Marked (Marked #3) (21 page)

Deep and smooth, his velvety timbre caused a shiver to run down my spine and settle on my clit. Felt the twitch before wetness covered my lips. Maybe I did need this therapy session. How could I go from wanting to kill him one second, to wanting to fall to my knees before him the next?

Having that letter show up today made shit worse, and I didn’t know what to do about the invitation to the nut house. Until I did, avoidance was key.

“Can’t cut what I’m not doing,” was my non-intelligent reply. Blame it completely on the power he’d had over me since we met.

“Bitty…” God, how I loved the special name he’d given me, but this was war, and I couldn’t admit to it.

Looking up at him from underneath my lashes, I went for an innocent look. “Yeah.”

“Unless you’re in the mood to play
‘Talan’s a mean asshole,
’…tell me you won’t.”

Fuck, it was hard, but I managed to hold in the small gasp that almost threatened to escape. “Don’t know the game.”

“Last warning.” I saw his intent a mile away. If it were up to him, I wouldn’t make it past the already opened glass sliding doors that led to the pool area.

His leg bounced.

My fingers twitched.

Both dining chairs hit the floor hard as we took off.

“Too slow, old man.” Oh yeah, that burned. Eyes narrowing, he pushed harder and missed me as I crossed the threshold by a hair. “What’s the matter? Can’t keep up, babe?”

Then I made a huge mistake and looked back over my shoulder to taunt him. Angry. Hungry. Motherfucking filthy.

“Run, Maya.” Those words coming from his lips felt dirty; as if he’d already taken me. Here, on the ground, and left me a wet achy mess afterward. Sated, yet hungry for more.

“Oh, fuck.”  My heart thumped harshly against my chest and my breathing faltered. I was going to be very fucked by an angry tatt boy.  In a swift move that left me breathless, he took me down. We tumbled into the pool, both a tangled mass of limbs fighting to remain dominant. “Let go.” My demand was halfhearted, just a bullshit plea for release.

“Shut the fuck up, Bitty. No more chances.” Snarled, an angry hiss against the side of my neck before his teeth clamped down. Back to chest he held me in place. With one hand around my neck, he used the other to wander down past the skirt of my dress that floated above my waist, like a naughty halo that surrounded the area he desired: my pussy.

“Talan, please,” I whimpered as his fingers skimmed the edge of my simple white cotton boy shorts. A possessive touch, just a small tease before he fisted the material and pulled hard enough to tear them down one side. Stretched and broken, they slid down past my thighs and down to the bottom of the pool. “Fuck.”

And then he released me and took a few steps back in the water. “Take off the dress and walk to the edge of the pool.” Goose bumps arose on my skin at his commanding tone. God, did I want him. “Now, Maya. Hurry the fuck up and don’t look back.”

Doing as told, I lifted the wet cotton material of my dress over my head and tossed it away from me. Landing with a thud and splash, it floated away from me and toward the deeper end, a mass of navy blue and white.

“Touch me.” Low, I whispered the plea and waited for his move. Reaction to my need for him lay bare before him. He didn’t move. Barely made a sound behind me and I was growing tired, inpatient with his games. “I swear to God that if you…oh fuck!”

Warm, rough hands took ahold of my hips and pushed me against the nearest wall, the cold tiled edge of the pool pressing against my hardened nipples. The difference in temperature felt exquisite against my heated skin.

His bare chest met my back and I shivered, but it was his hardened length rubbing between the cheeks of my ass that made me moan. Caused another round of wetness to coat my swollen labia in anticipation for his perfect cock. A cock that toyed with me, tempted with each swipe of his swollen tip over my puckered hole.

“Told you to be quiet.” Rough, his timbre was that of a man possessed by lust and hunger. “I’ll only say this one more time…are you listening?” Instead of answering, I nodded. “Good my itty, little Bitty. Not a word. Not a single fucking sound while I take you right here.”

