Serve Me

“You’ve gotta come for me, princess,” he said and I saw the desperation in his eyes. He was struggling to not come too. I couldn’t believe he was feeling as good as I was. I had very little experience in bed, I could see that he was good at this. He knew exactly how a woman’s body worked. How had I brought him to the edge so quickly?

Commando rubbed my clit harder, more vigorously as he plowed me with his cock. I moaned, feeling my body rising with his. My breasts bounced as he rode me, wildly, like a machine. He just wanted me to come and I obliged. Exploding against him and crying out with pleasure. My hands gripped my breasts and I could feel my throat going raw with my screams.

Commando collapsed on me, just as he came, and I felt his heat fill me. He was groaning and grunting, and his voice was muffled by the sheets which his face was buried into. I could feel him emptying himself inside me. He groaned and jerked as he emptied the last drop of his seed, and then slowly, slid out of me and rolled on to his back beside me.

“Fuck,” he said, breathing hard, with his eyes closed. I couldn’t stop myself from smiling, I couldn’t believe how amazing and freeing this felt. “Your pussy crushed me,” he said and then turned to me. He looked like he was genuinely in shock, like he had expected to last longer.

Then he reached for my arm, his gaze falling on my bruise again and I knew immediately what he was thinking.

Chapter 13

Commando

The ringing of the phone was sharp in my ear and my eyes flew open. I could feel the warmth of Ava beside me, nestled in the crook of my arm. I reached for my phone in the dark and I sensed her moving, but she was still sleeping.

It was Girth.

“They hit the pawn shop again,” I heard him say, he was breathing hard. I sat up

in bed, my legs already swinging off the edge.

“Were you alone?”

“I shot a guy.”

“Is he still with you?

“Yeah.”

“I’ll be there in a few minutes. Call King and ask him to meet us there,” I said and hung up the phone. In the dark, I started dressing myself, while Ava remained peacefully sleeping. I could smell her scent on my skin, the softness of her breathing as she slept was loud in my ears. For the first time, I didn’t want to leave a woman sleeping on my bed. For the first time, I wanted to stay and yet, I had to go.

I gave her one last look before I left the room. She hadn’t moved, just curled up in a fetal position amidst the sheets. Her bare body glistened like silver in the pale moonlight filtering in through the curtains.

I left my apartment and jumped on my bike. At least I knew Ava would be relatively safe there in my apartment. Safer there than anywhere else. I could still feel the throbbing rage in my temples every time I thought about that bruise on her arm.

An ex boyfriend.

A fucking ex boyfriend!

I could kill him if she let me.

I rode fast, noisily towards Hill’s pawn shop and found that King was just pulling in as well.

The Black Skulls guy was sitting on the pavement, clutching the gunshot wound to his leg. Girth was standing over him, his gun pointed to the guy’s head. I clenched and unclenched my fists as I strode towards them. King was quick on my heels, but all I wanted to do was beat the shit out of someone. I needed to feel some guy’s jaw on my knuckles. I didn’t know what this ex boyfriend looked like, but I could picture him well now. This Black Skulls guy would have to do for the night.

He didn’t see it coming. He wasn’t expecting it. I knocked his jaw and a spurt of blood splashed out of his mouth and he fell backwards.

“Holy shit!” Girth stepped back, a smile spreading on his face. I stood over the guy’s body and his groans only made my blood curdle more. I saw Ava’s long limbs entwined in mine, the curves of her bare hips, her legs stretching invitingly, her red hair flying as she bounced underneath me. Some fucking asshole had touched her and left a bruise.

I punched the guy in the face again and he groaned even louder.

“Commando!” King’s voice snapped me out of my blind fury. “We need him conscious so we can question him,” he said, in a softer voice. He had seen the madness in my eyes. He knew if he let me, I would kill this guy. I clenched my jaw, my shoulders heaving with rage and I stepped away. I felt something like a crack in my knuckles and when I looked down I saw them bruised and bloodied. Finally, I could feel something.

“Where are the fight clubs?” Girth kicked the guy’s feet. He groaned, and still clutching his wound, he tried to haul himself up. There was blood coursing down the front of his face and I glared at him, with narrowed eyes and flared nostrils. I could go again. I could go all night, till he was senseless.

“Over by Bukawski, the abandoned warehouse,” the guy said, blood sputtering from his mouth as he tried to speak.

“Are they running guns?” King asked. I couldn’t think. I couldn’t grab this opportune moment to question this weasel.