Atonement (Heart of Stone) (22 page)

He lifted an eyebrow and cocked his head, “Ava, we can’t
put cameras in the privates. Punters don’t want their sexual adventures recording.”

“I don’t care, Mason. The girl’s safety comes before the
bloody clients. They don’t even have to know, I’ve ordered discreet micro
cameras from Lucas. And if you had them in here we could have seen the bastard
who pinched my best underwear” I added with a growl of annoyance.

He smirked and pulled me onto his lap in one swift yank,
my crotch sliding over his hard erection and my boobs pressing into the
firmness of his magnificent chest. “You think I want my staff watching me give
you the fuck of your life, baby?”

I returned his smirk as he started to unzip my jeans. His
hand slid down the front and his dirty smile lit his eyes when he discovered my
knickerless state.

My moan was loud as his fingers slid lower and circled my
clit, the moisture in my pussy providing a lubricant for him as he dipped
further and collected some of it to continue his stimulating exploit.

“You like that Ava, do my fingers on your clit make you
hot, baby?”

“Yes” I answered simply, my hips now rocking against him
as I ground myself on both his fingers and his jean clad hard-on.

“That’s it baby, take what you need” he rasped as I
manoeuvred myself until his fingers slid into my pussy and eased the throb of
desire.

“I need more, Mason.”

“No, you get what I give you Ava. Work what you have,
fuck my fingers harder, ride them baby.”

I groaned at him in annoyance and opened my eyes to glare
at him in frustration but the look on his face, the heat in his eyes halted my
reprimand and worked my arousal higher. His expression was pure sex, raw
virility and blazing hunger.

My head rolled back when he read my need and pressed his
thumb against my clit, my stimulated nerves exploding in ecstasy as my brain
screamed in pleasure. My fingers dug into Mason’s shoulders as my body
tightened in rapture and my hips worked harder, my pussy labouring on his
fingers in my selfish wanton need.

“Give it me, Mason. I need it!” I demanded harshly as my
arousal fired angrily, my body demanding what it needed and I gripped the hard flesh
of his shoulders as I pumped myself furiously on his fingers, driving down
until I nearly swallowed his knuckles.

“Ask me, Ava” he growled as his eyes glared and his
fingers retreated slightly.

“Mason!” My hands slid into his hair and I took chunks in
my fist, clinching handfuls in anger as he refused to feed my craving.

“Ask!”

I was riding his fingers in both temper and longing,
thirsting for the slightest drop of release, just a trickle of paradise.
“Please, please” I surrendered, “Bite me.”

His wicked smile deepened my longing but fired my temper,
“Bite me, Fuck Mason, bite me.”

I whimpered when he stroked the skin at the side of my
neck with his tongue, his teeth teasing as they promised so much, “Are you
mine, Ava?”

“Yes!” I yelped as his thumb skimmed across the delicate
hard tissue of my over-stimulated clitoris.

“Am I yours?”

“Oh God, yes, always” I murmured as his fingers drove
deep and flicked against my G-spot, “Always Mason.”

“Good girl” he smiled roguishly before his teeth sank deliciously
into the ripe flesh of my neck as his finger curled inside me and lit up my
whole system, my body crying out as nirvana took over and fed the deep longing.

“Oh, Jesus!”
I cried out as my whole body
stiffened and rejoiced in the bliss that Mason provided.

“You are so fucking beautiful when you come over me like
this” He whispered against my lips as his eyes held me tight, his expression
holding wonderment and love, the deep pull of his irises taking me hostage as
my orgasm ripped through every inch of me. “I fucking love you Ava Fox and no
fucker will ever get near you; that I can promise.”

I murmured a reply as I rested my head on his shoulder
and sorted through my frazzled nerves to put my body back together. “And me,
you Mason and I promise that I’ll let them go through you first.”

He laughed loudly as I smiled widely into the strength of
his hold. “My little warrior” he chuckled as he squeezed me over excitedly and
I groaned into him.

“Mmmm, I am so tired. What the hell is wrong with me?
I’ve never slept as much.” I yawned as Mason tipped his head and regarded me
thoughtfully.

“You okay? You feel a little hot.” He placed the back of
his hand on my forehead and I smirked at him.

“Ooh, Dr Fox, I am feeling a little flustered, would you
like to place your huge stethoscope on my chest to check out my vitals?” I
teased saucily.

Mason grinned and slapped my arse, “Behave Mrs Fox
otherwise we’ll never get out of this dismal bloody place.”

I frowned playfully at him, “This is your venture Mason,
your original cash cow, why do you hate it?”

He shrugged but smiled sadly as he ran his finger across
my bottom lip and watched it intently, “Because I have the awful feeling it’s
gonna come between us, it has
already
tried to rip us apart.”

“No, Mason, it was you holding on to the secret of it
that caused our break up, not the actual place.”

“Oh Ava, come on. What are you gonna do next time you
find some girls fucking on the sofa whilst I watch?”

I poked him good-naturedly in the ribs, “I’ll be sat
right next to you watching the show.”

His lips curled mischievously, “You are a pervert Ava
Fox.”

