Sins and Scars (Sinners Book 1) (7 page)

Every bob of her head brings me closer to the edge. My hands roam her body before they tangle in her hair. My dick hardens further, so I start to move her head to a speed I want. Thrusting my hips up, I shove my dick so far down her throat that she starts to gag. Every noise she makes brings me to the edge until I shoot my cum in her mouth. I slow my hips as I ride out my orgasm, and my fingers tighten in her hair.
 

When I pull her off my dick, I see the lust in her eyes. I pull her naked body up mine, and she straddles me again. Before I can even get her ready to take me in her sweet cunt, she’s already gliding down my shaft. Every time she slides up and down me is like pure fuckin’ magic.
 

Her hands roam down her own body and I love that she gets more adventurous every time we have sex. I watch as her fingers rub her clit in small, little circles. Her mouth forms and O and she drops her head back. “Stav. Oh God.” My fingers run up her body and I pinch one of her nipples. She looks down at me and her eyes are blazing with a heat that no one can question.
 

“I love you.” I grunt out. I thrust in and out of her at a quick pace. Her sweet cunt just about squeezes the shit out of me.

She leans forward and claims my mouth. “I love you too Stav.” Just hearing her words brings me over the edge. Grabbing her neck, I give it a light squeeze and she digs her fingernails into my chest. We come together, and she falls down on my chest, huffing out for a breath.
 

She slowly slides up and off of my dick, and falls onto the bed next to me. Turning her head towards me, she gives me a small grin. “Happy birthday, baby.” She turns away from me and I cuddle up behind her, pulling her ass into my dick.
 

On nights where she’s feeling extra frisky, after a little alcohol, she lets me fuck her ass. Now that would have been a fuckin’ great way to bring in the start of twenty-seven.

Falling asleep with her just like this is the only way that I am able to keep the demons at bay. Just her innocence keeps me sane. Without her by my side, I don’t know what I would do, or who I would become.
 

Waking up the next morning, I feel her grinding back into me. Her hand is absently running up and down my thigh. My dick is pressed firmly between the perfect globes of her ass as she slides it up and down my length. My hand is itching to wrap around her neck as I sink into her from behind. Her moan fills the room and her fingers dig into my leg where they were just at.
 

Unable to control myself, I wrap my fingers around her neck, and pull her upper body towards my chest. Her head rests against my chest and when I look down at her, she has her eyes closed and her mouth open.
 

Harlyn has always been a kinky bitch and I never think twice when I give it to her. She takes what I dish out with no complaints, unless she’s telling me to fuck her harder. Thrusting my hips into her, I put a little pressure on her throat and I feel her tighten around me. “Stav, please fuck me harder.” Her whimpers and moans make me harder.
 

Flipping her over onto her stomach, I pull her ass in the air and line myself up before slamming into her. Each thrust is hard, and rough. Her hands are tangled in the blankets and she can’t move. Pushing her lower back down, I get her arched in the perfect position. My balls slap against her, and with each thrust she’s moaning louder. Grabbing the back of her hair, I pull her head towards me and I kiss along her neck.
 

Sinking my teeth into the skin of her neck, she whimpers. Our skin is covered in a thin layer of sweat, and I’m thrusting into her like the fucking world is ending and I want to come before it does. Our breathing is hard, and I release her to grab onto her hips. Slamming her body back onto mine works me up faster than ever before, and I can’t stop the orgasm that hits. Filling her with my cum makes the jealous asshole that I am, beat on his chest. I want everyone to know that I’m the only one who’s ever came inside of her sweet little cunt.
 

She will never know what another man feels like. And if she does, I won’t let him see the next day. Call me crazy, but I don’t fucking care. She’s mine, and if I can’t have her, no one will.
 

I pull out of her slowly and she collapses on the bed in front of me. Looking down at her beautiful body, I can’t help but grin when I see what she’s got on. She has a “Property of Draconic Crimson” shirt. Her sexy ass is barely peeking out from under it, and if she’s willing to wear a property shirt, then she’ll be willing to be back under me, and on the back of my bike.
 

My eyes scan the length of her body and when she looks up at me, I can see a grin on her lips. “Like what you see?” She has a hint of sarcasm in her voice, but I don’t let that distract me. The only thing I can think about is my property tattoo on her body, and my name on her wrist.
 

“You know I like what I see. I wouldn’t have made you my ol’ lady if I didn’t.” She gives me a dirty look over her shoulder, and wiggles her ass in the air.

“You only made me your ol’ lady so that none of your men would try and fuck me first.” She lays flat on the bed and I lean over her. My dick slides along her body as I come to hover over her.
 

“I made you my ol’ lady because I’m a selfish bastard, and I am not sharing you with anyone. You’re mine, and no one will ever touch what’s mine.” She huffs out a breath, but doesn’t turn around. Her words are almost too low for me to hear.

