Slam: A Bad Boy Romance (10 page)

Fuck, is she going to stop this again?

I can't, I won't let her.

She's mine.

Pressing off my lap, she tugged at my wrist, pulling me from the chair. We made our way to a darkened room.

My heart that had paused briefly restarted with full force.

Clicking a small lamp, the room glowed, warming her face. A twinkle sparked in her eye as she turned, her face frozen on my muscles.

The ripples enhanced, sweat shining across each contour, her eyes followed the ink that coated my body.

Biting her lip, she lowered her jeans, peeling them off to reveal the sexy white panties beneath. Her shirt was still wrapped around her waist. Rolling her hips, she stepped forward.

“I don't need you to be gentle, I need to feel all of you.” Her words floated into my ear, making my cock jump with excitement.

“Trust me, I'm never gentle.” Bridging the gap between us, I wrapped my hands under her ass, lifting her to my waist.

Cadence held on tight, her wet pussy pushing against my stomach. The thin fabric doing all it could to keep her cunt hidden. The warmth of her hot, soaked pussy sent chills all through me.

Walking her to the bed, I threw her down, the springs creaking in place of her voice. Unbuttoning my pants, my eyes were drawn to her legs crossing over each other with numbing desire.

Her slender fingers spread across her thigh, slowly sliding up over her pussy.

I was done waiting, it was time to claim this goddess.

Cadence was mine.

Climbing onto the bed, I forced her thighs open. My firm cock pushed angrily against the cloth of my briefs. Palming the hard erection, her lips parted gently, a light moan emitted breaking the silence.

Peeling her panties to the side, I glided one finger over her clit. Dripping with thirst for this bad boy, she dragged her tongue over her lips, eyes rolling back in her skull.

“Is this what you wanted?” I whispered, tickling her swollen clit. I felt her body shake under my touch, prickles shot over her flesh. Flashing my teeth, my lip twisted up.

Nodding her head, she tore at my briefs, yanking them down. Her eyes widened with the massive muscle that sprung out. Clenching her hand around the shaft,  she pulled, squeezing tightly from the base up to the tip.

A grunt spilled from my mouth, abs firming with the warming sensation that emerged from my lower belly. Sitting up on one hand, the edge of her tongue dragged across my enlarged ridge.

Cocking my head back, tingles struck every nerve. “Yeah, doll. Suck my cock. Taste what you're about to feel.” Sparks lit behind my lids, blues, reds, and yellows streaked like lightening.

Wrapping her plump lips around my hard length, veins popping as it throbbed, she pulled hard, tongue riding across the bottom, dancing over the head.

My hands coiled inside her hair. Tugging firmly, I pushed myself in deeper, breaking the threshold of her gag reflex. Fucking her face, she slurped every inch, grinding her pussy against her hand.

Damn, this is fucking hot. She can't get off before I get to her, I won't have that.

My balls pulled tight against me, cock enlarging with each thrust. Quickly I pulled out, I wasn't ready to cum. Her lips were magic, but I wanted her cunt.

Glancing down, she slowly wiped her lips with her wrist. Forcing her shoulders to the bed, slowly I peeled her panties down over her knees, tossing them to the side, her glistening pussy was calling my name, screaming for me to fuck it.

Reaching over to my jeans, I pulled the condom from my wallet, tearing it open in one quick rip.

“Let me,” she hissed, ripping the sheath from my hand. Squeezing the base, she rolled it slowly over my engorged dick. Her back arched off the bed, hips tilting up, as she guided my cock to her cunt. The heat purged off her wet lips, radiating towards my skin.

I was aching to feel her, and there was no doubt in my mind she felt the same.

The flower before me bloomed. Sinking into her warm, pink center, a long, drawn out moan exploded off her tongue.

Her head fell back, nails tearing into my arms. Panting in my ear she said, “God, Quinn. Fuck me.”

That was all I needed. Like an animal, I ravaged her, pounding against her soaked pussy. Her ass raised in unison with each thrust. Grinding ferociously inside, her cunt milked me, gripping tighter and tighter the deeper I went.

Cadence was breathing hard, every inhale sounded melodic in my ears. It was like she had to remind herself to take in air, her chest rising and falling with need.

