Death & Redemption: Deceiving Her: Book Three, page 3
“Fuck,” I cursed. I don’t know if I made it better or worse. I lifted the bottle to my lips and took a drink, wincing as the whiskey burned a path to my stomach. At least Layla stopped drinking for now. That had to count as a mark in the win column.
Chapter six
Layla
Leaving the interrogation room, I returned to my office, determined to get some work done. Tyler had a point, right or wrong; I made the decision to kill Sean, and what’s done is done. I had to stand by my choice now and push forward. I tossed my cell phone on my desk and sat. Almost as soon as my ass hit the chair, I was standing again.
I needed to get the fuck out of the house. I grabbed my handgun, tucked it into the back of my pants, and left the office. I whistled for Dash and Dire on my way to the garage. They came running from the kitchen and hopped along beside me excitedly. “Wanna go for a ride?” I asked them.
Spotting Zach’s car near the garage entrance, I opened the back door, and they jumped inside. I got in the driver’s seat and flipped the visor down. The keys fell into my lap, and I cranked the engine over. The roar of the engine broke the quiet of the afternoon. I hit the gas and flew out of the garage without looking in the rearview mirror to see if someone would stop me. I took the small winding drive to the front gate and honked the horn to get Joe’s attention. I saw his head pop out of the guard house before disappearing. Seconds later, the gate started to swing open.
I pumped the brakes just enough to give the gate time to open before I sped through it. I knew the guys were probably going to be pissed at me when I got back, but I didn’t have the energy to care at the moment. Their reasons were likely valid. It was dangerous to go out alone right now. Hell, I’d be pissed at me too.
Zipping through traffic, I headed toward the beach. I needed a quiet place to think and hoped this spot was still a hidden gem. I took the hidden drive off the main road faster than I should have and fishtailed as my tires hit the dirt. I took my foot off the gas and regained control of the car as I continued toward the beach.
“Sorry, boys,” I said as they slid around the backseat.
This used to be private property, but the owner left it to the city when he died. The house eventually got washed out after bad storms battered the coast. Now, it was an empty private beach, or at least I hoped it was. When I cleared the trees, they opened up to the ocean. I parked as close as possible while staying on what was left of the driveway and climbed out of the car with Dash & Dire jumping out right behind me.
I kicked off my shoes and tossed them back in the car, and then, together, we trekked through the dunes below where the house once stood to the sandy beach. Once we cleared the dunes, Dash and Dire sprinted ahead of me to race in the surf. I finally stopped walking when the waves nipped at my toes. The fact that this place remained undeveloped didn’t make sense, but I wouldn’t complain. If I didn’t look to my left, where I could see the boardwalk in the distance, I could pretend I was in exile on a deserted island.
Exile was probably better than I deserved. It certainly wasn’t a courtesy I had given Sean. I hadn’t even considered sending him away. Why hadn’t I considered sending him away? Have I become so cold that death is my only response? I fell to my knees, sinking into the wet sand as the waves washed over me.
How the fuck did I get here? I should have listened to Sean and walked away. I’ve put so many people in danger, and for what? What good is an empire if you lose everyone you love to get it?
What if it had been one of the others? Would I have been so quick to act then?
Oh, God!
Would I have killed one of them, too?
A sob tore from my chest, and I felt Dash and Dire’s tongues on my face as they tried to comfort me. I thought I was better than Anton because I had morals, but maybe that wasn’t as true as I thought.
Maybe what the city really needs is to be rid of both of us.
Permanently.
Chapter seven
Zach
Iwatched from my motorcycle as Layla dropped to her knees. My heart was fucking breaking for my girl, and I didn’t know how to make it better. That wasn’t true. I knew how to make it better, but I also knew that telling her Sean was alive right now wouldn’t change anything. She would still feel like she needed to deal with him, and we’d be back to where we were yesterday.
Layla had been so focused on escaping the house that she hadn’t even noticed I was in the garage. I had sent Colt a quick text and jumped on my bike to follow her immediately. I don’t think she saw me following her, and once I figured out where she was going, I hung back to give her some space. I’d cut the engine at the tree line and walked the bike the rest of the way to the dunes.
The wind carried Layla’s sobs to me, and I gripped my handlebars until my knuckles turned white to keep myself from rushing to her side. She needed this time to herself to mourn Sean without worrying that someone who shouldn’t would see her falling apart.
My cell phone rang, and I huffed in annoyance when I saw it was Colt.
“I told you I have her,” I said instead of a hello.
“She fucking left the house without any security, didn’t bother to let us know she was leaving, and didn’t take her fucking phone,” Colton growled. “I’m going to turn her ass red, bring her home, now.”
“She’s the boss, Colt. She can do what she wants. She needs space to think so I’m giving it to her. I won’t let anything happen to her, so relax,” I replied.
“Where are you? I’ll drag her back myself. She shouldn’t even be driving. She hasn’t eaten anything, and you saw how much whiskey she drank.”
Yeah, I also saw how erratic her driving had been, but I wasn’t about to tell him that. “I’ll call you if she can’t drive home.”
“Zach!” Colton barked.
“Stop fucking hovering!” I snapped back. I glanced at Layla to see if she heard me, but she was still crying in the ocean. I lowered my voice to make sure she couldn’t overhear me. “There were two ways to play that yesterday. Fake Sean’s death or tell her it was a mistake. You made your choice, so now we have to deal with the consequences.” I hung up on him and gave myself a few minutes to calm down before going to Layla. While I’m glad Colton spared Sean’s life, we were still in this mess because of him.
I went to the beach and bent to pet Dash and Dire when they ran to greet me. As soon as I stopped petting them, they were back at Layla’s side, ever the loyal beasts.
“I wondered when you would come down,” Layla said with a numbness in her voice that sent a chill through me.