“Yeah, apparently. That’s probably why no man would even try to get too close. And the ones who did weren’t you. The minute they put their hands on me, I couldn’t help but compare them to you. You’re such a bastard. You should have sent me away when I was seventeen. But no, you wanted to keep me for yourself. All but drag me through the hell you were going through.”
 

Flipping her over, I lean down and get in her face. “You’re the only reason I was able to fucking survive that hell I went through. Without you, I would have given up years ago. You fucking saved me.” My eyes go to the scar on her neck, and I think back to when I found her in that fuckin’ warehouse with that son of a bitch who left a scar on her perfect skin.

My men have been searching for hours. I knew I shouldn’t have let her go out with the girls tonight. I had a sick feeling in my gut that something was going to happen, but I didn’t listen to it. She gave me her pouty fuckin’ lips, and sucked my dick. I gave in.
 

Grabbing my phone for the hundredth fucking time, I call Dex and ask him for a status report. They have to have heard something by now. We don’t fucking pay shit loads of money to these cops and their associates to not a have a damn thing on them.
 

“They haven’t heard shit. I’m trying to get a lock on her phone GPS, but haven’t had luck. Who would have taken her? Who did we piss off this time?” Instead of even answering him, I end the call and grit my teeth. We are straight with everyone right now. There isn’t any reason for anyone to even think about coming after her.
 

My phone starts to ring, and when I put it to my ear, I hear her whimpers. “Stavros Levin.” My blood runs cold and I motion for Romeo to come over. He stops what he’s doing, and I pull the phone away from my ear and put it on speaker.
 

“Who the fuck is this?” I growl. The sound of something hitting flesh breaks through the phone and I hear her cry out in pain.
 

“Now, now. I don’t want you to say the wrong thing and cause this pretty little girl anymore pain than I already have planned for her. I knew you were a tough son of a bitch to track down and get close to, but I finally found the perfect way to get even with you.” Clenching my fists, I try to keep the beast from taking over and tearing this whole damn town apart looking for her. I will kill anyone who gets in my fuckin’ way. Consequences be damned. Teddy. We've had our beefs before, but this goes even deeper than that. A year ago, I stole half a mil in guns from him and he's been looking for me ever since.

“You fuckin’ hurt her and I’ll hunt you down like the fuckin’ dog you are. I don’t give a fuck what I have to do. You are fuckin’ dead.” He hangs up before I can say anything else, but it doesn’t matter. I know where I’m heading, and he better hope like fuckin’ hell that he isn’t still there when I show up. Having his blood on my hands is the only way that I’ll be able to calm the beast. He threatened my ol’ lady, and he has her. I heard her cry out in pain. I’m the only one who gets to put my hands on her.

Making it to the warehouse faster than I’ve ever thought possible, I dismount my bike, and grab my knife out of the holder at my side. The guys follow my lead, but I’m not thinking straight. As soon as I get sight of that bastard, I’m going for the fuckin’ jugular.
 

My men open the doors and we all file inside, spreading out to take all sides of the building. They already know I’m out for blood, and they won’t stop me until I get what I came for. Getting through the second door, I see her tied to a damn chair. She has blood on her face and her eye is swollen. There is a cut running down her cheek, but it doesn’t look all that deep. Her clothes are torn, and she looks nothing like she did when I dropped her off at the club with the girls.
 

I notice movement out of the corner of my eye and I take my eyes off of her for a minute. “Stav.” My name falls from her lips on a broken whisper. Making my way towards her, I don’t give a fuck what happens to me as long I get her to safety. I won’t go down without a fight. I barely get her untied before I hear Romeo yell out my name. When I turn, I get a knife to the shoulder. Harlyn yelps, and I launch myself at him.
 

Red is all I see when I straddle this fucker. I deliver blow after blow to him. Romeo pulls me off of him, and sends me back, but I can’t stay away. Before I turn around, I hear her whimper again. When I look behind me, that fucker’s moved, and he has her in his grip with a knife at her throat. I don’t even think twice, I run at them both, and he pushes her away. Taking him down, I fight with him over the knife and I end up pushing it through his chest. But I don’t stop there. I pull it out and gut the mother fucker like a fish.
 

Blood curling screams fill the warehouse. I don’t even notice the blood that is now covering almost every inch of my body. Her screams sound like they’re far away and when I turn around, I see a look on her face that I’ll never forget.
 

Disgust. Hatred. Fear. Love. Hurt.

Her good eye scans the scene in front of her, but she doesn’t move. Instead Romeo grabs her, and pulls her towards the door. I’m not done with this fucker and I know if she sees any more, she’ll hate me even more than she thinks she does right now.
 

I take my time with him. Now that I don’t have an audience, I don’t care how fuckin’ loud he screams as I dig his own knife into his skin.