His Big Mountain Axe

  "Come for me, angel," he growls into my ear. "Come for me and only me. No other man, ever," he groans. "No other cock but mine. Say you're mine, and come for me. Make that little pussy come, baby girl. Make that pussy come for me right now."

  The wave hits me like a bomb. I scream into his lips, letting everything I have pour into him as the whole world explodes around me. The orgasm shatters through me like a hurricane — every single nerve in my body coming alive and blazing with fire all at once. I slam into him, grinding my hips against his grooved, perfect body as I hold him as tight as I've ever held anything in my life.

  Dylan roars into the kiss. His thick cock pulses rock hard, and suddenly, he's pumping into me. I cry out, feeling his hot cum explode into me, filling me up with rope after rope of his sticky seed until there's nothing left to give. We come to a panting halt, before we tumble over across the bed — a tangled mess of arms and legs and kisses.

  …And then we do it again.

  * * *

  Even though I know he has to, I hate when he leaves my arms. I want him to stay, even though God only knows what the consequences would be if Nico found out his precious virgin had just given it away — quite willingly — before he could ruin it with a camera and cheap porn set. We linger by the window for what seems like forever, my lips never wanting to leave his, before he slips away for the night.

  In the bed later, my whole body is on fire, and my heart’s beating a thousand miles an hour with the knowledge of what's just happened. I linger in the moment and in the memory of his hands on me. Of his lips tasting me.

  Of his cock, claiming me, and making me his forever.

  I'm still just lying there, grinning like an idiot, when the door to the suite crashes open. I shriek, yanking the covers up around me as a red-faced and furious looking Nico storms into the room.

  He glares at me, like his eyes are trying to peer into my head, and his lips pull back in an evil snarl.

  "He was here, wasn't he?" Nico spits furiously.

  I quickly shake my head. "N— no, he—" I stammer for words, and Nico whirls and punches the wall behind him.

  "Answer me, you little slut!"

  I recoil, trying to sink more and more into the bed as he advances on me.

  "I— I don't know what you're talking about," I say quietly but defiantly.

  Nico laughs, and the slur even in that laugh tells me he's been drinking. Fear shivers through me.

  "You're not on your fuckin period, are you?"

  I swallow. "Yes I am."

  "Well, I'm betting you're not," Nico says flatly. "In fact, I'm betting you wanted to buy some fucking time, which is why you bullshited me today."

  I shake my head again. "No, Nico, I really do—"

  "Shall I check?" he snarls, stepping towards the bed. "How about we open those pretty legs and I'll take a fuckin' peek for myself, huh?"

  I shiver, recoiling under the covers, and he laughs.

  "Yeah, that's what I fuckin' thought. You lying little slut." He jabs an angry finger at me.

  "Tomorrow, you little bitch." Nico's jaw tightens as he lets his finger point right at me.

  "Tomorrow, this all ends."

  15

  Dylan

  Life can be a real fucking bitch, I'll say that.

  Ten hours ago, I had the girl I love in my arms, moaning my name, kissing me with everything she had, and giving all of herself to me. Ten hours ago, with Rose, I was the happiest I've ever been in my life. For one moment in time, we escaped all of it, just her and me and the little bubble we hid ourselves in.

  That's all gone now. That's all ashes and smoke now.

  We're back at Nico's little porn studio under the bright lights, with the garbage set and cameras. And this time, there'll no backing out. No tricks this time, or smooth talking our way out of it. This time, it's going to happen. There’s a part of me that burns fiercely inside with the knowledge that they're not going to take from her what they think they are. They aren't going to get her innocence being stripped from her on tape.

  Not after last night, when she gave it to me. Not after last night when I took it from her with every ounce of my heart and soul behind it, making her mine and all mine.

  Today, they'll get the motions. They'll get a bullshit knockoff of what happened last night. Fuck them. Let them sell it. Let them think what they have is what they think they have. I'll know, and she'll know, that they don't. Only we'll have that.

