Razing Grace: Razing Grace Part 1

  A chair scrapes against the floor and I smile while I’m pouring. Spinning around with my coffee mug to my lips, Cassia steps up to me, her silk robe hanging down her lean body and her dark hair pulled into a tidy bun on the top of her head. “Listen, bitch. I don’t know who you are or why Raze has a fascination with you, but let me clue you in on who calls the shots around here,” she says, stepping closer to me until I can feel her breath simmer over my cheek.

  I raise my eyebrows, blow on my coffee until the steams hits the tip of my nose, and tilt my head. “And who’s that?” I ask, unaffected, borderline bored.

  “I’m the boss bitch around here. What I say goes. I’m the one Raze comes to every night and I’m his favorite and always will be his favorite lay. This is my house, so you will abide by my rules.”

  I exhale and set the mug down onto the kitchen counter. Raising my head up to her, I notice a little flashing light in the corner of the room, recognizing the camera. I smirk devilishly into the lens before bringing my eyes back to Cassia. “Listen, I couldn’t really give a crap about who you are or how you keep Raze comfortable at night. I’m not here by choice,” I tilt my head slightly, my grin deepening. “He wants me here.”

  She steps up to me, her chest pushing me back until my butt hits the kitchen island.

  “You—”

  “Cassia!” Raze snaps from the entryway to the kitchen.

  I smile up at her, my gaze shifting between each of her eyes. I couldn’t stop the smugness that displayed over my face. I didn’t care. She was like those girls in prison who usually always needed to get smacked down a few notches.

  Cassia pulls herself away from me and turns to face Raze. “Hey, baby, you finished working out?”

  I roll my eyes and look towards him. Crap. He’s wearing loose grey sweat pant shorts and only loose grey sweat pant shorts. His tight, defined, tattoo-covered masterpiece of a body glistens with sweat and his hair ruffles out from the sides of his flat baseball cap that has NY imprinted on the front. His eyes watch mine carefully as I greedily run my eyes over his body, breathing in every single muscle that twitches as I look over it. When I reach the obvious bulge that presses against the material of his shorts, I smile and lick my lips.

  “You done assaulting me with your eyes, pet?”

  I chuckle, looking back into his eyes which are now hardened with lust. Not hooded, not lazy—hardened. That would scare any other girl, any smart girl, but right now, lately, I’m not very smart because those eyes of his eat up my entire existence and make me want to let him do very bad things to me.

  Cassia whips her head around to face me. I shrug, emptying the rest of my coffee down the sink before stepping around the angry black widow. “Maybe. I’ll let you figure that out.” I begin to walk toward Raze when my eyes fall on Ella. We haven’t spoken the whole time I’ve been here, but I kinda get the hint that she’s not quite like Cassia. Her head hangs between her shoulders and her eyes stay glued to the floor. “Ella, right?” I ask her.

  Her head snaps up at my question. “Yeah?”

  “Do you do everything ‘boss bitch’ says?” I ask with a smile.

  I see Raze tense at the entryway, stepping toward me. I don’t know why he does it, maybe because black widow behind me was obviously pissed off that I was ruffling her feathers.

  Ella stands from her seat. “I, um…” She looks towards Raze. “Yeah,” she finally answers.

  I pull my bottom lip into my mouth, knowing full well what I will need to do if I want Cassia to leave me alone. I can’t cower; girls like her relish on that. They eat girls up, girls like the old me, or Ella. But I’m not the old me anymore. Pain and suffering changes people. It toughens their exterior. People like me are dangerous people to have as enemies because we’ve been through hell. We’ve been through what would kill most people, and have survived.

  I turn around to face Cassia again, feeling Raze’s presence behind me. “I won’t do what you want, Cassia. I don’t know you, you don’t know me, and quite frankly…” I laugh as I see Miles step into the kitchen. Oh, the gang’s all here. “I couldn’t give a flying horse’s dick who you think you are around here.” I step towards her, her eyes flashing with pure hatred and her cheeks flaming bright red. I scan her silently before I giggle. “You think I’m scared of some little girl who thinks being the best lay is the greatest weapon to have? No. You don’t scare me, Cassia. You scare me about as much as a Chihuahua yapping at my feet.” I pause, a smirk spreading across my face. “All bark, no bite.” I rest my shoulders and shrug. “Don’t cross me, don’t talk to me, and stay out of my way, and then we won’t have a problem. Capiche?” The sound of someone holding in their laugh comes from Miles’ direction and I raise my eyebrows. “Are we clear?” I repeat, waiting on her response.

