Page 53 of Havoc

“D-d-don’t you?” Presley mocked him. “Well then, how about we have a little chat about where your loyalties lie.”

“With you, Presley, I swear.”

“Then why do I keep hearing differently?”

“I swear…I swear.”

Presley turned to me, and I simply shrugged. She knew what it meant. I trusted her instinct and if that meant turning everyone against us, then so be it. I would always have her back.

She turned back to Blane. “Well, I think we need to leave a mark, something to remind you not to cross me.”

“No, I will remember, I will remember.”

“Don’t think so.”

She moved her gun to his foot and shot. He screamed out in pain, falling to his arse to cradle his foot which was now bleeding profusely on the floor.

“Don’t open tonight or the entire next week,” Presley said to him, turning to me. “Or we’ll come back to finish the job.”

She headed up the stairs and I followed, dutifully, heading back to the car. She drove like a maniac back to the apartment. I couldn’t help but think of her as an over-excited teen getting to drive for the first time.

She had no fear.

As we headed upstairs, she pushed me down on the couch, and mounted me. Her lips claimed mine in a heated and passionate kiss. I pulled at her dress, ripping the spaghetti straps from her shoulders and peeling the skintight dress down over her naked breasts. Taking one into my mouth, I grazed the nipple with my teeth. She groaned loudly, throwing her head back as I continued my assault onto the next breast. Her fingers grazed over my skull, yanking at my hair so I had to disconnect from her and kiss her mouth again. She moved down my body, pulling my hips down a little so I laid my head back on the back of the lounge. Pulling at my belt buckle, and unzipping my fly, she pulled the jeans over my ass and down my legs. Her hand clutched my cock at the base and her mouth wrapped around the tip of it. The warm, wet sensation wrapping around the nerves at the head of my cock almost sent my seed down her throat. I pulled back so she didn’t think I was a noob, and held her head there, pushing it down so I went further into her mouth. She felt so damn good, and just as she started to massage my balls, I felt myself about to explode.

“Suck it,” I groaned out as she deep throated me. Holding her long black hair out of her face, I watched as she looked up at me devouring my cock. I couldn’t hold back anymore, I held her head down as I came into her mouth, a load that seemed to go on forever. She pulled away as my pulses stopped and swallowed it.

Jesus Christ, could she be any more perfect?

Standing, she peeled the dress off her slowly to reveal red lace panties. She walked out of the lounge pit and toward the bedroom, showing me that derriere that had me doing stupid things, and those legs strapped into the most impractical stiletto heels I’d ever seen. I pulled my shirt off and tossed it to the side and ran after her.

Presley

We lay in the bed, exhausted. I had no idea how long we’d been fucking, but the bed frame snapped underneath us at one point. I could feel where the mattress was hanging down but I couldn’t seem to care much.

“I hate what happened to you.”

His outburst was so sudden I wasn’t sure it was real, perhaps I’d imagined it. But when he turned to his side to look at me, I knew it was real. Why did he have to ruin this by talking?

“I needed to have it happen.”

“But to be tortured for years?”

“Look, I thought you were okay with this.”

“I am, Pres, but what you went through isn’t okay.”

“No, it’s not, but it is what it is. I’m not the same girl, you know that, but what I can offer you is a place by my side, my trust, and my loyalty.”

He moved a piece of my hair behind my ear, and just that action had my insides recoiling. I’d spent years forcing myself to not have feelings and yet here he was, trying to break down that wall I’d built.

“Lennon, I will never be able to tell you I love you or have your children. I’ll never marry you or announce you as my equal. If you’re not okay with that, then we can’t be whatever this is, I need you to understand at least that.”

“And if I don’t?”

“Then you walk out that door.”

He took a deep breath, and just waiting for the answer had me on edge. Did I love him? Yeah, sure I did, but I couldn’t admit that out loud. It would be the end of me and I knew it. Love was dangerous.

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