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1. Damien
2. Damien
3. Damien
4. Damien
5. Damien
6. Michele
7. Damien
8. Damien
9. Damien
10. Damien
11. Damien
12. Damien
13. Damien
14. Damien
Epilogue
 uck, I just came inside her. My pullout game is for shit. The first volley must’ve hit
her hard because she looked back over her shoulder at me with those big blue
eyes open wide, but it was too late. Once I start offloading my balls, there’s no way I’m pulling
my boy out of the game; fuck that.
I rode it out, fucking into her sweet tight pussy deep and high. She wasn’t too put out by
the looks of it. Not the way she kept moving her ass back and forth on my rod while rubbing
her clit and moaning. My eyes were fixated on my pussy juice covered cock as it slipped in
and out of her.
I’m still amazed something that small, that tight, can take my meat, not for nothing, but the
shit ain’t small. And what’s more, her capacity for fucking is off the fucking charts, with her
virgin ass. I still consider her that because she’s new to the game. My first ever-virgin, and my
last, I’m keeping her. My dick had decided that one, and my heart wasn’t far behind.
This was our third fuck of the day, and it still wasn’t enough, damn! Her pussy must be
lined with crack as addicting as the shit is. It’s either that or that face of hers, fucking
gorgeous for no damn reason. She has the kind of beauty that follows you into your dreams to
fuck with your head.
Sweet, innocent, with an edge of sexy that no amount of money can buy. And her body…
fuck me! Her fat ass is a thing of beauty, round, firm and high, a neat little waist and firm tits
with nipples that always seem to be standing at attention beneath those catholic school girl
blouses she likes to wear.
When I was through nutting deep inside her unprotected cunt, I pulled out and hoped for
the best. It’s the first slip up, but it probably won’t be the last, we’ve only been fucking each
other for a week after all, since the day I busted her cherry at the end of my dick.
A whole week where I fuck her as soon as I see her. Because of her, I haven’t got shit done
in the last few days, too hung up on the feel of her pussy as it slides on and off my dick; trick
pussy! Me, the guy who never gets caught, had finally slipped and stumbled.
She got down off the bed while I looked down at my dick that was still unbelievably hard.
Shit, surprise the fuck outta me on a daily basis. Ever since, I took her that first time in fact. I
watched her pick her clothes up off the floor, hiding behind them in that endearingly shy way
of hers and got up from the bed to go to her.
I couldn’t resist pulling her back into my arms for one last hug and a kiss to her forehead.
“You want me to run you home?” She shook her head, keeping it down, hiding those eyes from
me. Eyes that captivate me each time I look into them. Sometimes, like now, I’m amazed and
still a little bit shocked that I’d found her.
We’re probably the last two people that should’ve ever met, but such is life. “Still afraid?”
She nodded, and I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her in tight. “I told you I’d take care
of it; there’s nothing to be afraid of.”
She’d just turned eighteen, was in her last year of high school and living with her sister
and brother in law after the death of her parents a year ago. We met by chance a little more
than a month ago when my driver, the fuck, almost ran her over in the rain.
At first, because of the darkness outside the car window and her bedraggled look from
being soaked in the downpour, I’d mistaken her for a street urchin. It didn’t matter though, I’d
stepped out of the car to see to her, and that’s when I’d seen it, that beauty that even as rough
as she looked still showed through.
I’d made her get into the car against her protest and taken her home. She hadn’t said
much, just her name, Michele. But when we pulled up to the house, she said was her home I
got a pain in my gut. “You live here?” She picked up her head and looked at me for the first
time.
 “Yes!” She’d reached for the door with a thank you thrown over her shoulder before I
stopped her. “The guy that lives there is he your brother?” Please be her fucking cousin or
some shit. I already hate that hump; don’t let me become that guy, the kind that would whack
a fuck for his chick.
“No, my brother in law.” I released the breath I’d drawn in while awaiting her answer.
“Okay!” I hadn’t said anything more to her, just watched as she got out of the car and climbed
the steps to the house. Her brother in law, what are the fucking odds.
“Where to now, boss?”
“Where the fuck you think in this bullshit?” He just shook his head and drove the few
blocks to my high-rise apartment on the Upper West Side. I’m not sure what the fuck his
problem is, he asked a stupid question and got an abrasive answer. Now his dumb ass is
sulking.
“You seen her around before?”
“Nah, boss, first time.”
“Did we know he had a sister in law?”
“I heard something through the grapevine a while ago but never paid it much mind. I think
his wife’s parents died in a wreck or some shit like that if memory serves.”
Hmm, I have to think about this. I don’t fuck with my enemies if I can avoid it because
somebody always ends up in the intensive care unit when that shit happens, never me! And I
hate this fuck worse than poison, and he hates me just as much, not that I give a fuck.
Our beef goes way back, years in fact. To when he broke my sister’s heart, and she took off,
only to be found in a ditch a week later. They claim she’d died from exposure, and his alibi
was tighter than a virgin’s snatch, but I still held him responsible, still do in fact.
I hadn’t seen him in years, once he went back to the college he was going to at the time,
and I went back to mine, not until he moved back into the city a few years ago. I ran into him
quite by accident, and it took three guys to take me off of him. The asshole cops were called,
not that they could do shit.
Ever since then, I’ve made a point of staying as far away from this fuck as possible. I knew
for a fact that when he’s found in the Hudson, all fingers will be pointed at me and rightfully
so, but now was not the time. Fuck, figures. The one-woman I’ve wanted to sniff in months,
and she’s related to that fuck.
 fter that night in the rain, I found myself driving by her place at least once a day like a
fucking hump. Sometimes I’d sit in the car at the end of the block like a stalker fuck
longing for a glimpse of her. It was more because I was trying to convince myself that
she couldn’t possibly be as beautiful as I remembered.
Those first two days, I didn’t see shit. It’s like she’d up and left with the fucking wind. Then
day three is when it happened. Dray the fuck, or none of the other guys in my crew could find
shit out about her. Maybe because we didn’t know shit about her, and I wasn’t about to ask for
fear of word getting back to him, the asshole brother in law.
“Hey boss, isn’t that her?” He’d said that same shit at least three times each day we’d been
here the fuck, and each time he’d been wrong. This time I knew before I saw all of her that it
was indeed her, though. How did I know? My dick went on high fucking alert and nosed his
ass up to the gate, ready to break free and damage some shit.
I got out of the car, not giving any thought to the asshole catching sight of me. His ass
should be downtown robbing people in that high paying broker’s job of his anyway the fuck.
“Michele!” I called out to her from a few feet away, and she turned. I didn’t approach any
further because I wasn’t sure she remembered me until her eyes widened and she blushed.
It’s a good thing she looked down at her feet because I needed those few seconds to catch
myself. The fuck is this? My heart felt like something was pressing down hard on it, and I
found it hard to breathe. I found myself rubbing my hand against my chest for some relief.
“Come here.” I was a little bit surprised when she took the few steps towards me without
question. Not like these chicks today that have to put you through fucking ten paces before
you can get a hello. It was the first time I realized how docile she was. A couple more months
in this city, she’d change though I bet.
“Are you now coming from school?” No, Damien, you fuck, she’s wearing that uniform for
kicks. She nodded her head and bit into her lip. “Lift your head up!” She did it but slowly, and
I drew in my breath when I got my first real look at her. “How the fuck are you so pretty?” I,
of course, had no meant to say that dumb shit out loud, but there you have it.
“You wanna go grab a coffee or something to eat?” Sure Damien, because she’s fifty-five
and just in time for the early bird special. The fuck, coffee? I’m losing my shit. I don’t think I
gave her time to answer before taking her hand and leading her back to the car.
“Where to boss?” This fuck! I named one of my favorite little hole in the wall eateries, and
he drove off. All this time she hadn’t said two words. “You don’t have to hug the door, babe.
I’m not going to hurt you.” I sat as close to my own door as I could, showing her how non-
threatening I was.
It didn’t occur to me that I’d just damn near kidnapped her and now she was in a car with
two strange men. “Fuck, Dray, stop the car.” He screeched to a halt and eased up to the
sidewalk. I got out and walked around to her side to let her out.
I reached in the took her out by her hand before slamming the door closed. “Why don’t we
walk?” It was a nice day for it, and we were right outside the park, so why not. I gave a
fleeting thought to her brother in law but decided in the moment that if the choice is having
to deal with him or leaving her feeling scared I could kill his ass sooner than I had planned.
We’d walked ten damn blocks with her hand in mine and me throwing out questions at her
like an automaton. I learned her last name, her age, which was legal thank fuck, and a little
bit more but not much. I didn’t broach the subject of her brother in law, not that first day.
We’d spent the hour at the restaurant talking in that getting to know you kinda way. I
learned her shyness was the real deal. She’d been raised in some hick town in Ohio
somewhere and was scared shitless of the city. Before moving here, she’d been homeschooled
of all things. I didn’t even know they still did that shit in this country.
 “Do you have a boyfriend?” It was the last question I asked her at the little round table
where we sat watching people walk by outside in between taking sips of the coffee that I had
no interest in and the apple juice she was taking sips of.
She shook her head and tore into the napkin in her hands. “You do now!” Her head had
popped up at that, and the look in her eyes almost got her fucked right there at the table in
front of the plate-glass windows. “Come on, let’s get you home.”
I took her home and watched her walk inside again with an odd feeling in my chest.
Sometimes in life, you meet someone that you hate to even hang up the phone with, I hated to
see her walk away and close that door between us. It’s only as we were driving away that I
realized I’d forgotten to ask her one pertinent thing.
“Fuck, I don’t know the name of her school.”
“We’ll get it, boss, can’t be that hard.” You’d think. In a city, some people call Sodom and
Gomorrah; they sure have a shit ton of catholic schools in this bitch. It took me another two
damn days to find her and only because shit had come up that needed my attention, and I
couldn’t stake out her place.
By the end of that first week, I’d got all the information I needed to keep track of her. She
didn’t have a cellphone, so I bought her one; she balked. I was coming to know her pretty well
by then, so I knew just how to get her to cave.
“Babe, this thing cost me ten grand, I can’t take it back.”
“Ten…why so much?” She looked from me to the little gift bag I held out to her. “To answer
your question, I had it customized.” The shit had been encrusted with diamonds and one blue
one that reminded me of her eyes. Just like the gem, I’d started calling her in my head.
She still looked flustered when I forced the bag on her. “It’s no big deal. I just need to be
able to reach you. I already put my numbers in there.”
“Damien?”
“Yeah, babe!”
“What do you do?”
Good question, fuck if I know. “I run my family’s real estate company.” That was putting it
mildly, but she didn’t need to know all the details now. That would come later when she
becomes my wife. It was then I knew I was well and truly fucked.
 ur first two weeks will remain with me forever. She was so damn sweet I almost didn’t
want to get her dirty with my dick, she was wifey material from her head of flyaway
auburn curls to her little pink toes. And then one Sunday, the third one after we met, I
talked her into meeting me in the park.
Until then, we’d kept it to after school in the evenings; then I’d spend the weekend
climbing the walls because she didn’t want her sister knowing about the phone I’d gotten her
and so would only sneak a call in when no one was around.
Anyway, that Sunday, she must’ve been dying of the sight of me too because she agreed
without making any fuss. Like I said, she was so sweet I was already planning to wait until we
were married to fuck, but then she showed up in those damn grey tights. Fuck me…
I’m not one to make rash decisions, but with her, everything I did was against the norm. If
she were anyone else, I would’ve fucked and bounced already. That day before I saw her, I’d
had all plans to show her around the park.
I’d already talked myself into playing shit out the way you do with a nice girl. I was
thinking of ways of getting around her asshole brother in law, like maybe waiting until she
graduated in a few weeks. One look at her ass in those things and it was game over; her time
had run out.
“Michele, look at me.” She’d been talking my ear off more than usual, but I don’t think I
heard half of what she’d said. Figures, the day she decides to open up, my eyes were fixed on
her ass. I couldn’t hear shit that came out of her mouth. I’m an ass man, oh fuck am I an ass
man, and this girl had the most perfect ass in creation.
She stopped talking and looked at me. “Come home with me.” I didn’t say so much as a
question or even a suggestion; it was a statement of fact. I called Dray, who was somewhere
outside the park in the car like the hump he is because I can’t walk through fucking Central
Park without a shadow and walked her out through the next exit.
She was nervous as hell because she knew what was coming, but there wasn’t much I
could do about that. Except show her once we got back to my place that everything was going
to be okay. I didn’t pussyfoot around once I unlocked the door and walked her in.
She’d started to head to the bank of windows that overlooked that side of the park, but I’d
picked her up in my arms and headed for the bedroom down the hall. To ease her fear, I didn’t
prolong shit once I got her in there. I just put her down on her feet next to the bed and took
her face in my hands.
I couldn’t believe this would be our first kiss; by now, she’d have been fucked to within an
inch of her life, and my dick would’ve moved on. But as I lowered my lips to hers, still keeping
my eyes on hers, I knew in my gut that those days were over.
The first taste of her lips was ambrosia; the soft strawberry flavored gloss she wore was
gone in seconds as I dove in, sending my tongue damn near to the back of her throat. Even
the way she kissed, so innocent, barely opening her mouth beneath mine until I coaxed her
with my tongue, went straight to my heart.
