Fight or Flight (Fire & Vice Book 2) Page 5

  Anya gasped, her fists clenching at her side. Claudia put a soothing hand on Anya’s arm, understanding how much his words were cutting her friend. “Shut up,” Claudia snapped angrily. “You don’t know her at all!”

  He turned icy eyes on Claudia. “Apparently you don’t either, or you wouldn’t be clinging so tight to the sister of a murderous mob boss.”

  Anya paled and glanced guiltily back at her friend. Claudia shook her head and simply held tighter to the other woman. She was about to respond furiously when she felt a presence at her back, searing her with such intense heat that she spun around. Her wide eyes collided with a massive chest, only inches from her face.

  “Is there a problem here?” a deep voice rumbled.

  Claudia stumbled back against Anya and watched as the biggest, meanest man she’d ever laid eyes on challenged Ash. Ash didn’t back down. Instead he nodded at Tyson King. “I need to have a conversation with my woman here, in private.”

  King took in the situation at a glance and nodded. “I can take care of the other one.”

  “No!” Claudia gasped.

  “Thanks man, I owe you,” Ash said, reaching for Anya and jerking her into his arms. He dragged her away from the table, toward the club exit.

  “Hey!” Claudia cried out, starting to go after her friend. A massive dark-skinned hand came down on her shoulder and pinned her in place. The shock that ran through her body at the contact had her gasping. She was thrown further off balance when the hand abruptly turned her around.

  Dark eyes studied her face as he wrapped long, thick fingers around her slender throat and tilted her chin up with the edge of his hand. He watched her angry, frightened green eyes flare in challenge. She wondered if he could feel the wild flutter of her pulse under his fingertips. Claudia wanted to shove his hand away and run as fast as she could, but sensed the danger lurking beneath his civilized appearance.

  “Come,” he said to her, releasing her neck and taking a firm grip on her arm, “we have much to discuss.”

  Claudia gasped and went with him. He gave her no choice. She tried resisting his hold, but it was unbreakable. “We have nothing to discuss Mr. King,” she hissed. “Let go of my arm!”

  King gave her a chilling smile and said, “We have everything to discuss Miss Cantore. Starting with your protection fee. If I was able to find out who you are, it’s a certainty that other interested parties could also find out.”

  Claudia stared at him. Understanding coloured her expression, shifting it from anger to absolute terror. She went with Tyson King unresisting, suddenly aware that he was possibly the one person standing between her and death in that moment.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  Anya had stopped resisting Ash almost right away. Not that it mattered. He had been willing to toss her in his trunk kicking and screaming if it meant getting the conniving beauty back to his place and into his bed. The one taste he had of her only ignited the fire. He wanted more. He wanted everything. And he would take everything, even if it meant pissing off her very powerful kin.

  She sat beside him in his black SUV where he’d thrust her into the passenger seat, staring woodenly out of the tinted window. She hasn’t said a word, not even to ask where they were going. Not that she ever did what he expected her to do. She wasn’t like any woman he’d ever known. She frustrated him, infuriated him and ignited his lust like no other. Even now he had to stop himself from slamming on the brakes, yanking her across the space that separated them and fucking her right there in the front seat of his vehicle.

  He gripped the steering wheel and tried to ignore the tantalizing fragrance of her fruity body lotion. She was wearing tiny jeans that were so tight they might as well have been painted on. He hated that she wore them in public, along with a low cut lacy top that showcased pink bra straps. Her signature army boots finished the ensemble. He wanted to tear everything from her, spank her ass for daring to play with him, and chain her to his bed where she couldn’t cause more trouble.

  He heard her breath hitch as the intensity of the atmosphere within the vehicle ratcheted up. Good. He wanted her worried. And desperately turned on, like he was. He could almost smell her arousal. She shifted in her seat, just an inch, and clenched her knees together.

  Every movement she made, every sigh, was like torture. He needed her underneath him, taking his cock into her body. Then maybe he could think straight. Try to figure out what this chick wanted with him.