  She's sitting across the room from me, looking at her hands. There's a glow to her today, and I don't know if the rest of them see it, but I sure as hell do. It's the glow of last night. It's the flush of her sweet cherry having been plucked. It's the glow of a woman who now knows what it means to be well and truly fucked, and made to come like she's never come before.

  I don’t give a shit if the rest of them don't see that flush, because it belongs to me anyways.

  It's a packed house today. Gino's here, along with a bunch of his personal crew. Apparently, Nico wants to give him a tour of the new studio.

  …What a fucking snake. I could tell him what Vinny told me before he died — about what he and Nico were planning to do with the money they were making sure got stolen. But fuck it, and fuck him. I doubt they'd listen to me anyways, and if anything, I'm betting Nico would find an excuse to kill either me or worse, Rose, before I even got the chance.

  Nico strolls around the room chain-smoking, his face looking gleeful.

  "Hey, where the fuck is Joey?"

  One of his guys shrugs. "Dunno, boss. Problems at home I think."

  Nico snorts. "Problems at home? With who?"

  "Eh, his side chick I think," the guy shrugs. "She's missing or something."

  "The one he was smacking around?"

  The guy nods and Nico rolls his eyes, waving him off. "Whatever. Find him. I need him here today. And find that fucking lawyer too. Gray. I haven’t seen the guy in days, and he's been dodging my fucking calls."

  My ears prick up, and my brow furrows.

  "Get him here. I've got paperwork that needs filing."

  "Nico."

  The mob captain stiffens up and turns at the sound of his uncle's voice. Gino's an older guy, greying hair on the sides and perpetual scowl on his ugly mug. The joke behind his back is how the hell he got Quinn, but I'm guessing attraction or love doesn't really play a part in whatever that transaction was.

  …Maybe I should ask Roman's dumb ass.

  "Glad you made it today, Uncle."

  Gino shrugs, glaring around the room. "You know this isn't my thing, Nico. So let's get it going so I can get out of this place"

  "All in good time, Gino," Nico grins, before turning and clapping his hands. "Alright!" he bellows, silencing the room. He glances around at his own lieutenants, which gives me pause and has the hairs raising on the back of my neck.

  He's up to something.

  I've lived my life being able to read people's faces and trying and guess where things are coming from before they do, and something about Nico's whole body language and attitude has me on edge.

  "Everyone ready?"

  His lieutenants nod. Lieutenants, not his camera guys. I frown. Actually, where the fuck are his camera guys?

  "Alright sweetheart, you ready?"

  He grins at Rose, and my blood boils. She nods quietly. But suddenly, Nico starts laughing.

  "Just kidding."

  Rose's brow furrows along with mine, the both of us glancing warily at each other.

  "What?" I hiss.

  Nico turns and grins at me as the confusion swirls over my face.

  "I said just kidding." His grin widens evilly. "No need to shoot the scene today."

  He shrugs, and the next words out of his mouth floor me

  "We already got it."

  What?

  Nico grins widely.

  "The penthouse? Your room?" He starts to laugh. "Yeah, hidden cameras, buddy."

  The floor drops out from under me.

/>   "What!?" I hiss through clenched teeth, feeling the room spin. "You're fucking lying."

  Nico laughs. "Nope, afraid not fuck-o." He rolls his eyes and gestures around. "C'mon, man, all this? This is for later, when the studio gets going. But for something like what I set up with you two love-birds, it's all wrong. No set, no director, and real amateur footage?" He grins widely. "That shit is gold, my friend. And you fucking delivered."

  Oh fuck. Oh holy fuck.

  All my bold thoughts about how they'd never get that part of her, and how they'd never take that from her? Well, they did. Last night. If Nico's telling the truth, they got all of it last night. Every moment of her and I coming together, and every bit of me claiming her innocence. I turn, my face numb as I see the color drain from Rose's.

  "But," Nico sighs dramatically. "But you also went against our deal, Dylan. I told you not to touch her off-camera, and you damn well did anyways. I mean, I was hoping you would, since that's what I was after, but you still went against our deal."

  He jerks his head at some of his guys.

