Avengement (Heart of Stone) Page 2

  “Now I teach you not to play games with me, Ava.” Mason stated in my ear and I gulped as a shiver hit each nerve ending in my body and made my bones vibrate.

  “One finger, Courtney. Slowly.” He ordered and she echoed my whimper as she instantly did as he asked, both of us submitting to the master in the room. Both of us hot and wet with the supremacy Mason overpowered us with.

  “Oh God!” I breathed raggedly as Courtney’s tiny finger slid into the hot flesh between my legs, her nail scraping my inner walls faintly and making me shudder with excitement.

  “You want more, baby?” he whispered in my ear and I nodded frantically; desperation and need coursing through me like a fierce blaze, heating my blood and igniting my brain with energy as Courtney’s finger swirled and teased inside me.

  I ground down on her frenziedly, rocking my hips harshly against her finger as she looked up at me intently, her arousal ripping through her pretty face as her breasts heaved behind her loose silk shirt.

  “Then beg!” Mason bit out as he clamped my hips with his huge hands and stilled my impulsive movements. “Beg, Ava!”

  I tried to swallow past the lump that had formed in my throat and licked my dry lips, my arousal feeding off my body’s natural stimulants and leaving me gasping and panting in need.

  “Please,” I managed to voice past the upsurge of sensation as Courtney swiped the tip of her finger over the sensitive spot inside me and my knees buckled with the shot of pleasure.

  “Not good enough.” Mason rumbled in my ear and I closed my eyes, urging my body to find its balance again. “The better you plead, the better we ease the ache, baby. Make us feel how badly you need this.”

  “Mason!” I gasped and bucked against his hold on my hips, “Please!”

  He pursed his lips and licked around the edge of my ear, “Much better. Two fingers.” He instructed Courtney who shot me a wink and I groaned loudly as she slipped another finger inside me and started to slide them in and out, the rhythm driving me crazy and I wrestled against Mason’s hold once more as I tried to intensify the pressure.

  He pulled me back against him harshly, “Don’t fight me Ava, or you’ll regret it.”

  “Fuck you!” I spat out.

  He immediately pulled me away from Courtney and flung me over his shoulder, holding me down compactly as he sauntered into Courtney’s kitchen with me and grabbed a kitchen chair, before strolling back into the room.

  His carefree attitude was riling me more yet I had no choice but to let him work through it and decide my fate, which he would make me aware of eventually.

  He placed the chair in the middle of the room and plonked me down heavily in it and just as swiftly he had my hands behind the chair and his fingers wrapped around my wrists. “See baby, defiance doesn’t work with me.”

  “Mason!” I spat as I struggled beneath him. His lips twisted and my eyes widened when I felt Greg coiling something around my wrists, freeing Mason’s hold on me and I growled loudly when my ankles were also secured to each leg of the chair, opening my legs and displaying my damp pussy to the room. “Mason… I…”

  My chest was tightening and I fidgeted my hands, the rope chaffing against my skin but Mason shook his head and whispered a soft shush in my ear. “Ava! Listen to me. There is you, me, Courtney and Greg here and not one of us is going to hurt you. Dane is dead, baby, he can’t get you. He will never touch you again or never even lay his eyes on you again. You killed him Ava, you. You need to accept this now.”

  I chewed on my lower lip and let his words sink in.

  Dane was dead. He would never touch me again. He would never look at me again.

  I nodded slowly and made myself calm down, breathing deeply and dragging in courage with the oxygen, “Okay.”

  He squatted in front of me and leaned forward, a small smile lifting his lips slightly. “Good girl. Now I’m afraid you have to pay for your disrespect.”

  “What?”

  He shrugged and sighed, “I did warn you not to fight me.”

  My jaw dropped as he moseyed across the room and dropped heavily onto the sofa. He looked at Greg and made an ‘all yours’ gesture with a sweep of his arm across the floor, before he lifted his eyes back to me and locked me down with a deep stare.

  My mouth dried considerably as Greg led Courtney to the middle of the room, taking the space between Mason and me and pushing her to her knees before him.