I started undressing her while she was distracted by my tongue playing in her mouth, and
she didn’t realize until I took off my own shirt, and she felt the smooth warmth of my chest.
“Don’t panic; this is natural. I was going to wait until we get married, but those tights did you
in babe.”
She started at my words, a look of surprise coming over her face. I hadn’t mentioned
marriage to her before, and there was no way for her to know where my mind was going, but I
was happy to see that she didn’t seem too opposed to the idea.
Not that it would’ve mattered because I’m that guy. The kind who won’t let his woman walk
away from him for any reason. The kind who wouldn’t take no for an answer in a situation like
this. “Finish undress me.”
She looked down at my pants, which is all that was left once I kicked off my shoes, and her
little hands trembled when she reached for the tab of my zipper, which felt like forever. I was
hoping by then, she didn’t see my dick and grabbed her hand to stop her.
“Never mind, I’ll do it.” If she gets a look at the anaconda, she will run screaming outta
here. Better let her feel him first. I drew her back into my arms for another kiss and to feel
her soft breasts pressed into my chest.
The kiss this time grew heated real fast, maybe because we both knew what the other
tasted like. I used the fact that she was distracted once again to lose my slacks and eased her
over to the bed that the maid had already made.
She felt like heaven pressed up against my length, and I wrapped her up tight until I was
afraid I would hurt her with my strength. She was tense as soon as we hit the bed, and I
realized that as shy as she’s been with me, and as sweet as I found her, I never gave much
thought to her being a virgin.
I didn’t want to ask her now though for fear of being disappointed. My cock had already
started spitting out precum at the thought, and right on its heels was the fear that I might
hurt her with my dick. That fuck has never been so confused. He wanted in yesterday, but the
thought of hurting her in any way gave him pause.
In the end, I did the only thing I could. As much as I just wanted to drive my cock into her
and fuck until this feeling of need abated, I knew I had to take care of her first. So I left her
lips and made my way down her body, nibbling and sucking on everything in my path.
Her tits were a thing of fascination, hard, high, and firm. I spent a lot of time getting
acquainted, licking, sucking, biting, all the while listening to the sounds she made and storing
them away in my memory bank. She likes to be bitten, not too hard, but hard enough to sting,
that shit makes her nipples hard as fuck.
I licked my way down her middle until I came to the place I was dying to taste and lifted
her ass in my hands. That ass, damn, it felt even better than it looked and fit in my hands
perfectly as if made just for them.
I took my time looking at her pretty pussy, something I don’t remember doing before.
Pussies were for fucking, not admiring, hers I admired the fuck out of. It was bare, smooth,
and pink. Inside, she was a raspberry color that bled into a deeper shade of pink, the more I
opened her up with my fingers.
My mouth hurt for a taste as I lowered my head and sniffed her scent. She even smelled
different, like a flower fresh from the rain or morning dew. And her taste, sweet merciful fuck,
her taste was unlike anything I’d ever had before.
I licked all around her cunt lips teasingly before attacking her clit and sucking it into my
mouth before lapping at her cunt with the flat of my tongue. She moved in my hands, her ass
making circular motions as she pushed her pussy hard against my mouth.
And when I gave her my tongue, driving it in deep, she damn near scalped me. I could’ve
eaten her out the whole day, but the beast wasn’t having that shit, he’d waited long enough,
that fuck had even started having running conversations in the last day or so in which he
questioned my sanity and what the fuck I thought I was doing playing this game with my
enemy’s kin.
Greedy fuck, he just wanted to fuck. Accustomed as he was to our fuck and bounce game,
he couldn’t understand why I’d changed shit up without warning. Add the fact that we’d
finally found his owner, and he didn’t know how the fuck to act.
 tried pressing him into the bed to give myself some time, but he jumped and revolted
until I pulled my tongue out of her and got settled between her thighs. I was still
trying to hide him from her, so as much as I wanted to fuck her mouth at this point, I
decided to forego that foreplay for next time.
Taking my unruly cock in hand, I lead it to her opening and let the head pop in. It was then
reality hit when I realized that she was all the way pure and innocent, and that shit wasn’t just
for show. I didn’t know until I eased my cock deeper into her and felt the tight barrier of her
maidenhead that I was into that shit.
My heart hurt. It became so full, and in my head, there was a mantra taking place. Mine,
mine, mine, fucking mine. In that split second, I’d been thrown back in time, Cro-Magnon man
like a motherfucker.
I didn’t want anyone anywhere near her ever again, would kill anyone who tried. Those
were the thoughts running through my head when I felt that little piece of flesh tear under the
pressure of my thirteen-inch cock. I think I looked down at her in surprise, still not quite
believing it.
On top of everything else I’d come to feel for her in the short time we’d known each other,
the sense of possessiveness I felt in that moment was astounding. The fiery need in my gut
didn’t die, but it was tempered with something softer, something that came from a place that I
kept well out of reach of anything that wasn’t my blood.
I stopped with my cock buried halfway inside her and let the new feelings wash over me
while giving her time to adjust. I could feel the strain in the tight muscles of her tummy as she
braced herself for who knows what. She might be right to do that shit, though, because I don’t
think my cock has ever been this damn out of control.
It was hard as fuck getting inside her; her pussy was that tight. For a minute there, I
thought I might have to give up trying; she was already starting to tear up; I don’t do tears.
But the thought of stopping now when we were so close didn’t sit well with me either, so I set
about calming her down and taking her mind off the sledgehammer that was lodged just
inside her snatch.
It wasn’t easy, but a few soft kisses and murmurs of encouragement and my finger pressed
between us on her clit did the trick. I felt the first trickle of pussy juice leak from her cunt
since the one she’d produced for my mouth had long dried up with fear and breathed a sigh of
relief.
It took me damn near half an hour to work eight of my thirteen inches inside her, but once
I did, I felt like I’d just closed my biggest deal or some fuck. I ain’t never in my life been that
damn happy to get inside a pussy. I felt like crying myself.
I worked her with my fingers on her clit as I sawed my cock in and out, going deeper with
each stroke until I saw my shit in her belly and almost gave myself a heart attack. Now mind
you, I haven’t fucked anything this young since I was a teen myself, preferring as I did a more
mature woman in my bed. So for a second, I thought I’d hurt her beyond repair.
But a look in her eyes showed that she wasn’t unduly stressed, no more than was expected
for a virgin being skewered by a thirteen-inch dick anyway, so I carried on. I found that
kissing her took her mind off of everything else, so I spent a lot of time on her lips.
I wanted everything at once with her; I wanted to taste her nipples while I fucked, but her
short ass put a crick in my neck when I tried. That didn’t stop me, though, because I noticed
how her pussy reacted to my attention. How it tightened even more and juiced all over my
cock when I sucked down hard on one of them.
So I damn near broke my neck to give her pleasure and was rewarded by the sweet
warmth of her nectar as it washed my cock down to my balls. I got so lost in her; I didn’t even
realize when I had my whole cock in her until my balls slapped against her ass.
“You’re taking all of me, babe!” Thank fuck. But now that I was balls deep inside her with
nowhere else to go, I couldn’t move as I’d like, her pussy was too tight for that. Even when I
spread her legs wide, opening her up, it was still a tight fit.
In the end, that too was to my benefit. Because I had to take my time to make sure I didn’t
hurt her unnecessarily, I was able to feel all of her. The silk walls of her cunt as they
undulated around my throbbing cock, the way her pussy pulsed like a heartbeat each time I
fucked in, and out of her, it all went to my head and pulled her deeper into my heart.
As someone who never left his heart open when it came to fucking, it was a new
experience for me, like we were both sharing a lot of firsts together. I looked at her beneath
me, really looked at her, and saw more than just a temporary bedmate. I saw forever in her
eyes.
It shook me to the damn core, and at that moment, I knew that there would be no one else
after her. The shit was mind-blowing. I’ve heard of shit like this happening to weak ass men
and had thought myself above it; nope. Her pussy owned me from the word go.

T HAT WAS our first time together. I find it hard to believe that it was just a week ago, because
of the way things had progressed so quickly between us. Now my only worry is getting her out
of my enemy’s house.
I’d told her sometime during the last week about my past with her brother in law and why I
hated his guts, full disclosure. She hadn’t had much to say, but I got a weird feeling from her
then and every time after when I made mention of his name.
Since then, I’ve been trying to draw shit out of her about her life at home, but up until this
point, she’s been very close-mouthed. Because I’d taken her that first time on a Sunday, all of
our encounters have been after school in the evening when I picked her up and brought her
back here with me.
Now the weekend was upon us, and I wasn’t planning on staying away from her for two
whole days like some teenager who needed his parents’ permission. “Let’s go take a shower.”
She looked at the clock before looking back at me. Today she’d been here longer than the last
few days and could see she was a bit wary.
She’s been telling her sister that she was going to the library after school, something else I
didn’t agree with, but I was trying to give her the respect of letting her handle shit on her
own. If that gets in the way of my being able to see her, though, that shit might die a quick
death.
I took her into the bathroom and started the shower before leading her into the stall. I had
all intentions of cleaning her up, but once I started running the soapy washcloth between her
legs, my mind went to other things.
Before you know it, I was at her again. It started out with a kiss, innocent enough, but this
kiss happened to be coupled with my hands moving the washcloth back and forth over her
pussy. Before long, the cloth was gone, dropped somewhere on the floor, and with my luck
was on its way to stop up the drain, which I gave less than a fuck about at this point.
When my bare hand touched her warm wet cunt as my tongue played hide and go seek in
her mouth, that’s all it took for my cock to be on the rise again. “Hop up here.” I helped her
up, and she wrapped her legs around my hips as my dick went on another search and destroy
mission.
As usual, I had to work my cock for a good five minutes until her tight folds opened up
enough to let me in, all the while looking down between us ta hi progress. I like the way she
grabs at me as soon as she gets a taste of my cock, the way she comes alive in my arms,
unlike any other time.
I smiled at her as I pulled her down on my cock, another first for me, the fuck am I smiling
about? Fucking is a serious matter. But with her, I can’t seem to help that shit; it comes from
my heart. I pushed her hair out of the way and stared at her neck.
For the past week, I’ve left my mark on her somewhere each time we fucked; today hadn’t
been any different. But these marks are usually on her tits or her ass, even her inner thigh,
places that no one else will ever see, at least they better fucking not.
But some perverse fuck that lives inside of me and rears his crazy fuck head at the worst of
times decided he’d had enough of that shit. She tensed up when I put my teeth to her neck
because she knew what I was about to do to her.
I don’t know how her sister or anyone else can buy the story that she’s been going to the
library when she walks bow-legged each time she leaves my bed, but that’s the story we’ve
been selling all week.
 If I mark her now, the gig will be up, and I know she’s terrified of that happening. “Let
me!” Fuck if I’ma let my woman deny me because of that hump. The rational part of me, the
part that wants to protect her at all cost, told me to chill, to pull the fuck back, but that little
imp fuck told him to fuck off somewhere.
So I did and was glad for it. Her pussy does amazing things to my cock when I mark her,
but the added element of fear made that shit go into overdrive. “Shit, let go!” Her snatch had
a death grip on my cockmeat as she came again, cutting off my circulation for a hot minute
until I took my teeth from her neck.
I licked the spot to ease the sting and started pile driving my cock into her again now that
he had the freedom to move. Her little arms and legs were fighting to hold on, so I leaned her
back against the wall and proceeded to fuck the ever-living shit out of her.
Her screams echoed around the marble shower stall as I pounded into her, chasing orgasm
number five or six, who the fuck knows. Sometimes I pull out long enough to cum on her
stomach before putting my cock back in her again, so I count that shit as one.
In the back of my mind, I kept reminding myself to pull out this time, not to fuck around
and cum inside her again, one fuck up was enough. But when I felt that sweet tingle in my
balls, all I could think of was how good it felt to cum inside her, to give her my seed. “FUCK!”
I shot off inside her again.
 he was acting way too nervous for an eighteen-year-old who as just an hour later than
usual. Especially for someone who lives with her sister and not her parents, who I’d
expect to be a little more strict. From what she’d said, her sister was only twenty-five, two
years younger than me, and the asshole she was married to.
“You sure you don’t want me to take you home?” Again she shook her head no, but I was
watching her face, and I didn’t like what I saw. I didn’t let on though, just called the cab for
her like she wanted and walked her downstairs.
While we stood in the vestibule waiting for the town car to pull up, I got my phone out and
texted Dray to come around the corner and wait. I walked her out to the car and kissed her
goodbye before seating her inside, and Dray was there before the cab reached the end of the
block.
“Where we going, boss?” This fuck.
“Follow them, you fuck.”
“Boss, have you noticed you…
“No, I ain’t noticed shit, now drive the damn car.”
“Damn, boss, rabid much.”
“You do realize that I’m sitting behind you right, and you know I’m carrying. I’ll put one in
your fucking head you keep talking at me.”
“We’ll both die if I crash.”;
“I’m pretty sure I’d make it. Now watch the damn road and shut the hell up.” He muttered
something beneath his breath, which is where he’d better keep it; he wants to retain all his
damn teeth. I know what he was about to say, but I don’t want to hear it. How the hell would
he feel if he had to send his woman into his enemy’s house day after day? Shit just don’t feel
right.
