Ten(15)

A knuckle tapping on the door and Six’s voice penetrating the wood has me opening the front door for him.

“There’s no one there, but I can stay for a while if you want?”

Shaking my head, I thank him for checking for me and assure him I’ll be fine and that I’m going to go to sleep and report it in the morning. I can tell by the lines marring his forehead he’s not happy, but I just need to sleep these days away until I’m finished here and I can leave this town.




I wake up cold, with an aching back. I feel old for the first time in my life; that stupid mattress offers no support.

A scraping sound coming from outside makes me jump up to open the front door. Six’s huge frame blocks the entire entryway. His arms are all sudded up with soap and he’s holding a bristle brush. I almost burst into tears at his kindness. “What are you doing?” I whisper.

“I get up early.” He shrugged.

“You didn’t have to do this.”

“I don’t like it. It’s weak.”

I raise a brow, wanting him to elaborate, but he drops the brush in the bucket and walks away. He’s right though; this intimidation crap is weak and I’m sick of it. I throw on some clean clothes and grab my car keys.





“Dalton!”

The hairs on the back of my neck prickle from the sound of Alex’s voice carrying down the corridor to my office. What the fuck is she doing here?

The door flies open and her dainty form stands in the doorframe. Her shoulders are stiff, and the brow dipping low as she glares at me almost makes me smile. She was never good at looking pissed at me; her face just couldn’t pull it off, there was too much beauty. Maybe that’s why I got stung so bad, because I didn’t believe she was capable of ugly. Not all ugly is on the outside. I should know that better than anyone.

“What the fuck do you want?” I sneer and glare back at her.

“I don’t know what the hell your problem is, but tell your family to stay the hell away from me.”

Is she serious?

“Are you honestly saying this to me? Ten fucking years, Alex, and you don’t know what my problem is?”

“I wrote you and you ignored me.” She looks honestly confused; her forehead gains little creases as her eyes dip. Did she really think I would have written her, and written off what she and her family did to me?

“Fuck your letters and get the hell out of my bar before I throw you out.”

“Fuck you, Dalton” she spits, and it boils my blood and ignites a fire in my gut.

I storm towards her and she flinches but holds her ground. I crowd her body with mine and lean into her face as I whisper, “You already did fuck me, Alex, and you fucking loved it. Is that why you wrote me? You thought I’d get out and still want to fuck you?”

She pushes at my chest to little effect. “Why would I think you’d want me when you have sluts like Lisa to be your whore and attack dog?”

There’s jealousy in her tone, and I’d be lying if I said it didn’t please me a little. “Damn. You’re jealous of her still? How pathetic you really are.”

Her eye twitches and I know I’ve upset her. Good.

She shakes her head, and her eyes widen and then squint, like she’s going to explode. Her tiny fists clench and she blurts out, “You know what’s pathetic? Your tiny dick.”

She turns to leave but I grab her, pin her front against the frame of the door, and push into her back, making sure my dick rests in the groove of her ass cheeks. I’ve never been small so her comment is all fumes. I hate that my body still reacts to hers, but it’s physical and that’s all, and I could use it against her. She fucking owes me.

“Does it feel tiny, Alex? Have you had bigger? Do other men fuck you as good as I did?” I growl.

Her ass pushes against me and her little wisps of breath give away just how desperate she is to be fucked hard and fast. She’s panting for it. Poor little bitch probably hasn’t had a decent fuck since me. Big headed? Maybe, but I have the junk to back it up.

“They fuck me better than you ever could, Dalton.”

I laugh to convince myself the twist in my gut isn’t because of the thought of her being fucked by other men. “You were a shit lay, Alex. I only fucked you because you followed me around like a lost puppy all those years and I pitied you.”

“Liar.” She snarls, trying to push against me, but she only manages to rub herself over my growing cock.

I move my hand up her stomach and her breath catches. Her skin is so soft to touch, my palm heats over the flesh and my dick throbs in response. I carry on travelling up until I cup her tit and squeeze hard enough to make her tense. “I won’t lie, your tight, virginal cunt was appealing. I’d never fucked a virgin before. Lisa was good in the sack but someone had been there before me, you know?”

“Fuck you.”

