Page 57 of A Game of Secrets

Chapter 30

Lincoln

The memory of Cole finger fucking our blonde beauty as she leant panting against me at breakfast has been tormenting me for the last 48 hours. So much so that my cock feels like it’s about to burst through the zipper on my trousers and the ache in my balls is so heavy they feel like they might combust at any second. I swipe my hand over my face and try to shake away the feeling but all I want is to bury my own fingers, tongue and cock into every hole Lucille Holland has to offer and have her screaming my name while she comes. There is no point denying it any longer, even if I won't admit it out loud just yet, she has me as hooked as she does my brothers and I am ready to fall head fucking first.

I get up from my office chair and shake out my legs, jumping up and down on the spot to try and use some of my pent up energy. It's fucking useless but I have to do something or I'm going to jack off over my desk right here and now. A moment later my phone pings loud throughout the room bringing me back to reality. It’s Sully.

Boys are looking good for fight night, Boss. Little Zip is a fast fucker, they won't see him coming

I can feel the grin spread across my face, excellent, I chuckle to myself. I've had Sully whipping the shit into a few of the new boys who seemed like they had a lot of potential in the ring for our club fight nights over at the warehouse, and it seems like it’s finally paying off. Pedro or ‘Little Zip’ as we call him, is a tiny little fucker but full of muscle and ridiculously fast on his feet, hence the name Zip cause he zips around the place like a bloody fly. I caught him running from the feds not long back and couldn't believe the speed of him so instantly took him under my wing, offered the clubs protection and now he'll be returning the favor in the ring for me. I type out a reply and chuck my phone back down onto the desk.

Excellent! Keep them focused, strictly no booze or pussy before the fight. I don't want any distractions and I don't want sloppy punches. I have a lot of money on this match. If anybody has a problem with that, send them to me.

Feeling slightly less frustrated, and almost grateful that my cock isn’t fighting to break out from my trousers anymore. I walk to the adjoining room and pull up a seat next to Zack who is watching over the casino floor like a hawk. I catch his sharp eye honing in on camera screens seven and eight, the two that cover the very front of the bar on the main floor. I narrow my eyes wondering what it is that's caught his attention when I notice a movement so slight and precise that no normal eye would even notice. I grab for the walkie-talkie perched on the side of the desk and call out for Felix. He replies almost instantly letting me know he's ready to do whatever I need. "There's a code white at the main bar. Blue shirt, prey is a blonde woman wearing a green dress." I pause for a moment. "Bring him downstairs." I add on before flexing my fingers and cracking my knuckles as I stand.

"On it, Boss," Felix replies and I watch through the live stream as he makes his way towards the guy we've just watched slip something into the green dress lady's drink while she momentarily dropped her guard. I stare at her face while Felix escorts the unwilling man away as confusion and a fleeting sigh of relief passes over her face.

Suddenly my thoughts are back to my own blonde and the anger in me begins to bubble up at the thought of somebody spiking her drink, her piece of shit ex-husband and that piece of shit doctor that would have done God knows what if Cole hadn't stepped in. I leave the room in silence and head straight for the interrogation room.

I enter the shockingly sterile room with stainless steel cabinets lining the back wall opposite a large two-way mirror and the strip light blaring down onto a struggling middle aged man who squirms helplessly beneath Felix's steel grip. "Get the fuck off me you wanker," he seethes, trying to free his arms. Felix squeezes him tighter and shoves him into the single chair waiting in the middle of the room then makes quick work of securing his hands behind his back, keeping him in place.

I dip my head to Felix as he stands letting him know he will not be needed in here and he swiftly exits the room leaving just me and the piece of shit in front of me. "I don't know who the fuck you think you are doing this to me!" He shouts, spitting towards my feet.

I shrug off my suit jacket and hang it over the hook on the back of the door, something I seem to do religiously when I'm in this room. A ritual before I'm about to inflict pain and make somebody bleed. "Oi, you fucking wanker, answer me!"