We followed the cab from three cars back, and I was surprised when the car dropped her
off at the end of the block one street over instead of taking her to her door. That little guy in
my gut was on some other shit now. Unless she expects her sister to be watching out the
window, why couldn’t she let him take her to the door?
“That look fucked to you, Dray?”
“Just a little.” He looked at me in the rearview all semblance of the asshole gone, but
neither of us said anything more. “Home!” We drove back the way we came, and he walked
into the building with me.
I twirled my hand in the air as soon as I opened the door, and he got out his little gadget
and swept the room. “We’re clear.”
“Okay, so what the fuck you think is going on with her? You’ve seen her coming and going
for the last week, don’t you find that she’s a bit too careful?”
“Yeah, I wasn’t sure at first, I thought it was because of where she grew up and shit, but
I’m not so sure anymore, she’s way too timid for a teenage girl. Did you check her for marks?”
“I did, I didn’t see anything to send off my alarms, but there’re ways to hurt someone
without it showing.”
‘True, what do you want to do?”
“I need to get ahold of her phone, I should’ve done this shit from the get, but my mind
wasn’t there yet.” Yeah, I need eyes and ears inside that place so I can see what the hell she’s
so afraid of.

MICHELE
I FELT sick as soon as I saw the door up ahead; in fact, as soon as I turned the corner to come
here. My knees grew weaker with each step I took up the stone steps leading to the front
door, and there was a slight tremble in my hand when I put the key in the lock and turned. I
held my breath and braced for whatever was awaiting me beyond the door and sighed in relief
when there was no one there.
That’s one of the scariest things I’ve experienced in the last year so far, that feeling of
always being watched, of opening doors and seeing someone lurking there. It terrifies me.
I made my way to my room and closed the door softly behind me, maybe they weren’t home
yet, which is the only time I get any peace, except for when I’m with Damien. This last month
has been like something out of a dream, coming as it was in the midst of my own personal
hell.
I locked the door slowly, hoping that the sound didn’t carry if they were inside. I only
needed enough time to hide the phone in the one place I knew they wouldn’t look, behind the
vent in the ceiling of the closet. I doubt they even know it can be moved.
I took off my school uniform and hurried into a pair of baggy sweats and a long sleeve shirt
even though the weather was nice enough to wear less, but in this house, it pays to be
prepared.
I felt bile rise in my chest at the thought and fought back the tears that always threaten
when I’m here. Slumping down on the bed, I pulled the pillow into my lap and hugged it as I
rocked back and forth in misery.
I feel like two different people here lately. The me that’s happy and free when I’m in his
arms, in his bed, and the me who lives in fear of hearing the doorknob turn in the middle of
the night.
I looked towards the nightstand where the picture of Debbie and me sat. The Debbie I used
to know and love when I was younger. It’s those memories that keep my tongue still, that
prevents me from telling anyone the truth about my life in this house.
I laid back across the bed and stared up at the ceiling sightlessly as my mind wandered.
It’s something I’ve learned to do since moving here. I was already broken from the deaths of
my parents who’d been taken so suddenly and seeking solace from my sister, my closest living
relative, but I’d walked right into a trap of her making.
I had no idea she’d changed this much, or that her mind could even conceive of the things
they do. Had I known that day at the graveside when they’d both spoken so kindly to me that
my life would become what it has, I would’ve chosen a life on the streets. Anything would’ve
been better than this, than living in fear each and every day.
I heard a sound outside the door and sat up with a quivering in my tummy that made its
way up to my lungs. There was a dull ringing in my ears, and I had the worst urge for the
bathroom, but there was no way I was opening that door on my own. One of them will be here
soon enough to open it or force me to.
If only I had the courage to tell Damien the truth, but I’m too afraid of the consequences of
what might happen after I open my mouth and even mention the horror that goes on behind
these closed doors.
 hen I didn’t hear anything more coming from behind the door, I left the bed and
tiptoed across the room to grab the diary I kept in my other hiding place in the
closet behind the boxes of stuff they’d stored there and long forgotten, or so I hope.
It was pass coded, which is the only reason I wasn’t afraid of them finding it, and written in
a language only I would understand. It’s something I’d made up when I was about seven or
eight, but I doubt Debbie remembers anything about it, or that it would even be something
her warped mind would recall.
Inside were all my innermost thoughts and fears. If anyone were to read it, they’d no doubt
see the changes and realize that something had gone very wrong about a year or so ago. It’s
only then that I’d had the need to use the special coded language.
Before that, my entries were usually short and sweet, filled with whatever I’d done that day
in the home I shared with my parents and my friends in the neighborhood where I grew up,
most of whom had been homeschooled as well. We were a sheltered bunch sure, but that
didn’t keep us from enjoying things like any normal kid. Those days seem so far away now like
they belonged to someone else, or another lifetime entirely.
I sifted through the entries from the past year until I came to the last few entries. I needed
to add today’s happenings so I could look back at them and feel the joy and love I felt when I
was with him. I have a sinking feeling that pretty soon that’s all I’m going to have left of us is
the memories, and I want to write them down while they’re still fresh in my mind and heart.
My hand flew across the page as I wrote all that was in my heart, reliving the feelings from
the moment I left the schoolyard and saw him waiting there for me. My heart, which I’d long
started to believe was dead, had come alive at the sight of him, and the smile that came
across my face was genuine and heartfelt.
I remember clearly how attentive he was, the way he always is with me. The way he
stepped out of the car and opened the door for me himself instead of letting the driver take
care of it. The way it felt when he placed his hand on my back protectively and helped me in
before closing the door before walking around to his side and getting in.
I’d learned to ignore the stares and whispers from my classmates as they looked on though
it scared me half to death. The fewer people who know about us, the better. But he’d refused
to do anything differently since the first day he picked me up there unless I gave him a good
enough reason, which I couldn’t. Not unless I wanted him to see more than I was ready to
share right now, or maybe ever.
The only place I’ve been able to get my way when it comes to holding him off is when it
comes to home, and when I think about it, that’s the one place I really wish he’d put his foot
down and insist. No, that’s not fair; he has no idea what’s going on here, though he has a
healthy disrespect for the monster my sister is married to.
He’d told me the story of what he suspects had happened to his sister, and I believed him
without a doubt. As much as he hates him, I doubt even he knows the true depths of just how
evil my brother in law really is. My only question is, how had he so easily got my sister to
follow in his footsteps?
Sometimes I dream of running away. In fact, the night Dray almost ran me over; I was on
my way to the park to hideout until I could come up with a better plan. I’d been staking out
the place for a while, a little shanty town beneath one of the long-forgotten tunnels in the
park where the homeless found refuge. I won’t say they lived there, because no one can, but
at least it offered some shelter from the elements.
It figures that on the night I finally got brave enough to actually go through with it, it had
rained cats and dogs. Still, I would’ve carried on had I not had that run-in with Damien. I’d
been too embarrassed and afraid to tell him the truth, and so had ended up giving him my real
address.
Thank goodness, my sister and her husband had been out that night and weren’t back
when I snuck back in. That night I’d dreamt about the hot guy in the expensive suit who’d
stepped out of the even more expensive car to see if I was okay.
I relived every second I’d been in his presence, no doubt blowing it all out of proportion
until it became something more than it really was. Even his voice had drawn me in, as if each
word, each syllable, was a direct link to my nerve endings. And that forceful way about him
that I’d felt even in that one short time spent together in the confines of the car.
The next day I’d made up my mind to try again. My time was running out, and I only had a
few short weeks until school was out. That’s when they’d decided to carry out their sick
twisted plans. At least I’d bought some time there, though they weren’t doing it for me, but to
safeguard themselves.
I would’ve tried again no matter the consequences had Damien not come looking for me.
He’s the one good thing about this city, about my whole life since my parents died in fact, but
I’m about to lose him because there’s no way I can stay in this city any longer.
I’ve been taking these last few days for myself, storing up all the love and adoration he’s
offered me, for a time in the future, a time when he’s no longer there. Because I can’t get him
in the middle of my nightmare, even if I could overcome the shame to even bring it up to him.
School ends next Friday. I can only think of the graduation I’m going to miss, though it’s
not that much of a big deal. As a homeschooler, it would’ve been nothing more than a
gathering of other kids like myself, not the big to-do they have in high schools across the
country. Plus, I hardly know any of the girls at my school though I’ve been there for the better
part of a year.
I was too ashamed to make friends with anyone, though at first, I’d been so excited to be in
a classroom for the first time since I was about twelve and mom and dad decided to take me
out of school because of what they saw as a decline in the system.
Thinking about that, about how protective they were of their young daughters, I could only
be glad that they weren’t here to see what had become of my sister, their oldest child. I pulled
my thoughts back from there since there was no point. She as no longer the daughter they’d
raised.
My hand faltered as I wrote the words next Friday with three stars next to them. My heart
raced sickeningly in my chest as I thought of what it meant. I hadn’t been this afraid the last
time I tried to make a run for it, and I knew I felt this way only because of Damien. I don’t
want to lave him, but I have no choice; they’d left me with none.
 ’m climbing the fucking walls here. It’s Sunday night, and I haven’t heard or seen
her since she left here on Friday. I knew there was a possibility that I wouldn’t, but I
had no idea how that shit would make me feel.
I paced my place back and forth until I was tired of the sight of the park outside. Nothing
held my interest for more than a few seconds, and if this fuck Dray says one more thing to me,
I’m gonna end his ass. “You want me to go get her? It would be a quick in and out.”
He was serious too. He wanted me to authorize a grab in broad daylight in the middle of
fucking New York City. If he weren’t as good at what he does as he is, I’d have buried his ass
somewhere already.
It’s only here in the privacy of my home that he shows his true colors when we’re out and
about he plays the buffoon very well, but there’s a reason for that; the fucking FEDs won’t
stay out my ass. Ever since gramps stepped down and passed the baton to me, all eyes have
been looking my way.
Trying to take the business legit was harder this way, but it’s something I’d promised to do
ever since I was old enough to understand what all the ‘uncles’ and ‘cousins’ that hung
around our family mansion was about. Why ma and I, along with my sisters, never went
anywhere alone.
The Lazaros had a reputation long before I came into the world, going back to the days
when my great-great-grandfather stepped off the boat at Ellis Island more than a hundred
years ago. I’m the first one to want to change shit up, something that did not sit well with
everyone.
But as the only son of the daughter my gramps favored, he’d passed the reins to me amid
objections that I’d stomped the fuck out as soon as my ass landed in that seat at the head of
the table. Pops could care less; he’d never been part of the business, which when I think
about it is strange as fuck since he’s the only one.
But because gramps had a soft spot for his only kid, he’d allowed her to marry the boy she
chose, a kid from a family of lawyers of all things. I’m still celebrating Xmas and Hanukah
because of her shit.
On one side I have gramps, who ran half of the New York underground that stretched all
the way into Jersey and Philly, and on the other, I have bubbie, who came from a family of
merchants who’d made sure their offspring got the best education this country had to offer. In
other words, half my family was either lawyers, doctors, or businessmen, and the other half
was straight up thugs.
My great uncles, gramps’ brothers, and their sons thought the business should’ve been
split between me, and them, but gramps had other ideas. That’s where Dray the fuck came in.
He’s the asshole gramps stuck on my ass three years ago when he passed the business over to
me.
I didn’t need a shadow and told the old man as much, but when he said it was either I keep
the fuck or walk away, I had no choice. I give him shit, but he knows his shit. Funny thing is,
he’s more like my dad’s side of the family if you know what I mean—Ex Mossad with a mean
streak a mile wide.
His over-educated ass isn’t only here as muscle either, though most people don’t know
that. But he’s playing an essential part in helping me bring the almost billion-dollar franchise
into the light. When people say crime don’t pay, I wonder what the fuck crime they’re talking
about. Ours paid like a motherfucker.
But now it wasn’t the business that had me worried, though I’d stayed up many a night
with that shit. We were almost in the clear there. No, it’s this little slip of a girl no taller than
my damn shoulder who’s tying me up in knots.
 “We can’t risk it; maybe another drive-by?” He looked at me skeptically. We’d been by that
house about four times already in the last two days, and it looked like nobody lived in that
bitch. Not even lights were on, not that we could see from the front, and I’m tempted to go
ring the bell and be done with this shit.
I’m holding out because of her fear, but on the other hand, that’s the shit that makes me
want to go after her. Just what the hell is she so afraid of that she won’t even call me from
inside? I know that fuck her sister’s married to is a spawn from hell, but what about the
sister? Wouldn’t she protect her baby sister from that monster?
“Damien, chill; she goes to school tomorrow you’ll see her then, and we can get to the
bottom of what’s going on.” I looked at my watch. It was already seven in the evening. “I
guess you’re right.” I couldn’t kick the feeling that something was off, though, and knew I
would get no sleep that night.

B RIGHT AND EARLY THE next morning, I was sitting in the car outside the gates of her school. I’m
usually here after last bell in the evening, but there’s no way I was going to make it through
the day without seeing her and making sure she was okay.
I saw her walking down the sidewalk and started to get out and go to her, but she made a
detour. I thought she was going to the little convenience store, but she walked around the side
of it. “The fuck is she doing back there?” She was back less than two minutes later, but she
was a little bit lighter than when she went in.
“She lost the bag, boss.”