  Ash pulled into his driveway and pressed the garage door opener. She sat up straighter in her seat as he pulled into the dimly lit garage. He could feel the questions on the tip of her tongue, but she was uncharacteristically quiet.

  “My place,” he said.

  She nodded, looking everywhere but at him.

  He ushered her into the house, turning off the security system. He heard nails hitting the hard floor and swore out loud seconds before Bane rounded the corner. Anya jumped behind Ash, grabbing fistfuls of his shirt and squeaking in fear as the oversized Rottweiler lunged for them.

  “Bane, down!” Ash yelled as Bane launched into the customary greeting of licking and jumping. After a few seconds, Bane turned his attention to Ash’s guest. The sneaky dog had gone between his legs, grabbed her booted foot and yanked. Anya went down with a scream and Bane wiggled between Ash’s legs to get on top of her.

  Seconds later Anya was laughing and screaming as the dog attacked her with kisses. She covered her face with her arms and rolled onto her side, her body heaving with laughter.

  “Fuck, Bane!” Ash grunted, wrapping a fist around Bane’s collar and dragging him off of Anya. “Get off!”

  Finally able to move, Anya pushed herself up into a sitting position. Both dog and master stared mesmerized at the dishevelled girl. The thin straps of her shirt and bra were half way down one arm, showing off a good portion of bared cleavage. Her black and blue hair was a wild, sexy mess, bouncing around her head and shoulders. Her legs were bent at the knees and spread, braced against the tiled floor. In that moment though, the most beautiful thing about her was the grin that stretched her full, purple painted lips. She looked young and innocent.

  Ash had never wanted a woman more in his life.

  “Bane, out!” he snarled, pointing at the door to that led to the rest of the house from the laundry room, where they had come in through the garage. Bane bounded off, tongue hanging out.

  Ash slammed the laundry room door shut and turned to Anya who still sat sprawled out on the floor. Ash reached back and yanked his shirt off, baring his muscular tattooed chest to her. She licked her lips and looked up at him with sultry, questioning eyes glowing blue through the heavy makeup that seemed to be her signature.

  “Come here,” he grunted, unbuckling his jeans and pulling the zipper down.

  Anya pulled her legs in and rolled onto her knees. She looked up at him, her eyes lingering over the planes of his skin. “I’m not sure this is a good idea Ash,” she whispered. “My brother…”

  “I said come here.” Ash reached down and grabbed her by the back of her neck. Applying pressure, he forced her to crawl forward until she was kneeling on the floor under him. “I don’t give a fuck about anyone else right now Anya, I want those lips wrapped around my cock.”

  She moaned, her eyes drifting closed for a second and then opening to look up at him. “Ash…”

  He pulled his rock hard penis out and took it in his hand. “I want to fuck that gorgeous mouth of yours. I’ve dreamed of nothing else since the moment I first saw you at that fight.”

  “Oh god, yes!” she moaned sliding her hands up his legs and resting them tentatively on his hips.

  He pushed her head forward and pressed the tip against her lips, smearing pre-cum over the purple lipstick, revelling in the shine it created. He wanted to mark her in some way, to make sure she knew who she belonged to. Make every part of her body belong to him. Ash had never felt this intense need to possess a woman as he did with the little Russian beauty.


  Anya flicked her tongue out and ran it across the underside of his cock, tasting him, testing to see how he would react. Her blue eyes watched him as his body tensed. Ash clenched the fist that wasn’t in her hair to keep himself in check. She was so small, too easily hurt if he lost control with her.

  She opened her mouth and tentatively took him into her. Her eyes continued to watch him as she sucked him in as far as she could take and then slid her mouth back. He threw his head back, tendons standing out in his neck. Groaning, he flexed his fingers against her head, cupping her with a massive hand and encouraging her to continue.

  Anya quickly found a rhythm and increased her pace.

  Ash groaned. “You have to stop babe, I’m about to explode.”

  She shook her hair and crowded in closer to his body, digging her nails into his hips and ass, holding him to her as she increased the pressure of her mouth on his dick. She licked and sucked, moaning her pleasure as she felt the tremors go through his big, muscular body.

