I had heard of this place before, but I never thought I would stumble upon the two of them standing over a dead body. I received some important information from Riccardo, and I needed to speak to him. It couldn’t wait. So I put on my big girl pants and drove here.
“I… Riccardo called. I know who is working with the Snakes.” I’m looking at the corpse lying down on the floor, but I feel nothing. No emotion.
“We know. Fusco and Shaan,” Aidan says while gritting his teeth.
“Who is he?” I ask, pointing at the guy sprawled out on the ground. Two of his fingers are on the floor next to him, blood is covering his body, and a bullet has been shot directly between his eyes.
As Aidan walks towards me, Scott’s eyes are fixed on my face, trying to read my emotions. You’re going to be disappointed, brother, if you think I’ll run out of this room. My back is pressed against the table situated at the back of the room, and my attention is focused on the tools arranged atop it. Aidan stands a few feet away from me, looking uncertain about whether or not he should approach.
“Is that chocolate on your mask?” I ask Scott.
Who would eat chocolate while torturing someone?
“I… Aye, it is. Don’t judge me. I was hungry.” A smile crosses my face as I shake my head in amusement. “Okay, kids, I think that’s my cue to leave.” He takes a moment to hesitate before removing his mask and leaning in to place a gentle kiss on my cheek.
Aidan and I are the only ones left in the room, and the overpowering scent of blood and metal lingers in the air. He looks like a battle-hardened warrior, his mask and body smeared with the crimson blood of his enemies. His glare is conflicted, not knowing how to react. So I speak first.
“Who was he?” I can feel the intensity of his gaze on me.
“The guy that stabbed you.” What?
“Excuse me, what? How did you find him?” He moves in slowly like a snake preparing to strike. I can detect the scent of sandalwood and blood emanating from him.
“I stalked him. Watched his every move for the past few days. Did you think I would let him live after what he did to you?” No, I didn’t think he would, but I didn’t think he would catch him either.
“I’m not a good man, Blakely. You can rest assured that I will not allow anyone to harm you in any way, and if they do, they will not live to see another day once I find them.” I can feel my chest heaving as my breathing begins to quicken.
Why is this so hot?
Though he may have some flaws, such as being an arsehole, I find his overprotectiveness and dominant behaviour to be quite thrilling and intoxicating. Apparently, morally grey is my thing. Unless he forces me to stay in bed all day and not in the fun way.
“I… You killed him because he touched me?” My body doesn’t care if he just killed someone and is covered in the man’s blood. The fact that he killed someone because they hurt me makes my pussy throb with need. His dark forest eyes bore into mine with intensity.
“I did. Now, you should leave.”
“Don’t order me around.” I almost shout the words at his handsome, stupid face.
Shit, why does his mask make me want him to fuck my brains out?
“You’re not afraid? Because you should be. You asked me why I hid my past from you. Look at me,” he says, throwing his hands up and down,” Look around you,” he adds, gesturing around us, “This is the real me.”
I can feel the heat between my legs.
He walks closer and grabs my face, holding it so tightly that I can barely breathe.
“It’s so funny to me. You must think I’m made of glass,” I spit out. His nostrils flare through the mask, and my body reacts to each of his moves.
“Oh, but, baby. You’re in the lion’s den now.” He cages me between the table and him, the heavy weight of his gun still in his hand. “You should leave,” he says slowly, leaning over me a bit more.
I shake my head. “I won’t. You’ll have to do more to scare me.” My body shivers as he traces his fingers along my arm.
“Is that so?” His lips are just inches from mine, and I can feel the warmth of his breath through the fabric of his mask.
“That”s what I said.”
He smirks when he sees the goosebumps on my arms.
“Does seeing the blood of the man that hurt you on me excite you? Or is it the mask?” He takes a deep inhale. “I’m going to guess both. I can smell your cunt leaking from here. Are you wet for me, Tink?”