“I see that! You know what to do.” I stepped out of the car in the early morning with a
shitload of kids on the sidewalk, making enough noise to break the ordinance. “Michele!” Her
head came up, and she looked over at me in surprise.
I noticed a few things at once, one, where most of the other kids were paired up, my girl
was alone, and two, she looked sad as fuck. I got a pain in my gut as she came to me. I didn’t
know until she was standing in front of me how much I missed her.
I didn’t care about the asshole kids that were sticking their noses in my shit instead of
taking their asses to class like they were supposed to, I just ignored them and pulled her into
my arms. “Why do you look so sad, baby?”
“I’m not sad.”
“Don’t lie to me.”
I may have only known her for a short while, but I’ve come to know her facial expressions
pretty well. I use to think that sadness that would sometimes overcome her was due to her
parents being gone, but now I’m not so sure.
“It’s nothing, really. I’ll see you this evening?” I knew she was trying to get rid of me, to
evade my prying eyes, but I let her go anyway. “Yeah, I’ll be here.” I was surprised when she
got up on her toes and kissed me. The kiss was for shit, something you’d give your
grandmother or some shit, but it went straight to my heart and made me smile like an idiot.
I watched her walk away until she was no longer in sight before walking back to the car. I’d
kept her back turned while Dray had gone after the bag she’d left in the alley behind the
store, so she didn’t see him walk back and put it in the backseat.
My mind switched gears once again when I climbed into the car and saw the little cloth
bag. What could she possibly have in there? And why was she hiding it? “Did you look in
here?”
“Of course not boss.” He sulked like an old woman before driving off. “We going in?”
I heard the unspoken words in that shit. He meant to ask, are we getting any work done
today since you fucked off the whole weekend? I just glared at his ass and didn’t bother
answering. Ten minutes later, we were pulling into the underground garage of my office
building.
 e might as well had gone back to the penthouse because as soon as we got into
the office and swept it for the one-hundredth time, I sat the bag on my desk and
stared at it for a good five minutes. “You want me to…”
“No, you fuck!” I pulled it out of his reach, his impatient ass huffed and sat back in his
chair. I don’t know why I’m so apprehensive about opening this shit, but something in my gut
is going the fuck off.
I can’t get into trouble right now; that’s why I’ve let things go as far as they have. I’m
waiting for the FTC fucks to sign on the bottom line, the last hurdle in my step towards
legitimacy, and that shit has been dragging on.
Only because I’m trying to do shit the right way, had I greased a few palms it would’ve
been squared away already, but that would be defeating the purpose, thieving fucks. But if I
got heat from the asshole FEDs right now, that would sideswipe my efforts.
I know for a fact though that if I open this shit and see anything off, I’ll fuck it all out the
window for her; a girl I just met. Fuck, virgin pussy should come with a warning. I hadn’t
gone after him for what I suspect he did to my sister all those years ago, but for Michele, I’m
willing to break his fucking neck. Love, what a racket.
I pulled the bag open and looked inside, expecting to see some off-color shit, but all that
was in there was a book, looked like a journal or a diary and…clothes? That’s odd. Why is she
hiding clothes? It was only one outfit, a long-sleeved tee-shirt and a pair of jeans.
Nothing risqué that she would need to hide from the demented nuns that teach in those
places, and I should know because I’ve been to catholic school. I took out the book and turned
it over in my hand. There was a lock on it, which only raised my suspicions more.
I spent ten minutes trying to open the shit with no luck until Dray held out his hand. “Let
me have a crack at it.” I passed it to him reluctantly. “You know her birthday?” Of course, I
did, because I’ve turned into a sap.
I gave it to him. “Wouldn’t that be a bit too obvious? What would be the point?” He ignored
me and fiddled around with it, and the shit opened. “How’d you do that, it’s the first thing I
tried.”
“My little sister had one of those things; she just turned around the numbers in her
birthday, mixed them up a little.”
“You read your sister’s diary?”
“Yes!” This fuck!
He passed the book back to me, and I opened it and flipped through to the last few entries.
“The fuck is this?” Is my baby dyslexic? I couldn’t make sense of what the fuck I was looking
at.
“Let me see!” He held his hand out, and I passed it back to him. He read two lines and sat
up straight in his chair. “Damien, pen and paper.” It was the tone in his voice that set me off.
“What is it?”
“Caesar cipher.”
“What” Why the hell would an eighteen-year-old girl need that shit?”
“I don’t know, but we’re about to find out.” We spent the better part of the morning into
the afternoon decoding that shit. It was meticulous work, and I still didn’t know what the hell
she was trying to hide by the time it was time to go get her.
I’d missed lunch without noticing, and nothing had been done as far as business goes, but
at least we’d made some headway in deciphering what she’d written. All that was left was to
put it all together. “Let’s put the bag back just in case; we can always get again later.”
We left to go get her and barely made it back in time for him to put the bag back before
she came walking out the gate with the rest of the horde. The smile on her face when she saw
me helped unravel some of the knots in my gut, but not all. I have a very bad feeling about
what she’d written in that diary.
“Hi baby, had a good day?” I took the backpack off her shoulder and let her into the car
before walking around to my side. “It was fine. I’m almost done with high school, just four
more days.” She didn’t sound too excited, but I didn’t push. I had the notes we’d taken from
the diary in the trunk waiting to go over them tonight after I take her home.
I held her hand in mine for the short drive to my place and walked her into the elevator.
The door was barely closed behind us before I had her pressed up against the wall with my
tongue in her mouth and my hands on her ass.
I’d almost forgotten how good she tastes. Or what the taste of her does to me. That quick,
just the feel of her fine ass beneath my hand and the taste of whatever gloss she’d put on her
lips had my dick hard as fuck. In the back of my mind, I was wondering how this shit works.
How is it that you can sample pussy from the age of fifteen and get stumped by one twelve
years later. My cynical ass use to think they were all the same, until her. The doors opened
behind me, and I felt my way around, refusing to let go of her lips.
I kissed her all along the wall until we reached the door to my place, and I had to let her go
long enough to put the code in to get inside. I dropped her bag just inside the doorway and
attacked her clothes, being careful not to lose any buttons.
“Damn, I missed these.” I pulled her bra aside so I could get at her tits, which were just as
magnificent as her ass and feasted with teeth and tongue. There was an edge to her need
today, something I hadn’t noticed before.
I noticed it in the way she held my head against her breast, the way she pushed her nipple
forcefully against my tongue. And when I pushed my hand beneath her skirt, my shy girl
opened up her legs to give me easy access without needing to be told.
I pushed her panties out of the way and found her clit with my fingers, finding her already
wet but not nearly enough to take me. I tore the soft cotton from her, letting it drop to the
floor between her feet and drove my fingers inside of her over and over, opening her up with
one, then two, and finally three.
I didn’t stop finger fucking her until she came in my hand, that sweet pussy nectar sliding
out her tight hot cunt onto my fingers and down to my palm. Only then did I get down on my
knees in front of her. I spread her pussy open for my tongue and looked at it like I’d never
seen one before. And I certainly hadn’t, not one as beautiful as hers.
“Damn, you’ve got a pretty pussy.” I didn’t even know the shits could be this beautiful,
never took the time to notice before never had any interest more like. But because I was fast
becoming to think that this one might be the last one I ever look at for the rest of my fucking
life, why not.
The thought didn’t scare me half as much as it should’ve, somehow I just seemed to accept
it. Like I’d come to accept that almost running her over was fate. Now I put all those heavy
thoughts aside, though, and brought her to my mouth. My eyes actually closed in ecstasy
when the first taste of her exploded on my tongue.
I dug my tongue into her pussy and set about eating her out like a starving wolf. There was
no finesse to any of this shit, I wasn’t trying to score any points, and neither was she, the little
innocent. We were just a man and his woman enjoying one of the greatest pleasures in life.
 felt her fingers digging into my scalp as her hips rocked against my mouth and
ignored the pain because it meant I was giving her pleasure, that she was enjoying
this as much as me. I pulled my tongue out of her warmth and went after her clit
that had come out of hiding, and that sent her over the edge.
If I hadn’t been holding her ass between my hands, she probably would’ve flopped onto the
floor with her wild movements when she came. I lapped up all that shit as it ran out of her
then got to my feet just as she started to come down, released my cock that was painfully
hard by now and looked down between us as I began to ease it into her.
Her body started to tremble and tense up, maybe because she remembers how hard it is
for her to take my cock. Too late, I realized I should’ve taken her to my bed or at least made it
another few feet to the bed, but I wasn’t about to stop now. “It’s okay baby, open up let me
have you.”
She made the cutest little pussy hurt sounds as I watched the thick bulbous head of my
cock spread her pussy open and move in. Shit looked like a heat-seeking missile. Her pussy
could barely handle eight of my thirteen inches, so I knew once I had that much in her, I had
to work her to get her to take more.
I rested there with that eight inside her, “give me your mouth,” she was already breathing
heavily, and there was a slight look of pain in her glassy eyes when she lifted her head to do
my bidding. I ran my tongue along the inside of her mouth, giving her a taste of herself.
While she was preoccupied with my tongue in her mouth and sucking her own pussy juice
off my tongue, I started a slow in and out jabbing motion into her cunt until her juices started
to flow once again and made way for me to give her more.
I lifted her ass in my hands, tilting her body until just her shoulders remained on the wall,
spread my feet for a better stance, and fucked more of my cock into her each time I stroked.
Her little hands came to rest on my shoulders as she tried to relax and take me.
“That’s it, baby, this is all yours you have to take it.” I meant to say since your pussy’s the
only one he’s going to be feeding from now on, that her pussy will never know another man’s
touch, but thought I should keep some shit to myself. She already had some kinda issue, no
sense in scaring her off with my possessive shit.
But as I drove him into her, those thoughts ignited something inside me. I soon forgot to be
careful with her. As soon as my cock was in her ton the root, in fact, I left off all reason and
just fucked. Having her against the wall wasn’t doing shit for me, I needed to pound my cock
into her, needed to be in that most dominant of positions when a man takes his woman.
So I took her down to the hard wooden floor and slammed my cock home, only now fully
enjoying the feel of her. “That’s more like it, throw that pussy up at me.” Her face reddened at
my words, but that didn’t stop her from moving those hips against mine, harder, faster.
I was in her belly for sure, could feel that shit, and the hoarse screaming sounds she made
told me that I was still hurting her a little, but the way her pussy stayed constantly juicing told
me she was enjoying it even more.
Since there was no give on the floor, I was able to fuck into her as hard as I wanted to, and
she couldn’t get away from me. I had two days of pent up lust and longing to work off inside
her, so my cock went on a rampage.
I barely remembered to handle her with care, all the while wondering to myself how one
pussy could feel so fucking good. I was starting to believe in that love shit because the way
she made me feel when I was inside her was unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before.
When I went too deep, and she cried out, I stopped mid-stroke, just fucking stopped,
because that sounds pierced my heart. I shook my head as if coming to my senses and lifted
her in my arms with her pussy still wrapped around my cock. “Sorry, baby, I was hungry.” I
kissed her by way of an apology as I walked to the bedroom, each step driving me deeper into
her belly.
By the time I laid her across my bed, she was the one pushing her tongue in my mouth. Her
pussy was on fire as she clutched at me, and the pitiful sounds she made as she tried to reach
for orgasm only made me fuck her harder. Poor thing, she’s a danger to herself.
She could have no idea that the sounds she made, the way she pulled at me, and the sweet
cling of her pink cunt was making me mad for her. Because the bed was softer than the floor, I
had to hold her ass in my hands to keep her body close enough to fuck the way I wanted to.
“Wrap your legs around me.” I pulled her legs around my ass because she didn’t seem to
have enough strength left to do even that. This way, her pussy opened up even more, and I
had free range of motion to slide my cock in and out her without any obstructions. Just a slow,
deep in and out movement. Three deep, two shallow, and repeat.
I felt her stomach quiver two seconds before her pussy clamped down on my shit and
squeezed. “Yeah, that’s it, cum on my cock.” I fucked into her faster now, pounding her hard
and fast until she screamed and bucked beneath me, creaming my cock with that sweet pussy
slime.
“Good damn…fuck!” I felt something slide down my back and around to my balls, like an
electric shock to the system. That same feeling ran the length of my cock, and my hips went
wild. Pull out Damien you fuck; she’s eighteen years old. Fuck…you! Oh shit.
 t was hard letting her go two hours later, especially since we didn’t get a chance to
talk. I figured sometime during the third time I was fucking her, this time from
behind, that I’d just get more of the same, ‘nothing’s wrong Damien, I’m fine Damien
I promise’ bullshit she’s been giving me, so I decided to handle shit myself.
This time I didn’t argue with her about going home by herself, but Dray was there with the
car before the cab I put her in had turned the corner. She did the same shit again, and I sat in
the car at the end of her street, watching her walk up the steps.
“You fix her phone?”
“Yep!”
“Good, let’s go.” I couldn’t wait to get back to the penthouse to read the shit she’d written
in her diary. So far, we’d broken the code, but I still have to put it together, which could take
all night.
I kept the little gadget he gave me so I could listen in on her through her phone on the
table next to me as I started going over the notes. I’d already eaten earlier than I usually do
because I always feed her when she’s here, and since she has to leave me early, there’s really
no other choice.