  She looks at me before glancing over my shoulder. “Whatever.” Then she storms out and heads up the stairs in a huff.

  “Holy shit.” Ella drops to her chair, her hands covering her face.

  “Are we going to have an issue too?” I ask Ella and she stills.

  “What? Me? No. I’m not—” She pauses, looking at Raze.

  “Good.” I look at Raze myself and see his eyes shining with something. Anger? Confusion? Pride? I don’t know. And I couldn’t care enough to examine it closer. “What?” I snap at him, suddenly angry that he has someone like Cassia here. Anger, that’s a feeling. Progress, maybe? Probably not the best emotion to feel first. But as quickly as it came, it goes away and calm white noise once again holds my mind, body, and soul hostage. The euphoric stillness that washes over me has my head tilt back and a light moan slips from my lips. With my eyes shut, I whisper, “Raze?”

  “Mmm?” His low, sensual voice grumbles from in front of me, summoning my freshly sick and twisted body with a simple growl.

  “Jesus,” Miles whispers out through a tight moan from somewhere in the room.

  I bring my face back down, locking my eyes onto Raze.

  Hooded, needy, hot and heavy. “I want—” I pause as words spin in my head.

  “Huh? And what is it you want, pet?”

  He steps up toward me, his hands finding mine instantly. Tilting his head, I watch as his eyes run freely over my body. Dropping his mouth down to my ear, he skims his lips over the rim of my lobe.

  “You want me to slam you over this table and fuck you until you scream? Hmm? Until you can’t feel the fucking legs you walk on, or until you don’t even know your own fucking name?”

  I swallow, my skin prickling to dangerous levels and a throbbing setting off between my thighs. He steps into me again. I step backward, my butt hitting the kitchen island. His hands grip onto my hip bones as he pulls my pelvis into his and my stomach is flush up against his hard bulge. My breathing turns shallow, my chest heaving heavily. He keeps his eyes on mine and I watch him, studying every fleck of color that is woven into his deep, deathly grey eyes.

  “Is that what you want? And choose your answer wisely because if a yes comes out of those sexy fucking lips, I’ll bury my dick so deep inside you, anyone who touches you after will still feel the imprint of my cock.”

  A smirk slithers over my face. I lean on my tippy-toes, knowing full well what my answer is. I want the last part of anything that reminds me of my old me gone. Running the tip of my nose over his ear, inhaling his scent of musky cologne and sweat mixed with pure male, I whisper, “Yes.” Then I bite down on his earlobe.

  A squeal comes out of me as he throws me over his shoulder and his hand lands on my ass with a loud slap sounding out. I laugh, bringing my head up to see Miles adjusting himself with his lip pulled into his mouth. I smile at him, wiggling my eyebrows. He shakes his head, laughing at my obvious excitement.

  “I wouldn’t get too excited, puddin’!” Miles shouts out as Raze walks me up the stairs. “He’s going to eat her alive,” I hear Ella say.

  Miles’ laughter sounds out in the coming distance. “Hundred on Millie.”

  “Deal.”
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  I scoff as Raze continues to take me to his bedroom. He pushes open his door and puts me back down to my feet. Kicking the door closed behind himself, his body pushes mine until my back collides with the wall.

  “You don’t scare me, executioner.” My eye twitches, my palm tingles and my brain is swimming with adrenaline.

  “Yeah?” he says, wrapping his hands around my upper thighs, and lifting me off the ground. I wrap my legs around his waist, pressing my groin down to what I want most and tilt my head back. “You should be.”

  A dark giggle leaves me as I bring my face back down to his. “What’s the worst that could happen?” I ask him, slowly grinding down over his bulge. “What? That I like it?” I add, my fingers wrapping around the back of his thick neck. “Newsflash, baby,” I smirk, dropping my lips down to his and running my slick tongue across the rim of his bottom lip. “You taught me how to love it.” Then I pull his bottom lip into my mouth and bite down on it roughly. He groans, gripping onto my wrist and slamming me up against the wall harder, the back of my head smashing against the wall.