  "Get him the fuck out of here."

  "No!"

  Rose screams and runs for me, but there are two other guys that grab her and haul her back. I roar, fighting the three guys holding me down and lashing out, but they pin me to the ground.

  "Oh, and you, sweetheart?" Nico grins wickedly, stepping towards Rose even as I scream at him that I'll tear his fucking hands off if he touches her.

  "I see a good career for you, baby."

  Rose’s head shakes side to side slowly, her eyes hard.

  "I did what you wanted."

  "Eh, kind of. But a cute thing like you?" He chuckles. "Oh I see a lot of movies in your future."

  I roar, but he ignores me.

  "Please no," she whispers, her face fierce and defiantly trying to hold back the fear.

  "How about, for our next little project together, I film you and a few of my buddies, all at the same time?"

  Rose starts to cry.

  I lash out, knocking away two of the men holding me as I lunge or Nico. But they pile on top of me, bringing me down and raining blows down on me as I scream her name.

  "Get him out of here," Nico mutters, spitting in my direction. "Say goodbye to your co-star, dipshit. Next time you see her, she's gonna be a big star."

  16

  Rose

  "Where are you taking me?"

  I'm doing everything I can not to scream as I watch them haul Dylan away.

  Stay calm. Stay in control.

  If I lose it, I'll lose it completely, and then I know I'll be lost.

  "Got a special place I'm gonna keep you," Nico grins. "My house."

  He moves close to me, his sour tobacco breath washing over me and making me gag.

  "And now that you're all broken in…" His grin turns hungry, and then I really want to throw up. "Well, I guess you and I can get a little bit friendlier, now can't we?"

  Don't scream. Stay in control.

  I almost don't, and I almost shatter right there, but I somehow hold it together.

  "Why the fuck did you bring me here, Nico?" Gino growls, coming up behind his nephew. "The theatrics are entertaining, but kinda a waste of my fuckin time, don't you think."

  Nico scowls and clears his throat before he turns to face his uncle with a smile on his face.

  "Don't worry, Gino, I promise I got you here for a reason. Give me a sec to deal with this shit and I've got a big surprise for you."

  Gino shrugs and goes back to talking to some of his guys, and Nico grabs my arm.

  "Time to go, sweetheart."

  "Wait," I pull back, my brain whirling a million miles a second.

  "Can I— can I call my sister first?"

  He scowls.

  "Please, I haven't talked to her since I got here. I mean, I haven't had a phone or anything, and I just want to talk to her once."

  Nico grumbles to himself.

  "Please," I say quietly. "I did what you wanted."

  He sighs, and begrudgingly nods.

  "Fine."

  He yanks me by the arm, half dragging me across the studio floor until we get to a door. He kicks it open and hauls me into what must be his own personal office.

  "Sit."

  He plops me in a chair and uses a key to unlock a drawer in his desk, before he tosses me my phone that they took from me when they brought me here.

  "You've got five minutes," he grumbles, moving back to the door. "And don't try any bullshit, or I swear to Christ you'll regret it."

  I nod as he slams the door shut.

  Alone, I open the phone, and I'm about to call Keeley when my blinking notifications catch my eye — a voicemail I never saw, since I've been without the phone since the night they took me. The night Vinny was killed.

  …The message is from Vinny's number.

  I swallow as I move my thumb over it and click play, and the message crackles to life. There’s nothing but static and muffled nothingness.

  Pocket dial, I think to myself. And I'm about to delete it, when I suddenly hear the voice, and after the last few days, his is a voice I'd know anywhere.

  It's Dylan. His voice is muffled, but it's clearly him.

  "Fuck, we got company. Oh fuck!"

  There's the sound of brakes squealing, and Dylan swearing.

  "Fuck! They're armed, Vin. Call—"

  A moment of silence.

  "Vinny, what the fuck are you doing, man!"

  Vinny's horrible, sickly laugh that I always hated rumbles through the phone.

  "Put the gun down dipshit. Dylan. Put the fucking gun down."

  "Vin, what are you doing?"