I settled in half expecting a long night of girly bullshit, which would defeat the purpose of
me going through her shit, but in the back of my mind was the fact that she wouldn’t have
gone to the trouble of encrypting the shit if it was nothing more than drivel.
We’d only gone back a year, to when she first moved here. The first few entries were pretty
much what I’d feared, just the ponderings of an innocent teenage girl.
It was all about what she saw in the city, the many places she’d gone with her sister, and
how sad she was that her parents weren’t here to enjoy the places she’d visited with her.
I was beginning to think after three or four pages of this, which covered her first two
weeks here that maybe the encryption thing was just something she did for fun, and then I
turned the page to about a month after she’d moved here and went stone cold.
‘I overheard them last night...’ Those words alone struck fear in my heart. I kept reading
and was out of my chair before I reached the end of the page. I ran to the door with my phone
to my ear and barely stopped to grab the keys to my bike. “Dray, where are you?”
“Almost to my house, why what’s up?”
“I’m going after her, meet me there.”
“No Damien, wait for me.” I hung up the phone in his ear. Fuck that! I hopped, jumped, and
ran down the stairs and hit the garage at a sprint. My head was fucked up, and I don’t even
wanna talk about what was going on inside my cold heart.
A heart that had been half dead since the day they dragged my kid sister out of a ditch.
Michele is the first thing that had made me feel anything since then. Even the business that
had been in my family for generations don’t mean as much and never got as much of a rise
out of me.
What are the fucking odds that the same fuck that had fucked up my sister’s life was now
trying to do the same to hers? And what are the odds that she’d fallen under the fucking
wheels of my car? Life sure is strange as shit, unless you believe in that six degrees of
separation bullshit.
As I hopped on my Ducati, all I could think is that I should’ve killed him years ago. If he
touched her, if he even looks at her, I’ll end him. Fuck the fucking FEDs and anyone else who
gets in my shit. I have more than enough ways, and there’s no end of places to make him
disappear in.
I must’ve done a hundred, and that fuck still got there a few seconds before me. He has no
chill whatsoever, or maybe my tone when I made that call had tipped him off to the fact that I
was about to shed blood. He pulled up in front of their house, going the wrong way. Way not to
alert the cops, asshole.
I turned off the bike and snatched my helmet off as I walked to him. “Wait…” He put his
hand in my chest and pushed me back, taking his life in his hands. “The fuck are you doing?”
“Whatever he did, you can’t kill him, not yet. You’ve got too much heat on you right now.”
“He’s not gonna see another sunrise.”
“Then you’re not going in there.”
“You wanna bet?” He pulled his phone while I turned to walk away. “Sir, we have a
situation.” Fuck me sideways with a walking stick. This fuck passed me the phone.
“I can’t talk now, gramps; I got a thing.”
“Are you using your head, no rash decisions like we talked about?” His voice was calm and
smooth, the way it is when he’s dressing down one of his subordinates.
I gave Dray a look, which he pretended not to see. “Did you hear me, my boy? Have you
been reading your Sun Tzu?” He and this old dead fuck must’ve been childhood sweethearts
in another life or some fuck as much as he’s always pushing him.
“Gramps seriously, not….”
“Filial piety is the greatest sign of your maturity as a man.” My grandpa is an old Asian
woman born in an Italian man’s body. I know I’m not about to win this fight, so I gave him
what he wanted… for now. It was more important for me to get her out of there than to kill
that fuck right this second.
“Yes, gramps, I’ll be good.” I’m a damn ten-year-old again being scolded for bloodying the
neighborhood bully’s nose for being a dumb fuck. “Can I go now?” The people in the house
could’ve taken ten trips in the time I spent fucking around with these two.
“You will give the phone back to Drake and wait until I’m through talking to him.” What the
fuck now! I gave the phone back to bitch snitch and cooled my heels while the two of them
talked in code. “Let’s go.” He hung up the phone and walked up the steps ahead of me.
“When we’re through here, remind me to plant my foot in your ass.”
“As you wish.” He always gets snooty after talking to gramps. It’s because of the bitch
teeth in his damn mouth. He reached for the doorbell, but that shit seemed way too polite for
what we came here for. I pounded on the door like the heat, full fist.
I know how that sound can put fear in lesser men, and since this one was as low as you
could get, I figured he’d be shitting his pants or damn near to it, wondering which one of his
fucked up sins had caught up to him.
He tried that opening the door just a crack bullshit with the chain still in place, but I had
other ideas. “Who…?” I was born knowing how to approach doors without being seen, so he
only saw Dray standing there. But before he could finish his sentence, I had my foot already
planted in the door and was kicking it in.
That shit sounded loud as fuck as it splintered under the pressure of my foot, pushing him
back against the wall. He was so flustered by the sudden move that he didn’t have time to
catch himself before I was on him. “Hi, asshole, remember me?”
I pulled him up by his collar and planted my fist in his face over and over until I heard
bones crack. Gramps only said not to kill the fuck; he didn’t say shit about maiming. “Alright
boss, that’s enough go get your girl.”
“Wait, what girl?” It was the first words out of the fuck’s mouth as we heard running
footsteps heading our way.
I pushed past who I’m guessing is his wife and walked down the long hallway calling out
for her. “Michele baby, where are you?” She opened the door to the room at the end of the
hall, looking scared. “Damien? What’s going on? What’re you doing here?”
“Grab your stuff, baby; you’re coming with me.” She still didn’t move as if her feet were
stuck, but I knew she was just in shock. Seeing her, I felt my heart beat normal again and
didn’t realize that it had been damn near beating at twice its rate this whole time.
I pulled her into my arms even as her sister yelled obscenities in the background, and Dray
kept telling the asshole to keep still before he breaks his neck. I held her close and lowered
my lips to her ear after kissing her forehead. “I know, baby.”
She jerked back like I’d gut-punched her and would’ve fallen if I hadn’t still had my arms
around her. “You know? Know what?” From the tone in her voice and the way her eyes looked
around for an escape like she was being cornered, I knew she knew what I was referring to.
And when her body started to tremble, I was doubly sure.
I had to grit my teeth to hold onto my composure, torn between obeying the grandfather I
love and exacting revenge on the two people down the hall for the shit they’d put my woman
through. Again the need to get her out of there as quickly as possible won out, and I pushed
her back into the room with an order.
“Pack what you need, you’re not coming back here.” She went into flight mode, but the
thing that gutted me is the way she moved around the room, picking up shit like she’d already
mapped it out in her mind. It was obvious that these were her hiding places, the place where
she kept her phone, there was another bag with clothes, this one a little bigger than the one
she hid behind the store.
She looked at the picture of her and the sister on the nightstand for a good few seconds
before sighing and walking away. I took the stuff from her in one hand and took her hand in
the other, pulling her along behind me.
Dray had his hand across the asshole’s neck, pinning him to the wall while the sister
ineffectively pulled at him to get him off, screeching like a banshee. “Bitch shut the fuck up!”
She stopped mid-scream or yell or whatever the fuck it was she was doing and looked at me
with wild eyes.
Now I’m not one for calling a female out of her name, but chick’s lucky that’s the extent I
went to. I couldn’t help but lean in and share a little parting truth with the two of them,
though.
“You’re lucky she’s here; if not, they’d never find you. Come near her again, and there’ll be
pieces of you all over this fucking city. Dray, let’s go.” The asshole struggled hard once Dray
let him go, and when he made a move as if to grab her, I throat punched his ass…hard.
The idiot wife fell to her knees, asking if he was okay before glaring up at me to call me
names. I was only interested in the girl who’d started crying, but I wanted to kick the shit out
of her sister, I give a fuck that she has tits.
Anyone who would allow the shit she did to happen to their little sister get no respect from
me. I treat my long dead and buried sister way better than she does hers. My eyes fell on the
asshole again as I weighed the consequences. At this point, I was more worried about
disappointing gramps than I was of being hunted by the asshole law.
He was still clutching at his throat and making gagging noises when I walked out the door
with her, and it was only when I got her in the back of Dray’s car and watched them drive off
before jumping on my bike that I felt the adrenaline crash.
I sm0ked the wheels off my bike getting back to the penthouse, and of course, Dray was
there already. Those driving maneuvers he’d learned in the desert had paid off in full. I’m
surprised the cops weren’t in his ass.
He helped me take her and her shit upstairs because I had to damn near carry her. “You
staying in?” What he was really asking is if I planned to go back there and finish the job.
“Yeah!” He studied me for a few seconds before nodding his head and walking out the door.
I left her stuff on the floor in the hallway and took her into the master bathroom to run her
a bath; she must feel dirty having been in that place. I didn’t say anything to her; I couldn’t,
my throat was closed with anger.
I methodically ran the water, tested it, added bath salts, and undressed her without a word.
“Get in; I’ll make you some tea.”
“Damien, are you mad at me?” Fuck!
“No baby; never! But later, we’re gonna talk about why you didn’t tell me what was going
on.” I kissed her forehead and walked away before she got a glimpse of the ugly side of me.
I’d gored holes in my palms with my nails by the time I reached the home gym on the other
side of the penthouse. While she soaked, I punched and kicked the shit out of it, but I don’t
see where it helped assuage my anger much. Nothing was going to do that, not until I
destroyed the two of them.
 didn’t touch her after taking her out of the tub, not because I didn’t want to, I always
want her. But because there was still too much anger and I was afraid I’d hurt her. I
put her to bed, pulling the covers up to her chin and sat by her side silently.
She was too emotionally drained, which was evident by the tear tracks on her cheeks, so
when she opened her mouth to question me, I shushed her. “Shh, it’ll keep, we’ll talk later, get
some sleep you must be tired.”
As soon as she fell asleep and her breathing evened out, I left her. I wasn’t surprised when
I heard the bell for the elevator down the hall and opened the door as the old man came
strolling up with his two shadows flanking him. “I see you’ve made it back in one piece.”
He looked me over, shaking his head with a tsk when he saw the condition my hands were
in. “Is the young man still alive?” He walked past me and entered the room, heading for the
bar. “Have a seat.” He offered me a seat in my own house, which I took without question and
accepted the snifter of cognac he held out to me before taking a seat at the head of my table.
“Dami, do you know why I never let you harm him in the past?” I didn’t answer just looked
at him as I took my first sip. “When your poor sister met her unfortunate end, and we both
believed him responsible, I wanted to seek vengeance right away like you did, but I had to
look at the big picture.”
“It had nothing to do with the heat, or at least that wasn’t the leading factor. I’ve always
taught you to look beneath the surface of things. It would be an easy thing to shed his blood,
and in the old days, that’s just what I would’ve done. But as I get older and the world began to
change around me, I’ve learned to look at things a bit different.”
“Do you know why he’s been able to be what he is and escape the law all this time?” That
one got my attention. I’ll admit that I never looked beyond wanting to kill that fuck, so I don’t
know shit about him other than the fact that he’d caused my sister’s death.
I never had any real interest in learning anything more than that since I’d made up my
mind to kill him at some point, so who gave a fuck.
“It’s because of his father’s wealth and influence in the city. That wealth has allowed him to
skirt the law and get away with a lot more than you know. I could’ve done something a long
time ago, but I knew you needed to be the one, so I held off.” That got my interest real quick.
“What do you mean?”
He leaned forward in his seat, his hand still holding fast to the gold and black walking stick
he never went anywhere without. “Why do you think I never fought you on making the
business legal? Why I pushed you so hard to succeed at university. Because always in the back
of my mind was this plan.”
“I thought we had more time, but now….how is the young lady? When do I get to meet her?
Drake tells me she’s a good girl, fit to be by your side.” I’m sure he did, bitch snitch.
“She’s fine; I put her to bed not long ago. What’s this plan you mentioned?”
“When you kill your enemy, it’s just for a moment’s satisfaction. But if you cut them and
watch them bleed out, that satisfaction lasts a whole lot longer. There’s a lot of pleasure to be
had in watching your enemy suffer for a very long time. We no longer live in the days when a
quick scuffle in a dark alley does the job, now we need our results to be more far-reaching.”
He passed the envelope I only just noticed in his hand across the table.
“Like I’ve mentioned, the father is the one who allowed the son to get away with the things
he did. If you want to kill the snake, you cut off the head, not just the body. If he hadn’t
allowed his son to be what he is, your sister, my granddaughter, would still be alive.”
I still wasn’t getting where he was going with this. “You want me to do them both?”
“No boy, I’m talking about their business. The thing that gives them the power they wield
so carelessly. You’re in a position now to crush them beneath your feet, to watch them suffer.
Isn’t that more satisfying than taking his life?”
“Not really, no.”
“Boy!”
“What you want me to lie?” He regaled me with his grand scheme, and I have to admit it
sounded good, but I still wasn’t sure that I’d get as much pleasure from destroying their
business as I would from just ending the fuck.
“I see your point, but you gotta know that’s not going to be enough to satisfy my rage.”
“We’ll see my boy, we’ll see.” He got to his feet and came around the table to clap me on
the shoulder before kissing my head the way he’s done since I was a boy. “I’ll leave you to it
then, let you get back to your young lady. Bring her to dinner on Sunday.” Shit, that wasn’t a
request.
I’d been planning on holding off on that for at least another month. I figured that was long
enough to introduce her to the truth about my life without scaring her off. It would be hard to
hide once she sees all the guards and shit around the family mansion.
