Page 15

Chapter fifteen

Damien

Tyler texted me last night to tell me that James Roatenbury had woken back up after he cauterized his hand. Well, where it used to be I should say. So, I came back to finish the job. Let's just say that with the horror of James’ demise, the night to reflect, and some…persuasion, the Dust bunny is ready to cooperate.

I shouldn’t love this part as much as I do, but there’s something about pain that fascinates me. How some people handle it better than others. How some find pleasure in it. Others can’t stand to watch it happen to someone else. I on the other hand find it entertaining.

Inflicting pain on my victims shouldn’t feel as good as it does. The relief I feel is unlike anything else. As if clouds of fog fall out of every crease of my muscles and float away. It’s satisfying to know that one more despicable human no longer walks the earth, and it was my doing. Their screams seep into my brain, and it’s as if I can feel the vibrations down my own throat. The smell of their blood mixed with the adrenaline falling from their pores washes over me like a plague, only I’m not sick after. I’m elated. I absorb every feeling from my kills, and it’s haunting when it’s been too long between them. Even now, Dust bunny’s screams begin to satiate my need.

“Okay! Okay! What do you want to know?” He thrashes and screams as I slowly press my knife down and pull it out of his shin slowly. It feels like pushing a guitar pick over the strings of muscle as it cuts into his flesh. Tick…tick…tick…

“What’s your name?” He breathes heavily and grits his teeth. Sweat drenches his trembling form. His mind is telling him not to answer, to hold out as long as possible, but his body is telling him differently. The stab to the shin, is only his eighth, and he knows there will be more if he doesn’t cooperate.

“Paul.” He seethes.

“Who do you answer to, Paul?” I shove my finger into the stab wound I put in his leg, then I slowly swirl around until I begin to feel bone. Bone isn’t as smooth as one would think. When you graze your fingertips across it, there are tiny ridges that have its own unique texture. It’s like running your fingertips on the palm of someone’s hand. Tough and course.

His screams fill the room again, only fueling the pressure that I push into his bone.

“Andre! His name’s Andre…” He yells out breathily as I remove my finger and wipe it on his jeans.

“Where is Andre?” I set my hardened gaze upon him.

“Probably getting ready for the meeting.” He replies lazily.

“What meeting?” He starts to lose consciousness. His head is unsteady and his eyes are trying to roll to the back of his head. So I smack him in the face a little to wake him back up. The sting rattling through my wrist. At least he’s handling the pain better than James. “I said, what meeting!” I demand.

“The Dust King, Dranan Hugo, sent his right-hand man from Seattle to expand distribution. They’re supposed to meet at midnight to discuss routes, dealers, girls, and locations.” The fog from his semi-conscious mind seems to clear as he gives me more detail.

Seattle? Don't fucking tell me…that would explain why he came back, besides Ashia. He may not have come back solely to kill her, but it was definitely on his to do list.

“Who is this big man from Seattle?” I’m sure to keep my face from any emotion. Being sure he’s unaware of any indication that I know about Cooper.

“His name’s Coop, that’s all we know.” I suppose the name Cooper doesn’t strike fear into the hearts of his minions. I know that for the rest of my life, whenever I hear that name I’ll think of the limp-dick, grotesque, sack of shit that laid dead on the floor of Ashia’s apartment last night. I don’t really want to think of him, but if the moment I pulled the trigger and watched his brain splatter across the room replays in my head for eternity? I think I can manage.

“How exactly do they plan on expanding distribution?”

“He brought guns to sell. There’s a big buyer who wants the drugs and the guns, and if we can provide them…”

“They’ll keep coming back.” I interrupt him, confirming my suspicions, and grab his phone off the table. They want to turn the city into a black-market port, and we’re not going to let that happen. “You're going to call someone and ask how this meeting went.” He looks up at me confused. His eyes still looking around lazily.

“How long have I been here?” He asks, the words barely loud enough to hear.

“Long enough. Call. If I hear anything that sounds like you are tipping someone off, I'll stab you in the other shin.” He nods reluctantly.

“Devin. Call Devin.” I pull up the contact and hold the phone to his ear. I know I most likely shouldn’t trust that his phone call is going to yield anything important, but some information is better than no information. Even if he manages to tip someone off that he’s in trouble, it won’t matter. He’ll be dead soon enough, and he doesn’t know where he is. He was unconscious when my men dragged him in here. I hear it ring a couple of times before it picks up.

