Page 95 of Smut Lovers
Chapter One
The Invitation
“ J ust a little more,” she whined.
Vince’s hips moved with renewed intensity, smacking against hers, driving her back against the wall. She was right at the edge, ready to plunge headfirst into bliss.
They’d gone out for a game night and drinks with friends, and could hardly wait to enter the apartment before tearing each other’s clothes off. A trail followed them across the carpet from the living room to the kitchen, where he’d grabbed Ava and placed her on the counter.
He pulled a spatula and spanked her pussy with the black silicone before leaving stinging marks across her thighs. A primal need filled her and she pulled a knife from the block.
Vince remained unperturbed by her move as he pulled it from her fist and pressed the cold steel against her fluttering pulse point.
“I’m no fucking pussy. If you intend to use a knife, don’t hesitate,” he growled.
Adrenaline flooded her veins, causing her heart to pound wildly. The moment was as agonizing as it was exhilarating and she squirted on his chin.
As he flipped her over, she gazed lightheaded at her reflection in the stainless steel toaster, brushing the red streak left on her throat. Her fingertips came away smeared with blood, which dribbled from the wound, like her wetness rolling down her inner thighs.
“Fuck, little mouse,” he grumbled.
If he was to utter an apology, she didn’t want to hear it. She clamped her hand over his mouth and quickly realized it was the wrong move, as he grasped her wrist in a bruising grip.
“Make it up to me by chasing me. When you catch me, fuck me hard, until I can’t remember my name.”
This was one of their favorite games. Sometimes he wore a mask, other times she’d hide for what felt like hours, as anticipation flowed through her core. When he caught her, he fucked her fast and rough, using her like a toy.
Ava’s toes curled as the wave of orgasm crested, only to be interrupted by a knock on the door, just as her avid moans turned into sobs. The couple ignored it, continuing to fuck, but the knocks persisted.
Vince pulled back with an irritated groan, glancing down at the place they remained connected. His hard cock twitched angrily inside of her pussy, which continued squeezing him, milking him for his sticky hot cum.
The knocker continued banging on the door. He withdrew quickly, almost dropping Ava in his haste.
“For fuck's sake, that better not be Mrs. Nobler again. I swear to Christ I’m going to strangle that fucking old hag.”
“Shh! She’ll hear you,” Ava hissed as she picked up Vince’s shirt.
She shook it out before slipping it on and pulling her bright blue-dyed hair from beneath the collar. She caught a glimpse of her disheveled expression in the mirror.
“I’m coming,” she shouted as a knock sounded from the door again.
She quickly brushed a hand through her tangled hair and rubbed her thumbs below her eyes, in a vain attempt to clear the smudged makeup from her cheeks.
When she bent over to pick up her black thong, Vince growled in displeasure.
She let the satin undergarment fall back to the carpet, as he caught her in his feral stare.
She turned and stretched, allowing her pert ass to peek out from beneath the hem, shrieking as his hand connected with her flesh. .
“Be quick,” he growled. “Every minute you’re gone will earn a blow with the club.”
She swallowed and nodded, then stepped to the door. She placed her hand on the doorknob as she pressed her cheek against the cool wood. Ava blinked and looked through the peephole.
The hall was empty, save for the dingy gray paint on the walls and threadbare carpet. Ava’s shoulders sagged in relief and she turned back to Vince.
“Maybe it was a prank. No one’s there.”
No sooner had the words left her kiss swollen lips did a blow so heavy hit the door, that it shook the frame. Ava bounced back with a shriek. The knob twisted and rattled as though someone were actively trying to enter.
Vince grasped the knob, holding it steady, while Ava peeked through the hole once more—no one was there, even though they were desperate to enter the apartment.
There wasn’t enough alcohol in their systems to experience a shared hallucination. It became more fantastical, or paranormal by the minute. Ava’s heart pounded along with the heavy hand on the door, as terror crept up her spine, causing the hair on the back of her neck to stand up.