I sat in deep contemplation long after he left thinking over the words he’d said and read
through the stuff in the envelope, which turned out to be an in-depth report on the company
owned by the asshole’s family.
There was a list of shareholders and the names of all the bigwigs who backed them. He’d
even made notes of the best moves to make to get the fastest and most long-lasting results. It
wasn’t like gramps to take the fight to the boardroom instead of the streets, so I knew and
respected that he was doing this for me.
I wanted so badly to go back to that house and finish what I’d started, what I would’ve
done had Dray not shown up. But then I’d have been leaving her out here on her own because
sure as shit as hot as I went in, I would’ve made a mistake big enough for the asshole FEDs to
walk through.
Maybe the old man is right; perhaps this was the best way to go. And besides, nothing is
stopping me from having the best of both worlds. I can destroy him and still end his ass when
all is said and done. I like the fuck outta that idea.
Since gramps had pretty much laid out a blueprint and had started the groundwork, I
already had a plan forming in my head. In this market, it wouldn’t take long to cut them off at
the knees. Since they were little more than trader-merchants, all it would take is undercutting
them in the market. Not the most legal thing, but there are ways around that shit.
I formulated my plans to get shit rolling the very next day and put it away as my mind went
back to what she’d written in her diary. I felt the anger come back again and barely restrained
myself from saying fuck it and going out into the night to end the two people who’d put such
fear in her.
Those words were burnt into my corneas for life, and I doubt a day would ever go by that I
didn’t think of them or feel the pain I did inside. It hurts me to my core that night after night
I’d sent her back to that hell. My fists folded in renewed anger when I thought about what
they’d planned to do to her. There are some sick fucking people in the world.

I KEPT her home from school the next day since I couldn’t be in the classroom with her, and I
wasn’t ready to let her out my sight anytime soon. It was her last week of high school, and I
felt bad about robbing her of that, but she didn’t seem to mind.
She was scared, afraid that they’d come after her, which was very telling. “Come ‘ere.”
We’d just finished breakfast, and I pulled her up from her chair and sat her in my lap.
“There’s nothing to be afraid of; they’ll never get through me to get to you.” I wrapped my
arms around her, trying to offer the comfort she needed, but I know the mind doesn’t work
that way.
“How did you find out?” I could lie to her here and save myself the argument, but I don’t
plan on spending my life lying to my woman, so I told her the truth.
“I saw you hide the bag behind the store.” I felt her tense up, and she tried to pull away.
“No, stay where you are. I thought it was an odd thing to do, so I sent Dray to find it.” She
figured out the rest without me having to spell it out for her.
I expected her to be mad at me for invading her privacy, but that wasn’t the first thing on
her mind. “So, if you read my diary, you know how I feel about you.” My heart lurched in my
chest, and this time instead of trying to run, she hid her face in my neck.
Dammit, now I wanna go read that shit, but first things first, she needed me, and I needed
her. I turned her around on my lap and covered her mouth with mine before she could say
anything more.
She was only wearing the oversized tee-shirt she’d slept in, one of mine that I usually slum
around the house in on the weekends, so it was easy for me to slip my hands beneath the soft,
worn cotton to find her heat.
I fiddled around between us for the string to my sweats and released my hard cock letting
him loose to seek his new home. I used the bare tip to make her wet, rubbing it back and forth
along her slit to her clit until her pussy started to juice.
I lifted her ass a little bit higher and sat her down on my cock. We both breathed out a sigh
of relief and pleasure as I bottomed out inside her. Our lips came together naturally as she
rode my cock up and down while we held each other close.
I pulled the shirt up and over her head, throwing it to the floor before taking her tits in my
hands and bringing one of them to my mouth. I felt the pull of her pussy walls when I sucked
hard on her nipple, and her pussy gave up the cream.
Once again, I wasn’t wearing a rubber, and I had no intention of pulling out this time
either. “I’m going to cum inside you again.” Her body reacted strongly to my words, and she
fucked herself harder on my cock.
“You like that? You ready to have my kid?” She didn’t answer but instead forced her tongue
past my lips, and I pulled her hips down harder, slamming my cock up inside her until she
cried out in my mouth.
 he flopped down on my chest after I did her at the table, and I waited for my cock to
stop dripping inside her before getting to my feet and carrying her upstairs. She was
still impaled on my cock when I walked into the bathroom and started the shower.
I was still locked off inside her when I stepped inside, putting us both under the warm
spray. She felt soft and sweet as she cuddled into me, making my heart squeeze, and it wasn’t
long before I started fucking her again. I started out slow this time since there was no haste.
It’ll be at least another hour before I needed to cum again, or so I thought.
But as soon as she wrapped her arms and legs around me, tightened her pussy muscles
and licked my lips with her tongue until they opened up to let her in, something else I’d
taught her, I knew I wasn’t going to last.
No wonder I keep cumming inside her, her pussy does strange and miraculous things to my
cock. Shit, I didn’t even know was possible. Or maybe I’m just kidding myself that it’s the sex
because there’s definitely something more at play here than the usual fuck.
I’d been more than ready, willing even to keep her by my side without the thought of love
playing any part in that shit. I liked her, liked being with her, being inside her. But fuck if this
shit didn’t feel like love, or what I know of it.
I’d damn near given up my life for her without a second thought, and it wasn’t just rash
behavior no matter what the old man says. The fire that burned in me after reading her words
had more to do with fear for her than rage, and fear is something I don’t do. I’ve never been
afraid of one fuck in my life, but for her, I felt it.
I’ve never wanted to have a female underfoot twenty-four-seven, usually, a meal and a fuck,
rinse and repeat was my game, I hate letting her out of my sight. My heart never moved for
anyone, but with just a smile, she can make that shit dance. Oh yeah, if this shit isn’t love, I
don’t know what else it could be.
I didn’t realize that my thoughts were getting away from me until she cried out with what
sounded like pain. I came to my senses to realize that my teeth were buried in her neck, and
I’d sucked the flesh so hard it was already turning dark. Shit! Even that little slip up pierced
me.
I stopped stroking into her long enough to console her and to reassure myself that I hadn’t
really hurt her. “Sorry, baby, I didn’t mean to hurt you.” I licked the spot gently while leaning
her back against the wall so that I could free up one of my hands.
With her legs wrapped firmly around me and her back and shoulders against the wall, she
was pretty much being held up by my cock which I started thrusting into her again with long
deep strokes while that hand found her breast and teased it with the lightest touch of my
thumb across her nipple.
I left off, licking the sting from her neck to take her lips in a heated kiss filled with searing
passion. My lips soon left hers because we both needed air and found her nipple. I licked all
around that tight little morsel with my tongue until it pebbled and then sucked it into my
mouth to play.
I found her clit with my fingers and teased, and her pussy coated my cock as she writhed
and fucked herself harder on and off my cock until she came. Holding her head in my hand, I
swallowed her screams as I began to offload inside her, no longer caring that I was cumming
inside her unprotected womb.

I LEFT her upstairs with the TV and headed back down to my office, where I’d already set
things in motion even before she woke up this morning. You’d think that bringing down a
multi-million dollar corporation would take more time and effort, but if you have the right
tools, a business that took years, generations to build, can be destroyed in a matter hours.
Because gramps had done most of the groundwork, something I now realized must’ve
taken him years to do; there wasn’t much left for me to do but press the button, so to speak.
He’d collected every bit of information necessary leaving no stone unturned
But I didn’t want a clean-cut, I want to play with him, watch him suffer, then move in for
the kill. I spent the next few hours making phone calls and tracking down the names on the
list gramps had left me.
Some of them played hardball at first, but all it took was a few threats, a little exposure
about some not so legal dealings being given to the national media, and by a little after noon,
things were looking up. People don’t fuck with their money like that.
It’s a slow process, coming at him from this angle, but I gotta admit there was an element
of satisfaction in it, I guess gramps knows of what he speaks. I could already imagine the
fallout when everything comes to light.
Nothing shakes up a well-founded company like a scandal. It doesn’t even have to be true,
but the fact that this one was, made all the difference, made it all the more powerful.
Dray and I had put our heads together and came up with a blitzkrieg that they would never
see their way out of. That fuck is good at everything as long as it has to do with war or
subterfuge. If he weren’t such a nag, he’d be a damn near perfect wingman.
I wasn’t about to put her in the middle of this shit, so of course, I left her name out of it
and instead used the information gramps had been sitting on for years to set it off.

B Y W EDNESDAY MORNING , everyone who worked for that company, from the top exec to the
lowest lackey in the mailroom, received the first of many very incendiary texts and emails. I
gave them just a tease at first, something to whet their appetites. I knew it would start the
buzz going, and they’d go searching for more.
I kept it up all afternoon, sending more texts and emails, spacing them out every three
hours with new and more damaging information each time. I didn’t stop there though, what
would be the point? I’m sure the bigwigs would come up with some type of gag order.
So I made sure word leaked to the right people, like their more self-righteous investors. I
could only imagine the dumpster fire. And all the while I wondered if that is the game he’d
played with my sister. If that’s the thing that had led her to take her life in a fucking ditch.
By end of day, the DOW told the story. They were down more than eleven points, which was
good but not good enough. I wish I could be a fly on the wall and hear the panic, see the fear
as he scrambled to save what his ancestors had taken generations to build…
“What’re you doing?” Shit, she jumped me coming up behind me like that. I closed down
the laptop as she wrapped her arms around my shoulders from behind. In the last few days
since she’s been here without worry, I’ve come to see a whole other side to her.
Once she accepted and believed that I wasn’t going to let anything happen to her, that I
wasn’t giving her back to the monsters no matter what, she’d started coming out of her shell.
She’s still sweet as fuck with that shy thing she does that makes my dick hard, but she had a
forceful side to her that she’d kept well hidden.
“Let’s go watch a movie.” Dammit, I’ve seen more TV in the last day and a half than in the
last ten years of my life. I started to protest, but that new assertiveness of hers came into play,
and she dragged me up from my seat.
“Michele, I’ve got shit to do.” She stopped and looked back at me.
“Is it more important than spending time with me?” She had this look on her face, and I
knew she was playing me, but still, those words made me rearrange shit in my head.
“Never!” She laughed out loud when I picked her up in my arms and as I’ve found myself
doing more and more in the last day or so, I listened to the sound, looking for any indication
that her laughter was fake.
I’d told her not to pretend, to never hide shit from me again, but I don’t know how long it’s
going to take. Maybe if it had just been the asshole involved, but her own sister… I cut my
thoughts off there because the shit only pisses me off and she was in a light and playful mood,
I didn’t want anything to mar that.
She put some girly shit on the tube and crawled into my lap. I paid half attention to the
screen, but my mind was in two places at once. There was still a lot left to do in my grand
scheme. Tomorrow and the next day I plan to put the final touches into play, by this weekend
it should be over. That’s when I’ll make my move.
S HE WAS CRYING over the fucking movie.
“Why are you crying for him after all the shit he did?” I wasn’t paying full attention, but I’d
seen enough to follow the general thread of the movie.
“I don’t know; I know he was evil, but still, I don’t want to see him treated like that.” On
the screen, the bad guy was getting the shit kicked out of him and whining like a bitch after
slaughtering who knows how many people. Who knew chick flicks were so bloody.
“So, what do you think should’ve been done to him?” I wiped her face and patted her back.
“I don’t know, maybe go to prison.” My ass! That fuck deserved to be thrown off the
building the way ole boy just did.
“You’re a big old softie, aren’t you?” I feel for her when she births my sons and daughters;
those fucks are sure to keep her on her toes. If they have my blood, they’re sure to be just as
fucked up as me. Her soft ass is in for a wild ride.
 et go; I gotta go. I told you I had to make a run.” I was trying hard not to laugh at
her antics. “Michele!” Fucking girl never listens. For the past week, she’s been hell
to deal with. Once she got her wings back, she’s been bustling around here like a
butterfly on crack. It doesn’t help that the old man has decided to take her under his wing and
has been filling her head with shit.
He claims it’s payback for all the hell I gave him as a kid, but I know it’s more than that. As
a man who’d raised one daughter and lost his only granddaughter at an early age, I think he
sees her as his. Now I have three of them on my ass.
She’s not as green as I thought, because she’d listened to my explanation after the
infamous family dinner where it was glaringly obvious what we were without batting a lash. I
was more nervous about telling her the truth about my family business than I thought I would
be.
Even though I’d never taken part in the dark side of that shit and was the one trying to
make things right, I know very well the stigma that’s attached to it. I was afraid that she’d
look at me differently, but instead, she’d praised me for what I was trying to do. Her love and
acceptance only made me love her that much more.
And then I finally got around to reading the rest of her diary, seen the words she’d written
there about me, and what she felt. It had shaken me just a little to realize that the night she’d
fallen under my car she’d been trying to escape and that the reason she hadn’t tried again
was because of her growing feelings for me after I ran her to ground.
That one kinda gutted me, knowing that she’d subjected herself to further hell to be with
me, but it made me fall even deeper in love with her. So now she’s spoilt as fuck and gives no
fucks about anything I have to say unless it’s what she wants to hear. She’s also a fucking sex
fiend.