“What’s good man?” I try to listen, not really hearing the man on the other end, but not letting Paul know that. Keeping eye contact with him the entire time. “Nah, I'm hung over as fuck…What happened with the meeting? What’d I miss?... Oh yeah?...What’s that mean?...Ah shit…Yeah…Text me details…Out.” I hang up the phone and throw it back on to the table. “Coop never showed.” Fuck. I mean the chances that it was that Cooper was too great, but there’s always a chance. If I would’ve known his role for Dust I might have handled things a little differently.

That’s bullshit. The only reason I wish I didn’t shoot him in the head was because I wanted to torture him and let my little wolf exact her vengeance, but her life was more important. If I was any later, she would’ve died.

“They’re holding another meeting tonight with the Dust King to make sure it wasn’t a slip up.” Paul’s words drag me out of my thoughts. “And they’re talking about Devil’s Hands…” His eyes start to close again, and I slap him even harder, then grab him by the back of the head. Curling his blood and sweat coated hair in my fingers. I’m not worried that they’re talking about us. I know we’re a problem for Dust, but I want to know what they’re saying.

“What about DH?” I snarl.

“How to snuff them out. King wants them gone. He already has a Sahara problem in Seattle and Dallas. He doesn’t want to deal with DH too…”

“How do I get in this meeting?”

“You can't. It’s tonight. If they don’t know you, you're done for.” He’s in no position to send out. They’ll know in a second he’s been tortured by the cuts and bruises on his face, if he was even able to walk through the front door. There’s not much use for him now. He doesn’t seem to have any viable information, and I certainly don’t have a use for him.

I let out a slow breath. Allowing my body to relax with it.

“I appreciate your honesty, and your cooperation.” I say calmly before I take my knife and shove it into his throat. Reveling in the feel of the slice from the blade and holding him still as he struggles to breathe, only to quickly go limp. Ripples of tormented pleasure run through my body. The feeling of his blood pouring down my hand reminds me of how wet Ashia was for me and how the shower poured over us as we fucked.

I allow the warm feeling the thoughts bring wash over me. The memories from last night flooding my head. She’s enchanting, beckoning me from afar, and only fueling the desire running through me. Desperate to feel her beneath me again.

After hacking into the hospital files earlier to take care of some things, I looked again later on to see what Serena had put in for her injuries. Curious if my little wolf is going to try and run from me. The notes said she fell down the stairs in her apartment. So, not only did she not turn me in, or try to run, but she somehow convinced her friend to lie about her injuries?

I doubt Ashia wouldn’t have told her everything, her bruises are obviously from assault, and her and Serena don’t seem to hide anything from each other. Their texts proved that. So, for now at least, she wants to play? I knew my little wolf liked to live a little closer to danger than she thought.

Wiping off my hands on the towel I had set aside, I imagine wrapping her towel around that irresistible body last night. Her small and delicate features enclosed in my arms as her big golden eyes stared up at me. The globes flashing with fear and uncertainty. She looked so vulnerable in my grasp. Like if I had held her any harder, she’d shatter.

Though that fire she first had in her eyes as we fucked stoked my own flames. A glimpse into the woman she truly is beneath the layers of trauma and distrust. I want all of it. Every layer. Every shred of the person she used to be, is now, and will be in the future. She looks at me as if I’m the danger. As if I’m the one who holds all of the power, but I can see the ember’s deep in her gaze. Just needing to be nurtured to grow into the bright flame she can and wants to be. It will match my own. There’s no uncertainty there.

I can’t wait to get back to her. My mouth is already salivating, and my dick is hard, pressed up against my jeans. I've never missed a woman like this or wanted to fuck one again so badly. We’ve only had sex once, and she already has me in a chokehold. After finally having her, she’s impossible to resist. I need more of her. All of her. The need to claw through her skin to see what lies underneath and bury myself in it is strong. She is my obsession, and she’s about to find out how tight her grip is around me.

I shakily reach for my phone and dial Carter. Fuck, not having her is like going through withdrawal . It only rings once before he answers.

