Rough & Rugged (Notorious Devils Book 3) (37 page)

“Your tears don’t mean shit to me, Hattie,” I announce.

The lie rolls off of my tongue too easily. I thought that I was void of feeling sympathy or empathy, or anything except anger, but I’m not.

I feel
everything
when it comes to Hattie. Watching her body shake with her tears is tearing me apart. I want nothing more than to hold her and fuck her tears away. But I don’t. I stand firmly in place and stare at her.

“I was so scared and I couldn’t stay up here a second longer,” she murmurs through her tears. “I just went to the bar to see if anybody could tell me anything. You just vanished, Johnny, and nobody knew a thing.

“Then Dailey gave me some beer and a shot. We started talking and he just kept giving me more. Then Fury came in and he told me you were okay. Then they started talking about whores, and I just started laughing, I couldn’t help myself, it was hilarious,” she rambles.

I take a step toward her. Pissed off or not, she’s cute as fuck right now, rambling and slurring. When she looks up at me with the most worried expression on her face, all of my anger dissipates. I reach out and cup her cheek with my palm as she sighs heavily.

“I was so worried about you, Johnny,” she whispers.

“You can show me just how worried you were, princess,” I murmur.

I watch as her eyes widen and her mouth makes the most adorable O shape I’ve ever seen. I want those lips wrapped around my cock,
immediately
. I nod down to my jeans and she licks her lips before her tiny hands make quick work of unbuckling, unzipping, and pushing down my jeans and boxers.

“Take all of me, Hattie. Show me just how much you really missed me,” I challenge.

“Whatever you want,” she mutters as she drops to her knees in front of me.

“Let me see my brand first,” I demand.

Hattie puts her arm out to the side and I see it for the first time—all black and permanently etched on her creamy skin—
Dirty Johnny
. My cock grows even harder at the site.
Mine
. She’s mine now, completely and totally mine. Nobody can take her from me; nobody can even touch her but
me
.

“Johnny?” she questions. I look down at her and smirk.

“Looks fuckin’ perfect, princess,” I mutter. “Now take my dick.”

I wrap my hand at the side of her neck as I start to bury my cock down Hattie’s throat. Her eyes are glued to mine as I tip her head back a little and sink further down, hitting the back of her throat.

“Relax now, just like last time. You can do it, you can take me all the way,” I murmur, pushing my cock further down her esophagus. “Breathe through your nose.”

Once I’m completely seated down Hattie’s throat, I let out a loud groan.
Fuck,
she feels good. Every part of her feels good, but the fact that she can do this for me?
Fuck
, it’s like she was made just for me. I gently massage the side of her neck as I begin to thrust a little and then pull out completely. She sputters a bit, saliva and shit everywhere, but she looks gorgeous.

“One more time for me?” I ask.

“Yes,” she rasps.

I ease back down her throat and grit my teeth when my balls hit her chin. Fucking bliss is what it is. That is, until my door opens. I look over and see Tasha standing there, completely naked. I quickly pull out of Hattie’s throat, but not gently enough, because she coughs and gasps for air. Shit, she’s drunk too. She’ll be hurtin’ tomorrow for that.

“The fuck, Tasha?” I ask.

“After your day, I thought the two of you could use company.” She announces as she slides her fingers down her belly and between the folds of her pussy.

I watch for a second before I turn to Hattie. She’s frozen on the floor, but when she senses my gaze, she looks up at me.

“I-I-If that’s what you want, Johnny,” she whispers.

She doesn’t convince me that she’d be cool with it, though. She’d hate herself in the morning, and so would I. No way in fuck am I going to make her watch me touch another woman. I could never allow another man to even look at her, let alone touch her, so no way would I put her through that.

I pull my pants up my hips before I take a step toward Tasha, watching as her eyes light up. I wrap my hand around her bicep and quickly turn her around.

“Oh, you’re going to be rough. Shit,
yes
,” she hisses.

I don’t respond. I open the door and shove her outside of my room, then I slam and lock my door before I turn to my woman.

“This is you and me, princess. Nobody else is in our bed, ever.” I announce.

“What about, what about the things you like? You told me you enjoyed multiple women,” she says, not moving from her spot on the floor.

“That was something that some sick, fucking pervert put in my head. That was the only sex I knew, Hattie. I never knew how to fuck just one girl, not really, not until I found you. Your body is the only one I want to share mine with.
Just you
. Nobody else.”

Hattie stands and sways the few steps toward me before she throws her arms around my neck and presses a kiss to the hollow of my throat.

“I love you, Johnny,” she whispers. “I was so scared when you were gone. At first, I thought you freaked out and left me there. But then when Torch showed up, I knew something wasn’t right. All I could think about was that they wouldn’t find you and I wouldn’t see you again. And I hadn’t told you that—
I love you
.”

I slide one of my hands up the center of her back and twist my fingers in her hair before I tug it back, making sure our eyes are locked together. I grin looking down at her tear streaked face, her puffy eyes, and puffier lips. She’s never looked more gorgeous.

Sliding my thumb across her bottom lip, taking in her sweet face, the innocence that pours off of her—I relish in all of it. Because it is all for me.

“I love you so fuckin’ much, Hattie.”

“I
love you so fuckin’ much, Hattie.”

Johnny’s words come as a shock. Not that he feels that way about me, but that he’s told me aloud. This rough man loves me—
me
. I press my lips to his and kiss him. It’s sweet and slow until his hand slips from my face to grab a handful of my ass. I’m unable to stop the moan from escaping my throat at the feel of his firm hold.