  His legs part as his nose runs down my temple and onto my jaw. “Mmm, what happened in the dungeon, that’s child’s play compared to what I can make you feel, pet.” His soft lips skim over my sensitive neck as he sucks on it roughly, pulling out with a pop. His arm snakes around my waist, lifting me effortlessly up and carrying me up the stairs that lead to his bedroom.

  Throwing me onto the bed with one arm, he steps back. The sweat which was once glistening off his massive body has long since dried. He grips his hat and slips it on backwards, then crawls up the bed. I lay down on my back, tilting my head to study his face as his body hovers over me.

  Dropping his lips down to mine, and for the first time ever, he kisses me. My mouth opens, allowing his tongue to slither into my mouth and own it. His tongue explores me, possessing every inch before he pulls back and slides down my body, landing to his feet on the floor. Standing by the bed, he grips around the bottom of my shirt and lifts it over my head. I let it happen, slipping my shorts off before he can. Eager, much?

  “You ruined me,” I say to him, my eyes searching his desperately. I smile, running my finger down his taut chest.

  “Finish what you started,” he says. My eyes close softly as I prop onto my knees and grip the waist of his shorts, pulling them down until his cock springs free. I look face-to-face at what has to be the biggest dick in the history of all dicks. Not that I’m an expert, but that’s massive. Fear. A new feeling that sizzles through me briefly before leaving through the bead of sweat which escapes my pores. His head cocks back smugly, his tongue coming out and running across his lips. “You don’t know the first thing about being ruined, pet.”

  “No?” I answer sweetly. “Well, show me, then.”

  He grips around the curve of my waist, lifting me into the air and up so my crotch is to his face. Figuring out what he wants me to do, I wrap my legs around his neck, his hand finding my thin lace G-string as he tears it off like a damn hungry caveman. What’s left of the skimpy material hangs off my thigh, and I rip off his cap, flinging it across the room as my fingers swim through the soft strands of his hair. Walking towards the wall, he slams my back against it just as his hot mouth covers my clit. The throbbing from the back of my head dissipates as his tongue reminds me just how well it knows the female anatomy. His lips press against me as his tongue dives inside and swirls around, hitting a soft spot at my entrance. I look down, my abs tensing with each lick and my chest heaving as sweat trickles down my sternum and down the line that cuts through the middle of my stomach. Warm, pressured strokes of his tongue assault me and goose bumps break out over my skin as he props me up with one hand and bringing his other underneath me, slipping a finger inside me slightly all while his tongue continues to lick, suck, and destroy my clit in pressured, rhythmic movements before slipping in another finger. His tongue begins to match the pace of his fingers while he slowly stretches, strokes, and rubs my G-spot. My core tightens around the internal climb, a climb I know too well. Just as my body and my mind reaches the tip with my body dripping in sweat and my pussy now soaking wet with need, I grind myself into Raze’s face and, with one flick of his tongue, I come undone, my eyes rolling toward the back of my head and my body shaking with its release.

  He pulls back, dropping my body but catching me just before I hit the floor with his strong arms. With my hair all over the place and my feet hardly holding my petite weight, my fingers find his hard cock but his hands fly to mine, halting my action.

  “Get on your knees, pet.”

  My eyes flutter up to his as I slowly drop down to my knees, keeping my eyes locked on his. His shoulders square, his stance changes and shifts to something else entirely.

  “Do you trust me?” he asks, stepping backwards and towards the dresser that sits on the other side of the room. Picking up the remote control, with a push of a button the red colored blinds on the windows drop, dimming the room to have a dark red hue shading around the area. Pulling open the drawer, he pulls out what looks like a piece of material. “Eyes on the floor, pet.”

  My head drops, my eyes searching the floor as though I lost something. Obviously my sanity. Excitement surges through me again. What is he going to do to me? The thudding of his feet sounds out just as his bare feet come into view. Even his feet are hot and I don’t really like feet.

  “Put your hands to your back.”

