Dove whimpers into the mattress. “You’re too big…”
“Shhh, it’s going to be a tight fit, but you were made for me. Made to take my cock in every hole.” I snake a hand beneath her body and gently stroke her clit. When I feel her greedy pussy getting wetter, I push into her, watching with glee as her ass swallows my dick beautifully.
She was made for me. Made to take me in every hole. Made to be worshipped and protected by me. Mine. All fucking mine.
“Fuck, Dove… you should see how well your ass takes me. Can you feel it? How your greedy ass is swallowing me… begging me for more? You like this, don’t you? Like me filling your ass? Giving yourself over to me.”
“Yes… Yes… God, yes,” she chants into the pillow.
I thrust into her ass slowly for a couple strokes. I’m big, and I don’t want to tear her, but once I know she’s stretched out enough for me, I start fucking her in earnest. I pump my iron rod in and out of her just as furiously as I was fucking her pussy moments ago.
My hands dig into her hips, and I know there will be bruises. I can’t be gentle with her. I need her, every fucking inch. Each thrust is rougher than the last, and the headboard makes a loud thudding against the wall as I fuck her.
My balls are so full and ready to explode. The tingle on the base of my spine tells me I’m about to come. I pick up my speed, slamming into her as fast and deep as I can. Moans, grunts, and the sound of naked flesh slapping against each other fill the room. I’m surrounded by her scent and the sweet combination of sweat and her pussy.
“Come again, Dove. Come for me as I fuck your ass hard. Squeeze my cock.”
When I feel her ass clamping down on me and her release coming, I allow myself to fall over the edge with her. My orgasm is like a tidal wave, slamming into me and flooding my body with pure ecstasy. The entire contents of my balls explode into her tight little ass, ropes of sticky come filling up her no longer virgin hole.
And I keep coming, my cock filling her ass with come. My vision goes blurry, and I feel light-headed. Fuck. Me.
We both collapse on the bed, and it takes a moment for my muscles to start working properly again. Dove falls asleep almost immediately. Her body is worn out from the intense sex we just had. It’s done the opposite to me though. I’m like an addict who just took a hit. I’m wide awake and too wound up to keep my eyes shut.
Walking into the bathroom, I grab a rag and soak it in luke-warm water. Then I clean between her thighs, remove the blindfold and untie her wrists. I cover her naked body with the blanket and tuck her in. I press a kiss to her clammy forehead before making my way to the library. Since I can’t sleep, I might as well check what’s going on in the outside world.
Not bothering with clothes, I walk naked through the apartment and into the library. I get out the laptop and phone from the safe and turn on both.
As expected, there are multiple calls and messages from the Sergio family. Christian has put out an official hit on me. Ten thousand for whoever brings him my head. Cheap bastard. Doesn’t surprise me that he wouldn’t put a bigger hit out. In fact, I’m a little offended.
I’m relieved to find that he didn’t put out an official hit on Dove, which is interesting.
He wants her dead, but he doesn’t want people to know. That reminds me of something… he wanted me to take out people from the Castro family quietly too.
Could there be a connection?
Before I can dwell on that thought for too long, another message catches my eye. It’s from the nursing home Donna is at. Immediately, I get a bad feeling. I’ve been paying her bills because the only place she could afford was a piss poor nursing facility, and I knew there was no way Dove would allow that, nor would I. So, I took on the cost and made up some insurance program so Dove wouldn’t know. The nursing home has my number, but I told them to only contact me if something was wrong.
Hitting play, I listen to the message.
“Hello, Mr. Brennan, this is Julie from the Westfield nursing home. You wanted us to call you if something happened to Mrs. Miller. I’m afraid to say she had a stroke this morning. She was rushed to the hospital and is currently in critical condition. Last I heard, she was in the ICU. I’m sure the hospital can give you more information. I’m sorry I had to do this over the phone…”
I end the recording, I’ve heard enough. My stomach twists, and my heart rate skyrockets. Resisting the urge to throw the damn phone across the room, I close the laptop and lock everything up.
Fuck, fuck, fuck…
What am I supposed to do now? There’s a hit out on my head. Dove is still in huge danger. We can’t leave the safety of the bunker… but if I don’t let her go and Donna dies. Fuck, if she dies and Dove doesn’t get to say goodbye, she’ll hate me forever.
21
I know something is wrong before I even open my eyes. It’s just a feeling lingering in the air. A feeling that something bad is going to happen. Moving my hands to Zane’s side of the mattress, I find the spot empty and cold. Zane isn’t next to me. My heart clenches a little, and I blink my eyes open and sit up, looking around the room.
The room is dark, the only light source coming from the bathroom. The door to it is only cracked, not letting a whole lot of light in. I almost don’t see him. Zane is sitting on the edge of the bed, his elbows resting on his knees, his head in his hands like he’s defeated. I know instantly that something is wrong.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, my voice still wrapped up in sleep. I throw the blanket off my body and crawl over to him. As he promised, I feel an ache between my legs with every move I make, a reminder of what we did last night.
Placing my hand on his shoulder, I ask again, this time a little more urgently. “Zane, what’s wrong?”
He raises his hand and places it on top of mine before he starts talking. I look down at it. The gesture so gentle and kind it’s a stark reminder that he can be both kind and possessive.
“I’m sorry, Dove. I have some bad news for you.” The way he’s looking at me almost shatters me. He takes a deep breath like he’s afraid to tell me. The guy who kills people for a living, who stalked and kidnapped me is afraid? Whatever he has to say is going to be bad, but I have to know. I have to.
“Please, tell me!” My voice comes out more demanding than I wanted it to, but I can’t help it. I need to know what’s wrong.
Zane sighs, his eyes filling with panic. “It’s Donna… she’s had a stroke, Dove.”
I hear the words right away, but it’s almost like they don’t make it further than my ear. Somehow, my brain doesn’t understand them. What happened? The information sinks in slowly, and seconds pass before my brain can comprehend what he is telling me, but once it does, dread consumes me.
“Donna? Donna had a stroke?” I ask as if I didn’t hear him the first time. He nods, and I try to ask my next question. “Is she…”
“She is alive, but she’s not doing well. The nursing home said she’s in critical condition—”
“I need to see her!” I cut him off mid-sentence. “Zane, you need to let me go.” I tug on his arm.
“I know… but I need to make preparations. I need to make sure it’s safe for you.”