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Fury

The house was empty.

I knew it would be, and I was grateful. Because there was no fucking way on earth I would ever explain to my mother what I was doing showing up on her doorstep with a woman covered in blood.

My mother was an understanding woman, but she always saw through my bullshit.

Sitting in the living room, I hunched over in my seat, twirling a tumbler of whiskey, wishing it was something stronger because I had no fucking clue how I was going to tell Montana and Reaper that our only lead was dead. More importantly, I wanted to know why Tyran Fitzpatrick was questioning the Kreuger Brothers and why he killed them. I clearly heard him asking the brother where she was. I could only assume he was looking for the same woman Carly and I were.

Wherever Thena Hartley was, I prayed she stayed vigilant. Because with the entire underworld looking for her, it was only a matter of time before someone found her.

Taking a sip, I let the slow burn work its way down my throat.

Sighing, I sat back and closed my eyes. I was so fucking over all this shit. Warring clubs, the lies between brothers, and the damning secrets. But what really annoyed me was that no one was fucking talking to anyone. Montana and Reaper could have prevented half of this shit, if the two of them had just swallowed their fucking pride, sat down, and fucking talked like adults. Instead, their petulant disdain for each other was only fueling the rumblings of war.

I was already the father of three girls under the age of five. That was my limit of policing childhood tantrums. If Montana and Reaper wanted to kill each other, I was going to let them.

I had no more fucks to give.

After what happened today, I was done. All I wanted was to get myself and Carly out of this city and back to our kids.

The kids needed us.

The clubs didn’t.

God, just seeing the devastation on her face while she sat next to her friend’s dead body was enough to tell me all I needed to know. Carly wasn’t built for this life. Hell, neither was I, but it was the life I chose. And while there was no way out for me, I could save Carly.

“Shit,” I muttered, before downing the rest of my whiskey.

Getting up, I walked over to the small bar my mother set up for guests and poured myself another drink.

“Pour me one too?”

Looking over my shoulder, I saw her standing near the stairs, dressed only in one of my old concert T-shirts. The damn thing engulfed her, falling down to her knees. Her wet hair was wrapped and piled high on her head in some messy knot that women wore. Her face was devoid of make-up, not that she wore that shit, anyway. Looking at her, I could clearly see her innocence, yet there was something else below the surface. Something sultry, seductive, and alluring that called to me.

Turning back around, I grabbed another glass and poured her a drink.

“Thank you for the shirt,” I heard her sweetly whisper. Her soft voice rushed over me like a warm velvety blanket. From the moment I laid eyes on her, I fucking knew she would be a complication I didn’t need, and after that night in the hotel room when I kissed her, I knew I was right. All I wanted to do that night was sink my dick into her and get lost within her.

I had been with many women in my life, but fuck me sideways and twice on Sunday. Kissing Charlotte was like diving into the deep end of the ocean. Exhilarating, a little scary, but totally euphoric. If it weren’t for my daughter interrupting us, I would have had her on every surface, never getting my fill.

Since that night, I purposefully kept my distance, mentally and physically, because I knew the second I gave into temptation, I would never give her up.

Handing her the glass, I ignored the heated touch of her fingers on my hand and walked back over to the chair in the corner, putting distance between us. Sitting, I intently watched as she leisurely walked over to the couch, her hips gently swaying like churning, heated chocolate. And when she carefully sat, I remained rooted in my spot when my threadbare shirt lifted higher on her thigh, exposing her creamy white hip.

I swallowed half my drink.

“Is something wrong?” she asked innocently, her eyes never leaving mine.

“Nope,” I gulped, throwing back the other half before getting up. Quickly grabbing the bottle this time, I took my seat again and poured myself another drink, placing the decanter on the small table next to me, when I noticed a slight smirk on her face.

Shifting on the couch, she leaned on the armrest, bringing her legs up until they were bent as she carefully rolled to her side. My shirt now barely covering her hip, exposed her long legs.

Holding her glass with one hand, I watched when she dipped a finger into the whiskey, slowly bringing it to her lips, before sucking her finger into her mouth, causing my cock to stiffen painfully in my jeans.

