Wrath
Igave Mia’s hair a firm tug as I delved deeper into her mouth, and she inched even closer, making my cock throb.
A light moan vibrated through her chest as I slipped my hand down between her legs and eased her lace panties to the side.
I grazed her center with the tips of my fingers—my already-hard cock pulsed against my jeans when I found she was soaked.
“You’re mine, Mia, and tonight, I’m going to claim every inch of you.” Her eyes were locked on mine as I reached for her panties and slid them down her long legs. Desire flashed through her eyes as I lifted her up, then guided her to lay back on the desk. “And I mean, every fucking inch.”
I slipped my hands under her ass and pulled her to the edge.
Fuck. She looked so damn beautiful sprawled out on that desk, bare and waiting for me with that wanton look in her eyes.
It had been so long since I’d felt anything close to what I was feeling at that moment.
This woman had me so tangled up I might never get free, and I was beginning to think that wasn’t a bad thing.
In fact, Mia might be the very thing that puts an end to my nightmares once and for all.
A feeling of satisfaction washed over me when I skimmed my tongue across her clit, and she arched her back towards me, urging me on. I spread her trembling legs wider, and a needful moan echoed through the room as I began nipping and sucking her sensitive flesh. “So damn beautiful.”
Mia’s breath became uneven and hitched as I slipped my finger deep inside her. Focused and unrelenting, I teased her g-spot with a slow and steady rhythm, and it wasn’t long before her hips inched forward and her body began to tense.
Loving how her beautiful body responded to my touch, I continued grazing and teasing her clit with my tongue, tormenting her as she writhed beneath me.
Overcome by her impending release, Mia’s hips lifted up from the desk, begging me to give her more, so I placed the pad of my thumb against her clit, teasing her until she got exactly what she needed.
Her head thrashed back as she gasped, “Yes!”
“That’s right.” I slid my tongue over her as I continued moving my fingers inside her, tormenting that spot that was driving her to the edge. Adding more pressure, I demanded, “Come for me.”
That’s all it took. While muttering my name incoherently, she submitted to her release and clamped down around my fingers. Damn. Nothing turned me on more than watching her come undone. I couldn’t wait a moment longer. I had to be inside her.
She was still in the throes of her release when I finished undressing.
My cock was hard as steel as I stood there in front of her, letting her greedy eyes soak in everything before I went to her. Mia lowered her gaze and watched as I stepped closer. Her expression changed from wonder to hunger as I slipped my hands beneath her and lifted her from the desk.
I carried her over to the edge of the bed, then slowly lowered her feet to the floor. I reached for a condom, and as I began to rip it open, she took it from my hand. “Wait.“
A mischievous look crossed her face as she bit her lip and slowly eased down on the edge of the bed, positioning herself at my hips. Her greedy eyes fixed on my throbbing cock as her fingers wrapped around me. The moment her tongue swirled around the head, I was lost.
“That’s right, baby,” I groaned. “Every fucking inch...”
Her lips curled into a smile as she started slowly moving her hand up and down my hard shaft, gradually tightening her fingers around me. My hands dropped to her head, tangling in her long hair, as she opened her mouth wider, taking me deep. Her mouth felt so fucking good around my cock.
Too good.
After just a few flicks of her tongue, I was close to the edge and growing closer by the second. I was already struggling when she quickened her pace, and I nearly lost it. Her warm, wet mouth was driving me wild, but I wanted more.
“Damn, woman. You’re killing me.”
I slipped my hands under her arms as I pulled her back, then ordered, “On your knees.”
Mia didn’t protest. In fact, she looked downright eager as she turned around and crawled up onto all fours, positioning her perfect ass in the air.
Fuck. She looked so fucking beautiful as she glanced over her shoulder and watched as I rolled a condom over my throbbing cock.
A look of greedy anticipation flashed through her eyes as she watched me inch toward her and placed my hand on her hips.
I raked my cock against her clit. She was warm and wet, and I ached to be inside her. Clearly feeling the same, she arched her back towards me and moaned as she waited for me to take her.
“So fucking eager.” I gave her ass a firm slap. “Hold on, baby. I’m gonna give you what you want.”
Without any further hesitation, I took her long hair in my hand, giving it a gentle tug, and she cried out in pleasure when I plunged inside her.
I froze. She felt too fucking good. Fuck.
I couldn’t imagine a better feeling. I slowly drew back and slammed into her again and again, giving her everything I had.
Our bodies met in a punishing rhythm that quickly had us both gasping for air.
Mia cried out my name as she tightened around me.
With one hand on her hip and the other teasing her clit, I took her from behind with slow, deliberate strokes, savoring each delicious thrust. She arched her back and turned her head, and a slight moan vibrated through her chest as I started to pick up my pace.
She was so damn hot, so tight, like her body was made just for me.
I took my middle finger into my mouth, lubricating it before I slowly slipped it into her ass.
“Mine... Every fucking, beautiful inch.” My cock pulsed as I began and I asked, “You like my finger in your ass, don’t you, baby?”
Mia’s breath caught, but she managed to mutter, “God, yes... Don’t stop.”
A slight hiss slipped through her teeth as I drove into her again and again—each time a bit faster and unforgiving. Her fingers clutched the pillows as she pleaded, “Oh, fuck! I’m going to come!”
I continued to tease her ass as I thrust forward, driving inside her once again. Damn. I couldn’t imagine a better feeling. I drew back and slammed into her again, taking her harder and deeper.
“Fuckkk!” I shouted out as my throbbing cock demanded its release.
My fingers dug into her hips as I quickened my pace to a feverish rhythm. “Oh, God, Charles. Don’t stop.”