Before I can stop myself, I've rounded on him and slammed my fist into his jaw causing a well of blood to pool into his mouth which begins to dribble slowly down his chin. I grab hold of his chin and dig my nails into his stubbled skin. "I suggest you shut your fucking mouth unless you want me to shut it for you." I seethe into his face before shoving his head away and walking towards the cabinets at the back of the wall. "There are many things I tolerate in life, but sleazeball men who think they can take advantage of women are not one of them." I begin to say, picking up a knuckle duster from the top drawer and slipping it onto my fingers. I round back on the man and study him carefully, his brown eyes watching my every move as I pace before him.

"I don't know what the fuck you're talking about you stupid cunt," he roars straining against his restraints.

The pinprick scars at the creases in his arms below his rolled up sleeves turn my stomach as vivid flashes of Alesso's mothers cold, dead body intrude their way into my mind. I shake my head and swallow down the disgust rising in my throat, and like it has a complete mind of its own, my fist connects with his jaw again and a spray of blood covers the floor from his already bleeding mouth. I hear him grunt loudly in pain but pull my fist back again and crack it hard into his stomach.

He whines loudly as I double him over and sink my fist into him once more, feeling the crack of his ribs underneath my heavy metal cased fist.

"What makes you think you can take advantage of a woman and get away with it? You piece of shit!" I shout between more throws of my fist. The man slumps forward in the chair, pulling on the binds that are keeping his hands behind his back and a wet gurgle escapes his lips as blood trickles out of a large split in his lower lip. A malicious smile encases my face and I instantly see red, a large veil coming into place over my eyes, my fists are working on their own as I pummel into him, his face, his chest, his stomach, anywhere I can land a hit. "What. Gives. You. The. Right!?" I grunt between each hit. Fighting against images of a stone dead Cassidy morphing into Lucille burning beneath my retina's until I feel myself physically being pulled away.

I throw my hands in the air and turn to face Felix with his hands up in surrender letting me know he poses no threat, his eyes take in my bloodied appearance and his lips straighten into a grim line. "That's enough, Boss," he says, nodding towards the chair, not taking his eyes off me. "He's done." I breathe in deeply, filling my lungs with the scent of blood and despair and turn towards the limp body hanging from the chair. "Have nothing to say now do you. You fucking junkie!" I bark, spitting his blood from my mouth at his feet. I turn quickly, catching a glimpse of my reflection in the two-way mirror, my face and shirt covered in blood. I run my fingers absentmindedly through my hair only to realize those too are covered in the fuckers blood. "FUCK!" I scream at the top of my lungs flying my fist at the wall. The frustration I now feel at my lack of restraint. "Clean this up," I snap at Felix as I throw the knuckle duster across the room and grab my jacket from the back of the door and start making my way towards the only place I can think of, to the woman I can't get out of my mind.

I speed through the streets utterly desperate to lay my hands on Lucille’s body. My brothers have had their fun, now it’s my turn. I just hope she doesn't mind a little blood because I didn't give myself time to change.

I pull up outside of her apartment complex and almost swing my car door off its hinges, I’m in such a rush to get to the front door. I knock desperately but as soft as I can make it, knowing Teddy will already be in bed as it’s just turned 23:00. I glance down at myself and suddenly feel a twinge of guilt at showing up looking like this. I turn my back on the door almost toying with the idea of leaving but stop suddenly as the light from her front room bleeds through the crack and Lucille slowly peeps her head around the door to see who I am.

I turn slowly, so as not to shock her too much at my bloodied state, but my need and want for her is too much and as soon as she gasps my name when she takes in my appearance, my restraint completely snaps and I've pushed my way through her front door and held her hostage against my lips.