“Get Zeke and get a couple of drones ready. We have a party to crash. Check in with the moles; see what they can find out from the other dealers.”

“Picture and sound?” He asks, his voice steady.

“Yeah, we need to identify as many of these fuckers as we can. Keep an eye out on all of the major real estate sales in the city too. I don’t want this King moving in and us not know about it.”

“You got it. I'm assuming every major real estate sale besides yours?” There’s that questioning and judgy tone I haven’t missed today.

“Yes, except for mine, you know Mel gets agitated when you look into her job.”

Zeke and Carter are monitoring the meeting. There’s a lot of interference, so broadcasting it to me isn’t an option. They know to retrieve any information they can while Zeke runs facial recognition on every face the drone catches. I don’t want Dust to be able to make a single move without us knowing about it. We have to hit them where it hurts.

I’ve got Caleb, Henry, and Liam out checking possible manufacturing locations. Plus, if Cooper was smart, he dropped these guns off somewhere important before heading to Ashia’s. Hopefully at one of the targeted locations so we can intercept before they become more of a problem.

I finally made it to Ashia’s apartment after I was caught up in a lengthy phone call with Melanie. She saw my transaction with the hospital and thought the worst. After reassuring her that I was indeed alright, her voice shifted from worry to flabbergasted. Her voice ticked up a couple of notches as she berated me about the payment. Once I explained to her what I had paid, and that there was no coercion to do so, I finally got off the phone with her and made my way here. I hold a special place in my heart for my cousins, but that woman is begging for me to argue with her, I swear.

After making my way inside her apartment, well, breaking in, and installing her curtains like I promised, I sit next to her on the bed. She hasn’t moved an inch since I came in. Which surprises me. She’s normally such a light sleeper, or maybe it just appears that way from how often she wakes up. The reality of last night probably hit her the moment she walked back in the door today. Her fear tugging at her, warning her to watch for an assailant around the corner. The past twenty-four hours have been exhausting for her.

I need to change the locks on her door. These are way too easy to pick, and I’m surprised with how close her and Emmett are, that he allows such terrible security measures. Especially with her past, you’d think he’d make sure her apartment was more secure than it actually is. Perhaps Emmett isn’t as trustworthy as I previously thought, and my past thoughts of working with him as a business owner are misplaced. I need to get more details on their friendship and Emmett’s business practices, but there’s not much to do about that tonight.

Putting those thoughts aside, I grab my silk straps of fabric from my bag and begin tying them to her bed posts. She’s about to hate this, until she’s screaming because she loves it so much. Her decision not to run was an invitation in my mind, and now that I have her, I’ll really begin to explore her desires. I need to see if they match my own.

She shouldn’t have been as turned on as she was last night. Normally, when I’m with a woman, my looks and charisma have to do all of the work. Burying my true desires deep down, and being the semi-vanilla, one night stand that every girl dreams of. Most women don’t like to be tied up, gagged, threatened with blades, and at the first glimpse of fear, their vaginas dry up worse than any oasis in the desert.

Not my girl.

Yes, initially, she freaked out. I mean, brain matter scattered across the face for the first time will do that to a person. But once the initial shock wore off and she gave in to her desires, she melted into who she truly was.

She was so fucking wet. Practically dripping, and I know it was all for me. The way she watched as the blood glided down our bodies was a sight to behold. It mesmerized her. She’ll never admit that violence turns her on. Not with her past, and it’s most likely not all violence. She’s seen enough of it. I have a hunch that it’s when the act is carried out in her honor that it turns her on. I may have to explore this hypothesis. Somehow find a way to test my theory without deterring her completely.

I look down at her sleeping form again, and I almost feel bad for not waking her up first. Not knowing if she’ll wake up in a PTSD induced panic.

Almost.

She’s already mostly in the position I need her in, on her stomach, arms curved and crossed above her head. One of her legs is bent, so all I need to do before tightening these is get her other leg bent, which doesn’t seem like it will be much of a problem with the weight of her sleep.

I loop the straps around both wrists and both ankles, careful not to tighten them to the point of cutting off her circulation. The next thing I do is tighten the hold on her arms, pulling them cross with one another to tighten her shoulder blades. Then as I manage to get her other leg bent, it sticks her plump, tight ass in the air, and I tie two more straps around her legs, right above the knees, and tie them to the bed above her. With those and the scarfs around her ankles tightened to the bottom of the bed, she couldn’t lower her ass if she tried.

