The executed, p.9
The Executed, page 9
“Let. Me. Go,” she snarled. “I want to go home.”
“Not yet, Sili. Not yet. I got a few more questions,” I breathed.
“I’m done with your stupid questions! This is getting nowhere!” She kneed me, and I twisted quickly enough for it to hit my thigh instead of my groin.
She struggled and continuously kicked until we were knocked off-balance and I ended up on top of her with her arms still firmly in my grip on the floor.
“Go ahead, Sili,” I taunted. “Show me this strength you have. You’re probably lying to me.”
She kneed me in the gut, knocking me off her. Leaping on top of me like a crazed woman, her little hands scratched and clawed at me while my arms continued to block most of her hits. Her legs were straddled around me and I groaned when she ground down against my erection.
My hands slipped under the hem of the shirt and grabbed her ass, forcing her to grind down on me again. She panted on top of me, caught by surprise, her arms planted on the floor over my shoulders. She was so fucking innocent. I was in pain as I tried to hold myself back. Being the bastard I was, I ground against her panties, too, trying to add to the friction we were creating.
The adrenaline from the fight earlier to this fight at home, had my blood pumping. My previous anger morphed into lust as her eyes stared at me like a deer caught in headlights. Was she untouched? It was hard to believe, in this world where death was around every corner. Many lived like it was their last day, indulging in their carnal hungers.
Not wanting to frighten her any more than she already was, I kept her on top of me, giving her a sense of control over the situation. She could remove herself at any time.
“What are you doing?” Her voice was breathless, the attitude from earlier vanished.
If I knew this was all it took…
My hand slapped her ass with a loud smack for all the times she had been a brat toward me. She squealed and fell against my chest, breasts pressed up against my flesh in the worst kind of temptation.
“What is wrong with you?” she screeched, and I slapped her again, then rubbed the sting away with my calloused hands longer than I needed to.
“All that mouth on you needed to be taught a lesson. I wasn’t done asking questions.”
Our faces were so close, I could see the flecks of light reflected in her dark eyes, framed by the longest lashes known to man.
She was quietly scrutinizing me while her breaths came out in shallow pants. I massaged her ass a few more rounds before slipping my fingers under her panties, tugging at them then moving my hands up her waist. I watched her reactions carefully noting that she didn’t move. I took that as a good sign.
A hard slap to my face came out of nowhere, stinging like a bitch, making me flex my jaw. She definitely did not hit like a girl, the full force of what she had been trying to tell me demonstrated in a single blow.
I guess she wasn’t lying after all.
Unexpectedly, she grabbed my face and pressed her lips against mine, grinding her damp panties against my hard cock. This was a turn of events I welcomed. I groaned into her mouth, reveling in the way she took over. For once, I was grateful for a command—one that came from a tiny little spitfire that wanted to unravel me from the inside.
It had been years since I touched a woman—years since I even wanted to. What was it about this woman that made me fall so easily?
Her tongue tentatively touched the seam of my lips and I submitted for her exploration. She was new to kissing, this I could tell. I could teach her whatever she wanted to know. When her tongue touched mine, I took the lead and dueled with hers. She loved a challenge, especially when it came from me. It ignited her ire and I loved it. Just as I imagined, she came to life, fighting for dominance in the kiss. Her delicate hands caressed my scruff and scratched my face with unrestrained need igniting my own passions.
I flipped her over and she kept her legs wrapped around me. My lips traveled from her mouth to her jaw and down her neck as my hands ripped off the scrap of fabric between her legs in my way. She gasped and threw her head back, cradling my face as I kissed and sucked her skin. My body felt on fire, the shirt she had on irritated me with its barrier to her body. I ripped it off her and she yelped in surprise as I shoved down my boxers and rubbed my hard shaft between the apex of her legs.
“Fuck, Sili,” I groaned against her waist. “You’re so wet for me. Do you feel it? I want to drown in you.”