“Aidan.” I don’t know why I’m begging, but he is right. Seeing him seeking vengeance for me ignites a fire within me. I want to be taken and ravished by him.
His eyes are dark and intense. “Tell me, Tink,” he whispers. “Do you want me to taste your sweet cunt with the blood of your attacker on my hands?”
I nod eagerly, my body trembling with desire as he drops to his knees before me. His hands glide up my thighs, pushing my leggings down to reveal my soaked underwear.
His eyes fixated on my dripping wetness. He goes to remove his mask when I hear myself say.
“Keep the mask on.”
“Is that so?” I see a glimmer in his eyes. “Lift your feet.” I do as I’m told while he removes my leggings completely. He lifts just the bottom of his mask and inhales deeply, savouring the scent of my arousal before pulling my string aside with his teeth. ”You”re so wet for me already,” he growls before crashing his lips onto my pussy.
I gasp as his tongue flicks over my clit, sending waves of pleasure through me. He sucks it into his mouth, his fingers sliding inside me as I moan his name.
“So fucking wet,” he murmurs, his tongue darting in and out of my wetness. I’m so close already. My body reacts to each of his strokes. “You want me to fuck you, don’t you?”
“Aye,” I pant, my hips bucking against him. “Please, Aidan.”
“I love it when you beg.”
Without any warning, he grabs me by the waist and turns me around, my bust slamming me against the table, my arse facing him. His hands roam over my body, leaving me breathless.
“This arse makes me crazy. Are you still sore?” I shake my head. “Words.”
“No. I’m not sore.” Knowing what is to come, I prepare myself, but it’s no use. I feel the sting of his hand on my arse cheek. “Did you just spank me?” My voice is trembling.
“I did. Remember when I told you you’ll feel the mark of my hand on your arse for days? I wasn’t joking.” I feel the sting as his hand lands on my arse another time.
My arse is burning, but it quickly dissipates when his hands caress me gently after the hit.
“Remember your safe words?” I steal a quick glance at him, feeling the weight of his gaze on the top of my shoulder. With his shallow breathing and wild appearance, he looks like a madman.
“I do.”
Another smack hits my arse immediately after the words leave my lips. Fuck, that one was harder.
“I’m going to do seven this time. You’ve already received three.”
As the spanking continues, I feel my wetness spreading down my thigh, making me gasp with pleasure. My moans fill the room, and I barely recognise the sound of my own voice.
“Does my good slut like that? Does she enjoy being spanked? Fuuck. If only you could see how red your arse is and the marks on it. I’m sure I could make you come just with my hand slapping your flesh. But that will be for another time.”
After the last strike, I’m breathless. It’s as if I’m watching someone else control my body, like a marionette on strings. I’m floating. The sensation of his finger sliding inside of me makes me squirm, my body responding eagerly.
“Oh, aye. You like that.” The sound of his belt and trousers hitting the floor echoes through the room as he leans in to whisper in my ear. “I’m so fucking hard for you. My cock is ready to jump out of my briefs. It’s painful. It’s going to be hard and fast.” I moan at his words.
“Fuck me already.”
I see him smirking over my shoulder.
He doesn’t wait before plunging inside of me in one deep thrust, making me scream.
“Always so fucking tight.” His rough grip on my hair sends shivers down my spine and a rush of desire courses through my body. “No one else is here to hear your screams. Let me hear them.”
His thrusts become faster and harder as his hips slam against me. With every push, my moans grow louder and more explicit, and he responds with a groan of approval. I can feel his hardness against my inner walls, and it drives me wild.
He grabs my hands and pins them behind my back with one hand. I can’t move. My breathing becomes shallow as he continues to fill me up with his hard thrusts.
He starts to move inside of me, each thrust harder than the last. I throw my head back as pleasure radiates through every inch of my body. His thrusts become faster and more intense, and I can feel my orgasm building deep within me. His hand slides down my body, his fingers tracing circles around my nipples.