  “Fuck baby!” he growled, using his hand to guide her, showing her what he liked without forcing her to take too much. “I’m going to come.”

  She nodded and ran her hands up his sides as far as her arms could reach and dug them into his bare skin. The suction of her gorgeous mouth combined with the tiny pain inflicted by her nails sent him over the edge. He grabbed her head in both hands pumped twice into her willing mouth and then held her still while he emptied himself into her mouth and throat.

  He held her that way for a few seconds, looking down at her in satisfaction as she swallowed every drop and used her tongue to swipe at the hole in his penis in case there was more.

  Finally he pulled away from her, reaching out to lean against the wall of the laundry room. Slowly his breathing returned to normal, but the feral, possessive look he gave her didn’t diminish.

  She looked like she didn’t know what to do, which Ash was beginning to realize she didn’t like. When Anya wasn’t in control of a situation she ran away from it. Ash was going to have to teach her to stop running from him. He liked to be in control and he planned on teaching this woman how to take what he dished out without disappearing after.

  He reached down, heedless of his semi-hard cock still on display for her viewing pleasure, and picked her up under the armpits lifting her right off the floor and setting her on top of his washing machine. Sitting there, with her legs dangling down, she was nearly the same height as him. He reached out, grabbing a fistful of her hair, and pulled her into a searing kiss.

  He devoured her lips with every ounce of lust and possession he felt for her. Wanting more, he took her face in his hands and applied pressure to her jaw until she opened to him, allowing him access to the part of her that had rocked his world seconds before.

  Without breaking the kiss, he reached down, unzipped her jeans and yanked them down her legs. He had to bend to pull them off her hips, which meant ending the ravishing kiss.

  “Ash!” she gasped in shock and supplication as he yanked her jeans and panties off her body along with boots and socks.

  “Shirt off!” he growled.

  Before she had a chance to do it herself he had the delicate fabric in his big fists and was pulling it over her head. The sound of tearing only seemed to spur him on. Without bothering to unclip her bra he yanked it over her head and sent it flying the way of her shirt.

  “I want you so fucking bad woman,” he said, kissing and nipping every inch of skin displayed before him.

  “Yes,” she sighed, tipping her head back when he latched on to one of her small breasts and sucked the nipple into his mouth. “Oh my god, Ash!”

  He sucked hard on her breast, closing his teeth over the delicate nipple and applying enough pressure that she felt the sting. He shook at the need to simply devour her and thrust into her body with savage force. He was rewarded for holding back when she moaned long and low in her throat and thrust her breasts out for more attention. Ash switched to her other breast and then began moving down her body.

  Glancing up he saw her eyes grow wide and uncertain when she realized where he was headed. She clenched her thighs, but he thrust his hips between her knees, forcing her legs to accommodate him. Grabbing her by the backs of the knees he yanked her forward on the washing machine until her ass was on the very edge. The momentum made her fall back on to her elbows, tilting her hips up and displaying her pussy to his hungry gaze.

  “You are so fucking hot, baby,” Ash growled, dropping to his knees in front of her.

  “Ash!” she gasped, trying to sit up properly.

  He stopped her with a heavy hand on her stomach. He pinned her down with one hand and with the other he lifted her leg over his shoulder, giving himself better access to the part of her he’d being dying to taste. He swiped his tongue down her, from clit to ass causing her to jump.

  Her body was flushed pink from embarrassment and excitement. She was helpless laying on the washing machine, naked and at his mercy.

  Unable to control his need for her, Ash buried his face in her pussy and thrust his tongue deep inside. After a minute he replaced his tongue with two of his fingers and attacked her clit with his mouth. She began shaking uncontrollably under the dual onslaught, widening her legs to increase the sensations rushing from her centre outwards.

  Ash lifted his head, his icy blue eyes pinning her. “Come for me baby.”

  “Oh god, oh god, Ash, I can’t take it!” she moaned weakly.

  “Do it for me baby, right now.” He tongued her clit, circling the engorged bud with his tongue and sucking it into his mouth.