  I follow his lead, my hands going to my back. Darkness overrides the once red shadows I could see and I feel the tugging of his tightening the blindfold around my eyes. His hands skim down my bare arms slowly, his rough fingertips studying every inch of the skin on my arms and I tilt my head, sinking into his touch.

  “Do. You. Trust. Me?” he asks again with forced pauses.

  His fingertips trickle over my wrists and the sensual yet unusual feeling causes a slight moan to leave me. “Yes.” I don’t know if this is entirely true, but he could ask me anything and right now, in this very moment, I don’t know what I’d answer.

  His hand glides over my bare back, shivers running freely all over my body. Flicking the clip of my bra off with a simple movement, the naked air whips around my sensitive nipples. “You shouldn’t,” he growls over my earlobe before he drags his wet tongue from my collarbone up to my jaw.

  I shiver at the primal aura that’s coming off him and imprinting into my flesh. I want him. I want him inside of me so badly it’s driving me insane. My pussy throbs with need and every single inch of my being wants to be owned by Raze. Just right now, in this room, in this very moment.

  I moan out, my head tilting back, giving him more access to my bare neck. Cold metal clasps around my wrists and I know what that is. With a few clicks, the handcuffs are securely locked around my wrists. I smile, my thighs clenching together to help calm my aching. He bends down to my nipple and licks it before sucking it into his mouth roughly. Warm cushions of wetness slide over my nipples, circling them teasingly.

  “Raze,” I breathe out through my heavy chest. “Raze, I need you inside of me.”

  The feelings that are zapping over my body are incredibly overwhelming. With my vision cut, all I have are his touches and sounds. It’s erotic, to say the least.

  Just as quickly as that amazing feeling is there, it’s gone. He lifts me from under my shoulders, placing me back on the bed. “As you wish.”

  I stretch my legs wide, my back arching off the bed already in search for the one touch it craves with such intensity it could burn the sun. His heavy cock sits at my entrance as his chest drops down to mine, his muscles rubbing against my aching nipples. Bending his head, his tongue finds my sternum and he slowly licks up the middle, and eventually landing between my breasts as his thick length presses into my entrance. The pressure that his soft, thick cockhead is putting on me down there is interesting, skin to skin. He slowly slips between my folds, and then with a pop, he slams into me and a primal scream escapes my mouth. He groans
appreciatively, his lips finding mine and I take them, licking, and sucking on his tongue as he raises himself up and then slams back into me again. The sting is almost unbearable, but the pain reminds me I’m still alive. The metal handcuffs dig into my tailbone as he pounds into me in slow, deep, and penetrating thrusts.

  “Pet, I don’t want you going anywhere near Miles, understand?”

  Why is he asking me this right now?

  “Yes.” His fingers slide to my nipple as he tweaks it in between his fingers roughly.

  I moan at the sting of pain and his thrusting pauses for a second. My head shifts, and though I can’t see him, I’m taking it the dark depths of his grey eyes are drowning in sex and licking through heat. “What?”

  “You liked that?” He tears off my blindfold.

  “Liked what? Why’d you stop?”

  He pulls out slowly, his eyes locked on mine. He smirks, a dimple on his left cheek popping out and making his masculine features that are sitting on the most chiseled jaw you could think of turn into a panty-dropping grin.

  “You liked the pain.” He was more confirming it, not asking me.

  “And if I did?” I question him, leaning up and catching his bottom lip in between my teeth.

  He pushes himself inside of me again and I drop down to my back, a moan slipping out of my mouth and my eyes rolling back. Riding my body into the next century, he groans into my neck, “Then I might have the need to keep you.”

  He raises his head back up and drops his mouth to mine. I take it, slipping my tongue deep into his mouth and exploring every little bit he will allow. He thrusts deep inside of me until I’m climbing my mountain again, just when I’m about to reach it, he pulls out, flips me over onto my belly, and slaps my ass hard before diving back inside of me from behind. With my ass up, my chest laying across the bed and the handcuffs keeping my hands behind my back, I push against his dick, grinding on him until I can feel wetness trickle down my inner thighs. Not thinking too much into it and relishing in how good he’s making me feel, I continue as his pounding intensifies. His balls slap up against my clit each time he dives in and his fingers come down to my clit as he rubs it furiously. I lose it, letting go of all the tension, the need, as my world comes apart around Raze’s dick.