“Aidan,” I beg. Without any other words, he pinches and twists them, which takes me higher and higher.
“Fucking hell. I can feel you clenching around me. Which one needs release? My good girl or my good slut?”
His words reverberate through my body, making me clench more. “B-both.”
“That’s right.” He thrusts harder with each word. “You’re mine.” Thrust. “Mine to fuck.” Thrust. “Mine to please.” Thrust. “Mine to do whatever I fucking want with.”
I’m ready to combust. My body is on fire.
His other hand curls around my throat, tightening his grip. I can feel every inch of him inside me now, and I’m on the brink of an orgasm.
“Seeing you like this, under my control, my marks on you, and my hand around your throat turns me on more than anything else ever has.”
He kisses me. It’s rough and passionate, igniting a flame within me that I can”t resist.
“Are you ready to come?” His thrusts are laboured now, and I can feel sweat dripping down my spine. His grip tightens around my throat, and he slaps and then twists my nipple before growling in my ears. “Come on my cock. I want to feel your leaking pussy dripping all over me.”
That’s all I needed to hear as I cry out in pleasure, my orgasm hitting me full force, shuddering beneath him. I fall against him, completely spent, my legs shaking.
“I’m not done with you yet.” Depriving me of his warmth, I see him move to grab the chair from the middle of the room. What is he doing? He grabs something on the table and comes back to me. Is that a knife?
He pivots me so I’m facing him, my eyes still glued to the knife in his hand.
“What are you doing?” I ask, my mind racing about what he’s going to do with it.
He leans closer to me, putting the knife into my hand. Without a word, he lifts my legs so my arse is partially on the table and positions himself at my entrance.
“I told you, you were mine,” he says, sliding into me without any hesitation. My breath catches in my throat, “But I’m as much yours as you’re mine,” he rips his T-shirt apart and looks at me through his mask. “Mark me.”
“W-What?” I can’t comprehend what he’s asking me to do with the sensation of him inside me.
“Mark me.” He takes my hand with the knife and places it on his heart. “Mark me, Tink. Make me yours. Permanently.”
“You’re crazy. I’m not going to carve into you,” I say, my breath becoming more laboured with each thrust.
“Aye, you fucking are.” Thrust. “Make me yours.” Thrust. “Give me the pain I deserve for hurting you.” Thrust. “Give me the pain I deserve for lying to you.”
He takes my hand and presses harder on his chest, with the tip of the knife near his heart. A drop of blood starts to fall, and I find myself putting more pressure on it.
“That’s it. I want your name on me.”
I’m delirious. His cock is inside me, and the view of his blood brings a feeling of power.
I see myself doing exactly what he asked for, carving B L A K E.
It takes me some time to get the lines on his skin, and the sensation of his piercing inside of me is on the verge of overwhelming me.
“Fuck, yeah,” he groans. Lifting his mask, he kisses the hell out of me. “Fucking mine.” He touches his wound, smearing the blood with his finger. “Open your mouth.” My body is somewhere else. The feeling, the sensation, it”s too much. I open my mouth without a second thought and taste his blood on his fingers. “Hmm. Fucking perfect.” He repeats the process but this time spreads his blood over my mouth before kissing me again. It’s possessive and commanding. “See how fucking good you are for me? My perfect whore.”
He grabs my throat with force, bringing a moan from me.
“Sir. Oh my god.” It’s too much. Everything is too much.
“Come for me, brat.” He tightens his grip and bites my neck, setting off my orgasm.
I’m spasming all around him, and dots start dancing in front of my eyes. He licks my neck before depriving me once more of his warmth. He looks at me, then at my name, decorating his chest now.
“Fucking art.”