I brace myself for a fight but she molds into my body, instantly parting her soft lips to mine and allowing access for my tongue to entwine itself with hers. A feral growl escapes my throat and it's all I can to do not fuck her right here and now in the doorway. My hands have a mind of their own as they greedily caress her body. I take her plump breasts into each hand and squeeze, gaining a pleasurable whine from her mouth against mine. Trailing my hands around her back and down to her ass, I dig my fingers into her soft cotton pajamas and lift her effortlessly to straddle my waist as I carry her over to the couch.

"Linc," is all she can gasp as I grab a fist full of hair at the back of her head and pull, tilting her chin up to allow my kisses to trail down her neck. I can already feel her arousal warm against my thighs as she dry humps my lap. Lucille brings her hands to my chest and runs them down along the buttons of my bloodied shirt, pausing before she rips it straight open, flying the buttons across the room and pushing my jacket and shirt off my shoulders in one. She gasps again at the bloodstains splattered across my chest then strokes her fingers idly across the red spatter leading up to my face.

Once her eyes catch mine, I see the flare behind them, she needs this as much as I do and who am I to deny a woman of such a thing. "Linc, please!" she mewls again as I brush my finger across her bottom lip, not breaking eye contact.

"Fuck, Love. The sound of my name on your lips is going to be my undoing," I groan, lifting her up from the couch with her legs still wrapped around my waist. I carry her to the ensuite attached to her bedroom and lower her down so she's stood before me. "Take off your clothes," I order as I lean in and switch on the shower then proceed to fully undress myself as Lucille does the same. I almost gasp at the sight of her fully naked before me. The way her hair rolls down around her shoulders. The way her nipples harden against my touch and her thighs squeeze together has my cock throbbing for its release. "Fuck Lucille, you're gorgeous," I whisper as I stroke my fingers from her neck all the way down to her pussy. I swipe my index finger across her clit that makes her whimper. "Did you like that, love?" I ask, swiping my finger once more.

"Yes," she chokes, holding herself steady against my arms. As I bring two fingers together and slowly stroke them between her folds, her arousal is already coating her slick center and dripping down her thighs. I close my eyes and grin, the thought of my cock sliding in and out of her has precum beading at my tip.

"Fuck Love, you are so wet for me," I whisper into her ear before pulling her into the shower with me and slamming her back up against the tiled wall. A sharp intake of air fills the small space as Lucille takes in the sight of my solid cock jutting out between us and without me having to ask she reaches her hand out wrapping her slender fingers around my thick girth and begins to pump me slowly. I grin, baring my teeth then wrap my fingers through the wet strands of her hair and bring her lips to mine, shoving my tongue into her mouth without permission.

With a single move I turn Lucille around to face the wall and place her hands shoulder width apart, kicking her feet out to the same width. I gaze down at her perfect ass and slap my hand across her creamy skin causing her to yelp. "You're so fucking perfect, Lucille," I tell her, hoping she can here the truth of my words as I grab the base of my cock and line it up to her glistening opening and slowly push it through her folds that clench oh so deliciously around me. An exquisite whine escapes her lips that has my cock twitching inside of her as I thrust my hips forwards, the tightness of her wet cunt threatening to defeat me already. I still for a moment so that she gets used to me being inside of her, stretching her wide on my girth, but as soon as I hear her eager pleading of my name again and she looks back at me over her shoulder with those pretty fuck me eyes, I let loose, letting all of my restraints fall to the floor. I hold onto the base of her neck with one hand while the other digs into her hip, helping to pull her back to meet my thrusts as I fuck her hard and deep with the shower water running red with the blood being rinsed from my body. The sight has my balls tightening as they slap against her clit. "Fuck Lucille, you have no idea how fucking good you look like this, bent over with my cock inside of you." I grunt as I pound her into the tiled wall. "I want you to come for me love, scream my name as you come all over my cock."

I feel her pussy tightening at my words as I reach my hand round between her legs and begin circling my fingers across her clit. "Come for me baby," I whisper, leaning myself down to her ear and hammering my cock straight to her sweet spot.

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