  "Making a withdrawal. Now shut the fuck up and get those hands where I can see them."

  "You're seriously stealing from Gino Moretti?"

  Vinny snorts. "Man, fuck Gino."

  There's silence, and I can hear the sound of a van door sliding open.

  "Money's in the crate back there, boys," Vinny says. There’s some muffled acknowledgments, and then the van door sliding shut again.

  "What about Nico," Dylan growls. "I thought you guys were close."

  Vinny laughs again."Oh, we are. Which is why we're striking out on our own with this cash. Gino's time is up, Dylan. We’re gonna pay off some of the guys to swing their loyalties our way, take Gino out, and then Nico's gonna be in charge, with me as his second in command."

  Dylan swears. "Jesus, Vinny."

  "I'm gonna say it one more time, asshole," Vinny hisses. "Get your hand away from that gun."

  "You know Gino will kill us both if this money disappears.

  "He won't have a chance, trust me. Now, Dylan, are you in or— fuck!"

  There's the sound of the door slamming open and then Vinny screaming at Dylan, who it sounds like is running from the van.

  "You stupid fuck!” he bellows, the phone in his pocket that's pocket-dialed me still recording. "Get the fuck back here!"

  There's the sounds of shots being fired, and Vinny swearing fiercely before firing back — the sound much louder with the phone this close to him. More shots ring out, then the sound of glass shattering, and then I gasp when I hear Vinny cry out and then go silent.

  The silence extends a full minute, and I almost close out of the message, when I hear more voices.

  "Fuck, is he dead?"

  "Yeah, grab the rest of the cash and let's get the fuck out of here."

  "What about that other guy?"

  "Fuck him. I'll call Nico. He'll know who it is, and he can take care of it from his side of things. Hell, in a couple days when he offs his fuck-head uncle, he can take care of all sorts of things."

  The message ends, and suddenly I'm alone in the echoing silence of Nico's office — my heart hammering, my mouth dry, and the phone that could change everything firmly gripped in my hand.

  Holy shit.

  17

  Rose

  My heart pounds as I step out of the Nico's office. I can fee
l it roaring in my ears, right alongside the fear. But I push those aside, because I know what I have to do. I know what I have to do to save myself from this, but more importantly, I know what I have to do that will save Dylan.

  One of Nico's guys is posted outside his office, and he scowls and goes to stop me as I step out, but I just keep walking.

  "Nico asked me to see him right after," I say plainly, smiling benignly as I waltz past him. My phone rests in the palm of my hand, turned inward and hidden from view.

  "Look, babe—"

  "Nico wanted to see me, okay?"

  I just keep walking.

  Don't run. Just keep breathing.

  The guard doesn't follow or try and stop me again, so I keep going, walking across the open floor of the studio. Nico's by the cameras and the set where we were going to shoot the scene, talking to his uncle. But when he sees me, he frowns and turns, his eyes narrowing at me.

  "I told you to stay put," he growls.

  "No you didn't," I say flatly. "You just said I had five minutes, and it's been five minutes."

  Nico glares at me, but I stare right back, unblinking.

  I'm not afraid anymore.

  Well, no, that's not true. But I'm not going to be controlled by fear anymore. Not after what I've been through, and not after I've met the man who makes my heart sing the way it does.

  Nico stares me down before he finally looks away and shrugs. "Whatever. Go back to the office until I come get—"

  "Gino?"

  Nico's jaw drops as I interrupt him and turn to his uncle, smiling sweetly.

  "Great studio, isn't it?"

  Gino's brow furrows, looking at me curiously. "What? Yeah, sure, kid."

  "Get back in the office!" Nico spits at me.

  "Oh, Gino?"

  I smile sweetly again at the older man, ignoring Nico.

  "Want to hear something?"

  My thumb taps down, and since the phone is already set to speaker mode, the audio of the pocket-dial voicemail starts to play loud and freaking clear. At first, Nico stares at me with total confusion, but slowly, as more of Vinny's little tell-all starts to come out, his eyes go wide.