I nodded briskly, “I know, that’s why you love me.”

He laughed against me, his nose nuzzling the dip at the
base of my throat, “That I fucking do, God so much.”

I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him further into
me, “We’ll be fine, baby. I promise.”

His eyes swept up to capture mine, “I know we will Ava,
cos’ when I find this bastard, I’m gonna rip his fucking dick off and feed it
up his ass until he chokes on it.”

“Sounds fun” I winked as I climbed off his knee and
slipped my shoes on as I buttoned up my jeans. “Take me home you savage, I need
soup and sleep.”

He jumped up, his energy bouncing off the air in the room
and bringing a wide grin to my face before his strong arms hoisted me over his
shoulder. He slapped my backside before he carried me through the building,
girls giggling or huffing as we passed them in a run.

My god, I loved my husband. His moments of fun, no matter
how rare, always lit that special place within me and reminded me that whatever
horror or heartache our marriage delivered, we still had the most love a couple
could hold for one another. I knew our link, our bond was one that people
searched a lifetime for and I sighed happily as I realised how damn lucky I
was.

This glorious bastard was mine, all of him; his heart,
his soul and his very essence. He breathed for me, his life was lived for me
and there wasn’t many women could say that about their man.

I punched him square in the nose. It splattered blood
over his face and neck as a high pitched squeal left his windpipe with the
force of the break, “Stop fucking with me!”

The scrawny scrote Wes had picked up tailing Ava this
morning was pissing me off. His lips were tighter than a ducks arse and his
eyes were mocking the fuck out of me.

I circled round him, Greg smiling sinisterly as he
slithered into the zone that all my men in the room relished. The high that
only violence could produce, the euphoria of carnage and bloodshed and the menacing
calm cruelty could bring was invigorating.

My body hummed with animation as I cracked my neck
loudly. Mickey jolted at the noise and my lips curled malevolently before I
crouched to a squat behind him, my breath causing goose bumps to erupt over his
pale spotty skin, “Frightened, Mickey? You should be.”

He barked out a jolt of laughter and damn if the sound
didn’t make my fists clench angrily, “It’s not me who should be scared Fox, you
and that little whore of yours…”

The cap of my boot smashed into the side of his head, the
thick thud feeding my malevolence and satisfying my vehemence at his words,
“Show some fucking respect to my wife. You never mention her again.”

He whimpered as his head dropped to the side, the agony
on his face pleasing me no end. “I’m gonna ask you once more Mickey, Who – the
– fuck – ordered – you?”

He scrunched his face up, his dilemma feeding his fear.

“Must I remind you who you’re pissing off?” I whispered
in his ear, the ice in my voice rippling his body with a shudder.

I strolled over to the cold metal trolley equipped with
my tools as I fingered the equipment with a small smile and a slight tilt of my
head. “Ooh let’s see, Mickey. Eeny, meeny, miney, mo…” My fingers stilled over
a particular nice piece and I lifted it high, my eyes studying the instrument
with reverence at the thought of what the small device could do to a human
body.

I smiled broadly as I turned back to the arsehole that
wasn’t playing the game, “Ever seen one of these, Mickey?”

His eyes lifted to my hand then widened when he saw what
gismo I had chosen, “Fuck, Fox, I can’t….”

He now seemed to be having trouble picking a side,
wondering who would deliver the most pain over his cowardice, his betrayal and
his duty.

“But I think you can. You see, whoever is doing this to
my family is really beginning to piss me off Mickey, really yanking on my dick
now and I would be ever so grateful if you would tell me and then all this
silliness can stop.”

He blew out a heavy breath at my eerily calm voice before
he eyed everyone in the room, each of my men giving him a nod of encouragement
until his terrified gaze settled on me again. “All I’m saying is… you need to
look closer to home, Fox. Ever wonder where the money went? Find that then you
find out who is behind this. But I give you no names Fox, that I can’t do.
Please….”

I sighed and rocked my head as though weighing my
options. I took a couple of steps towards him and my gut danced at the horror
in his face as I slid the curve of the small blade down his cheek, the sharpness
of the tool slicing his face open without any effort what-so-ever.

I sighed with a disturbing serenity, the sight of his
blood feeding my vice and heating my skin vigorously. “Nah, I think I still
need a name, Mickey.”

He shook his head feverishly, his terror visible as he
rattled his restraints against the chair he was tied to, “I can’t…”

“Yes, you can,” I urged as I lowered the tip against the
bulge of his adam’s apple and circled it slowly. “I always wonder why men have
prominent Adam’s apples Mickey, don’t you. Really annoying aren’t they, I
really think they need removing. They give away our sexual desire for a woman;
tell them how much we wanna fuck ‘em. Did you know that?”

He gulped as he shook his head again, “Please…”

He was crying now, each hot tear caught my attention as
it slipped down his throat and over the silver steel of the blade, mixing with
the vivid red of his blood as I pressed it further into his flesh, “Last
chance, I need to get home to my wife’s hot little body. Such a good fuck, my
wife, I’d be rather upset if someone took that from me. You understand,
Mickey?”