  With a scream, Anya came, fluid from her pussy gushing, slipping over his hand and easing the friction. He continued to pump his fingers slowly in and out of her body, twisting them each time. He watched as she collapsed back onto the dryer, her head touching the wall behind her, breath shuddering in and out of her body.

  Pulling his fingers out of her wet heat, Ash shoved his jeans down and kicked them out of the way. Anya watched him intently and then squealed as he reached out, picked her up off the washing machine and tossed her over one broad shoulder.

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  Anya clutched at the slabs of muscle in Ash’s back and shoved herself up so she could see where they were going. Ash opened the laundry room door and strode into what looked, from her upside down point of view, to be a kitchen. Bane came bounding toward them, but one harsh word from Ash had the dog sliding to an undignified stop where he watched them pass silently, his heavy tail thumping against the floor.

  “Ash…” Anya said tentatively, “what are you doing?”

  “What does it look like?” he replied. “Taking my woman to a proper bed where I’m going to fuck that slippery, tight pussy until neither of us can stand for at least a day.”

  “Oh,” she said, feeling her pussy gush just a little more at his crude words. “It’s just, I can walk you know. I think I would prefer to walk actually.”

  “Not a chance. Every time I let you use those beautiful legs, you use them to walk away from me. Not this time babe. This time I’m staking my claim good and hard so you know who you belong to.”

  Anya’s temper flared and she smacked his back with an open palm. “Fuck you, Ash! It wasn’t my ass that walked the last time I saw you.”

  Ash’s hand came down hard on her bare ass in response. She yelped and jumped against his unyielding shoulder.

  “You gave me no choice,” he snapped back. “You played games with me, refused to tell me who you were and then, when you finally chose to reveal yourself, you do it in the presence of three Russian enforcers. Getting myself shot on the doorstep of my place of employment didn’t fit in with my life plan, so I let you walk.”

  “You didn’t let me walk, asshole! You left me!”

  “It was only ever temporary babe, you were always going to come home to my bed.” With a grunt he lifted her off his shoulder and tossed her onto a massive bed with fluffy quilted blankets. “It was just a matter of when
.”

  Anya shrieked and bounced as she hit the mattress. She lay stunned for a moment looking up at the naked man standing by the end of the bed. His erection was thick and engorged, ready once more to take a piece of her. She had been sore after their last time together. It was no wonder, that thing was as much of a monster as the rest of him!

  “You would have come after me?” she asked hesitantly.

  His eyes pinned her to the bed. She stared back helplessly.

  “I will always come after you Anastasia. I fell for your pain-in-the-ass the first moment I saw you at the fights.” Ash kneeled on the bed and came down over top of her, letting her feel his full weight as he crushed her.

  “Ash…”

  He cut her off with a kiss. This one was full of passion, but it was also tender. He took her lips carefully, sucking the bottom one into his mouth and licking the seam of her lips with his tongue. Anya opened her mouth without hesitation. He took advantage, plunging his tongue deep into her mouth, staking his claim on the woman in his bed. She tasted incredible, like sugar and sex.

  Ash wrapped his arms around her knees and lifted her legs over his wide shoulders. She whimpered in expectation as he lined his cock up with her vagina and screamed when he thrust himself deep into her body. She wiggled her hips, trying to adjust to the pressure and fullness of him. Ash tightened his grip on her and grunted.

  “Feels too good when you move like that babe,” he said through gritted teeth. “Can’t hold out.”

  She moaned and bit her lips.

  She wanted more, even if she had to take a little pain with her pleasure. She wiggled her hips again.

  “Fuck!” he snarled dropping his head into her neck and biting down. “You asked for it woman.”

  He began thrusting his hips, slamming into her body with his much larger one, crushing her into the mattress. Anya held on tightly as he rode her hard, fucking her unresisting body as though he was branding himself into her flesh. She loved it and she feared it. She lifted her hips to meet his as much as she could and revelled in the pagan sounds erupting from his throat as he struggled to hold himself in check from savagely taking her the way he so desperately wanted to. Her pussy fluttered around his cock as her orgasm began to build higher and higher. Closing her eyes and tossing her head, she chased after the white streak of pleasure.