Like I said earlier, I had been with many women. I was sixteen when I had my first foray into sexual gratification. I’d seen all the tricks, even invented some myself, but watching her, I was pretty damn positive I was the novice here.

“Carly?”

“Hmm.”

“Are you trying to seduce me?”

“I told you once that I didn’t have the normal upbringing like most kids. Mother insisted on tutors. Those tutors taught me all kinds of things, in many subjects. Some I excelled at, while others I struggled to comprehend.”

I had absolutely no idea where she was going with this, but I was enraptured with her all the same. Her voice, low and seductive, held me enthralled, desperately needing her to finish whatever she wanted to say.

“Would you like to know a subject I excelled at?”

Gulping, I slowly nodded.

“You must understand that Mother wasn’t raising a daughter. She was raising her replacement. There was no love growing up. Only lessons. The better I got, the happier Mother was. I didn’t understand at first. I was young when I started learning this particular lesson. It made little sense to me at first, but as I got older and started watching other people, I began to understand. When I met Luciano was when all the lessons clicked. And when I returned home and Mother learned what happened, she demanded I continue until I was perfect in every way.”

As if in a trance, I dared not move while she continued.

“The Art of Seduction has absolutely nothing to do with sex. In fact, it’s the complete opposite. It’s observing, learning what drives the opposite sex. When someone like me knows what drives a man, the advantage becomes all mine. Take you, for example. When I first met you, I saw a frustrated father. Oh, I know you love your girls, but under the father persona you portray to everyone is a desperate, sexually frustrated man. A man who longs for something more. You covet what others have. The partner, the companionship of the perfect woman. I’d bet since Davina, you’ve been searching for her replacement, but no woman has ever come close, and when Vicious and Linsey showed up with your daughters, you gave up your search and accepted that you would be single for the rest of your life. Oh, you continued to have your one-night stands, your brief relationships, but nothing significant because there was something missing in the women you dated. Would you like me to tell you what they were missing?”

I nodded.

“Substance,” she clearly said, her eyes locked on mine. “Anyone can have a one-night stand, Christian. Sex is just that. Sex. But for someone like you, someone who requires more, someone who needs that connection that can’t be found with just anyone, it must be frustrating for you. When you kissed me in the hotel room, you let your guard drop, and I saw the real you. The desperate, hungry man who needed to shed his worldly burdens for just one night and simply connect. Then Brianna interrupted and you reverted to what you knew—being a father. Something about me scared you that night. For whatever reason, I scared you because since then you’ve kept your distance. So, I watched you, trying to figure out what it was about me that stopped you. Then it hit me.”

“What did?”

“It wasn’t me you were scared of. You’re scared I would end up like Davina. No matter how hard you’ve tried to avoid it, I think you’ve secretly fallen in love with me and that scares the living shit out of you. Yet, your subconscious won’t allow you to ignore me. I noticed the subtle change in your demeanor in Chicago, when the Valentinetti’s showed up. The way you protectively held me, almost like you were daring them to take me away from you. Even in Nebraska, when I said we needed to return to New York. You were adamant, flat-out refused to put me in harm’s way again, yet you couldn’t tell me no. Then there was the way you challenged your brother Payne when he held my arm in your office. I saw your face, Christian. You were seconds away from killing him. Tell me I’m wrong.”

“You’re not, but you are wrong about one thing,” I said, placing my glass on the small table before getting to my feet.

“What’s that?” she replied, swallowing the rest of her drink before she slowly stood.

Walking over to her, I grabbed her face and whispered, “I’m not afraid anymore.”

“Thank God,” she muttered as my mouth claimed hers in a fiery display of lust.

Enveloped by her seductive charm, she skillfully captivated me in her intricate web, leaving me yearning only for the intoxicating taste of her. At first glance, her alluring eyes and mischievous smile completely captured my attention. A single look from her had the ability to make me feel like I could disappear. The time we spent together did not lessen the hold she had over me in any way. From the very first moment we met, she captivated me with her soft words, all-knowing eyes, and gentle touch, filling a void I never knew existed. I felt powerless when I indulged in my own desires, sinking further into the allure of her tempting cravings.