My belly began to warm, flutters grabbing at my balls, drawing them in taut. I was ready to explode.

Loudly, she screamed, “Harder! Don't stop, Oh, Quinn!” Each word laced with muffled growls.

Quickening my pace, I thrust faster, my cock splitting her wide open in carnal rage. Her body shook, thighs pulsing violently as they squeezed around my waist, crushing my hips. I knew she had hit her climax, the way her hips rolled beneath me, and her body gave way with her scream.

Closing my eyes, the fire coated my brain, my thick cum shooting into the condom, filling it to the brim. A long, gritty groan drummed out of my lips, sweat trickling down my temples.

Sliding out, I gazed down on her beauty. Her skin flushed red, a light sheen draped over her flesh. Short pants expelled from her mouth.

Drawing a hand over her chest, down to her belly, she smiled playfully. “Wow.” The words carried out on the delicate wings of a butterfly, her whisper hung in the air.

Falling to my side, I rested my head on my hand, stroking her hair back with my injured fingertips. She was by far the most beautiful woman I had ever laid eyes on.

I knew then and there I would do anything to protect her, to keep her safe.

This is different, I don't want to run away from her. I want to stay here.

Next to Cadence, breathing the same air...

It feels- right.

The feeling surging through my body was one I hadn't experienced before. Normally, I'd have just taken what I wanted and walked back out that door; but she had a force wrapped around me that I couldn't break.

And I didn't want to.

Tilting her head to my gaze, a tight grimace perched upon her face.

“What?” I asked.

“You can't stay, my father will be home soon.” Her eyes fell, the bright blue now a gray as the life was sucked from inside. “He'll kill you if he finds you here.”

On reflex my fist clenched tight. “Why does he have so much control over you? He's a bastard, that's obvious enough.” The muscles tightened in my face. “You said it yourself, he only cares about himself.”

Her hands drifted to her head, thumping down onto the bed. “We're all each other has, you don't walk out on your family.” Shifting her head, she eyed the small nightstand next to her bed.

“But he treats you like shit, if he cared about you he wouldn't let guys like Nico talk to you the way he did. He's got no fucking balls, he doesn't deserve you for a daughter.”

Anger began to bubble below my skin, I wanted to take her away, save her from the hell her father bound her in. She had to see him for who he was, just from what she had said, she knew he was a dick too.

And yet she stays, stands by his side, a marionette under his hands.

“Look, you have your promise you made to not fight, this is kind of the same, I need to be here... it's a promise I gave to him.” Her voice trailed off as she spoke.

“No, no way. This is different, he isn't here for you and that's-”

“Don't go casting judgment! You don't know shit about what he's been through or me!” Sitting up straight, glaring at me over her shoulder, eyes slit tight. “I know he's not perfect, I know things aren't how they should be. But this is the hand I was dealt. What about you, huh? Mr. High and mighty? Why don't you explain the reason you shouldn't fight? But how ironic you stepped into that ring tonight, I'm sure you and my dad had a nice long discussion the other day.” The piercing accusation stabbed, twisting it's thin blade in my gut.

“I told you, I only went to see you! That wasn't a lie, I didn't know the
'Macro'
was going to call me out. I can't fight anymore and I only did because I'm not a fucking pussy.”

I should have spilled my guts, told her the truth. But, it's hard to put those words on my tongue. I didn't want to push her away, I wanted to keep her close, right beside me.

I watched her shoulders slump forward. “You should go, my dad will be home soon.” Her head hung low, fingers rolling the empty wrapper in her palm.

“Cadence, I want to tell you about me, all about me, I do. But I can't force it.” Reaching my hand up, I gently floated my fingers over her shoulder.

“He sees you as one of his fighters now, you know that, right? If my dad finds out...”

“I'm
not one of his fighters.
He doesn't have to know, this can be just for us. Everyone deserves something just for themselves.” Brushing my lips across her skin, still clammy from our steamy encounter, a sleek smile rose across her cheeks.

I wasn't going to lose this woman because of the asshole who tried to chain her to him and him alone.

I've staked my claim on her, even if she doesn't know it yet.

There was no way in hell he was going to keep me from getting what was mine.