He moves towards the table once more, grabs the rope sitting on the table, and bores his eyes into mine. “Come here, hands behind your back.” I do as I’m told, presenting my back to him. He takes his time binding my hands together, making it impossible for me to break free. I feel the coarse texture of the rope as it grazes against my wrists. Once he’s happy with his work, he sits on the chair, looking at me like I’m his next meal, but my eyes are focused on the shiny piercing between his legs. I lick my lips in anticipation, which doesn’t go unnoticed.
“Like what you see?” A faint smile spreads across his face. “Sit on me.” It takes me a minute to register what he’s asking before he speaks again. “Sit on me. You wanted to fuck me. Here is your chance.”
“Like you’d let me fuck you,” I shoot back, and he smirks. Cocky bastard.
“You’re right. But right now, I want those juicy thighs around me with your tits bouncing in my face,” he licks his lips in anticipation, “so sit.” His last words come out with force, and I’m drawn to do as he asks.
Managing as well as I can with my hands tied, I part my legs over him, feeling the tip of his shaft at my entrance, making us both moan with the sensation.
“That’s it. Take what you want.” I start to move, bouncing over him, but it’s not enough. I groan in frustration, and he feels it. Grabbing a fist full of my hair, he starts to move faster, making me moan, my clit rubbing against him. “Such a good fucking girl taking my cock the way she wants.” My breasts bounce in rhythm with me, right in front of his face, which makes him curse. “Fucking hell. Your tits are perfect.” He grabs one in his hands. “They fit in my hands perfectly.” He sucks and bites, and I already know it’ll leave marks, adding to the ones that already exist. “Perfectly shaped.” He thrusts deeper. “Perfectly coloured.” He slaps it, making me cry out. “Perfectly mine,” he growls.
“I… Oh my. Aidan. Sir. Fuck. Please.”
“What do you need, brat?” he asks, biting harder on my nipple, his grip still on my hair.
“I need… I need to come.” My begging is pitiful, but I’m dying for any kind of release.
I feel his finger trailing along my arse crack before I feel the pressure of it in my arsehole. “One day, I’ll fuck this arse. I’ll be buried in you so deep that you’ll feel me for days,” he says, nipping my neck. That’s all I need. I shatter into pieces, my orgasm taking me over. The pressure of the rope and the feeling of his finger in my back entrance intensifies everything. I spasm around him, and I can feel a warm liquid leaking between us.
“God damn it.” His thrusts are laboured before he gives in and follows me, growling and filling me with his cum. Our breaths echo through the room as his head falls onto my breasts. “I think watching you squirt on me is my second favourite thing to see.”
I’m struggling to catch my breath. Damn it. That was… I don’t even have the words for it. “What’s the first one?” My voice is raw and dry.
“Your cunt in my mouth.” He winks at me, which makes me chuckle.
I feel him stir beneath me as he helps me stand. My legs are shaking, and I’m struggling to keep my posture straight.
“Fuck, fuck.” I look at him, confused.
“What?” I look around me, expecting the corpse beside us to be moving, but nothing. Shit. Did I really let him fuck me with a dead body in the same room? Well, saying ‘let him’ would be a lie when I was the one who was as horny as a teenager.
“You’re bleeding. Goddamnit.” I glance at what he’s looking at, and indeed, my wound is bleeding a bit.
“Just breathe, would you? It’s nothing, just a tiny bit of blood.”
He ditches his mask, and I see his ridiculously handsome face. “I?—”
“I’m going to stop you right now. If you’re going to apologise after fucking me like a whore, you better think twice.” He tries to hide his smirk with his hand, but it’s no use. Prick. “You’re either a gentleman or an arsehole. You can’t be both.”
Leaning over me, he says. “Oh, but you better believe I’ll be both. Do not forget what I told you once. You might be my goddess, my queen… but I’ll fuck you like a whore. And I’ll treat you as such. Let me remove the rope from your wrists, and let’s get you home and cleaned up.”
“What about…?” I gesture towards the lifeless body.
“I’ll call the cleaning team to take care of him. Come on, Tink. Let’s get you home.”