Avengement (Heart of Stone) Page 3

  She tipped her head and gave me a complacent grin, “For you, baby, always.”

  I blinked as a muffled noise echoed in the room and I realised I had left Ric still hanging on the line, “Oops, sorry about that Ric, was just welcoming my wife to the room.”

  “Fuck Fox, I’m warning you…”

  “You wanna talk to Yvette?” I asked in a low gentle tone, smiling to myself as his snarl rattled around my ear. “I take that as a no then.”

  “Well, I’ve heard about Ava but I’ve also heard how sweet she is Fox and I doubt she’s capable of your level.”

  I laughed boisterously at his ignorance. “Is that what you heard? That Ava is sweet?”

  Ava turned back around and lifted an eyebrow at me with a full on smirk across her face, “Of course. I’m always sweet, Mason.”

  “Your pussy is baby, but the rest of you? Nah.”

  She scoffed and shook her head in humour as she turned back to Yvette and dropped to her haunches before her, her head tipped slightly and her hands resting on Yvette’s knees. “Hello, Yvette. It’s been a while.”

  Yvette gulped slightly and reared back but Ava patted one knee and slid a finger along the length of Yvette’s bony collar bone. “Are you scared, Yvette? Why? I’m sure your lovely husband will sort all this silly mess out.”

  I rolled my lips and shook my head at Ava’s sarcastic tone, “Hold on Ava, let me confer with the dark side first.”

  She flung her head back and laughed loudly, “Well hurry up, I’m… hungry.” She whispered the last word in Yvette’s ear as she slid her tongue along the curve and scrunched her face into a saccharine smile.

  “You heard the lady, Ric, she’s hungry. You want me to feed her or do I need to let her eat.”

  “Fox, fuck this, there is no way you’ll get away with this!”

  I sighed heavily and tilted my head at Ava, “Ric says you can have just a nibble, baby.”

  She grinned lewdly as she stood up and prowled around Yvette, her hand sliding across the rigid contours of Yvette’s prominent shoulders. Fuck, she was one bony bitch.

  “RIC!” Yvette bellowed as Ava leaned over her from behind, her hands swiping down and over the small rise of her tits as she licked a trail up Yvette’s cheek.

  Christ, I loved my woman.

  Ava tutted in Yvette’s ear as she placed her palms on the inside of Yvette’s thighs. “Your husband is very generous Yvette; he’s letting me… play!”

  The high pitched scream curdled my dinner as Ava wrenched Yvette’s legs wide open sharply, the crack of a hip dislodging with the force of the yank as her knees realigned with the back of the chair.

  Holy fuck!

  I stared at Ava but she smiled sweetly and eyed the phone in my hand as Ric’s shouts resounded around the room against the heaves of Yvette’s cries. “I’m still hungry, baby.”

  Her face was calm and relaxed and I pulled my jaw back up, “Baby, I said a nibble.”

  She nodded with a smile, “I know, a taste.” She frowned then looked at Yvette then back at me, “I’m sorry, do I need to bite off a bit more?”

  “No, no, no” I smiled with a slight cringe, “No, baby, not yet.”

  She nodded happily as she stood and waited for her next instruction.

  My God!

  “Uhh Ric, I don’t think you’re gonna be able to fuck your wife for a bit. She’s just accidently dislocated her pelvis.” I said quietly into the phone, still in awe of Ava’s pure strength.

  He made a faint choked sound into the phone then let his anger rain as he called me a load of boring names I had heard before. “Yeah, yeah, I know all that, Ric but I need to warn you, Ava’s chomping at the bit here so I would hurry up if I were you.”

  “Fuck you, you arsehole. I’ll find you Fox and I’ll cut your wife to bits in front of you.”

  I rolled my eyes and huffed, “Are you not hearing me, you obnoxious prick? My wife is now stroking your wife’s face like she’s a doll, Ric. I… uhh, well I’d change your mind if I were you.”

  “You bastard…”

  I held my thumb and forefinger together with a tiny gap for Ava to be aware of the level of hurt I needed her to administer this time, “Just a tiddly bit, baby, just a munch.”

  “A munch” she confirmed with a nod of her head, “I can do munch.”