  I flicked my eyes from Mason to Courtney as Greg slid down his zip and pulled his hard cock free causing Courtney to lick her lips greedily.

  “Eyes on me Ava,” Mason barked from across the room and I shot him a look, my eyes narrow and intense but swiftly changed it when he released his own delicious erection into his hand and I puffed out a heavy breath at the sight of the pulsing vein running the underside, my tongue imitating the movement of his hand as I imagined trailing my tongue the full length of it.

  My pussy clenched as he fisted himself and started to slowly stroke up and down, twisting harshly at the top before pulling his foreskin back down tightly and I bit into my lip when the restraints around my ankles refused my thighs a quick rub together.

  Greg’s loud moan caught my attention and I cast a glance at them, triggering a soft moan of my own to echo around the room. “Harder” he demanded as he fisted Courtney’s hair and thrust his hips, driving his cock deep into her throat and causing his arse cheeks to clench tightly with the intense gratification.

  Her hips circled and I copied her action in the chair, trying to rub my swollen clit against the hard wood of the seat, but no sooner had I managed to gain a little satisfaction than Mason barked an order for me to stop.

  I curled a lip at him and he quirked an eyebrow as a smug grin stole his dark expression, “You really aren’t playing nice today, baby.”

  I poked my tongue out at him before I returned to watch the erotic scene playing out on the rug in front of me, but then flinched when Mason stood from the sofa and made his way towards me. God damn, this man made my essence sweat and my veins quiver.

  His chest was heaving at my rebellion and I would be lying if I said I wasn’t slightly nervous as well as aroused. The dark blaze in his eyes was mesmerizing as well as fucking hot and I sucked in my lips as the stunning specimen dominating the room meandered towards me with his head cocked and his teeth clenched harshly.

  He stood before me and I kept my gaze straight forward, my face bang in line with his glorious solid cock as I refused him my eyes. My core shuddered with the need to lean my face forward and steal a swipe at it with my tongue. I moaned brokenly as he took hold of his shaft and tracked the wet tip across my cheek, smearing me with his pre-cum and exciting my sense of smell as well as my pussy. My face shot sideways to catch a quick lick but he shifted his hips back, moving the deliciousness from temptation and I growled in frustration as he crouched down. However my eyes widened when he untied the binds holding me still and I frowned up at him.

  His superior smirk was both infuriating and stimulating but my blood fired too much electricity to my brain amongst the lust racing through my system and I felt dizzy as he gripped my waist, swung me round and placed me on his lap as he sat on the chair with my back to his chest.

  “Watch them” he demanded and my thighs trembled when Greg started to fuck Courtney’s mouth with vigour, both of their faces tight with immorality and carnality as their erotic moans bounced off the wall and hit my ears with a jolt of torment at each one.

  “Watch how hard he fucks her hot little mouth, Ava.”

  I groaned as I started to rub myself on Mason’s thigh but he gripped my hips again and halted all movement. I didn’t say anything, it would only make him more determined to make me pay for my brazenness so I remained quiet as I watched Courtney and Greg with a fierce jealousy.

  “You wanna taste your friend’s delicious pussy? Wrap your tongue around her hard swollen clit and eat her sweet arousal.”

  “Mason, please” I begged, nearly at the
point of going insane as I watched the display of debauchery playing out in front of me and listened to Mason’s dirty words. “Please, I’m sorry.”

  “What?” He whispered in my ear, demanding a more heartfelt apology and I closed my eyes as I gave in to him and surrendered.

  “I said I’m sorry and I am, I shouldn’t have been disobedient,” I said with conviction, hoping my eager apology would give me what I needed.

  “Oh Jesus! I breathed heavily as he lifted me slightly and positioned himself at my backside.

  “I’m taking your arse, Ava. You will learn to do as you’re told.”

  I nodded briskly as I shuffled against him so he nudged into me slightly and gently, stretching me wide with his broad girth and firing a shot of both pleasure and pain into my brain.