There was something about hearing her call out my name that spurred me on, making me fuck her even harder. I didn’t expect to feel like this for her. I didn’t think it was possible to burn for a woman like I burned for her. Hell, every fucking inch of me was consumed by my need for this woman.
I’d fallen for her—loved her.
As much as it terrified me, I couldn’t imagine a life without her.
Mia was mine—all mine.
Every fucking inch of her.
Taking everything I had to give, she gyrated against me, grinding her warm, wet pussy over my cock. Fuck. This woman was going to be the death of me.
I could feel her ass and her pussy clenching all around me as her second orgasm started to take hold.
My body grew rigid as my release inched its way through me.
I couldn’t hold back a second longer. I came, and I came hard.
I kept myself seated deep inside her, relishing in the feeling of her pulsing around my cock.
After several seconds, I removed my finger, then dropped to the bed next to her. Her hands fell above her head with a dramatic sigh. “Holy shit.”
“Um-hmm. My sentiments exactly.” I quickly tossed the condom, then slipped my arm under her and pulled her close. “You’re incredible.”
“Right back at ya.” She rested her head on my chest as she whispered, “I love you, Charlie.”
“God, I love you, too. More than you’ll ever know.”
My words were barely a whisper, but I meant them all the same.
I’d come to her room to tell her that she was going to move in with me. It was something I probably should’ve asked, but Mia was mine. I wanted her under my roof and in my bed every fucking night.
It was something I could’ve told her then while she was lying there next to me, but my exhaustion had caught up with me and I passed out cold.
I slept harder than I had in days, weeks even, and the next morning, I woke feeling good—really good. Mia was still sleeping soundly, so I decided to pay my guests a little visit.
They’d been with us for several days, and while I was growing tired of fucking with them, they had it coming for what they’d done to all those women.
We’d been able to help the girls we found the night of the attack, but there were so many others who couldn’t be helped.
We wanted to, tried to, but they were simply beyond our reach.
It was those women I was thinking about when I walked into the playroom.
His breaths came in slow, rattling gasps as he lay there sprawled across the table bleeding out. His hands were bound with arms open wide. His feet, too.
Holding true to his despicable self, Miguel didn’t plead for help or ask for mercy.
Instead, he glared at me with fury in his eyes, showing no remorse for everything he’d done.
On more than one occasion, I’d considered putting a bullet in his head, but that would’ve been too easy. He deserved to suffer.
I stood over him and smiled as I asked, “How you making it this morning?”
“You’re going to pay for this.”
“Yeah, you keep saying that.”
I took the blade that was protruding from his gut and gave it a twist. He bellowed in agony, then warned, “They’ll come for you... just wait and see.”
“No one’s coming, Miguel. No one gives a flying fuck if you live or die.”
“Why are you doing this?”
“You know why!” I roared. “You took all those women. You sold them...”
Stitch had warned me not to lose my temper.
That would be giving them the control.
It wasn’t an easy feat, especially when it came to people like Miguel Demarco. After seeing what he and his brother had done, I wanted nothing more than to finish him off once and for all, but I wasn’t going to give into my rage—at least, not yet.
I motioned my head over at Antonio as I snarled, “And then, your brother brought my ol’ lady into the mix. He put her life in danger, and for that, he paid a hefty price.”
Miguel grimaced as he looked over at his brother.
He was hanging with his hands bound over his head by a thick metal chain. His clothes were gone, his body was covered in cuts and bruises, and his throat was slit. That was enough to make a grown man squirm, but seeing his brother’s manhood—or what was left of it, had to be hard to stomach.
I’d torched it, leaving nothing but charred remains of flesh. It was a well-deserved punishment for what that motherfucker had done to all those helpless women. I took another knife and drove the blade into his left testicle, and he bellowed out in agony. “A price you will be paying soon enough.”
I left the blade stuck in the table and started over to the Demarco’s physician. I was about to give him hell when I spotted Savage sitting over in the corner. I was so focused on the task at hand that I hadn’t even noticed him.
He was smoking a cigarette and seemed totally unaffected by the stench and horrid sights before him. Instead, he looked pleased. “I gotta give it to you, brother. You’re a sick motherfucker, but damn. I like it.”
“Glad you approve,” I scoffed.
“I more than approve.” He stood and grabbed a small sledgehammer from the table. He gave it a twirl in his hand as he walked over and offered it to me. “How much longer are you gonna keep this going?”
“As long as I need to.”
“Dad and I went over to have a word with Bruton.”
“And?”
“He’s still working on getting the girls home, but he’s gettin’ it done.”
“Glad to hear it.”
“We also got to check out the shipment he swiped from the Demarcos’ warehouse.” Savage sounded impressed as he announced, “It was quite a take. We should be good for months.”
“Damn. Bruton really pulled through.”
“That he did.” The doctor let out a pained groan, and Savage took it as his cue to leave. “Well, I’ll leave ya to it. I’ll be around if you need me.”
“Appreciate it, brother.”
With that, he walked out of the room.
At the sound of the door closing, the good doctor’s head rolled to the side, revealing his face.
He wasn’t looking good. In fact, he looked like shit.
Like I’d done with his boss, I’d bound his hands and feet to the table, and he had multiple deep lacerations and broken digits that had to be causing him a great deal of pain.
I could barely make out what he was saying as he pleaded, “Please... just end it.”
I took the hammer, then dropped it on the table. I didn’t have the patience for it. A few zealous hits and it would be over for him, which was too good for a piece of shit like him.
I leaned over the table and smiled as I looked down at him. “Not looking so good there, friend.”
He groaned in response, spurring me on.
“Actually, you look like shit, dude, but don’t worry… you’ll look a hell of a lot worse by the time I’m done with you.” I smiled my evilest of smiles as I taunted, “I’m just getting warmed up.”