Page 29 of Havoc

“I stole them. They are of everyone we need to know about. Every secret, every idea, every damn association.”

I looked up at him then, curiosity taking charge. “Are you in there?”

Lennon hesitated a little, before he replied, “Yes.”

Interesting. I wouldn’t mind looking through that one, find the missing puzzle pieces on him. I didn’t like not knowing about him, even though I didn’t love him…or so I told myself.

“Come here.”

He did, kicking off his shoes and undoing his belt. I liked how cocky he could be, knowing what he wanted and just going for it. He lifted his shirt off his body, and I could see the faint blood stains on his near perfect chest. A small smattering of hair across his pecs, and the distinctive snail trail down to the lower part of his body which I loved. As he shifted his pants off, and his erect cock bounced forth, I waited for him to take over. He’d earned it for now.

He moved his body up and over me, kneeling in front of me. I could see the glistening tip of his cock right in front of me, but I wasn’t going to make this easy for him.

He pulled at the loose robe around me and forced me to sit forward so that he could remove it. He grunted as he yanked at the bit between the cups until the cotton gave way, releasing my breasts. His eyes darkened before me as he moved his hands down to my panties. Gripping the elastic with one finger, he yanked them, painfully, but they didn’t snap. It looked to have incensed him because he used both hands to pull the piece of lace from me. I made no sound as it pulled against my soft flesh, causing the most excruciating pain.

I was never going to show my pain again.

Finally, the material relented, and I was freed of the pieces of lace Ebony had gifted me. Lennon’s masculine grunts had my pussy throbbing for him but not yet. He was going to work for me.

He pulled my legs down further on the bed, so I was flat on my back and he began his trail of kisses, Lennon-style. Instead of feathery kisses leading down to my sensitive bud, he sucked my skin in as if he were giving me a hickey. I exhaled a sharp gasp of surprise as he continued lower, and lower. He moved between my legs and felt around, and instantly I realized just how wet I was for him. Damn, my body giving me away. He smirked at that and instead of moving his finger inside of me, he moved the head of his cock, which was red and almost purple in appearance, to my entrance.

Before I could make a power play, he pushed into me and I groaned as he filled me, stretching me in one move. I gripped the sheets around me in my fists and kept from screaming out as he pulled all the way out with a low moan, before plummeting back into me. I sat up at the intrusion and he hooked his arm around me, holding me in place on top of him as he continued to kneel on the bed. His knees must have been killing but I didn’t care about his comfort right now, all I cared about was reaching that ultimate moment where I lost all this pent-up tension inside of me. I moved my pelvis so that I was grinding against him and he pounded into me. My nails dug into his shoulders as I held on, pushing toward my climax.

He slammed me down onto the bed and lifted my legs up and wide. He slid into me again, deeper than I thought possible and continued his assault on my pussy. I couldn’t control my moaning, he was fucking me senseless, owning me in a way he hadn’t ever done before.

A few more pumps and he withdrew from me, turning me over onto my stomach, he pulled my hips up and slammed into me from behind without warning. I felt myself clenching, in preparation for that mighty O, his cock was spreading me wide and I loved every fucking inch of him. He held onto my hips and fucked me from behind in a way that touted dominance over me. I didn’t like it, and yet I fucking loved it.

I was confused, but all I knew right now is I didn’t want it to stop. I groaned as I felt him get even harder inside of me. His low grunts were pushing me closer and closer still. I held onto the edge of the bed for balance as he pounded into me. He grabbed the back of my hair and yanked me upward, so I was kneeling in front of him. He yanked my head to the side so I could kiss him, one hand on my throat and the other twisted in my hair, he bit my bottom lip and I moaned involuntarily.

He pushed me back down and took hold of my hips again, pounding harder this time and faster. I could feel my pussy clenching more frequently and the waves began to form. I screamed as the first wave hit hard, and his cock rode them out, pounding again, and again, and I could feel the next lot coming. I gripped the sheets, pulling them from the corners with my action as I felt my knees start to shake, my arms began to shake as well. One of his hands moved around to feel my clit, and I almost shot off the bed at the touch. My clit was throbbing, and he toyed with my little button of nerves roughly. It hurt and yet I didn’t want him to stop.

I screamed again as my climax hit, toppling me to the bed. I rode out my orgasm into his hand and on his cock simultaneously. Breathing was an issue for a moment before he pulled me back up.

“You’re not done yet.”

He pushed me up onto him, as he lay on his back, and I positioned myself on his cock again. Riding him slowly at first because I had no energy, he slammed into me from underneath and soon I found my rhythm again. Moving up and down on him, holding him down for leverage, I ground against him toward his release.

Could I trust him?

He wanted to own me. He wanted me beneath him. I couldn’t trust that, not after everything in our past. He may have killed his mentors, but I still had my doubts, especially after what York had revealed earlier. I leaned down and placed a soft kiss on his lips.

He was confused, and I could see him trying to work out what I was doing when I grabbed the gun I kept strapped underneath my bed. When I rose again, I pressed the nuzzle to his shoulder and pulled the trigger.

The loud bang caught me by surprise as he cried out in pain. Blood pooled underneath him as I continued to ride. Moving back and forward, I could see him sweating from the pain, but he didn’t try and move. He didn’t try and get me off, instead, he allowed me to ride him to orgasm. He cried out in pain and pleasure as he shot into me.

“You really think I wouldn’t find out about Hendrix?” I said as I climbed off him. “Get out of my sight.”

Chapter Eight

Presley

I laid the files out on the dining table, taking in the names before me. My file wasn’t that big, but Lennon’s was and so was Sonora’s. The only one missing was my mother.

York entered the room, looking down at my mess. “What’s this?”

“Files the old coots had on everyone.”

“This could be useful.”

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