Sasha
August crushed my mouth, thrusting his tongue inside, drinking from me as if he was dying of thirst. His fingers brushed up and down my back and I was in a beautiful place of passion, pretending that we were meant to be together. He was brutal in the kiss, our teeth gnashing together, tongues sliding back and forth. Powerful animalistic noises escaped, filling the space.
This was pure and utter sin. I rocked my body as the French kiss continued, the friction driving him wild.
Breaking the kiss, he took several breaths, a smile curling on his lip. “I need to be inside of you. To fuck you.”
I slid to the edge of his knees, my fingers fumbling to free his cock. He lifted his hips long enough for me to release him. He dug his fingers into my hips as he lifted, positioning me over the tip. When he yanked, forcing the entire length of his shaft inside, I threw my head back, fighting to keep the primal scream from erupting.
Chuckling darkly, he allowed me to take control, riding him hard and fast. Every bad girl fantasy was rolled into this moment, shedding every inhibition if only for a little while. I kept my eyes pinned on his as we continued fucking, trying to understand the man hiding behind the mask.
He was an enigma, sequestered in his own darkness and damn if this wasn’t so exciting, driving me to another round of utter bliss. I was so ashamed yet titillated at this brazen act. For just a little while, pretending was exactly what I needed.
The slight squeak of the seats matched the rhythm as I shifted forward and backward, my breasts jiggling up and down. My bruised ass ached with every brutal pass, my reddened skin slapping against his legs, but I didn’t care. The pain was exhilarating, leaving me breathless.
“You are mine. Forever mine. Say it, Sasha. Say it. Tell me you belong to me.”
The way his heated breath skipped across my face and neck was a huge turn-on, the words driving me even harder. I squeezed my pussy muscles and knew he was ready to explode. “I belong to you.”
“Yes, my possession. Always.” August lowered his head until our lips were touching once more. “And never forget that.” He shifted his hand as he forced me aloft, pressing his cock between my ass cheeks.
I clung to him, taking several deep breaths, every nerve ending standing on end.
His smile was like before, powerful and dominating, taking back his control and making certain I knew that he was the alpha. A slight laugh slipped past his lips as he pulled me down.
His cock was so thick and hard that my muscles struggled to accept. “Oh, fuck. Fuck!” I slapped my hand against his chest, struggling to breathe as the pain coursed through me. He was nearly splitting me in two. “Yes…”
“You like to have my cock in that tight ass of yours.” His words weren’t a question but a statement.
I could only nod, blinking as I tried to control my breathing.
“Maybe we’ll keep it filled with an ass plug. Would you like that?”
“Uh-huh,” I muttered as he lifted my hips then slammed me down again.
And again.
“Yeah, we’ll get you some toys, if you promise to behave.” His voice was entirely different, the sensuous sound like raw velvet sliding across my nakedness.
“Yes… sir…” I lolled my head as he drilled into me, the agony mixing with the sweetest ecstasy. Clench and release. Clench and release.
I knew the action was driving him crazy.
“You’re going to make me come. Fuck…” He threw his head back and roared, his entire body shaking as he orgasmed, filling me with his seed. “Yes!” He threw his arms across the back of the seat and closed his eyes. The smile on his face was one of pure satisfaction. Groaning, he dropped his head and arched my back until he was able to suck on my nipples.
I threw back my arms, tingling as another round of dazzling sensations rocketed through me.
He sucked and bit down, moving from one to the other.
Pop! Pop!
There was no hesitation after the cracking sound jetted through the vehicle. August tossed me to the floor, yanking his gun from a holster under his arm then peering out the window.
I could hear Bruno’s footsteps, his angry cry as he moved away from the SUV.
“Stay here and do not fight me on this, Sasha. Lock the door when I leave.” He wasted no time, opening the door carefully and peering out.
I was almost blinded from the lighting, immediately reaching for my dress. The door was slammed shut. A whimper escaped my mouth as I struggled to get to the lock, slapping my hand twice before it engaged. I heard both sets of footsteps racing away from the SUV and what sounded like another round of gunfire. I dared to take a look but could see nothing at first. Then another volley of footsteps, heavy boots thudding against the concrete, was close. Too damn close.
Holding my breath, I sank to the floor, my heart racing. I was shaking so violently that I almost ripped the dress as I attempted to slide into it. A heady adrenaline rush shot through me like molten lava, keeping me on such a precipice that I was lightheaded. What if…
Oh, no. I wasn’t going down that road. August was a big boy and could take care of himself. When I was finally dressed, I remained hunkered on the floor, rocking back and forth. If he’d really wanted me to understand what he world was like, I did now. Damn him and his life, his fucking need to own the world.
I could swear there were more shots and I couldn’t stand not knowing. I dared take another look, petrified when I noticed someone running in the direction of the SUV. Everything was in a blur as I slumped down as far back against the seat as I could manage. I’d never prayed, had never had a reason to believe, but I had no other choice.
The sound of the door opening forced me to slap my hands over my mouth.
“Fuck. Where are you?” Bruno’s gruff voice boomed in the space.
I let out a gasp, crawling until I could see him. “What the hell is going on?”
“I’m getting you out of here and to safety. Stay where you are until we are out of the garage.”
“Where is August?”
Bruno started and revved the engine, ignoring my question.
“Where the hell is he?”
He darted a nasty glare into the rearview mirror as he shifted the behemoth of a vehicle into drive, the tires screeching as he swung out and around the other parked cars. The force pummeled me against the door as he accelerated. The rumble of the engine between my legs gave me a sickening feeling. I clawed until I was on my knees, scrambling until I was able to get into the seats directly behind him.
“What the fuck are you doing?” he hissed, throwing back his arm. “Get the fuck down. You don’t have any idea what we’re dealing with.”
“Where is August?”
Bruno swore under his breath as he swung around another corner, tossing me back and forth. “Damn it. He’s fine, Sasha. Please get down. You are in extreme danger.”
I could tell he was nearing the exit. I hunkered down, but not before I noticed several men standing over someone who was crouched on his knees, his hands behind his head. Everything flew into slow motion as a muzzle went off, the slight flash and cracking sound muffled, at least in my ears. But there was no mistaking the sight as the man crumbled to the ground, half his head blown off.
“I said get the fuck down. I won’t ask you again!” Bruno’s angry voice snapped me out of my slow-mo.
I slapped my hands over my mouth to keep from screaming, curling on my side. His dangerous life would not only be difficult for me, I knew it was going to be deadly.