  She wiggled her bottom in delight as she sauntered around to the front of Yvette and smiled widely at her. I frowned as Ava bent and removed one of Yvette’s shoes.

  What the hell was she doing now?

  “These are pretty,” she murmured as she held the bright red shoe in her hand and studied it with a slight maniacal bend in her neck. “Where did you get them, Yvette?”

  Yvette stared at her in bafflement as her jaw drooped low but stuttered periodically with her small sobs as her chest juddered in perfect rhythm, “I… uhh…”

  “Can’t remember? I have a thing for shoes,” Ava chuckled as she twisted her own six inch spiked heel boots around, showing Yvette her choice for today. The overhead light reflected off the shiny material and made me blink rapidly as it temporally blinded me.

  “Do you like the heels, Yvette? They’re amazing aren’t they?”

  Yvette swallowed noisily as she nodded jerkily and I couldn’t help but smile. My wife was a nutter. Simple.

  “You wanna give them a try?” Ava asked as she smiled warmly.

  “Uhhh….”

  “Yes?” Ava clapped loudly and then stomped the heel straight through Yvette’s foot.

  My fingers dug into my palms as I squinted against the ear piercing squeal, my whole body vibrating at the glass shattering pierce. My teeth sank into my lower lip as the crunch of bone ricocheted around the room when Ava removed her heel from the bridge of Yvette’s foot.

  My chest heaved as lust hurtled through my blood stream, gliding like liquid gold and stimulating each neuron it passed with a flash of gratification as it simultaneously pulsed my cock with an intense longing and primal need to fuck.

  “Ric,” I hissed into the phone. “My wife is going to rip your wife to bits unless you give me the words I’m waiting to hear.”

  I could hear his profound irregular breaths through the phone and I couldn’t hold back the staggered sinister laugh, my shock with my wife’s… uhh, amazing? Yeah, fuck she was amazing but I had never expected this level of ‘involvement’ from her, yet, I still wondered what fed her ability for cruel and vice?

  “Look Ric, I’m feeling quite bad for Yvette here, even if you don’t give a shit. I just want you off William; I’m not here to fight for the other jury members, just William and to be honest, just one verdict is not gonna sway the end result is it?”

  I could smell the burning from his brain through the phone and I rolled my eyes again and turned back to Yvette, “My God, honey, your husband is not rolling my way; you wanna try and persuade him?”

  She stared up at me with wide eyes, her mascara streaked across her face and over her lips. Christ, how much of the stuff had the woman worn? It was now morphing her face into a slick oil painting that resembled Edvard Munch’s, The Scream; her whole face appearing to droop with the effect as her terrorised large eyes revealed her fright.

  She nodded pleadingly and I gave her a proud smile. She knew how to play but after living with Ric for so long, I wasn’t surprised.

  “Ric,” she gasped into the phone when I placed it at her ear. “Please Ric… honey, she’s…” She cast a swift glance at Ava then snapped her eyes away when Ava grinned broadly at her, “She’s…”

  “Hungry” Ava finished for her with a lift of her shoulders and a scrunch of her nose in a loving gesture.

  I barked out a loud laugh and turned away, shaking my head at Ava’s humour. “Yeah… She’s… hungry, please Ric, please.”

  I replaced the phone back to my ear. “Well?”

  “Do you realise how much I hate you right now, Fox?”

  “Yep, but if you wanna save Yvette’s pretty face,
I’d hurry the fuck up cos’ Ava’s took a liking to her hair.” I grimaced when Ava softly stroked Yvette’s hair, her palm gently skating down Yvette’s long blond locks as if soothing the hurt she had caused. But, the glint in her eyes told me the action was not intended to appease.

  “RIC!” Yvette screamed when Ava wrapped the strands around her hand and yanked her head to the side, twisting her neck almost unforgivingly and causing her eyes to bulge even further.

  My jaw dropped and my eyes widened when Ava leant into Yvette and ran the tip of her tongue along the distended tendon that ran down the side of the exposed pale skin.

  “Ric?” I urged hurriedly when Ava’s mouth crept up to Yvette’s ear and I knew, I just knew what was coming. “Hurry the fuck up Ric…”

  “RIC!” Yvette shrieked again as she tried to wriggle away from Ava’s mouth, “FUCK!!! RIC!!!”