“Mason…” he tried, using my Christian name as though it
would soften me. What a prick. “I can’t, but you need to check your… staff.
Someone… they’re closer than you think. The money Fox, find the fucking money.”
His red eyes scanned the room rapidly as though he was looking for someone but
eventually rested on me. “Please… be quick” he whispered, his choked breaths
fucking me off.

He wasn’t going to relent, wasn’t going to give me what I
needed. “You really are fucking stupid aren’t you?”

His screams were loud but my smile was louder as I took
him to pieces.

***

“Hey.” I breathed in her scent as I nuzzled against her
wet neck, the bubbles from the over filled bath tickling my nose. Her wet hand
lifted to my head as she palmed behind it and pulled me further into her.

“Mmmm, hey.” She mumbled sleepily and her complete
contentment with my company made my gut heat in appreciation, “You okay?”

I nodded, still buried in her exquisite skin, my
reluctance to move away from her alerting her to my weariness. “I am now” I
answered dreamily, my fatigue causing my forehead to drop to her slender
shoulder.

“Mason?” Her head titled into me as she placed a soft
kiss on my ear and I shivered as excitement coursed through my blood system,
her body and mind always making me hard and horny.

“I’m just tired” I replied as I lifted my head and rolled
it around my neck before palming her cheek and kissing her pert little nose.
“Can I ask you something?” I queried as I settled beside the bath on the floor
and picked the sponge from the shelf, dipping it under the water before I
proceeded to wash every inch of her amazing body.

“Of course” she grinned as her fingers curled around mine
and helped steer me to where she wanted.

I gave her a sly smile as I yielded and let her lead.
“You remember years ago when you found that money had been disappearing?”

She nodded as her eyes closed and her head tilted back
into the cushion propped on the end of the tub, “Did you ever find out where it
went?”

She lifted her head sharply and gave me a puzzled look,
“I thought you found it. I thought it was Rebecca because it stopped moving
when she went. Is there a problem?”

I shook my head as bewilderment flashed through me. How
the fuck could I lose nearly £200,000 and not find it? I knew I had money to
burn but it was the fact that I had let it slide, not looked further into it.
Like Ava said, I had also thought it had been Rebecca. Something wasn’t adding
up and the whole thing was really fucking with me now. God damn!

“Mason… Talk to me, tell me.”

I sucked in a drag of air and pursed my lips heavily, “We
caught a tail on you this morning and it was just something he said.”

She stared at me with wide eyes, my information about her
being followed causing her both alarm and anger. She rode it though, God love
her as she tipped her head in thought, “What did he say?”

I kept my eyes trained on my wash worship, her soft pale
skin mesmerising me as it glowed with the heat of the water. Her beauty was
utterly unique, totally enchanting and I smiled unconsciously as I watched a
trail of goose bumps flow behind my trek, “He said find the money and I’ll find
the prick who’s doing this.”

She frowned and looked as puzzled as I felt, “What the
hell, that was years ago.”

I shrugged but nodded in agreement, this also the main
cause of my confusion, “Yeah.”

“It doesn’t make sense, Mason. Can you be sure he wasn’t
messing with you?”

I sucked in my lips and pulled a frown of my own, “But
how would he know about the missing money?”

She sighed deeply and I watched the rise of her lovely
tits in the water, her nipples bobbing behind the mass of bubbles and I groaned
low as I fought the urge to strip naked and climb in with her. “Tea or wine?” I
asked as I controlled my desires and stood, drying my hands on a towel before I
leant back into her and kissed her forehead.

“Ooh, such a hard choice” she grinned up at me and I
nodded with an exaggerated eye roll.

“Wine it is; red or white?”

“Red, let’s be daring” she waggled her eyes brows at me
and I smiled back, her playfulness relaxing me and calming my blood. She always
had a way to do that with just one smile, her beauty and adoring gaze had me
believing in miracles every day.

“Have you been to see Courtney?” I asked quietly as I
moved behind her and took her long curls in my hands and pulled them out of the
water, my fingers dragging through the mass of frazzled ringlets as I scooped
it atop her head and grabbed the clip she kept on the shelf, fixing the bulk of
unruliness in place.

She stiffened and I sighed, “Baby, go see her. Don’t
leave it like this, she’s your best friend and if Kade’s as heartless as we
know he is, she’ll need you right now.”

“I just… Oh, I dunno Mason, it feels like she’s betrayed
me, gone behind my back and…” she finished with a shrug but I could feel the
hurt behind her words.

I reached forward, sliding my hands down her damn fine
body. “For me” I whispered as I pinched her stiff nipples, rolling them between
my thumb and finger in a pleasant torture before releasing them and cupping the
whole of her breast, massaging gently as she moaned softly.

Her eyes opened as she tilted her head back further to
look at me, “Okay.”

I beamed at her. Her friendship with Courtney was
important to her and I hated seeing them both ache with the distance between
them. “Good girl. Kiss me.”

She winked as she lifted up and caught my lips with hers,
“I love you” she mouthed ahead of thrilling my whole system with the moulding
of her lips on mine.

Fuck me, she was one glorious warrior. My little warrior.