“Oh, my god,” she gasped.
My mouth latched onto her pert nipple and sucked hard. Rolling it around with my tongue, my other hand ran along her ribs. She was too small. I needed to feed her more. The scent of her arousal called to me and made my mouth water. Popping the nipple out of my mouth, I pushed the back of her legs against her shoulders and licked up the seam of her swollen pussy lips.
“Fuck, you taste so good.” I groaned against her. Another lick up towards her clit, and she clamped her legs around me aggressively.
When I dove my tongue inside of her, she undulated, and her grip on me increased to an uncomfortable level. Using extra strength, I pried her legs apart and ate her like a man feasting on his last meal. I was starved—starved for a girl I had no business doing this with.
Why did this make me desire her more? I had self-anointed myself as her guardian, and now I was licking her cunt. How much more wrong could this get?
“Oh my god, don’t stop.”
Hell fucking no, I wouldn’t stop. As if her words cracked a whip, I dropped one of her legs and sucked on her clit, rolling it in my mouth as my finger dove into her wet entrance. Her pussy squeezed my fingers, and my dick slapped my abs, thinking of how she’d squeeze my cock when I buried myself inside of her.
What the hell was wrong with me? I should be protecting her, not eating her alive. But the forbiddeness of what was happening only drove me harder.
“Sili.” I whispered against her pussy. “Tell me you want me. Tell me you want this.”
A rejection from her might snap me out of this lust-filled haze. Hopefully. Her hesitation had me diving my tongue inside of her in eager persuasion of her answer. I was such an asshole, but I knew she loved it. The way her fingers laced through my hair and pulled me against her told me she didn’t want me going anywhere.
When her thighs quivered, I knew she was close. I increased my efforts, my hands firmly gripped on her ass until she cried out in pleasure, her hips wild against my face.
Before her pleasure could die down, I rubbed the head of my cock against her entrance, slipping the crown in and out of her teasingly, silently asking her to reject me before I lost my damn mind.
Much to my dismay and delight, the little minx widened her legs, grabbed my ass and pulled me in, plunging me inside, surrounding my cock with her inferno.
I was lost in carnality, lost in longing, lost in a sense of loneliness I never knew I was drowning in as my mouth covered hers and my hips began to pound her into the ground. Her arms wrapped around my shoulders and I shuddered in her warm embrace. Her hands roamed my back, feeling every scar I had accumulated over the years of my existence—a battle-worn body not worthy of the delicate beauty beneath me.
Fuck if I didn’t want to keep her secrets all for myself.
She cried against my mouth when I twisted my hips on the next thrust and my tongue dove inside, stealing the sound for myself. I had been greedy for her attention, not fully comprehending why Reed’s proximity and growing relationship with her pissed me the fuck off. Now, I knew. The buried truth I refused to face flooded through as I threw one of her legs over my shoulder and rammed into her wanting pussy, making sure she felt me in the depths of her womb long after we were done.
Her legs tightened and so did my abs. I repositioned her, reading her body, adjusting to everything she enjoyed. Turning her to her side, I pushed the back of her leg up, letting me finger her clit as I continued to bury myself inside of her.
Her pussy fluttered around me and my groin tightened with pain as I forced myself to hold off on my release until she found hers. When she cried out in pleasure, my fingers pinched and pulled at her nub, loving the way her pussy flooded my dick making squelching noises with every subsequent thrust.
I pulled out and she cried in distress, until I pushed her onto her back and fisted my cock over her chest. I needed to protect her. I couldn’t run the risk of getting her pregnant in a time like this. As much as I wanted to fill her womb to the brim, there were more ways than one to find mutual pleasure.
Her eyes glazed over with lust as she watched me stroke my cock with a twist of my wrist. I took joy in the way she was mesmerized by me, the same way I was mesmerized by the way her breasts moved with each breath she took.