“But—”

His right hand left my waist, wrapped around my neck, and squeezed down just a bit. Enough to shut me up once more. “Quiet.” The fingers still on my hip twitched before letting go and wandering down to the apex of my thighs. Cupped me. “This is what’s going to happen. You will remain motherfucking mute while I pound your sweet little pussy. Your wetness and contracting walls will be your voice. Will tell me how close you are.”

“Baby.” A needy whimper. Fucker had me just where he wanted; pussy contracting and body a quivering mess in his arms. Pushing against his hand, I rocked my hips, looking for any kind of friction. To alleviate the desperation he created.

“Spread those legs, sweetheart.”

How the fuck was I expected to obey, when I couldn’t formulate the strength to do anything but breathe. Hold on to the edge and arch my back. Offering him everything I am, because I was simply his.

No other explanation needed.

Sensing just how lost to him I was, Talan took mercy on me, and with the hand cupping my pussy lifted me up. Just high enough to where the curve of my ass broke the surface of the water.

Soft, his tongue traversed the expanse of my back and lower. Lips left trails of opened-mouthed kisses. Teeth bit into flesh, dug deep and marked every inch he could reach.

Helpless and at his mercy, all I could do was hold on to that fucking ledge and pray. Beg every deity above to grant me the release I craved.

“Please forgive me?” was all he managed to spit out before his hand on my throat tightened once more. Pussy throbbing, I tried to gyrate against his hold, seek some relief, but he thwarted my attempts.

My mouth opened, but no word came out. On my next inhale, he roughly pulled me down on his throbbing cock.

“Son of a bitch,” I choked out in a gasp.

“Be fucking quiet,” he growled, hips punishing me. I felt stretched. So full of him. My body spasmed, pussy contracted around his length. “This will be hard. Rough. A reminder of why you worship my cock.”

A whimper escaped me. “I love your cock.”

“Dirty little Bitty.” His rhythm was harsh, retribution for not answering him. For even contemplating going to that therapy session with her. Branding me from the inside.

With both hands he took ahold of my hips and pulled me up and off his dick, causing me to contract almost violently around his girth on each downward stroke.

“Please...I’m so fucking close.” He loves to hear me beg. “Need more.”

“Do you, now?” A taunt.

“Yes.” Talan stilled inside me. “What the...”

“Squeeze my cock.” Long fingers traversed my body and cupped my heavy breast. Teased the already hardened nipples. “Work your tight pussy over me. Prove how much you love the dick fucking you.”

Those words lit a fire in me, and I fucking rode him. With nothing but the wall for assistance, I gyrated my hips off and slammed back down his cock. My walls tightened on every descending stroke, massaged his swollen length.

“Fuck, you feel good. That’s right...squeeze down on my cock. Make me come.” His hips picked up speed again. Water sloshed all around us, the concrete right above where he was fucking me was soaked. Our skin slapping against the other’s becoming a melody of its own.

I felt his smile against my shoulder blade a second before he bit into the flesh hard enough to bruise. Lost to the pleasurable pain, I didn’t register the sudden pressure against my ass. The slight sting of his rough finger until the tip was inside.

“God, yes!” I screamed as a euphoric feeling so fucking blinding rushed through me. Breathless, I held onto the concrete’s edge while everything around me blurred.

“Shit, yeah,” Talan grunted behind me and stilled, pulled my sensitive flesh against his while emptying inside of me. “That’s it, baby, milk every last drop. So goddamn good.” Those words, filthy and so hot in my ear, caused me to fall into another rush of pleasure. “The way your pretty little pussy feels around me...pulls me in deeper with each clench of your walls.”

If he was looking for a response, I couldn’t manage one. All I could do was lay my head back against his chest and try to breathe. Try to stay awake long enough to kiss his sweet lips and tell him how much I loved him.

My eyes felt heavy and closed. It wasn’t going to happen.

Fuck, I needed a nap.

