"Please, Mr. Penn. Please," her voice was high pitched and shaky as she begged me. The muscles of her legs stood out in relief as she straddled the Hitachi without coming. If she came without permission, everything would end. The worst sort of torture for a masochist was no torture at all. I flicked the chain that connected the clover clamps attached to each of her nipples. Her body rippled as I forced more sensation on her. I leaned down, grabbed her chin. Bringing her face up to mine, I took her mouth. Claimed her lips and tongue with my own. As she was sinking into the kiss, I pulled away. Pushed her head down to my waiting cock. As her lips closed around the mushroom head, I wrapped a hand around her throat and squeezed. Synra had a list of hard limits that I could count on one hand. She loved everything right on the edge. And I loved giving it to her. With almost clinical detachment, I monitored her body. The red flush of her face, the straining of her muscles. The
I groaned as I rolled over. My legs felt like they each weighed a thousand pounds. From my hips to my toes, everything hurt. Pretty sure even my knee pits hurt. How was that even possible?I eased my feet over until they dangled over the edge of the bed. The rest of my legs felt like I had steel in my veins that kept them from bending. I looked down. The bruising had spread. Blacks, blues, purples, and reds decorated me from mid-thigh down. I twisted my legs to the side. Instead of the colors staying on top of my legs, it had wrapped me in the colors until each leg looked like some kind of gothic candy cane. "Holy cannoli," I muttered. Mmm. Cannoli. My stomach chose that moment to assert its dominance in our relationship. It grumbled. Loudly.Tali turned over. "I heard that. Time to feed the beast." I looked over my shoulder, watched her get out of bed. Even in her cotton PJs, she looked like a model. Not a single strand of greasy hair or bags under her eyes. If I didn'
I clenched my back teeth as my formal name spilled from her lips. She didn't have a fucking clue what was going on, but her submission was about to land her under me. I'd give her some damned waves to ride. "Get the fuck on, Penn," Domenico barked. Thank fuck he couldn't see my face. He'd have me shot and buried so fast, Willow's legs would still be black and blue. I winced again as I looked at her legs. They were perfectly shaped. Her hips plush enough to grip and not hit bone. Her legs would look fucking fantastic around my waist. "Mr. Penn?" Willow said softly. Her eyelids fluttered as if she were getting ready to open her eyes again. I growled at her. They lay still once more. Fuck. I needed to get her moving and get the fuck out of here. She was bad for my wellbeing. "Okay, Willow, put your hands on my waist." Did I really need her touching me to maneuver her body? No. But no one else needed to know that. Her hands lifted slowly, a furrow tugged at her brow
I bit my lip at the confused look on his face. It wasn't really his fault. I had a tendency to want to bake when I was turned on. I chuckled mentally-at least something good came of my aroused states. All the cookies, pies, brownies, cakes, confections a person could ever ask for. They also gave me a lot more pleasure than sex. I sighed. Oh well. Something over his shoulder pulled my attention. Tali stared at me like I had asked Ryker to eat my...cookie...in the middle of the room full of her brothers. We knew each other too well if she could decode my offer to bake for the man. "How are you feeling?" Tali asked, a strange note in her voice. All eyes turned to me. Damn it. Center of attention was nowhere I ever wanted to be. I nodded. "Good."Dom came over and grabbed my hand. "Come on. Let's feed you before you get too much hangrier." He pulled me after him. I tripped over my feet and almost crashed through the glass coffee table. "Amatucci, you asshole," Ryker
What the fuck had I been thinking, charging into Willow's bathroom like a hero? I hadn't been thinking. That was the problem. The whole fucking point. She'd needed help and I'd just reacted. Like metal to a magnet, I was drawn to her. That shit stopped today. Right now. From the sounds of things, she had enough men in her life who were more than willing to take a bullet for her. The only bullet I'd take was the one I'd put in her pussy before I fucked her. "Penn, are you even fucking listening?" Amatucci snarled as his driver took us to the District Attorney's office. I flipped through my short term memory. "You want to know what other evidence I have. Well, you're just going to have to find out when I tell Jerrod. I don't share my secrets, Amatucci. Get used to it."He mumbled under his breath. Something about torture and pain. I blocked it out. I was used to people being pissed off with me. A good ninety-nine percent of them always were. I didn't mind in the least. Usually
I could feel the bile pushing at the back of my throat. "Hurry, Rafe." We were standing outside the door of my apartment after the prep shopping we'd done for my parties this weekend. Finally, he got the door unlocked. He dropped our stuff and picked me up and rushed me to the bathroom. We made it just as my stomach gave its last shove towards victory."Fucking Nico," Rafe said as he held my hair back as I emptied my stomach into the toilet again. I barely had time to wipe my mouth before more came gushing from me. He held me tight against his body. My abused legs were unable to support me or allow me to bend.Finally. Finally, he was going to pay. Granted, I didn't want it to be this way, but if this whole thing could be over? I'd submit to the rape kit even. They could poke, prod, take pictures of anything they wanted if it meant he would finally be stripped of his medical license and put behind bars. Another round of heaves shook my body as the five years of horror and ter
The slightest downturn edged her sexy as fuck mouth when I accepted her gratitude. I wasn't giving up the mission to get her in my bed, but I knew bulldozing her wasn't going to get me where I wanted to be. Under her. Over her. Inside her. It might not be tonight or even next week. But I would wear her down. I could give her what these Amatuccis were too fucking scared to give her. I don't know how they held out against her begging. Domenico and I had walked in, joking about something stupid when Rafe had yelled fuck like his soul was being ripped from his chest. I'd pushed both Amatuccis away as I ran for her. Tears streamed down her cheeks, her voice quavered as she asked them to save her. They'd shaken their heads and denied her mercy. They claimed to love her, but would only love her in ways they found acceptable. Regardless of what she actually needed. Actually hurting her, knowing I caused her physical damage, did something to my heart and soul. But I wasn't willing t
"Hey sleepy head. Time for dinner," Tali called sometime later. The last thing I remember was going to sleep after I cried myself out in Rafe's arms. Dom and Ryker had left as Rafe and I talked. I pushed myself upright and slid back into the arm of the couch. My lower body still ached. My right leg definitely more than my left. I still wasn't angry that Ryker had done it, though. I'd gladly suffer the extra pain to keep the mental demons away. I was still a little hurt that Rafe or Dom had been unable to help me. Or rather, unwilling. I knew I shouldn't be. Knew they just didn't understand. But their lack of understanding killed something inside me. Slowly. So freaking slowly. "What are we having?" I asked as I pushed the morose thoughts away. "Lemon garlic chicken and asparagus," she announced as she turned from the stove. "Sleep well?"I was in the middle of stretching when she asked, so it took me a hot minute to answer. "Yeah. Pretty well. What time is it?""A littl