“I’m going to come on your tits. Would you like that? Fuck, your tits are beautiful. I want to mark them with my cum and rub it all over you,” I groaned, lost in the smell of our coupling in this room.
“Oh, my god,” she panted, her own hands slipping to the apex of her legs.
I chuckled. We really needed to work on increasing her vocabulary. An old, familiar tingle shot down my spine as my cock spent its release all over her skin and pulsed against my palm. Groaning, I tilted my head back and savored the feeling of our combined wetness coating my hand as I continued to pump it all out over her, marking her.
By the time I brought my gaze back down, her legs were still splayed open for my viewing pleasure, glistening like a siren’s call. I rubbed the head of my cock against her inner thigh and slipped my dick back in, letting it take in her warmth as my left hand rubbed my release all over her breasts and stomach. Her nipples hardened, and I groaned against her shoulder, kissing her skin and taking in the smell of our mutual arousal in the room.
“I-I never knew it could feel like that,” she whispered, running her fingers through my hair.
Nipping her shoulder, I pulled her chest against mine, keeping my cock nestled inside her pussy. Rubbing my scruff against her head, I let out an exhale—taking the tensions of the day with it.
“If you want to feel like that again, all you have to do is ask. I’m more than happy to be the one who gives it to you.” I gripped her chin, tilted it up, and stared into her eyes. “Don’t even think of asking anyone else, because if I find out, I’ll kill ‘em.”
I slammed my lips on hers before she could give me any retort to my statement.
6
FITRI
I wiped my chest off with a wet rag and snuck out of Eliseo’s house when he began snoring. I probably shouldn’t have, but I needed time to think about everything. It all happened so fast. Despite how good he made me feel in the moment, I didn’t know how I felt afterward.
I was annoyed that he destroyed one of the three pairs of panties I was able to pack in my cargo pants. He knew how hard they were to come by, but did it anyway. But my annoyance made way for a different emotion. His sexual appetite for me was hot but I didn’t have to admit to him.
I should be pissed. Right? I should be angry he took advantage of my vulnerable moment of discovery, despite the fact that I was willingly pulled into his carnal magnetism. Confusion muddled my every thought with each step I took away from his home. I could still feel the phantom sensation of his hard cock inside of me, and it made my pussy throb, weeping for him to come back and fill me up.
“What is wrong with you?” I chastised myself aloud under my breath.
I never had sex before, I didn’t think, but I had seen it plenty of times. Flashes of another face flitted in my mind, and it made my heart hurt. I didn’t recognize him, but I knew there were deep emotions tied to the memory. Who was this elusive person, and why was my mind bringing him up now?
Making it to my front door under the cover of darkness, my hands felt for my hair pin and used muscle memory to unlock it. Once inside, I turned on the light switch to the lamp on the side table. I quietly closed the door and turned the bolt, sliding down with my back against the door.
Eliseo was such a large presence. He overwhelmed me with how hot and quick his passion burned. How did we go from annoying each other to him taking a guardian position in my life forcefully… to this?
It felt wrong, but why? He easily was twice my age but that wasn’t really the problem, not in this life. There were plenty of people in this world who had to take partners out of necessity and survivability. But something told me, Eliseo wasn’t one of those people. Something told me, Eliseo didn’t take partners judging by the way he avoided Mrs. Reyes’ attempts. My hands slowly rubbed my breasts thinking about the way he did it to me, with such practiced ease. I bit my lip and replayed our tryst, stifling a whimper.
I missed him already, and I didn’t want to. I didn’t want to feel this way. I didn’t want to become attached to something that wasn’t mine to keep. Eliseo was an alpha with a tightly-knit pack. I didn’t need any more complications in my life. What if I broke the team? I couldn’t live with myself if it happened. I was the newbie in the group which also meant I could turn out to be the biggest liability.
Someone pounded on my door, vibrating it against my back. I jumped up and backed away, staring at it in silence, hoping the person would go away.