“I want to fuck you, Hattie. I want to make you scream for me,” he murmurs against my lips.

“Every part of me is yours,” I whisper.

“Not yet, but eventually, it will be,” he winks as he takes a step back from me. “Take off your clothes now.”

I do as he says, taking off every stitch of my clothing. Standing in front of him, watching the way his eyes devour me, I don’t feel like my breasts are small, or that I’m too skinny, or that I lack the curves of other women. No, I feel like the most beautiful and desirable woman on earth.

I watch with bated breath as he strips himself of his clothing as well. I notice that his side has some red marks, and I look at him in question.

“I’ll tell you what happened to me later. Right now, I need to feel your pussy wrapped around my cock,” he rasps.

I back up until the backs of my knees hit the side of the bed. Johnny moves forward, as if he’s an animal prowling for his prey. He bends and grabs behind my knees, pulling my legs from beneath me and spreading them wide. My back and head bounce against the mattress, but my eyes stay glued to his.

He props my ankles on his shoulders, straddling his neck as his hands slide up my waist to my breasts. I whimper when his fingers roughly pinch my nipples and tug simultaneously.

“I’m going to be rough, can you take it?” he asks as he continues to pinch and pull on my sensitive buds.

“I’ll try,” I sigh as I arch my back, wanting more from him.

“You like the pain don’t you, princess?” he chuckles. I feel a sting against the side of my breast as he slaps me. I gasp, unable to speak as a rush of need runs through me.

Then that same hand goes between my legs and I feel two fingers enter me.

“
Wet
. Fuck me, Hattie,” he hisses as his fingers pump in and out of my center.

“Johnny,” I sigh, enjoying the way his fingers stretch me.

“You want my cock, princess?” he asks as his fingers curl inside of me and rubs in the most perfect way.

“Yes,” I mutter.

I don’t really care what he gives me at this point, as long as he doesn’t stop giving me
something
. His hands, his dick, or his mouth—it doesn’t matter as long as it’s part of him.

Johnny’s hand leaves my pussy, but it’s quickly replaced by the head of his cock. I inhale a sharp breath and brace myself for a quick entrance. He surprises me, slipping inside of my wet center as slowly as possible. His eyes have me frozen, and his fingers are still gripped around my nipple, pinching me tightly.

The mixture of
constant
pain and pleasure is not something he’s given me before, and it makes my legs shake against his chest. By the time he’s fully seated inside of me, I’m almost bent in half, my legs further than ninety degrees as he leans over me. He braces one hand next to my head on the bed and his other hand leaves my breast and wraps around my neck.

“I want your eyes on me when you come,” he announces.

“Yes,” I agree.

Johnny’s cock slowly pulls out and then slides back inside of me. None of his movements are quick or jerky, all of them smooth and slow. It’s the first time he’s been so gentle, yet with his hand around my throat, applying pressure at all times, it feels euphoric all at the same time.

“Play with yourself,” he murmurs as he continues moving his hips, never breaking his pace.

I lift my arm and, with shaky fingers, I press against my clit. Then I start to rub myself.

“That’s a good girl,” he rumbles as his hand squeezes my throat.

I whimper as I bring myself closer and closer toward my climax. My blood rushes throughout my body and then begins to pound in my ears. I open my mouth and start to scream as I topple over the edge. Johnny’s hand tightens even more around my throat, and then I feel him move inside me with much greater force, slamming his hips against the backs of my thighs.

“Fucking hell,” he roars as his cock grows harder and then begins to twitch as his release fills me.

Johnny stays planted inside of me, but his hand releases my throat as the other one removes my legs from his shoulders and wraps them around his lean hips. He then lowers his chest against mine as his lips briefly touch my own before he nuzzles my neck.

“Love this pussy, Hattie. Love you more,” he murmurs against my slick skin.

“I love you so much, Johnny,” I whisper as I trail my fingers up and down his back.

“Let’s get in bed and I’ll tell you what happened,” he grunts.

“I should clean up,” I murmur.

“Fuck no, you should
not
. I’m not done with you yet,” he says. My eyes widen before I smile lazily up at him.

Johnny pulls out of me and then tugs back the comforter and crawls into bed, propping his back against the headboard. I roll over and crawl until I’m beside him, laying my head on his chest. He reaches down and grabs behind my knee, yanking my leg over his before he rubs up and down my thigh a few times. Then he settles his hand between my legs, cupping my pussy.

“So warm and wet,” he murmurs as he kisses the top of my head and gently guides two of his fingers into my core. I hiss at the contact, my center achy from his pounding thrusts a few moments ago.

“My father, mother, and your friend Willa, kidnapped me,” he states. I gasp.

He proceeds to tell me about how his father drugged him and threw him in his pickup; his father had his mother drive him to their home while he rode Johnny’s motorcycle. He woke up tied to a chair with his father in front of him.

I can tell as he goes through the story that he’s holding things back, and I have a feeling he’s not only doing it for my benefit, but also for his. He doesn’t want me to know about that part of his life. He’s kept his childhood and his parents hidden from me for a reason—to protect me.

“How did Willa get involved in this?” I ask, furrowing my brow.

“I don’t know how, exactly, but she was in on it with my dad and Serina. They wanted to trade me for you and take you. I don’t know what the fuck their endgame was, baby,” he mutters.