My skin tingles as I admire her beauty from above her. Staring at her sweet cunt that only seemed to get wetter the more I touched her. She went to bed only wearing a T-shirt again, but nothing else. The fabric slid down as I propped her ass up to show that there was no thong to get in my way this time, and I have a feeling it was purposeful.

She may not trust me, but my little wolf is curious about me. I could tell from her longing looks and reaction this morning that she feels the same soul-crushing pull I do. Maybe not the same pull, I know and feel how unhinged my feelings towards her are. She just doesn’t know how to embrace it like I have yet.

I'll show her.

I undress myself before I crawl on top of her. Slowly kissing her exposed cheek and moving down to her neck before I start biting and sucking. Leaving my marks over the areas that aren’t covered by bruises. The sight of them causes my chest to heat with anger, but I shove that down. Knowing that in this moment, there’s nothing I can do about it, and that I’ve already taken care of the threat on her life. Soon enough, only my marks will show on her body, and I seep into that feeling of pride.

Taking a moment to inhale her sweet scent and calm my racing nerves, I move my hands over her tightened, toned body. Tracing over every curve and dip. Allowing my hand to slip under her shirt to feel the bare skin there as well. The more I touch her, the more I feel that shaky desire to bury my cock in her. I press myself against her, and my hardened, strained cock grazes her sweet folds, gracing me with the feelings of her already wet cunt.

After more of my sharp, biting kisses, she begins to groggily stir. It’s only a moment before I feel her body stiffen, and then I feel her jerk on the straps and begin to fight to get out of them. She starts to tremble, and a groan slips from her lips. I move my warm breath back up to her ear. Grazing the shell of it as I run my hand up and down her side.

“It’s just me, little wolf. Relax, it’ll feel much better that way.” I whisper to her, and the moment she hears my voice, her body relaxes. Slightly.

“Damien…” I can’t contain the shaky breath that flees my lungs at the sound of my name on her tongue.

“That’s right, baby. I'm right here.” Moving my hand down to her pussy and gliding my fingers into her tight walls, I can’t help but groan at the amount of natural lubrication she’s prepared for me. My breath hitches as I feel her walls clench around my fingers, and I can’t help the deeper sound that escapes me. Flying past my lips with ease. The whimper that slips from her mouth in response makes my cock twitch. “Fuck, baby girl. I love how wet you get for me. You're so needy for me.” She begins trying to pull on the straps again, and I’m questioning if she’s trying to escape or testing how much she can move.

“Damien, my birth control doesn’t start working for a week.” She says to me, almost hesitantly. As if she's afraid that’ll cause me to withdraw, but I curl her hair into my hand and yank back, lifting her head just enough to stare into her eyes.

I should care, but I can already picture it. Her stretched womb protruding from her stomach, the raging hormones making her as feral for me as I am for her, and how she would radiate with a glow as I look at her. I shouldn’t want that yet, I know that, but these feelings are something I’ve never experienced. They’re taking over every piece of me, and I can’t stop the force they barrel into me with. The need to claim and own her in every way imaginable is like an incurable sickness. Infecting every cell in a body that’s only weak for her.

I won’t tamper with her birth control. Yet. She’ll need to adjust to the idea of us first.

“That doesn’t faze me at all, little wolf. One day, I'll see your stomach swell as you carry my child. It doesn’t matter to me how soon.” I proclaim in a dominating tone, and I watch as her eyes go wide.

“Damien…” Regardless of her pleas, I sit up between her legs and lift her ass up as high as the straps let me, which is high enough so her vaginal entrance meets my cock. My hands press hard against her back and run down so I can feel how tight the restraints are stretching her smooth muscles. How tight her muscles feel right now, is how tight her pussy feels around my cock, and it’s breathtakingly irresistible. I'm starving for her. The rumble deep enough in my chest that I can feel it in my throat.

I run my length against her folds, savoring the feel of her slickness, and she ever so slightly nudges back to take in the feeling. My hand is still grazing her back, feeling the newly risen goosebumps. Her mind is probably asking herself why she likes this from a stranger. Little does she know that I'm not a stranger anymore, and I’m not really sure I ever was. Strangers don’t feel connected like we do.