Any illusion of control I had was quickly shattered. Because the second she pressed me up against the wall, she deepened the kiss. My head spun and I gasped for air as she took what she wanted. The irresistible allure of her presence overwhelmed me, while the essence of her being seeped into the depths of my soul, filling me with the intoxicating aroma of her deepest desires.

She pressed herself against my chest, while my hands instinctively moved down her body until they reached and gently cupped her soft, yet firm, ass. In a swift movement, I lifted her up without a second thought, her legs encircling my waist as I turned around, trapping her against the wall.

Lost within the taste of her captivating seduction, I leisurely ground my jean covered cock against her pelvis, as my lips trailed away from hers, down to her neck.

My God, she smelled divine and tasted even better.

I let out a groan as her arms tightened around me, her nails leaving a burning trail of desire along my back. The sting I felt only intensified my burning craving for more of her. Desperate to feel all of her, I leaned up, grabbed my shirt and ripped it apart, exposing the fact that she was completely bare of any undergarments.

My eyes instantly darted to hers as she slyly smiled.

Growling, I grabbed her face tightly while I shoved my tongue into the deep recesses of her soul, claiming her for all time.

She was fucking mine.

All of her.

Forever.

Holding her tight, I walked her into the dining room. While I held her firm with one hand, my other reached out and swiftly yanked the tablecloth off the table, causing the centerpiece to crash loudly onto the floor. Setting her bare ass on the cold surface, I leaned over her, giving her no choice but to lay down. My tongue licked down between her breasts, causing her to whimper.

I ripped open my shirt, swiftly removing it and tossing it onto the floor. Taking hold of a chair, I spun it around before sitting at the head of the table. Watching intently, she tracked my every move. I gave her a smirk, then swiftly drew her towards me by seizing her hips, my head finding its place between her open thighs.

She gasped, her arms reaching for the sides of the table.

She wasn’t the only one who knew how to seduce. I may lack the same level of seduction as she, but there was one skill that I mastered through years of dedication and practice.

The ability to make women scream. And if she tasted half as good as her kisses did, then I was in for a treat, because I loved my women sweet, with a hint of sass. With a firm grip on her hips, I flattened my tongue and licked her moist pussy in its entirety.

Her soft moan and tranquil body told me all I needed to know. And when she released the table, propping herself up on her elbows to watch me, I looked up as she winked playfully. “Show me what you’ve got, and I’ll show you mine.”

Growling, I moved closer to her, holding her tightly as I accepted her challenge. If it was the last thing I ever did, she would be screaming my name, clawing at me, begging me to release her before the night ended.

If she wanted to see what I could do, then it was game on.

“Let’s play, baby,” I said, shoving my middle finger deep into her wet, slippery pussy, and watching as her head fell back and she moaned. Pumping my finger in and out, I reached up with my other hand to caress one of her breasts. Pinching her nipple between my fingers, I curled my finger deep inside her cunt, slowly twirling my finger inside her.

I smirked as she slowly laid back down. I leaned forward and lightly licked her clit.

Her moans increased and her nipples hardened while her pelvis pushed against my finger over and over. She didn’t cry out. Instead, she just barely moaned when a slight orgasm slowly emerged from her body. Almost as if it were nothing to her.

Narrowing my eyes, I removed my finger, got up from the chair, and leaned over her. When she opened her eyes and looked at me, I pinched her clit hard. Her eyes opened wide and the guttural gasp I’d been looking for finally escaped. In that second, I knew what she needed and what I had to do.

“There you are. Now I know your secret.”

Gasping for air, her eyes locked on mine as I watched her tentatively lick her lips.

“Nobody knew, did they?”

She slowly shook her head.

“Good, then that means you truly are mine,” I growled, claiming her lips in a harsh, crushing kiss.

Sucking her bottom lip into my mouth, I lightly bit down, causing her to whimper before I released her lip.

“Get comfortable, Charlotte. It’s going to be a long night.”

I retook my seat and pulled her roughly back toward me, my mouth immediately finding her clit. With caution, I gently pushed back the sensitive hood with my tongue, uncovering her small nub.

Without warning, my teeth scraped the sensitive nub.

Charlotte’s soft cry filled the room as I repeated the action two more times before I lifted her legs and placed them over my shoulders. I delicately separated her moist lips with my thumbs before leaning in and plunging my tongue deep into her core.

