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  Nate took a step forward, but before he could take another one a guard grabbed his arm. He was frisked quickly, and then he was being pulled toward the entrance. Nate kept his head down as he was led inside, down a hallway, and finally shoved through an open doorway. The door closed behind him, and he looked up to se Marco sitting along on the couch in front of a fire. He held a clear crystal cut glass filled with amber liquid, and had a cigar between his lips.

  Marco was next in line after Sal, his father, or at least Nate assumed that’s how these things worked. Nate knew enough about the Cardonas that Marco was even more brutal than Sal.

  “You better have my money, because you showing up here empty-handed is pretty damn stupid,” Marco said and took a sip from his glass.

  “I want to clear this up, just you and I. I don’t want anyone else involved.”

  Marco didn’t say anything, but he did set his glass down and stand. He inhaled from the cigar and blew the smoke out after only keeping it in his mouth for a second or two.

  “You don’t want anyone else involved?”

  Nate shook his head. “I don’t want my sister hurt because of my mistakes.”

  “That’s pretty honorable,” Marco said without emotion, and moved closer. “But you are at least smart enough to know how this works.”

  Nate felt the tightness in his body increase.

  “You don’t have my money to me by the date it’s due, and I’ll make sure I find your pretty little sister and fuck her until she bleeds.” Marco grinned, a grisly display of his distorted power and violence. He stepped closer until Nate smelled the cologne he wore. “And I’ll make sure you watch, make sure you know you’re the one that brought it on her.”

  Nate wasn’t thinking clearly, not after what Marco just said. He would have done anything to make sure Renee was protected.

  “I want her safe,” he whispered.

  “You know,” Marco said, “I might have some fun with her even after I get the money.”

  Nate snapped, something inside of him just tearing in two. He pulled out the blade, minus the handle, he’d had tucked at the front of his pants. It had been flat, undetectable. When they’d patted him down, because there hadn’t been a handle, they hadn’t felt it, or had overlooked it. If they’d found it Nate wouldn’t have made it inside, and instead would have either been shot dead, or had a bullet through him and then taken to see Marco and Sal.

  When Marco started laughing again, probably envisioning what he would do to Renee, Nate didn’t think, just reacted.

  He plunged the blade into Marco’s gut, and heard the man howl in pain. He stumbled back, not knowing if any of the guards would come in since they were probably right out the door, or if Marco would kill him. Nate would to stab him again, not even thinking anymore, because he realized what a bad idea this had been. But all he had thought about was trying to make things right with his sister, to keep her safe.

  He was an idiot, because he’d just made things monumentally worse.

  But Marco slapped Nate’s hand away, the blade skidding to the ground.

  “You stupid motherfucker,” Marco said and reached behind him to grab a gun. Nate tensed, thinking he’d die right now. But Marco took the butt of the gun and slammed it against Nate’s head.

  “I should kill you, but I’m going to make sure your sister knows how much worse you just made it.”

  Darkness was the last thing Nate saw.

  ****

  Butters knew her eyes were large as she stared up at Mayhem. He looked so powerful and dangerous, all in the same breath. She was so wet for him. Could he see her arousal glistening, smell her like he’d claimed? He still didn’t approach her right away. Instead he just watched her while jerking off.

  He moved closer to her, and she swallowed. Her breasts were thrust out, not so much as she was trying to tease him, but because of the position she was in on the couch. But she supposed it looked a little sultry, a little arousing. He placed both his hands along her outer thighs, and moved them under to cup her ass. Their eyes locked for a heartbeat.

  The feel of his warm breath skating across her pussy could have made her come right then. He smirked, a hard slash across his mouth that was not one of amusement, but one that told her he knew exactly the effect he had on her and was relishing in it.

  “You want me sucking at your cunt, don’t you?”

  “Yes,” she breathed that lone word.

  And then he had his mouth on her, his tongue along her lips and clit. The feel of his tongue on her exposed flesh had her eyes involuntarily closing and her head falling back against the cushion. He used that muscle to run up her center, sucking and lapping at her wetness, causing more cream to spill from her. He was so incredibly slow with his ministrations, licking her like he was savoring a lollipop. Butters found herself pressing closer to him, trying to tempt him to give her more. Given the situation she was in with him, her actions had her slightly mortified. Here she was pressing her pussy against his mouth, fucking herself on him.

  Her hands seemed to have a mind of their own as she reached out and gripped handfuls of his hair. As if that had been the wrong move, Mayhem removed his mouth from her and leaned back. She opened her eyes and blinked several times, reality coming back. The arousal still pounded through her bloodstream, crying out for more.

  “Put your arms above your head and keep them there while I eat you out.” His tone brooked no argument.

  She did as he said because she needed his mouth on her desperately. When she clasped her hands together above her head, resting them on the top of the couch, he moved back between her legs and resumed licking her. His tongue moved up and down her slit, teasing her clit on the upstroke, and pressing back into her cunt hole on the down stroke.

  She was close to coming.

  Mayhem was torturously slow, bringing her close to climax but not exerting enough pressure on her clit, or finger-fucking her hard enough to actually bring her over the edge. Perspiration coated her skin even more as she tried in vain to come, as she tried to reach that precipice. She silently begged for him to suck on her clit again by rubbing her pussy on his mouth with more fervor.