I run my length along again, coating my cock in her arousal and I feel her entrance contract, like it’s signaling for me to enter. Clawing at me and trying to pull me in. A deep desperate growl that escapes my lips causes her to shiver. The feeling of that beneath me makes my balls tighten, and I almost can’t stop myself from immediately plunging into her sweet cunt as I line myself up with her.

“Your pussy is ready for me, little wolf. Are you?” Not really caring for her answer, I ram myself home inside her, and holy mother of God, she’s so fucking tight. Her cunt squeezes me almost to the point of pain, and I can feel how her walls contract and then move to stretch and accommodate my wide girth.

The moan that she releases is from pain, but it’s majorly pleasure. Her head jerks back up, elongating her neck as the sound forces its way out. Her eyes get heavy at my intrusion, and the way her lips part as she slightly licks them pulls at my gut. I move my hand from her back and grip her hip. Determined to leave as many of my marks on her as I can, while my other hand kneads her perfectly round and full ass.

I watch as I slowly remove my cock from her, admiring the slick as I pull all the way out before driving it back in again. Her pussy clamps down a second time. So hard that I'm having to force my length inside of her one inch at a time.

“God damn, Ashia, I can barely fit.” I pull out and push in again. She gasps lightly before another whimper makes its way out, and it fuels me. Her hands tighten around the straps and the thought of her nails on my back again makes me tremble. My desire and lust for her growing with every howl that escapes her mouth.

Watching her intensely, she tries to raise up a little and push herself back against my cock. The straps only allowing her to go so far. Making it clear that she wants more.

“Relax your torso, baby.” I use the hand that was on her ass and push down on her shoulders gently. She does as I ask and melts the top half of her body to the bed. Her trapezius and latissimus dorsi muscles are taut and stretched, which is going to allow her to feel every thrust from me deep within her bones. I’ll settle there for eternity, seeped into her marrow. “You’re so good for me, baby girl. Do you want more of me?” She nods and loudly swallows, refusing to say it out loud. Determined not to willingly let me in and give into me completely.

Wrong choice.

“Beg me for it.” I feel her breaths stutter as I begin to remove myself. I'll never stop fucking her, but she doesn’t have to know that.

“Please, Damien.” I could come right now from my name rolling off her tongue, feeling my body begin to tense under the sweet notes of her voice.

“Please what, little wolf? Be specific.” I push myself in only an inch. Letting her feel the many others she’s missing. Her walls clench, trying to pull more of me in.

“Fuck me, please. I need it.” She whines, and that’s where every ounce of my self-control disappears. I plunge back into her, pull out, and do it again. Harder and faster, I dive into her, getting all the way down to my base every time. Hitting that special spot that makes her legs shake, and I become entranced by the sound of her pussy getting wetter and wetter for me with every thrust. “Oh, God! Damien!” I hear her scream. The greedy noise feeling like a punch to the gut, and as much as I want to finish right now, I want to hear her beg more. I need to hear more.

I feel her pleasurable trembles race through her body as her pussy clench down on me again. Orgasm is calling both of our names. My balls tighten and the pressure at the bottom of my spine builds. I want to explode inside her and paint her walls white. Make a home out of her pussy and domesticate my cock for the night.

But because I apparently like to torture myself, I refrain. The need to dominate her completely washes over me. I need her to really feel what I can do for her. Claim her and ruin her for anyone else but me, and make sure she knows that no other man will ever be good enough for her again.

So, I withdraw myself. Leaving only the tip inside her again and still. A needy, frustrated growl escapes her throat as I contemplate my next move. She’s not near ready for me to fuck that sweet ass, but she needs to feel her whole body give itself over to me. Every muscle. Every nerve. Every last strand of her being needs to be mine.

Curling her hair in my fingers, I yank her head back again to keep her painful pleasure present, but not enough to send her over as I lean to her ear. I look over her perfectly bowed body. As smooth and curved as Apollo’s archery bow.