  “Ric…?”

  “Fuck…” he hissed, toying with what was right, wrong and then what was needed.

  Ava’s eyes shot up to mine and she winked before she clamped her teeth on Yvette’s ear lobe and started to bite harder and harder. Blood began to trickle down the side of Yvette’s neck as she cried out and butted her head around, desperately trying to release herself from Ava’s far from delicate embrace.

  Her sobs were loud in the room as the valley of blood collecting on Yvette’s collarbone mesmerised me; the pretty deep, raw colour conflicting against the pallor of Yvette’s clammy fair skin and I tipped my head as the trickle oozed onto her bright red dress and seemed to disappear as it blended in.

  “Okay!” Ric finally barked through the phone and I nodded firmly at Ava. She actually looked disappointed as she removed her mouth and sighed heavily with longing.

  “Wise choice, you just saved Yvette’s ear. Let me just say, any retribution will be severely frowned upon, Denarii.” I warned down the phone as I watched Ava pull out a first aid kit from her giant handbag and start to lovingly tend to Yvette’s wounds whilst she vibrantly spoke to her about an online shoe store she always used.

  Ric scoffed down the phone. “But you go ahead if that’s what you want; I would love the… challenge.” I smiled sinisterly “Although,” I added as I dropped my voice into a forceful chilling tone, “I still owe you for what you did to my sister.”

  I sighed heavily as I tapped my fingers on my thigh in thought as I pondered how to solve this dilemma. “I think Yvette’s had enough so instead of taking this out on her, how about we call it truce by you owing Kerrie a favour if she ever needs one?”

  “What?” he barked down the phone. “Are you completely insane?”

  “Nearly, but not quite,” I answered nonchalantly. “Your wife would have known about it if I was, Ric.” He didn’t miss the indication as he sighed with frustration, “It’s up to you but hurry up, I need to fuck my wife.”

  My eyes observed Ava’s tight arse as she crouched down so she could clean the hole in Yvette’s foot and I imagined her squatting over my cock, riding me hard and wild as her tits bounced freely in my face.

  Fuck!

  I coughed to clear the swell of my adam’s apple, the cartilage expanding with the testosterone my body kicked out before I eventually moved my eyes from Ava.

  Bloody hell, I needed her. My cock was aching with the need to drive deep inside her and feel her tight ridged walls clamp hold of me possessively and take what she craved.

  “Denarii?” I blinked hard to dislodge the erotic images flying through my head and focussed my attention back to Ric.

  “Fine,” he conceded. “But we call it quits, Fox. No more.”

  “That’s fine with me as long as you leave my sister out of any future business dealings you have.”

  “Let me talk to Yvette, I miss her.” I frowned at the gentle longing in his voice and scoffed as I considered how much he had let his wife suffer. If it had been Ava, I wouldn’t have hesitated, not for one single second.

  I handed Yvette my phone as I took Ava’s hand and pulled her across the room towards the door, “Sort Yvette out Greg. Sam you can get off. The rest of you, help Greg, Ava and I are off.”

  Greg quirked an eyebrow my way and smirked, “Off?”

  I narrowed my eyes on him and nodded. “Off for a fuck,” I shouted as the door banged closed behind us when we stepped into the alleyway behind the warehouse.

  Chapter 6

  Ava

  My back was slammed against the old brick wall but not before I was tugging on Mason’s t-shirt, pulling and wrenching it from the waistband of his jeans so I could feel the heat of his skin under my palms. “Hurry” I whimpered as my pussy throbbed painfully.

  “Fuck Ava, I have never been so turned on” he growled against the side of my neck as he fought with the button of my leather trousers and eventually just yanked at them, popping the button forcefully.

  He dragged the material over my hips and down my legs until they were off and thrown to one side. He didn’t even wait to take off my knickers as he shoved the crotch to one side and impaled me harshly, my pussy welcoming his hard cock freely with the slick of arousal.

  “Fuck, yes!” he hissed in satisfaction as I clenched my muscles around him and dragged him deeper.

  “Fuck me hard, Mason, please.”