  Her fingers hurt from the strain of keeping them together. All she wanted to do was grip his head and shove it harder into her pussy. Air left her lungs in moans and gasps. She couldn’t stop thrashing her head back and forth as the pleasure seemed to grow higher.

  “God, I’m so close.”

  “Beg me to let you come. Let me hear your pleas.”

  He was such a sadist, torturing her like this.

  At this point she would have done anything to feel that crest of pleasure wash over her.

  “Please, Mayhem. Please let me come.” The words left her on a whoosh of air, and she locked gazes with him. The look he gave her had her entire body tightening. As if he wanted to prolong her torture, she watched in rapt shock as he held her pussy lips apart with his thumbs and ran his tongue up her center. His tanned, tattooed hands seemed so dark against her flesh.

  When he reached her clit he brought the tiny bud into his mouth and sucked hard. Rhythmic motions had her grinding herself against his mouth, over and over again. He sucked on her clit, bringing the tiny bundle of nerves over his tongue and ever so gently running his teeth along it. Butters threw her head back as her whole body tensed. The orgasm that moved through her was intense and heady, just like him. He never stopped sucking on her but magnified the feeling by thrusting two thick fingers into her opening as she writhed.

  When the tremors started to dissipate, and her high leveled out, she breathed out a content sigh. The blissful feeling was short-lived as she was lifted into strong arms. A gasp escaped her, and she instinctively wrapped her arms around Mayhem’s neck and her legs around his waist. He was walking seconds later, and before she knew it she was in his room with the door shut.

  “I’m about to fuck you so hard, Butters.” His voice was so rough and deep, like sandpaper moving over her skin. Things wer
e going to escalate, and she had no intention of stopping it.

  Mayhem set her on the ground but kept his hands around her waist. They were so close that she felt the cool metal of his cock piercings press against the heated flesh of her belly. She swallowed and searched his face with her gaze. Butters could see the redness of his mouth, the slight glossiness from when he’d eaten her out. She even smelled herself on his mouth, a heady scent that seemed to make what they were doing even filthier.

  When they’d first kissed downstairs he had seemed as frantic as she was, but as things progressed he’d grown more controlled. She couldn’t deny that she liked it, craved it even. Never had she thought being dominated and controlled by a man would please her so much, but Mayhem’s rough commands, the way he seemed to hold her in a purely proprietary way, nearly undid her all over again.

  He moved forward so she was forced to step backward. When she felt the bed behind her she didn’t stop from going down on it. He stood over her, darkly handsome. He used his upper body to push her back until she was sprawled beneath him.

  “Once I start I’m not going to fucking stop.” His voice never wavered, and the stoic, controlled expression stayed on his face. She knew what she was getting into, and whether it was a bad idea or not, she wouldn’t tell him to stop.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Mayhem had to grit his teeth and force himself not to slide into her hot, wet cunt right then and there, but he knew he wouldn’t last, had no self-control when it concerned Butters. For some sick reason he needed her to tell him she wanted this. Her body’s reaction wasn’t enough. All he could think about was what her sweet pussy would feel like wrapped around his cock, how she’d grip him like a vise.

  The smell of her cream, still covering his mouth and blinding all other senses, made it harder with each passing moment to keep himself from losing control. But fuck, he didn’t really want to keep himself in check. He just wanted to claim her in all ways, and wash away the shit he’d have to do. Using his hands on her inner thighs, he pushed her legs wider apart until he got an unobstructed view of what he ached for.

  Mayhem could see how swollen she was, and the sight alone almost had him coming right then. He couldn’t stop himself from kneeling between her legs and bringing his face close to her pussy. He pressed his hips into the mattress, hoping to stem off his impending orgasm. For that one lone moment he let himself marvel at her.

  Her slit, so ready for him, made his whole body tighten with need. Her breasts were huge and round, and all natural with tight, pink nipples poised at the tip had his hands itching to caress them. A groan ripped from him as he watched her gently bite on the flesh of her bottom lip. It was erotic yet innocent. It nearly drove him over the edge.

  Again he pressed his hips into the mattress, feeling the sheets scrape along his throbbing cock, heightening his arousal instead of dimming it.

  “God, baby.” He groaned the words, and she let out a mewling noise. She was close to getting off again. But he wanted her to come with his cock deep in her pussy. Yeah, he was going to fuck her good and hard, and then he’d figure out what in the hell was going on with him and how he really felt for her.

  ****

  Butters couldn’t breathe, couldn’t even concentrate as she tried to get her bearings.

  Mayhem rested his head on her inner thigh, his warm breath teasing her flesh. He’d devoured her. There was no other way to explain what he’d done between her thighs, but she needed him filling her. She needed to come again with him in her pussy.

  “Fuck me.” Those two words were a mere whisper out of her. He settled his body on top of hers and placed his hand on the back of her neck, bringing her head closer to his mouth until their lips were inches apart.