I thought I was greedy for her, but my shit pales in comparison. She’s out of school and has
fuck all to do with her days since I refuse to let her leave the house until I’ve taken care of our
enemies, which is what I’m trying to do now, but with nothing to do and nowhere to go, all she
wants to do is fuck. That fuck Dray hasn’t had to do shit in days since she’s had me on lock.
She grinned and locked her legs around me, and flipped us around. I wasn’t expecting the
sudden move, so she caught me by surprise. I held her hips and smiled up at her, happy that
she felt confident enough these days to be this playful in my bed. “Okay, one more then I
really have to go.”
She reached between us and wrapped her hand around my cock that I’d just taken out of
her less than ten minutes ago. “He doesn’t seem very interested, maybe…” She gut-punched
me before I could make a suggestion.
“So, feisty!” I started to reach for her, but she pulled another sneak attack and took me
into her mouth, so the words came out in a hiss. “Shit, you’re getting way too good at this.”
She grinned around my cock and went back to snacking.
I wasn’t kidding when I said she was getting good as sucking me off. For someone who’d
never done it before she’d taken to it like it was an art form, and her gag reflex is nonexistent.
Maybe that’s why she finds so much pleasure in taking my cock into her mouth.
“Bet you can’t take more than six inches in your mouth this time.” Something else I found
out about her, she likes a challenge and hates to lose. I knew there was no way she would get
my whole length in her throat, but I’m hoping her competitive nature would get me at least
ten inches in.
She did her best, but eight and a half was her limit for now. I decided to fuck with her. I sat
up and rubbed the back of her head, as she was busy making love to her new fuck toy. “Not
bad at all for an amateur.”
 She stopped mid suck and grabbed my balls. “Ah-ah-ah, play nice.” I was tense as hell
while she threatened my balls. It’s a whole other feeling that’s for sure, the pleasure of what
she did to my meat with her tongue and the fear of what she was planning to do to my balls.
Each time she squeezed her hand, I held my breath, waiting for the shock of pain. And
each time she’d get close and pull back, but that’s not what held me enthralled with her. It’s
the fact that each time she squeezed my balls, she sucked down hard on my cock while
simultaneously licking the slit with her wet tongue.
What she was doing to me had my balls filling up fast, and before you know it, I was ready
to cum again. “Pull off and sit on my cock, quick baby move.” She hurried to straddle me, and
I held my cock in place while she lowered her pussy nice and slow. What a fucking tease.
I reared up and clamped my lips down around her nipple as my hands gripped her hips,
lifting her on and off my cock hard and fast. I knew I had to be hurting her because my cock
felt harder, longer, thicker than it ever has.
Her ass bounced off my thighs as I fucked up into her at rapid speed. Something built
inside of me, something explosive, earth-shattering, life-changing even.
I released her nipple and wrapped my arms around her, holding so tight I felt the hard tips
of her nipples pierce my chest. “I want your mouth.” As soon as her tongue slipped past my
lips, my cock started shooting off inside her.
I caught her screams in my lungs as mine roared into hers. Her hips never stopped moving;
her pussy never stopped milking my cock as she went from one orgasm to the next, each
climax getting stronger. I thought my balls would never empty as I nutted in her for what felt
like forever.
“Fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck!” I flipped us over, putting her on her back beneath me as my hips
kept slamming into hers over and over again, and for the first time in my life, I gave a woman
a glimpse into my heart. “I love you!” Fucking owned.
She clamped down around me and wrapped me up in her arms and legs, and I saw the
tears that filled her eyes. “No, baby, don’t cry.” She clutched at me and cried her little heart
out, freaking me the fuck out. Her heart was beating like the wings of a hummingbird, and I
had no idea what the fuck was going on. Especially when she started babbling.
I didn’t catch all the words, but I caught enough to get the gist of what was going on. I’m
an ass, a coldhearted son of a bitching asshole. I’m all she has left. That thought never once
entered my mind in the last week or so. Now the thought was sobering. How scared she
must’ve been.
I felt tears in my eyes as I comforted her, promising never to let her go. I waited for her
crying jag to be over and for my words of comfort to run dry. “You give females a bad name;
you know that.” She was really out of it because she didn’t give me shit for my remark.
Instead, she sniffled and rubbed her nose into me.
“What do you mean by that?”
“Every other female in the world would’ve already gone snooping around this room,
looking in drawers and shit. You’ve been here more than a week, and not once have you even
been tempted. I think I’m hurt.” She looked at me all confused, and shit then pouted because
she still didn’t get it; so cute.
I pulled out and rolled off of her, pointing to the top drawer of my dresser across the room.
“Go look in there; I left something there for you.” She became all-female now eyes lighting up
as she smiled at me. “A gift? For me?” She bounded out of bed and headed for the dresser at a
run.
She pulled that shit open like it held the meaning of life, digging through my shit and
tossing most of it over her shoulder without any damn care that those were five hundred
dollar silk socks. “Hey!” She poked her tongue out at me and kept up her search.
Then she screamed loud as hell when she found it. Then the damn tears started up again,
gutted. “Ah, come on Michele, knock that shit off.” My gruff voice only seemed to make her
cry louder as I got off the bed and went to her.
“I thought you’d be happy; this is supposed to be a good thing right.” I never should’ve
listened to Dray the fuck. He swore now was the perfect time to give her the ring I’d bought
because I’m a dumb sap who figured after I took her home to meet my family that marriage
was the obvious next step. I do tend to live in the ice age when it comes to shit like that.
But even so, I’d wanted to wait, to give her some time before springing the fact that her
life was now irrevocably tied to mine on her. But he’d convinced me that with all that was
going on around her now was just as good a time as any. Now she’s flooding my chest with
tears and tying my guts in knots.
“You wanna fuck again… Ouch, what’s with you and punching me in the gut?”
“Sorry!” She rubbed the spot, and I rolled my eyes over her head and hugged her close, too
damn soft.
 She decided we needed to celebrate with another round of fucking, and I grumbled all the
way until I got back inside her and forgot my damn name again.
After she’d fucked my cock raw again and got her pussy full of cream, I was all the way
done.
“Okay, I really gotta go this time, no joke.” At this rate I won’t be able to do shit when I
leave here, she’d have sucked all the energy out of me.
I was assed out on top of her, too drained to move, but she wasn’t complaining even though
I was squashing her into the mattress. I’ma have to up my vitamin intake or some shit if her
greedy ass keeps this shit up.
“No, don’t move, not yet!” She pulled me back, wrapping her arms around me to keep me
in place. “You can’t be serious; again?”
“No, I just want to hold you for a minute.” Damn, when did she learn that I’d give her
anything if she asked in that voice?
 was getting ready to leave for real this time, but there was something else I needed
to ask her, something that wasn’t written in the diary. I haven’t really brought that
shit up too much because I didn’t want to constantly remind her, but this shit was
bothering me.
“Hey Michele, I have a question.”
“You gotta get off of me first; you’re heavy.” Witch! She pushed at my shoulders, and I
rolled away very put-upon. “Now, what do you wanna know? And if you say anything about
corn huskers again, I just might scalp you.” So testy. I made one little joke about her round
ass looking corn fed, and she’s still in a snit.
“No, this is serious, I’m afraid.” I was already regretting bringing the shit up when she
propped her head in her hand and looked down at me. “Okay, shoot!” She started trailing her
finger down my chest, and I looked at her in disbelief. She can’t be hungry for dick again so
soon; damn she’s a fucking beast.
I caught her finger in my hand and stopped its downward trail. “You remember in the diary
when you said you didn’t think you were the first? What did you mean by that?” She tensed up
from head to toe but didn’t turn away.
I held my breath as I awaited her answer. “When they were talking, the way my sis…the
way Debbie spoke it was as if they’d done it before. And in subsequent overheard
conversations, she confirmed it. She used to go trolling as she put it. Even went as far as
Boston, Philadelphia.”
“That’s why they started the charity for the home for runaway teens.” That’s one of the
things I’d used to bring them down, the fact that they were using the group home like some
kinda farm to raise virgins for that sick fuck.
“I feel sick just talking about it, my own sister, I still can’t believe how much she’s changed.
She wasn’t like this back home, so I can only… I’d like to blame him for this, but…” She shook
her head with that lost little girl look on her face again.
I pulled her back into my arms and the fury I’ve been keeping at bay all this time played at
the edges of my mind. As much as I hate the asshole, I hate the sister even more for doing this
to her. How the fuck does she even sleep at night?
Her tears only solidified my decision to go through with what I had planned, but now I was
the one who didn’t want to leave her, not while she’s so broken. So I stayed, holding her in my
arms until she fell asleep. I’ll wash the cock juice off her when I get back.

I EASED out of bed once I was sure she was asleep and tiptoed into the bathroom to take a
quick shower. My mind was already out there in the night doing shit. I got dressed in the
walk-in closet so as not to wake her, in all black like a fucking spook, but I was about to do
spook shit.
I slipped on a pair of gloves and opened the safe, removing the little vial I’d hidden there
before closing it back and leaving the room. With one last look at her asleep on the bed, I
turned and walked away. My blood was already singing in my veins. This was a long time
coming.
I chose my bike for speed and headed out the few blocks it took me to reach my
destination. It boggles the mind how two people could live in such close proximity and be so
completely different. And that something that evil could live and exist next door to fucking
human beings.
I pulled in a few doors down and walked along the sidewalk until I reached the house. I
wasn’t planning to knock this time and used the cover of darkness to pick the lock. There was
no security system, which I’d learned from Michele, so I had no fear of the beep alerting them
to my presence before I was ready to let them know I was here.
I made my way down the hallway in the dark to the bedroom, where I presumed they were
asleep and eased the door open with my finger. I peeped around the open door and saw and
heard the two figures on the bed.
One was snoring, and the other was making some other kinda noise in her sleep that I
don’t know what the fuck. Probably all the evil fuck shit she’d done haunting her ass in her
sleep. Serves her twisted ass right.
I walked over and stood over the two of them tempted, so tempted to just put one in each
of their heads, but that shit was too easy and too messy. I nudged his shoulder with the gun I
pulled from its hiding place in the small of my back, and he came awake with a start. The
bright light I flashed in his eyes didn’t help.
“Who are you?” I held the light up next to my face for a split second, and he damn near
broke his neck, trying to jump out of his bed, which woke the wife. “Stay where you are unless
you want me to use this.” I held the gun I’d brought along out in front of me, and that kept
them still.
“So, asshole, heard you had a very busy week.” I put enough emphasis on that shit that
only a dumb fuck Neanderthal would miss.
“It was you…you bastard…” He took a swing, which I deflected easily enough and, at the
same time, caught the strong scent of alcohol on his breath. I’m pretty sure he’d had
something much stronger to get through the last few days.
“My sister, what did you do to her?” I pulled the chair from the corner up close to the bed
and sat while he flustered and gave me the same bullshit excuses as he had all those years
ago.
“We both know you’re full of shit. We also know that what you tried to do with my woman
pretty much confirms my suspicions.”
Here I turned my attention to the wife. “What kind of monster are you to try to put your
own blood through that shit?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. We never did anything but take good care of her.”
“Like you took care of the girls from the home? And the ones you picked up in Boston and
Philadelphia?”
“How did you…?”
“Shut up, you stupid cunt.”
“That’s not a very nice thing to call your wife. Do go on. I think you were about to ask me
how I knew?”
“I’ll tell you. Your sister heard the two of you planning. Didn’t you ever wonder why she
changed so suddenly after moving in with you? She told me her belief that you thought it was
because of the death of her parents, but I can’t believe you two are that fucking dense. Or are
you so good at this shit that you thought no one would ever catch on?”
Neither of them said a word until I started inspecting my gun, turning it over in my hand,
running my finger back and forth along the length of it. “We don’t know what you’re talking
about, heard what, what did she hear?”
“She heard her sister planning to let her husband fuck her and steal her virginity. She
heard you plotting how you were just waiting for school to be over, so there would be no
questions when you took her out of the city and locked her away somewhere for him to use
and then discard when he’d had his fill.”
From the way she drew in her breath, I knew every word was true, not that I doubted
before. The asshole remained staunchly silent, but I wasn’t expecting anything else from him.
I wasn’t here for confession; I know those shits are ninety-five percent lies anyway. I just
wanted to let him in on the reasons why I’d done what I did to him this last week and told him
so.
“I asked you what the fuck did you do to my sister? Did you sweet-talk your way into her
heart and then discard her after she gave herself to you?” Fuck this, I’ma kill this fuck! No
one knows I’m here no one would look at me for this… Michele, she might suspect something.
Fuck and fuck again.
“Your sister just couldn’t handle rejection. She couldn’t accept the fact that I wasn’t in love
with her. The fact that she offed herself had nothing to do with…” I cracked him across the
mouth with the gun. I couldn’t help that shit.
“You fucking bastard get out of my house. You think you’ve won, but you haven’t you never
will. You and your criminal family. Your sister really thought I’d marry someone like her? What
a joke.” Each word was his fucking death knell, but my finger didn’t go anywhere near the
trigger.
 I know very well the sounds of a desperate man who knows he’s going down and tries to
bring you down with him. I felt scarily calm all of a sudden, calm, and detached like I wasn’t
even here. I pretty much knew all I wanted to know before I even came here.
“As for me not winning, how do you figure? Your company is on its last leg; your parents
won’t be able to bail you out this time because I wiped them out first. Oh, I see, they haven’t
told their golden child that little bit of news yet.”