“Vin,” she wheezed, as she grasped his bare arm.
He rested his finger against his lips in a gesture to silence her and pointed to the kitchen, while making a stabbing gesture. Her eyes widened as the pounding continued.
“Go,” he hissed.
She ran to the kitchen and pulled the chef’s knife from the block, because it had the thickest blade and fit the visual of an intimidating weapon.
Vince held his hand out as she ran back to the door. In her panic, she didn’t think to flip the knife, to hand him the handle first. The sharp blade slid across his palm, slicing it open.
“Fuck!” he growled.
The knife clattered to the ground, as he grabbed her throat with his bloody palm and slammed her back against the door.
“What the fuck is the matter with you? Stupid cunt!”
“I’m sorry,” she sputtered.
He didn’t seem to hear her, as he moved on animalistic instinct. He spun her around and slammed her against the door. Her breath escaped her lungs, as he thrust into her from behind.
“You want to come banging on my door, Mrs. Nobler? Then you can listen to me screw Ava’s fucking brains out.”
Fury drove Vince’s movements as he pistoned in and out of her. Ava would be sore for days, but it wasn’t enough to beg him to stop. He pounded on the door with the flat of his palm, leaving a bloody handprint on the white paint next to her head.
“Take me, whore,” he groaned. “You’re nothing more than a slut made for my pleasure. How dare you fucking mark me. I’m going to make you bleed, like the fat little piggy you are. Squeal for me.”
She complied as he spanked her ass. Yes, this was what she craved from him. Her teeth rattled as the pounding continued, causing her mind to go blank. Ava was trapped between Vince and the door. Nothing of her was left beyond that place.
“Good, little mouse. Scream for Mrs. Nobler.”
If she screamed, it wasn’t audible over the pounding, as every nerve ending became numb. Her body sagged, as she was no longer able to support herself.
Vince came with a roar, hitting the door with his palm, pushing her up onto her toes.
She blinked as his chest heaved against her back.
As he withdrew, he ran his finger through their mixed fluids.
He drew a V in the valley between her tits with the sticky mess.
His brand reminded her who she belonged to.
The pounding against the door lasted all night long. Ava was fearful of opening the door again, as she kept finding no one there. It didn’t matter if the apartment was haunted, or if she imagined the sounds, sleep wouldn’t come easy and neither would comfort.
Ava bolted upright as someone knocked on the door. She cleared her sore throat as she swallowed the fearful lump. She shivered as she locked eyes with the demon tattoo, staring at her from Vince’s back. The damned thing gave her the creeps, as she swore it tracked her movements.
The knock sounded again as she pulled on her navy silk robe and tied it around her waist. She entered her bathroom and glanced at her disheveled appearance.
She quickly smoothed her hair and splashed her face with cool water.
As she reached for her toothbrush, someone knocked again, so she dug beneath the sink for mouthwash, swished it around her mouth, then spat it into the porcelain basin.
The browning blood streak on the door, brought the terror of the night before back to the forefront of her mind.
Primal fear made her lips numb and her knees quake.
She timidly peeked through the peephole, but couldn’t see anything.
Ava took a deep breath, trying to shake off her trepidation, as she turned the doorknob.
A well-dressed woman, wearing a black blazer, without a shirt beneath it, stared down at Ava. Her tanned, ample cleavage made Ava self-conscious. She pulled her robe tighter, to cover the bruises on her chest and crossed her arms.
The woman’s blue eyes narrowed as she cleared her throat. “Ava Sims?”
“Yes,” she responded groggily.
The woman held up a thick black envelope with Ava’s name handwritten in calligraphy.
“This is for you.”
She prompted Ava to sign a digital device and then touch her index finger to confirm her identity. She nodded curtly once that step was complete and appraised Ava, looking her up and down.
“Don’t be afraid, Ava. You were selected for a reason.”