“Look who’s been released on good behavior,” Simon’s loud ass bellowed the moment I walked through the shop’s door later that evening. Talan had asked me to come by whenever I’d awoken up from the nap he’d put me down for. Who knew pool sex could be so exhausting?

Tatt boy was very smug when he carried me out and took my half-asleep form into our room to lie down. I’d never tell him, but he had every reason to feel so. My pussy still felt the evidence of how he’d taken me.

“Shut it, grasshopper, and pay attention to the annoyed-looking redhead in your chair.” If looks could kill, I’d be dead. Another tattoo, another whore.

Now, not all women were like her. A lot came in with smiles of excitement over the work to be done, not the dick they were trying to mount.

As if on cue, his client huffed. “You’re interrupting.” Then she gave me that look. The one that warned me to back off. Bitch was of her rocker.

“Where’s Esther?” Keeping my eyes on hers, I met the glare head on.

“Getting coffee...” he trailed off. There was a hint of worry in his tone that caused me to look over.  Oh yeah, there was fear in those eyes. It was hard, but I kept in the small chuckle that wanted to escape. “One of those days where it’s needed.”

In other words, I had to read between the lines. Esther was pissed and walked away before getting snappy with his client.

“Gotcha.” My eyes wandered around looking for the rest of the shop’s employees. “And Lance? I thought he had someone down this afternoon to start a half sleeve.”

“Look at you knowing terminology.” A cocky grin formed on his lips. “Sleeping with the boss does that for you? Huh?”

“Simon.”

At the sound of his name he paused, lifted the needle off his client’s skin, and met my eyes. “Don’t be jealous. Talan just doesn’t roll that way.” His mouth dropped open while I shrugged and turned my attention back toward settling in.

“What? I don’t…what the hell, Maya?”

“Close that obnoxious little mouth of yours before you catch flies, young grasshopper.”

“Thought you loved me?” And then he did the cutest thing—Simon pouted. Esther would die, and my phone was out of charge. Epic opportunity to mess with him just metaphorically went down the drain.

“Can you flirt with him later?” Snide and with a just a touch of venom, the woman in his chair demanded. It caused both of us to look down at her with narrowed eyes. Jesus.

Simon opened his mouth to say something and when I cleared my throat, he turned my way.

“Leave it. Not offended in the least.” Ignoring her, I walked back around to the reception area and placed my purse behind the counter. It’d been a few weeks since I’d been here last, and I missed it. Missed them.

My family.

Even if I did want to kill them sometimes.

“Where’s he who belongs to me? In the back?” I yelled out over the rock playing in the background. “Office or work space?”

“Yeah,” Simon’s voice wavered a bit, and I turned around to look at him. With a hand on my hip, I arched a brow and waited. “He had a last minute lip ring, and he’s finishing up with
her
friend now. Go on back; he wanted you to find him when you arrived. Said it was an order.”

“He’s busy.” Tramp wore a self-satisfied grin on her face.

“First,” I snapped, my patience having evaporated by her audacity, “no one asked you if he was or wasn’t. Second, and this is the most important fact, I am his girlfriend and can and will come and go as I please. I’m not looking for your permission and have enough common sense in me that if he’s busy, I leave him be. So do me a favor; lay there with your lips zipped, and we won’t have an issue.”

“Nice to have you back, Owens.” Esther’s amused voice met my ears a second before I was pulled into a tight hug. “How are you feeling? Want me to kick her ass?” the last was whispered so only I could hear. After all, we were in a place of business and had to somewhat behave.

“Nah, she’s a mouther. All movement of the lips and none of the fists.” Nodding, she turned to glare at the now quiet client. “Anyways, we need to talk. I need your help.”

“Forgot how to ride your man’s dick? Need some informational videos?” Esther had jokes.

“Funny,” I deadpanned before flicking her across the forehead. “I’m not interested in your home video with grasshopper over there. Just fuck and no thank you.”

“Your loss…” she shrugged while taking a sip from her coffee “…your man might learn a thing or two. Old man and all.”

“Fuck, I missed you.”