“I want to make one thing extremely clear, Ashia. This body is mine. That mouth is mine. This fucking pussy is MINE.” She gasps lightly and nods in my grasp. I can see the sweat beginning to bead on her forehead and glisten on her body. It wracks with trembles, and I know that she needs to come so badly that it looks almost painful. “Say it.”

She swallows harshly again and tries to move her body against me. Desperate for friction.

I graze my lips on her ear before biting down on the lobe and pulling back. “I said say it.” I demand.

“It’s yours… All yours…” She says through pants.

“What’s mine?” I yank on her hair for emphasis.

“Everything… All of me…” Her voice quakes.

“You’re damn fucking right.” I slam myself inside her again with a powerful thrust and keep myself buried to the hilt inside of her. “Same rule as the first time, little wolf. Don’t come until I tell you to. If you do so before, you’ll be punished. Understand?” She moaningly nods her head, panting from her loss of breath. “Keep your ass up like I have it.” She nods as I move my left hand to her nipple and begin to pinch. My right hand doing the same to her clit before it swirls her swollen and throbbing bead with consistent pressure.

I start ravaging her again. Fucking her senseless as our panting sets its own harsh beat. Looking between our rocking bodies, my eyes lock onto the way my cock moves in and out of her. The way her pussy swallows me and envelopes me. Making my dick shine with her juices. Milking me for my soul. My balls begin to tighten again at the sight.

“God, you should see how well you take me, baby!” I growl through gritted teeth, my voice sounding rough and strained.

That pressure in my lower back is increasing more and more, ready to pop, but I painfully hold it together. I want my desire for her to steal her breath. I want her to come so hard that she can’t tell what’s real or not. She needs to want it so badly that she’s willing to grovel for it. I want her drooling and completely wrecked.

Her ass bounces off of me again and again as she throws her hips back. Her firm cheeks rippling every time they hit my hips. The straps only allow her to go so far and do so much, but as I watch her body jerk with every thrust, and her fingers stretch out and curl around the fabric, I soak in every ounce of her pleasure.

It's not long before she’s crumbling in the palm of my hand. I feel her muscles tighten even more, her legs shake violently, and her ability to be quiet and only let small whimpers and moans out has evaporated. She’s screaming now. The shrill sound making a straight line to my throbbing dick. Her scratched screams making it nearly impossible for me not to come. She clenches around me so tightly that her walls flutter, and it almost makes me beg for her instead.

My muscles tense, making my whole body taut as I keep the steady, relentless pace. Pounding into her so ruthlessly that a new, deeper, soul-sucking sound forces its way out of her mouth. Her back somehow arching even more and adjusting her hips so that I could hit a deeper spot I wasn’t before.

I’m not going to fucking make it. The pressure is too much. Her voice is too much. Her beautiful, glowing, slick with sweat skin is too much. Her divine, tight, made-for-a-God pussy is too much. I’m going to come inside her so hard that she’ll be too full to walk….

“Oh, God! Damien! Damien, please! Please let me come!” She finally begs, and the relieved breath I blow out is almost concerning.

Thank. Fucking. God.

“Come for me, little wolf!” That’s all she needed, all we both needed, to go flying over the edge together. She comes screaming, panting, and sobbing. Her pussy grips me like a vice as it pulses against me. My dick grows even larger and throbs as I bury myself inside her as far as I can go and still, emptying myself. My balls tighten and shrivel as every last ounce of my seed spills into her, causing my body to twitch and jerk at the force of it. I hold her close to me, stabilizing her through her quakes as my burrowing dick makes that home out of her pussy. A mixture of her sweet nectar and my cum drips on to the bed, showing evidence of my now completely empty balls.

Fuck, she is unlike anyone else. I can tell that she’s going to have me so pussy-whipped I’d give her anything she wanted if she’d let me bury my dick in her. Still holding her close, my heart thunders against her back. Like it’s trying to claw it’s way free of my chest into hers so it can nestle next to her own pounding muscle.

I run my hand over her body. Reveling in the feeling of her still trembling form. Whispering adoring praises as I attempt to calm her raging body. Leaning down and wrapping my arms around her, I seep into the feeling of our sweat covered bodies sticking together. The smell of sex and exertion fills the room, and I’ve never smelled something so sweet.

I plant a few gentle kisses to her neck as I start to untie the scarves. The urge to have her body melt against mine is too great to resist any longer.