Chapter 9
Chapter
Nine
I knew Marco was a murderer; it’s implied in his chosen profession.
Assassin.
But the video that Val showed me of why he had spent ten years in prison still has me shaking in fear. He’s killed the President of that club, on Alfie’s order. Both of the men in my life were killers.
I toss and turn, trying to dislodge the video from my mind. When I finally fall asleep, I dream of the mystery biker again.
Run.
Don’t stop.
He’s getting closer.
If he catches you, it’s over.
I stumble barefoot in the woods. My flowing white gown is flying behind me in the wind. The light rain falling hits me, cooling my heated skin and hissing as it evaporates in the air around me. It’s slowly turning the fabric translucent, and I push faster to make it to safety.
I can hear the rumble of the engine grow closer, and I take a moment to look over my shoulder.
I tumble to the forest floor in a heap, and I’m quickly pinned down with a knee in my back and a hand on the back of my neck. I heave for breath and gag on the smell of rotting leaves.
“Got you.” The velvety smooth voice sounds in my ear, and I shiver as his warmth covers my back.
“You put up a good fight. But you’re mine now.” I hear the fabric tearing, and then I feel warm hands on my back.
The lower they roam, the hotter they get.
“You’re hurting me!” I struggle to move.
I have to keep running!
“You’re body is craving mine. That heat you feel is desire. Let it be good for us.” No!
My nightgown is torn piece by piece from my body, and a soft kiss is placed everywhere it stings as it’s wrenched off me. I’m flipped over on my back, and a hand holds me face to the side so I can’t see the person holding me down.
His hand is warm, with tan skin, and his fingernails are neatly trimmed and clean. Every finger is adorned with a silver ring and multiple tattoos. It’s the ring finger that draws my attention the most. It has an empty heart that would hold initials inside it perfectly.
As I stare, letters appear as his other hand finds the hem of my panties.
“You won’t need these. They’re hiding what I need. What I crave.” I whimper as his hand pushes them off my body, and then his legs push mine apart.
The letters in the heart start to glow red like embers in a fire.
E & G
“WAIT, PLEASE! I’LL GIVE YOU ANYTHING YOU WANT!” I scream as his fingers find my center.
“You are all I’ve ever needed.” The sweet words and soft kiss I feel on my shoulder blade don’t alleviate the searing pain I feel as he rips through my maidenhood.
I cry out and try to get away, but he holds me in place and rubs a thumb on my clit.
“Shhh, the pain is over. It is a momentary while the pleasure will fill a lifetime. Take this gift I give you.” Then his fingers are gone, and I feel something much bigger replace them.
“Oh god, no please,” My words pleaded as my body grew hotter.
I can feel the heat rushing from my stomach up to my temple.
“That’s it. Take it all.” His cock pushes in, and the pain I felt is gon, replaced with an exquisite pressure that my hips chase.
“Good girl. Fuck me back. That’s it,” He starts moving rougher, harder, biting, pinching, cursing as he fills me over and over.
I claw at the ground, lifting my ass into every thrust.
I scream for more as he lets go of my face and rips my hips off the ground in both his hands and uses my body to fuck me harder.
“Almost, GOD!” I drop my head to the ground and watch my hair fly back and forth from the movement.
Through my curls, I see his heavy balls as they slap against my ass, and then his hand is on my clit again.
“Come for me, Genesis. Milk me dry. Take everything I have, it’s fucking yours!” I let out a moan as my orgasm crests.
He roars out his pleasure as he comes deep inside me.
BANG, BANG, BANG!
My eyes fly open, and I pant as I look around, trying to figure out what the fuck is going on.
“GENESIS!” Val’s voice calls through the door.
“Come in,” I push my hair off my sweaty face and watch my cousin rush in with a baseball bat in hand.
I pat around the bed for the satin ribbon I use to tie up my hair, but can’t find it.
“Are you okay? You were screaming!” I frown and shake my head.
“Oh,” OH!
I blush so hard I’m sure I’m redder than a tomato.
“Um, I was having a dream,” I trail off, and she lowers the bat.
“A nightmare?” I shake my head.
“A SEX DREAM! OH MY GOD,” the bat falls to the floor as she jumps on my bed.
“Tell me all about it. No wait! We need snacks and wine. My baby girl had her first wet dream!” She runs out of my room before the pillow I throw in her direction can make contact.
“You are the worst!” I collapse and finish catching my breath.
It felt so real, so fucking good. I never would have thought that I’d enjoy something so animalistic.
Maybe I should do some experimentation?