“Oh no, but I’ll fuck you. I want to hate every inch of you using every inch of me. ”

I rip the cup of her bra down and relish the feel of her hard nipple as it grazes my knuckle. I waste no time grabbing a handful before pinching the hard bud between my fingers.

“Your tits sure did grow. Is this what you came here for, Alex? Because you wanted to cuddle my cock with that tight pussy of yours?” I thrust against her and murmur in her ear. “Is it still tight and warm in there?”

“I came to tell you to sort your family out,” she breathes, but it’s labored. She’s horny as fuck the wanton slut.

“Don’t talk to me about my family after what yours did to me.”

“What?” she asks, breathless, but way too focused on my other hand that’s snaked down the front of her skirt.

“I fucking hate your family. Your mother always turning her nose up at me, yet her son was a fucking loser. Your father acting all high and mighty, wouldn’t know honor if it hit him in the face. Your brother, the fucking cunt who knows nothing about loyalty, and you, the little whore who bats her lashes and spreads her thighs to trick men into taking the shit for her family.”

“You make no sense. I don’t freaking understand anything you’re saying. How can you talk ill of the dead? My Dad was a good man.”

Is she kidding?

“I was a good man!” I roar. Dropping my hands to her skirt, I hike it up to her waist, exposing her plump ass laced in satin panties.

“But you’re not anymore?” she asks.

“Shut the fuck up!” I growl and yank her panties to the side. I pull my cock free from the confines of my jeans and don’t bother to push them down my legs.

“I hate you.” She sobs, clinging with both hands above her head to the frame of the door.

“I hate you more.” I kick her ankles apart to make a big enough gap for me to maneuver my cock between, and then I ram straight inside her. She yelps from my harsh entry and I can’t fucking move. Her walls cling to me, choking my dick, and I’m grateful that she’s nice and wet for me, otherwise that could have hurt us both.

“How tiny do I feel now, Alex?” I thrust hard into her, jamming her body against the frame. I grab her hips and slide out of her, only to ram back in, pulling her hips back against me. The moans clawing from her throat send me fucking wild. I fuck her hard and fast, watching her ass cheeks slap against my groin, my balls pounding against her clit with every forceful stroke forward. “How much do you hate me, Alex? Enough to let me inside your body, you filthy little slut?”

She’s getting off on me being mean to her. Her pussy hugs my cock, flooding it with her juices. I grab a handful of her hair and tug her head backwards so I can see the lust on her face. “Lisa likes to be fucked from behind too. You two have more in common than you think.” I grin at her scowl.

“Get the fuck off me!”

I chuckle, pulling out of her and moving away from the heat of her body. She turns and slaps me across the cheek. It stings like a bitch but I don’t let her know that, instead I grin at her. I’m not in to hitting women, but I’m not opposed to riling her up.

“You son of bitch” she glares.

I reach forward and wrap my hand around her delicate little neck. “I’m a lot more than that.”

Her eyes are still glazed with lust. I drop my eyes to look at her bare, sleek pussy, still with her panties pulled to the side. Her inner thighs are slick with her arousal. I guide her into my office and over to my desk where her ass hits the lip.

“You’re soaking for me, Alex, and all your outburst is doing is turning us both on.” I drag my finger through her folds, collecting her delicious, wet scent. Lifting my finger to her lips, I trace the outline of her pouting mouth. “You can hate me all you want, but your body doesn’t. It wants to be Lisa. It wants to be my little whore.”

Her mouth opens and she bites down on my finger. Using the hand that’s still around her throat, I tighten my grip in warning. She releases my finger and smirks at me.

“Spread those thighs for me,” I say, and smirk back at her when she does so without hesitation. I drop my hand to her pussy and part her folds so I can caress her clit. She gasps when I begin circling the tight bud. Her chest rises and falls in heavy pants, and her hands drop to grip the edge of the table. I look right into her eyes and watch her climb in pleasure. Just as I feel her clit throb, I stop, causing her to shake her head. I bring my hand away and then quickly back down, slapping her pussy and then pinching her clit. She calls out my name and it makes my whole body vibrate. I become frenzied caught up in the sexual need. I circle her clit again until she screams, and then I drop to my knees and suck it into my mouth, flicking my tongue over it. Her hands grab my hair and she’s trying to pry my head away, the sensation becoming too much for her. But I fight her, lapping at her pussy like it’s coated in the best tasting honey known to man.