  I was begging and pleading but I didn’t care. I needed the rough and hungered for the pain and brutality that only Mason could deliver.

  My head banged against the hard stonework as Mason thrust in hard and deep. “Do you know how fucking hard I was in there?” He hissed through his teeth as he pulled out slowly and then slammed back in so powerfully it took my next breath.

  His fingers dug into the flesh on my backside, the impression of his fingertips driving my lust higher until I lifted my legs around his waist giving him a better access and angle for the hardness I needed.

  He grabbed my hips and lifted me up his length slowly, leaving me rolling my hips and trying to get what stimulation I needed just from his swollen crown. “Mason, damn it!” I grumbled as he smirked at me, his eyes burning through me as the fierce gaze locked me down under his command.

  “You want my cock, Ava?”

  “Mason…!”

  “Tell me.”

  I wriggled against him, desperation driving me as I tried to stroke my clit against his pelvis but he growled and held me still, one hand locking me down as another grabbed at my hair and pulled my face close to his.

  “Tell me!” he demanded forcefully as his chest heaved significantly, the deep pull of air through his braced teeth rattling down his throat with a faint wheeze.

  I glared at him, my arousal firing my fury as well as my lust as I gripped his shoulders and clamped my teeth around his earlobe, “Take me, Mason. Take what you need. Fuck me into hell.”

  The sharp breath he released tickled the hair beside my ear before he suddenly lifted me off him, spun me round and rammed me against the wall. My cheek squashed into the rough texture of the brick, the sharpness scratching my cheek and grazing my skin but the pain fired my need more and my heart misfired when Mason butted my legs apart with a soft kick to each foot and drove his dick deep inside me.

  Neither of us spoke or even murmured as the intensity of the fucking Mason delivered left us both completely in a state of euphoria, intoxicated on the level of lust influencing us as each drive and thrust rendered us mute with his sheer power.

  I had never been so silent during sex before but I was completely manipulated, my body taking what was given without question or reservation as my essence held on tight and received what was served.

  His fingers tightened in my hair further with each thrust as his palm slid around the front of me and curled around my throat, not forcefully but enough to make me tilt my head with the pressure. His thrusts were becoming more and more harder and deeper until my feet lifted off the ground with each drive and I had to palm the wall to keep my body upright.

  My whole body was ablaze with electrified neurons, each one powering thro
ugh my body via my blood stream, attacking each nerve ending ferociously and lighting up stimuli that cried out for awareness.

  I could feel the power of climax start building. The formidable current bridging my brain and my muscles as the rapture of orgasm discharged an array of colours behind my eyes and an explosion of pleasure through every single fibre holding me together.

  Mason finally grunted, the noise deafening after the silence of ecstasy as I gasped in a gulp of air, the oxygen clashing with the sensations riding through my body and triggering a violent shudder to judder my bones. I could feel the warmth of his sperm shoot inside me, filling me even more as his cock throbbed potently, each jerk delivering another shot of bliss to my sensitive vaginal walls.

  “Holy fuck” he rasped as he gasped for his own breath, his loud drags noisy in my ear as his head rested on my shoulder and I used the wall for support as my legs trembled.

  I was speechless, unable to process how to breathe never mind speak.

  Holy hell.

  “Baby?” Mason whispered in my ear before planting a soft gentle kiss to the side of my neck. My body was so highly strung it caused me to shiver with the contact and Mason chuckled as he prised my fingers from the wall, uncurling my knuckles until he stretched my hand and started to rub at my locked joints. “You okay, Ava?”

  I nodded, still trying to inflate my lungs with much needed oxygen as I released a noisy sigh but yawned at the same time.

  Mason laughed heartily, “Am I boring you?” He mocked as he slipped out of me, instigating a whimper to leave my lips after his harsh fucking had left me sore.

  I chuckled as I stretched my eyes, just to keep them from drooping as exhaustion grounded me. My legs buckled and Mason whipped me up immediately, scooping me up in his arms and pulling my body close to his.

  “God, I love you my little warrior. You were fucking awesome.”

  I snuggled into him closely; breathing in his relaxing aura as mine finally packed up and left me limp and drained against him, “I am pretty amazing.”