Cadence

G
rabbing my pillow tightly, I expected to wake up to a smile painted across my face. My  skin should have been glowing and drowning in the sinful, yet satisfying night I had.

I wanted my nerves to blister, fireworks inside the sinew. Instead, my chest ached, a heavy weight sat on my ribs.

I knew what I was feeling, what created such discomfort with each inhale:

Fear.

What if my dad finds out about us? What we did...

In my bed; in HIS house.

My stomach churned, the taste of vomit rested on the back of my tongue.

Fuck!

Maybe he won't find out, and it will just be our secret.

The way Quinn slammed my pussy drove me into climax like a savage animal.

A dirty little secret... Just for Quinn and myself.

Burying my face into the pillow, I let out a gutteral scream. My head fell against the soft feathers packed inside.

The waking aroma of coffee seeped into my senses. Pushing up with one hand, I tossed my feet over the edge and slid them into the pink fuzzy slippers next to my bed. My hair was tousled, the long locks rising in frizzy wisps. Using my hand, I tried to brush them down.

Opening the door, I followed the scent to the kitchen. Hiding behind a book, my father's eyes drifted up. His lips a thin vein across his face, a single wrinkle set across his forehead.

“Morning,” I said, pulling a mug from the cupboard.

Laying the book down, his hands folded across the top. “What happened to you last night?” He asked. His expression mirrored a doll; piercing flat eyes, frozen mouth set across a motionless surface.

“What? I left early.” I tried to remain calm and act natural. Glancing down at my cup of coffee, the liquid vibrated inside as my hand shook nervously.

“Is that so?” My fathers skin began to flush red, the large vein next to his temple slowly enlarging.

“Yeah. After what happened... I had enough, I didn't want to be there anymore.” My spine firmed with the small set of balls had pulled from my stomach.

I had already put up with a lot of his shit over the years.

Last night, well, it pushed me over the edge. He threw Quinn into the wolf's den, not truly knowing how it would turn out.

My dad, he had a heart made of stone, a soul that was blacker than hell itself. If Quinn had died there in that ring, my father, he wouldn't have given two shits.

He would have used it as another opportunity to cash out, bring in more eyes with deeper pockets.

“You don't get to decide that!” His fist fell heavy onto the table, teeth slightly shining behind his flexed lip.

A tremor ceased my muscles, the cup jolting in my hand, sloshing hot coffee onto my wrist. I stood silent, waiting for him to continue. He wasn't done his barrage of anger, there were more insults he was going to whip at me off his tongue.

He stared at me with a wide open gaze, the darkness of his iris' overtaking his brown eyes. “I watched you leave, storm out with him. You don't get to care about my fighters, you know that's the rule.”

Despite every instinct I had to keep my mouth shut, let my words fester in the back of my throat and never form, this time, they spilled like water. “He's not your fighter. Quinn, he doesn't work for you.”

My father's eyes lit with excitement, but not in a playful manner. His face read loud and clear to me, saying,
“Oh is that what you think?”

The corrugated muscles of his cheeks displaced with a smile. “He fought last night for me didn't he? So, that makes him mine. Which makes him out of your reach... And you out of his.”

Flushing blood-red, the heat coated my brain, melting over every nerve through my body. “You can't do that. He didn't agree to work for you,” I muttered through gritted teeth.

A growl of laughter filtered out, his stomach rising and falling as he chuckled. “My dear, have I taught you nothing? Quinn, he
will be working for me.
I can make sure of that now. Thanks to you.”

What did he say? Does he know?

No. No way, Quinn left before he got home.

“What are you talking about? You can't force him to.” Flaring my nostrils, I slammed the mug down on the counter.

“I saw how he looked at you, and how you looked at him.” Pressing back from the table, he walked to the kitchen, his face mere inches from mine. The nauseating smell of eggs and coffee wafted over me as he spoke. “I've got him in my grasp now, and if he still says no... Well, let's just hope he doesn't.” His hand draped over my hair, kissing my cheek, he grabbed his keys and walked out the door.

Ugh, this man is sick! How can I call him my father?

What the fuck is he planning? What the hell is talking about?

My head was a whirlwind of questions. Standing alone in the kitchen, his last words riding my lungs with choler, the petulant feelings tearing at my insides.