  Greg’s eyes settled between my legs as he watched Mason’s cock slide into my bottom and Courtney started to crawl towards me. The heat in her eyes was sinful as she knelt between my legs and helped steer Mason’s cock inside me.

  “Fuck Ava, that looks so hot” she moaned as she stroked her finger along my dripping groove.

  The burn from Mason’s dry entry arched my back and he grunted severely as the action shifted him deeper. “Oh fuck!” He snarled as I took him completely inside me, his balls now pressing against me and rubbing against my buttocks.

  He grasped my hips and guided me up and down until I took control and increased the rhythm when Courtney took a dip inside my pussy with her tongue, “Jesus Courtney, more.”

  She cried out as Greg took her from behind, slamming his pelvis against her as he rode her hard and fiercely, his body completely mounting hers as he fucked her into oblivion.

  She slipped her fingers inside me, driving deep as she enclosed my clit with her lips and sucked gently.

  God, it was too much as the overindulgence lashed my nerve endings severely and I bucked against Mason as I chased my orgasm, demanding it promptly before I went crazy with animalistic need.

  “Is that good, Ava? My cock deep inside your tight fucking ass” he rasped as his teeth scraped along my shoulder blade and he yanked me down hard and brutally.

  My hands lifted off my thighs as I reached behind me and grabbed Mason’s hair, pulling him into me tighter and demanding his bite as he drove his cock deeper into my arse and Courtney twisted her fingers inside me, burrowing cruelly as Greg pounded into her ruthlessly.

  Everybody seemed to explode at once as four loud, extreme, lust drenched moans filled the thick air of the room; each one of us shouting some random incoherent words as the pleasure ripped through our bodies and minds, giving into our demand for ecstasy and fuelling the pleasure shots that fired rapidly into each of our senses.

  “Holy fuck” Greg growled chokingly as Courtney’s head flopped against my inner thigh, smearing my skin with her sweat.

  She looked up at me eventually and grinned widely, “Fuck, I missed ya’ babe.”

  Chapter 5

  mason

  Yvette blinked rapidly as I whipped the blindfold off her face and grinned coldly at her before I then yanked off the tape securing her large mouth closed.

  “Fox?” The whimper that accompanied her shocked tone made me shiver with depraved delight.

  “Good evening, Yvette.” I patted her cheek and laughed as she tried to squirm away but the bonds holding her to the chair refrained her from moving. Her hands were knotted in rope behind her back and her ankles bound to each leg, restricting movement to both her arms and legs and stopping her from lashing out.

  “What… what the hell am I doing here?” she asked warily as she glanced around the room, her eyes small and tight as she strained to take a view at her surroundings. She couldn’t see much. Most of the warehouse was dark apart from the central area where she festered in the beaten chair, her long legs looking daft as her knees splayed outwards to accommodate the strict bend.

  “I believe we have some business to attend to, Yvette.”

  She frowned in confusion as she yanked her hands against the rope holding her arms back. “What? I don’t get involved in Ric’s business.”

  I nodded then a cruel smile morphed my lips sinisterly as I crouched before her. She pressed back into the chair as a shiver vibrated through her body with my corrupt expression. “Unfortunately for you, your husband has just involved you Yvette, I’m terribly sorry.” I shook my head with fake sympathy as I patted her knee and turned to Sam, holding my hand out as he stepped from the shadows and placed a phone in my hand.

  I took a fulfilling deep breath as the adrenaline and malice once again seared through my veins, swarming and pulsing along each tight capillary and energising my brain with a blast of exhilaration after being redundant for way too long, its thrill radiating every single nerve ending inside me and bringing me the disturbing serenity that my violent side craved.

  I coughed to clear my throat and brought the phone to my ear with a deep smile. “Welcome to my world, Ric.”

  “What the fuck is going on, Fox?” he snarled through the phone and I lifted a brow slowly at his tone.

  “A simple, hello Mr Fox would have been nice, Ric.”

  “Fuck you arsehole and tell me what this is about. I have better things to do than stand here talking to you.”

  I laughed loudly and nodded, “Like bending over in the shower block?”