“FUCK!” Charlotte cried out, causing me to smile.

I used my tongue to fuck her, while my hands explored her body, finding her breasts and indulging in the pleasure of her responsive nipples. I buried my face in her sweet pussy, savoring every taste and her delicious scent. Closing my eyes, I lapped up her juices, even curling my tongue as I scooped out the sweet cream that was exquisitely her. Feeling her squirm under me, I released her nipples and placed my hands on her stomach, holding her still.

Ravaging the meal before me, I was relentless in my fury to consume her.

Licking up her core, I latched onto her clit again, sucking it hard as Charlotte thrust her hips toward my face, her hands clutching my head tightly. Ravenous, I held her tight as I ate her pussy like she was my last meal. When I shoved two fingers into her cunt and bit her clit hard, Charlotte screamed as her body released the sweetest cream I’d ever eaten.

Feverishly, I stood and unbuttoned my jeans. Kicking off my shoes, I hurriedly stepped out of my jeans, grabbed my cock, lined it up, and slammed deep into her. Her clenching muscles welcomed me, and we both groaned. I felt a familiar sudden surge of heat emanating from the back of my thighs and lower back, culminating in a sensation of intense warmth gathering in my cock. Only one other woman’s cunt had ever felt this good before and I knew the difference immediately.

I wasn’t wearing a condom.

I gritted my teeth as her pulsing orgasm pulled me deeper and tempted me to break my long-standing personal rule. The only person I ever rode bareback with was Davina. Yet, the feel of Charlotte’s tight, wet cunt wrapped tightly around my cock, her muscles sucking me deeper into her sultry heat, was too damn fucking good to pass up.

And when her cunt spasmed around me and gushed warm liquid, coating my thighs, I groaned.

“Baby,” I said through clenched teeth, as I tried to hold on to the last bit of sanity I had left. “Are you on the pill?”

Her hips jerked, and I moaned.

“We’re married.”

Blinking, I looked down at her and saw her smirk.

She was right.

We were married, and she was mine.

Fuck the repercussions.

Gripping her hips, I moved deeper into her smooth, silky and soaked pussy until her wet heat fully engulfed my cock.

“Fuck me, Fury.”

My eyes snapped to hers.

“What did you just say?”

“I said fuck me, Fury.”

I didn’t need to be told twice as I rammed into her, my grip on her tight. I lightly lifted her pelvis off the table, allowing me to thrust more easily into her. Reaching over her, I smacked her breast, watching it turn red with primal satisfaction. She gave as good as she got, pulling and twisting her own nipples in time with my thrusts.

“Is that what you want, baby? Or do you want me to fuck you harder?” I asked, slamming into her hips harder, pushing her a few inches across the table. The moist sound of sexual activity echoed like a delightful tune, a melody that enchanted my ears as I increased my speed, pushing harder and faster into her while she abandoned her nipples and gripped the table’s side once more.

“Oh fuck! Fury, fuck me harder,” she screamed as I picked up the pace, her breasts moving in tandem with my thrusts. The litany of my sexual abilities went on, prompting her to bite her bottom lip in an attempt to contain a scream she was clearly struggling to withhold.

Fuck that.

She was my woman, and I wanted all of her, screams and all.

She received no warning from me before I applied a strong pinch to her clit, which led to her releasing a muffled scream while her body erupted in an intense orgasm. Experiencing the sensation of her body responding to her climax, with its warmth and constriction around me, pulled me in deeper and compelled me to share in her blissful euphoria. Resulting in what I could only describe as a moment of pure ecstasy.

My groan escalated, and my grip on her thighs tightened while I roared out my own release, pumping streams of cum deep into her hot pussy.

Never in my life had I ever had an orgasm that threatened to buckle my knees, yet I fucking knew if I wasn’t holding onto her legs, I would have fallen flat on my ass. When the last drop pulsed from the head of my cock, I looked down at her, gasping for air, as she once more looked at me and smirked.

“I want more.”

“Thank fuck,” I chuckled, wrapping my arms around her. I hauled her off the table and carried her upstairs. “Because I’m just getting started.”

“Thank God.”