He tried coming at me, but a swift kick to the head soon changed his mind. I didn’t even
have to get up from my chair to do that shit. “What did you do to my parents?”
“Nothing much, it’s like I said, I cleaned them out completely. There’s barely enough left
for next month’s groceries.”
“Why?”
“Why, you ask? Because it was their money that allowed you to be the piece of shit you are.
Because they used that money to help cover up your evil. Now it’ll go to better use. By the
way, I found most of the girls you violated I’m still working on the others. Guess where your
inheritance is going.” This bitch started crying.
I’m thinking the wife was numb, or the cold bitch had gone back to sleep because there
was no sound coming from her corner. I started to wonder if she too might have been one of
his victims but then thought better of it. No matter how much of a victim she is or was, what
she tried to do to her baby sister is unfucking forgivable. She’s toast.
“That’s pretty much all I came to say. Oh, one last thing, your offshore bank accounts are
now mine. Those I’m going to use to open another home in my sister’s name, I’m sure you
won’t mind after what you did to her, you fuck. And you,” I turned my attention to the wife, “I
hope you die a long slow, painful death.”
I got up to leave, turning off the flashlight so that the room was in complete darkness.
Neither of them moved, which is what I’d been counting on, and it gave me enough time to do
what I really came here to do.
I stepped out into the night with only the moonlight to guide me.
“Are they still alive?”
“Fuck the fuck you doing lurking around out here in the dark?” This fuck.
“I figured you’d be here.”
“And didn’t come inside to stick your nose in my shit? Try to stop me again?”
“I figured with all you’ve done so far that you wouldn’t kill them. You didn’t… did you?”
“Does it look like I did?” He turned and looked at the house where it was obvious that
someone was looking out the window.
“I’m going home to my woman, don’t follow me.” He didn’t see my grin as I walked to my
bike and rode away.

‘I N OTHER NEWS , the CEO and heir apparent of the now almost defunct Taylor conglomeration
has been found dead in his upper west side home along with his wife of four years. Authorities
have been very tight-lipped on this one, but the rumor mill has been spinning, and it appears
the couple was attacked by some kind of organ eating virus. No word yet from the coroner on
whether or not this is true.’
‘Biohazard units have been seen outside the home, and the neighbors have been asked to
relocate for safety purposes until it’s certain that there’s no danger to anyone else in the area.
As usual, the family is asking that you respect their wishes and give them privacy to mourn
the loss of their loved ones.’
‘What a horrible way to go.’
‘Isn’t it? And so young too the two of them.’
‘That poor family has had a rough month, first their business and now…” I tuned out the
eleven o’clock news when the two newscasters started playing the guessing game as to what
could’ve befallen the two idiots and why the family had come under such heavy attack in the
last week or so.
I gotta call my boy at the CDC and thank him for that shit, but since he doesn’t even know I
took it, there’s no point. It’s good to have friends in all places. I’m sure Dray the fuck with his
murdering ass might sniff around the truth. But the virus had taken two days to kill them.
When I left their house, they were very much alive, and he can attest to that.
I’m sure there was no residue left on the door handle of their bedroom door, which is
where I’d wiped the little gift I left them. I should’ve taped that shit. From what I heard, that
shit is nasty, and it pretty much rots you from the inside out in two days flat.
I turned off the TV, leaving my media room in complete darkness as I finished the
celebratory glass of cognac I’d been enjoying with the broadcast before going up to bed
where my woman was sound asleep.
 he had her head towards my feet with my cock in her hand stroking one minute
sucking it the next, while I laid behind her with my head between her thighs eating
her out from behind.
Her ass was on slow-motion today, and I guess she forgot that my dick has a limit, the way
she was just lazily playing with him, slow as molasses. I think she thinks I have all day to play
with her, too, like I don’t have a business to run.
I was just listening for my cue, for a change in her breathing, or for her to growl out an
order at me like a drill sergeant because I’m just here to please her, to feed her hungry snatch
whenever she gets an itch. And her pregnant ass is always on the prowl for dick.
I’m not really mad though, I like this new thing of hers, but when I get a chance I’m
throwing out every last one of these books she has around here. The fuck is tantric sex? And
who the hell taught her about it? She damn sure didn’t learn it from me. I wouldn’t torture my
damn self like this.
“Michele!” I lifted my head out of her snatch long enough to snap out her name. She’s been
fucking with me for the last half hour. Sucking my cock damn near to completion, then pulling
off and letting him rest before taking him in her hand. “Hmm?” You see this shit? She sounded
like she was about to fall asleep.
“What’re we doing here? My mouth is about to go numb, and if I eat your pussy any longer,
the shit’s gonna shrivel up and die.” How much fucking cunt juice can one woman have? Her
pregnant ass stay torturing me with her shit.
She snorted and went back to licking my cockhead as slow as a fucking sloth. “You can
take it, just a little bit more.”
“I wanna fuck Michele, right fucking now.” I barely got those words out through my teeth; I
was gritting them so hard. There were knots in my gut from holding it in so hard so as not to
cum too soon because the drill sergeant would make us start all over again.
Since when did I give this chick control of my life? “Okay, it’s time, but don’t forget, you
can’t cum for at least another hour.” She’s outta her fucking mind. She knows damn good, and
well that as soon as my boy dips inside her hot pregnant pussy, he’s ready to go off.
“I thought the foreplay was the deal, and once we get going, I can just let loose. I’m not
fucking your pregnant ass for an hour; my kid might take offense to that shit.”
“Damien!”
“What?” The fuck is up her ass now?
“I keep telling you; the baby can’t see you in there. Didn’t you take anatomy or biology in
school?”
“I was absent those days. Let me ask you this then. Where does my cock usually end up
when I fuck you? Isn’t it in your belly? And where is my kid right now?” She can’t contest my
logic, so she huffed and gave me the stink eye.
“You win.”
“I win? You’ve come about six times since we started this shit, how many have I? Not one, I
think some chick made this shit up to fuck with her husband’s head.”
“It’s thousands of years old.”
“So, you people were around then too.”
“Let go of my dick; he’s had enough of this shit. How do you want it?” Greedy ass, I should
leave her hanging though the thought of cumming in a towel did not sound very appealing.
“I’m not moving; you figure it out.” Her miserable ass! I eased my cock from her hand and
turned myself around, getting to my knees behind her, as she laid prone on her side with one
knee bent.
My poor dick was leaking precum like a faucet, and my balls were about to explode as I
eased up behind her and found that sweet pink opening that was the gate to paradise, mine
anyway.
I closed my eyes in ecstasy and relief as soon as I had my whole length inside her. An hour
my ass, she’d be lucky if I last a minute. I started counting strokes at three and barely
reached fifteen before I felt the telltale tingle in my nuts.
“Babe, I’m not…” She massaged my cock length with her pussy walls, and that’s all it took.
I reached around and found her clit with my fingers to bring her off so that we could cum
together and she damn near broke my dick off with her shit.
It felt like I’d never stop cumming inside her, and the feelings were so intense, more
intense than usual when I fuck her. It’s always the same when we do this new tantric shit
she’s on now. It always feels like I’m leaving a part of my soul inside her. And as soon as I’m
through cumming, instead of feeling depleted, I want her even more.
It’s only because she’s so far along in her pregnancy that I’m afraid that this shit might
hurt her, but does she listen? The asshole doctor told her it was okay to have sex as long as
we were careful, and there was no discomfort. She didn’t know about my wife’s penchant for
fuckery though so I can’t blame her.
I didn’t pull out after cumming but stayed inside her, running my hands all over her body,
from the hard mound of her pregnant stomach to her much fuller tits and down between her
thighs where we were still joined.
“Feel good?”
“Uh-huh!” Her mouth opened and closed on soft, breathless sighs as I stroked into her nice
and slow. “Go faster, Damien, I’m so close.”
“Again?” She made me pay by clenching down around me. “Shit, you…. Michele quit
playing around.”
She looked over her shoulder at me with that sly grin of hers, and I couldn’t resist leaning
over her and putting my lips to hers. “Brat, behave before you hurt yourself.” I held her
stomach in my hand as she eased up and let me fuck into her again. This time I gave her what
she wanted, fucking her harder, faster, but making sure with each thrust not to go too deep.
I felt the child move beneath my hand and comforted him as I violated his mother. I was in
mid-stroke when she yelped and clutched at the hand I had on her tummy. My cock has never
deflated that fast in my life; I didn’t even know it could.
“What-what’s happening?” I pulled out of her and rolled her onto her back as she opened
her mouth and screamed. A fountain of water gushed from between her legs, and I jumped off
the bed and ran to the phone. “Dray, get the car we’re going to the hospital right fucking
now.”
I hung up and found a pair of sweats and a tee shirt to wear before heading into the
bathroom for a cloth to clean her up. I was going on autopilot now; my mind already focused
on all the dry runs we’d made in the last few weeks.
I knew her bag was already packed and sitting in the trunk of the car; I knew where the
dress she wanted to wear was hanging in the closet. It was hell ignoring her yelps of pain and
staying in control, but I did it.
I got my wife cleaned up and dressed before lifting her in my arms and taking her down
the stairs, all the while telling her that everything was going to be okay; fuck if I knew if that
shit was true.
I don’t think I said two words the whole drive to the hospital; she was talking enough for
both of us; she does that when she’s nervous or scared. I just held her hand and let her
ramble on and on as my heart felt like someone was pouring molten lava over it.
At the hospital, her doctor was already there since I’d threatened her with serious bodily
harm if anything went wrong with my wife or child. She was all smiles and cheer like we were
going on a picnic or some shit. “No need to look so worried, Mr. Lazaro, your wife, is in very
good hands.”
I glared at her as they ushered us into the birthing room. I listened to everything they said,
putting their words together with what I’d read in the books and online these last few months,
but it was my wife’s eyes that told me what I needed to know.
“Are you in a lot of pain, baby?” I know it was a stupid fuck question, but I couldn’t bear
seeing her like this, with pain in her eyes as she tried to control the fear I saw there.
“Squeeze my hand as hard as you want to baby, scream, don’t try to hold it in. I know you’re
brave, but now is not the time.”
She nodded her head and panted, and as if she’d just been waiting for those words from
me, let out a terrifying scream the next time a contraction gripped her. She tore the skin from
my hand, but all I did was reassure her and wipe her brow with my free hand while wondering
what kind of hell this was for a young woman to go through. Fuck if I was ever gonna do it.
I didn’t take my eyes from off her even when I heard the first cries of my child. I waited
until they cleaned the baby up and brought it to her, still not knowing what it was, because I
couldn’t hear shit. It was only then I realized that my ears were numb to everything else but
her. I didn’t even know such a thing was possible.
But once I realized it, everything came back into focus, and the room came alive again. She
was holding our child in her arms and looking it over… “What is it? Boy or girl?” I didn’t really
care at this point. Just seeing the two of them, my whole world, was enough to make me feel a
sense of satisfaction and joy that I never had before.
“It’s a boy, are you happy?” I was too choked up for a minute to speak as I sat beside her.
“Trust you to give me a son when I was hoping for a daughter.”
“You lie. I’ve heard you and gramps bragging about a son for the last six months who’re
you kidding?”
I lifted his little hand, and he wrapped his fingers around mine before turning his head to
look at me with my eyes. I went cold then hot in the space of a second as everything that I’d
ever done, ever hoped for, ever been came down to this one moment.
I must’ve done something really good in a past life to have been blessed with this much
love in this one. I raised my eyes to her as she fixed the bed-gown so she could feed our son
and once again choked up with emotion.
She’d come a long way since we met. I’d gotten her through the sudden death of her bitch
of a sister without giving away anything about my part in it. She’d grieved not so much for the
sister she’d met here but for the one she’d grown up with.
We weren’t allowed to attend the funeral, not that I would’ve because no, just fuck no. But
since that shit that killed her and her worthless husband was deadly as fuck, they burnt them
to a crisp somewhere; ask me if I care.
Since I’m the only one she has left in this world, I go above and beyond to give her all the
love she could possibly need, and gramps has taken over as the doting grandpa who connives
with her to make me nuts. Now she has my son, someone else to love and who will love her or
he’ll answer to me.
I brushed my hand over her hair and his before moving to put my arms around them both. I
kissed her hair to hide the emotion in my eyes as I breathed a sigh of relief. I’ve lived the last
six months in fear ever since her pregnancy was confirmed.
Because although I still had relatives left, she was the closest thing to my heart. The
thought of anything going wrong with her or my child had kept me up nights, but now it was
all over. Now that the child was here and my family was complete, and I no longer had my
sister’s death hanging over my head, I felt like the world was finally free of the darkness that
had hung over my head for way too long.
As I watched my son feed at my wife’s breast, I had a sense of new beginnings, like the
best part of my life was just about to start and couldn’t resist turning her face to mine to taste
her lips. “I love you, wife.” The smile that started on her lips and reached her lips was all the
answer I needed even as she gave me the words back. “I love you too, Damien. Thanks for
saving me for saving us.”
We both looked down at our son, who popped the nipple from between his lips to stare
back at us. That look on his face so much like his mother’s was enough to make me break out
in a sweat. “Michele, I’m thinking this kid has my face, but that look he just gave us is all
you.” I didn’t like the grin she gave me one fuck.

The End