  He hissed but I sighed, bored already with this fucking tosser. “I want you to call your pitbulls off William Jackson.”

  The line went silent for a moment and I wondered if he’d terminated the call but then he laughed heartily and I smiled as I waited for his predictable reaction to bate. “Of course Fox, anything you want my sweetness.”

  I nodded admiringly, liking the endearment immensely. No one had ever called me their sweetness before and I thought it quite suited me. “I don’t think I’m anything close to sweetness Ric, but I think your wife is rather sweet.”

  The small sharp gasp made me chuckle, “Still wanting that shower, Ric?”

  He was quiet for a long moment and I waited him out as I leaned against one of the support columns, knowing any eagerness would not catch the hare. I could practically hear him thinking fast, his imagination building and forming an escape route in his head as he planned how to get Yvette out of my hold in one piece.

  I drummed my fingers on my thigh and rolled my head around my neck as we paused to let his brain catch up. Such a stupid man.

  “If you don’t hurry Ric, all the soap will have gone.”

  “Fuck you Fox,” he hissed and I tutted loudly.

  “That’s rather rude but I’m willing to overlook it… for now. I need an answer this side of Christmas, Denarii.”

  He chuckled low and I could picture his smug smirk but he couldn’t see the exact echo on my face. “But you see, unlike you Fox, I do my homework on my rivals.” He sucked air through his teeth as he waited for my shocked gasp or whatever the hell he was expecting.

  I picked at a piece of nail that was cutting into the edge of my finger to kill time as I puffed out a bored breath and then rolled my eyes as Mr Predictable gave me the food to feed the tiger – my wife. “I know you don’t hurt women, Fox, so I think it’s you that needs to take the fuckings that are offered in the showers.”

  I pursed my lips as that wonderful image shot through my receptors.

  “Ahh Ric, you are a clever boy. How stupid of me. Of course you know I won’t hurt your wife.”

  I bit back the bark of laughter when I heard his superior scoff and grinned widely as I heard the approach of six inch heels behind me, their rhythmic clicking on the concrete floor soothing my soul and nourishing my quietude. “Have you met my wife, Ric?”

  I was sure the clatter through the phone was him dropping the thing but give him his due, he composed himself rather quickly. “I swear to god, you touch Yvette and I’ll make sure you never take another breath again, Fox.”

  “Oooh, are we a little emotional at the mention of Ava?”

  I
turned around and my breath stunted at the malevolence displayed openly on Ava’s god damn beautiful face as she methodically strode towards me. My God, she was stunning as her inner bitch flowed and the violent side of her relished at the promise of carnage.

  The unwavering glaze over her eyes made me aware of an Ava from long ago. Gave me a glimpse into an Ava that had fought to live and keep breathing on the streets, the Ava that had participated in illicit paid fights to feed hers and Katie’s hungry bellies and the Ava that bowed for blood; fight or flight.

  My wife was most definitely fight and I swallowed the deep groan as my dick roared to life, pulsing heavily in my jeans as I fought to stifle the violent urge to fuck her right here, right in front of everyone else, hard and fast.

  My eyes dropped to her tight leather jeans, the smooth material hugging every single luscious curve of her sculptured legs and I gulped as she approached and ran a finger along my jaw and then positioned it under my chin and snapped it upwards. “You can peel me out of them later, Mason, for now control the blood pressure to your dick.”

  She winked and I circled her waist with my arm and yanked her towards me, pulling her against my solid erection and letting her feel how pressured I actually was.

  She smirked at me, her plump red painted lips curving into a delicious wicked smile, “You wanna fuck me here, right now Mason?”

  I knew she would like me to, and hell, I fucking needed to but Sam stepped out of the shadows and shot me a look.

  I nodded in apology. It was Marcy’s birthday and he was eager to get gone so I slapped Ava’s ass and flanked her bottom lip with my teeth, pulling the soft flesh into my mouth and sucking on it gently so I could serve a little sustenance to my hunger.

  “Be ready” I told her as I pulled away.