My heart hammered inside of my chest and I screeched when a large figure shouldered his way through my door, breaking it into pieces, sending splinters of wood every which way.
“Sili,” he panted like an enraged beast with his arms against the door frame. “You left me,” he accused. Was there a hint of pain beneath his voice? “Where the fuck do you think you’re going in the middle of the damn night?”
I got to my feet and backed up on my until I hit the stairway post. Why did the wild look in his eyes make me feel this way—both afraid and intrigued? I was already too attached. I needed some time to think.
He was shirtless, muscles heaving. His cargo pants were undone and hanging on his hips deliciously. Even his boots hadn’t been laced in his rush to find me. A pang of guilt ran through me at his worried expression.
You’re a liability, Fitri. Look what you’ve done to him.
Breaking his intense eye contact, my gaze inadvertently roamed his body. The scars on his chest made my mouth dry, his dark tattoos a stark contrast against his sun-kissed skin. He slammed the remnants of the door shut and closed the distance between us until we were toe to toe, staring me down with his signature scowl.
His hands cautiously came up to cradle my face and I closed my eyes with a stuttered breath, letting his warmth seep into my skin. I shouldn’t like this. I shouldn’t want this…
“How am I supposed to protect you when I can’t even keep you near me?” he gritted out painfully and I whimpered.
“I don’t need protecting, Eliseo,” I whispered. “I survived just fine without you.”
He turned to punch a hole in the wall that connected to the stairs, making me jump in surprise. He released my face and pulled at his hair before turning back to face me with a storm behind his eyes. “You just told me people are out to kill you! You expect me to just ignore that?”
“Eliseo, please.” I couldn’t understand why he cared so much. We barely knew each other.
His eyes dilated before he cradled my face with his busted hand and I felt my lips tremble. “Say that again,” he breathed.
Shaking my head, I didn’t even remember what I said. This was all so strange, so crazy. What was going on with him? Why was he like this? Why me?
Why didn’t I want to run away?
He gently placed his lips on mine, and my heart melted. How could he go from a raging beast to someone I wanted to hold and rock at the drop of a hat?
“I need to know you’re safe. I need to know where you are. Can you do that for me, Sili? Can you just give me that? I know I’m a hard man to be around. The world has brought out the ugly side of me, but I promise you I’ll be everything you need. Just stay by my side,” his voice cracked with a strange longing at the end and my heart constricted with yearning—yearning to be what he wanted me to be. But what if I wasn’t enough?
I wondered what had happened in his past to bring us to this point. What good would two very damaged people do for one another? I could barely hold onto myself most days when my flashbacks got the better of me. And Eliseo? Eliseo seemed like a savage animal that had been forced to contain its rage in order to blend into society.
“I-I don’t know,” I admitted tentatively. “It’s all just so much. I can barely remember my past, Eliseo. You don’t want that burden on you.”
He kissed me again until I was out of breath. His lips teased mine until he licked the seam of my lips and asked for entry, to which I easily surrendered. His tongue enticed me, coercing me to believe in what he wanted me to believe. I wanted to, but what if the more I found out about myself…
“Sili. Stop thinking so much,” he whispered against me. “Just be with me in the moment. Life is so fucking short.”
He ripped my borrowed shirt off an instant later, his hands all over my breasts, pulling my nipples deliciously before claiming my mouth again.
“The fuck?” Reed’s voice came through the other side of the broken door. I yelped and quickly bent down to put my shirt back on right before he shouldered himself inside.
At this rate, I was going to end up like Samuel, with just a curtain to separate myself from the community.
“What is with you assholes and breaking my door?” I huffed, trying to distract them.
Reed stared at Eliseo, and Eliseo did the same. My skin prickled with how much the tension had ramped up in my house beyond the sexual one Eliseo brought with him. My nipples were hard as rocks as I stared at these two virile men locked in a silent battle.
What is wrong with you Fitri? Since when did you start thinking of them as virile?