  “I don’t care if our deal was for a week. You’re mine.” He ran his lips lightly across hers, not really kissing her, but tempting her all the same. She tasted herself on him and found herself leaning in more, wanting more. “You’re the only one that makes me feel like I have no control.” His tongue peeked out and teased hers. “Just being next to you makes me so fucking hard I can’t even think straight.”

  She trembled as he spoke softly, his words, admission, sounding so truthful.

  He had replaced his lips with his tongue and ran it across her bottom lip. She closed her eyes briefly and absorbed the sensations. No other man had ever made her feel this way, had ever made her crave to be touched. And even if she enjoyed being with him, this whole situation seemed so abhorrent because of the fact he’d paid her to be here. After this was all said and done he’d probably never want anything to do with her again.

  Isn’t that what you want?

  “Your pussy is the sweetest fucking thing I’ve ever tasted, and I feel like if I don’t swallow your cream, make you come against my mouth, this beast inside of me will escape.”

  She felt a flush spreading throughout her whole body. Her eyes had closed of their own accord as she let his words sink in as he ignited every part of her to a fever pitch. Before she could even open her eyes, wanting to see him, Mayhem slipped his fingers between her legs and stroked her cunt, running the digits on either side of her labia, and then rubbing her clit.

  “I want to savor this, bring you as much pleasure as you’re bringing me, but I also need my dick inside of you too fucking much.” He moved his mouth to the pulse point at her throat while he continued to run his finger over the opening of her pussy. “You’re so damn wet for me, baby, ready for my big cock.” His finger dipped inside of her, and she bit her lip. “I bet this slick little pussy will be the tightest I’ve ever felt, sucking at me like it needs my jizz.”

  He slipped another digit into her body and then another until he was thrusting three thick fingers in her. “Damn, my whole hand is drenched because you’re so wet, because you want me so badly.”

  She gasped as he twisted his fingers inside, scissoring them until she was squirming, trying to thrust into them and move away at the same time.

  “My dick is going to stretch this little cunt so much that you scream out for more.” He finger fucked her faster, harder, and the sound of her flesh sucking at him seemed to fill the room. She wasn’t lost to the fact Mayhem was dry humping the mattress, this low growl leaving him, as well.

  She was unabashedly gripping onto his arms, her nails digging into his flesh as she tried to reach that pinnacle of pleasure. Butters wasn’t ashamed to start fucking herself on his fingers, twisting herself and pushing her pussy down on him. Needing to go over the edge. She knew if he kept this up she would get off again.

  Mayhem brought his thumb to her clit and started rubbing it back and forth, not hard, but with enough pressure she knew she’d soon be falling over that ledge of ecstasy. For as hard and rough as he was, right now he was making sure she found her pleasure.

  And then he brushed up against something deep inside of her, something that had a spark of electricity moving through her body. She felt that crest peak, and then she was falling into the hazy of erotic torture as she came. Butters cried out and pumped her pussy faster and harder on his fingers. He grunted in pleasure against her ear. When her body became lax, she rested her head on his forearm, breathing roughly.

  There were no coherent thoughts running through her mind. Despite just getting off, she wanted him still. It was like that last orgasm inflamed her to the point she would have begged him to fuck her over and over again.

  She peeled her eyes open and stared at him. Mayhem hovered over her, his face a hard mask, the desire clear on his expression. She could feel his massive erection against her thigh, and she knew what she wanted to do. Butters flattened her hands against his chest and gently pushed. She thought he might fight her on this, because Mayhem was a dominant man in all things, but he let her exert this strength, if only for right now.

  When he was on his back she pushed herself up, staring down the length of his body, at the hardness of his muscles, definition of his power even though he seemed semi-relaxed. Mayhem see
med like the type of man to never fully be calm, to never really be content. He seemed like he’d always have this tension about him.

  She lowered her gaze to his cock, her pulse jumping at the base of her throat. The piercings were what really turned her on at the moment, because she remembered how they’d felt in her ass, how they’d rubbed along nerve endings she hadn’t even known existed. Tearing her eyes from the hard length before her, she looked into his eyes. Of course, he held an unreadable expression, one that had nothing to do with the shadows playing in the room. The man before her was hard in more ways than one.

  “You want to think you have some control, baby?” he asked in a deep voice.

  She licked her lips but didn’t answer, didn’t know how to respond.

  “Suck the cum from me.” The gleam in his eyes spoke loudly. His erection strained forward, and she grabbed the root as she leaned in, wanting to ride him, but also wanting to taste him for just a moment. Mayhem hissed when she tried to wrap her fingers all the way around him, adding a little pressure, but not getting all of him in her grasp. There was a huge part of her that wanted to please Mayhem as much, if not more, than he’d pleased her.

  “You want my cock in your mouth?” he asked, but it didn’t quite sound like a question. “Open that pretty mouth of yours and do it, baby.”

  A shiver ran up her spine at his dominating tone.

  Not wasting any more time, because honestly she wanted him to fuck her pretty damn badly, Butters leaned down and brought her mouth to the tip of him. She could feel his heat and parted her lips to flick her tongue over the ridge of the tip. He tasted salty and masculine, a weird combination to even think, but the reality of everything that was Mayhem.