“See, you aren’t as drunk as Colt thinks you are,” I said, trying to lighten the mood a little.
“Is he mad?”
“Yeah,” I replied honestly, “but he’ll get over it.”
“Are you mad?”
“I’m not thrilled about you taking off without a word, but I was behind you the entire time, so not nearly as pissed as the others,” I replied, looking out at the horizon. “I don’t think I need to tell you how dangerous it is to be out here without protection.”
“I brought the wolves. They won’t let anyone hurt me,” Layla replied.
“True, but what if someone shot them before showing themselves?”
In a flash, Layla whipped the gun hidden at her back out and pointed it at me. She slowly turned her head to look at me. “I’m a big girl. I can protect myself just fine.” I felt my dick twitch at the loaded gun pointed at me and mentally kicked myself. Now was not the fucking time to explore my crazy kinks.
Layla’s eyes widened as she looked between the gun and me, and then suddenly, the gun fell to the sand as my girl crumbled before my eyes. I tossed the weapon further up the beach and dropped beside her in the surf.
“Hey, hey, hey, it’s ok, Layla. I’ve got you. I will always fucking have you. Tell me what you need, baby. How can I help? I’ll do anything, just say the word, and it’s yours.”
“Make it stop hurting,” Layla sobbed. “Make me feel something else, even if it’s only for a little while. I can’t stand the pain. I feel like I’m constantly shattering inside.”
I shifted in the sand to kneel in front of her. I cupped her face and brushed the tears away with my thumbs as I stared into her broken brown eyes. “I can do that,” I promised before crashing my lips to hers.
If she wanted to forget for a while, I’d make sure she couldn’t form a coherent sentence by the time I was done with her.
Chapter eight
Layla
Zach’s lips slammed into mine, and his hand shifted to squeeze my jaw open to give him access to my mouth. Flames of desire licked through my veins. Yes! This was what I needed. Zach knew I didn’t want soft and sweet. I needed to be fucked raw. I needed to feel a different kind of pain. Zach thrust his tongue into my mouth hungrily, leaving no question who was in charge. I happily relaxed in his arms, giving him complete control over my body. For now, I wasn’t Layla Romano, Crime Boss; I was Layla Romano, willing fuck toy.
Breaking the kiss, Zach trailed his mouth down to my neck. He stopped over my hammering pulse and bit down— hard! I yelped and then moaned as Zach sucked at the spot to soothe it. I wouldn’t be surprised if he broke the skin, and I definitely wouldn’t put it past him to suck my blood if given the opportunity. Right now, that was the exact level of crazy I needed.
“More,” I urged.
Zach’s only response was a low growl as he yanked my shirt down so that my right bra-covered breast popped out of the already plunging neckline of my shirt. He bit down again, and this time, I was ready for it and only moaned.
“More,” I demanded, the pain flowing like a drug through my veins and chasing away the hurt and devastation I felt. I knew it wasn’t a permanent fix, but that didn’t matter right now. The world suddenly flipped upside down as Zach tossed me over his shoulder and walked away from the water.
“What was wrong with where we were?” I complained.
SMACK
I actually fucking screamed out loud from the force of his spanking. My ass cheek burned and fueled the flames of desire. I was pretty sure I now had a hand-shaped welt on my ass.
“You aren’t in charge right now, Layla,” Zach said calmly. “You will do what I fucking tell you, when I tell you, where I tell you to do it. If you aren’t the good little girl I know you can be, I will spend the rest of the afternoon keeping you teetering on the edge. You won’t come until the sun sets.”
“Yes, Sir!” I said, saluting behind his back.
I earned another brutal hit to my other cheek. “I dare you to test me, Layla. You wanted this, and I aim to please, but I’ll do it my way.”
Zach proved his agility by picking his way back up the dunes without slipping or losing his footing. When we reached the car, he dropped me on the hood and ripped his belt from the loops of his jeans. The metal was almost uncomfortably hot, but I embraced it. “Fold your arms behind your back,” he ordered.
I quickly rolled to my stomach and did what he instructed. He adjusted my arms the way he wanted and then bound my forearms together with the belt. When he finished, Zach flipped me onto my back again and pushed my shirt over my head. It covered my eyes but, thanks to the low neckline, left my mouth exposed. I felt him push my bra up, and seconds later, I moaned as his lips closed around a nipple.
He spent enough time to tease the taut peak before his mouth moved to my side, where I received another bite. God, I hope his mark covers my body when this is over. Zach bit my stomach next, right beside my belly button, causing me to arch my back.
“Don’t stop,” I begged. Each bite was like a quick fix to my guilt.
“When we’re done, I’m going to pick my favorite to get tattooed on you permanently,” Zach replied as he unbuttoned my ocean-soaked pants and peeled them and my underwear off my body. I would have a hell of a time getting back into them later. I loved his tattoo idea. I wanted all of my men’s marks permanently branded on my body. Sean’s face flashed in my mind, and I whimpered.
“More biting, less talking,” I demanded as I shoved Sean from my head.
SMACK
I yelped. The fucker slapped my fucking pussy!
“I told you, Layla. You aren’t in charge.” Zach chuckled as he spread my legs wider and bit down on my inner thigh. He turned his head and left another mark on my other thigh. I felt him lightly trail the tip of his finger along my slit. “You’re fucking dripping for me, Baby.” His hot breath blew across the top of my pussy where my clit was seconds before he bit me again, squeezing my clit between my flesh.
“Fuck!” I shouted as I came, my body shaking from the sudden orgasm.
“Oh, Layla,” Zach tsked. “Did I give you permission to come?”
Zach dragged me off the hood of the car, turned me around, and bent me over. He pressed me down so that my breasts were against the hot metal.
SMACK. SMACK. SMACK. SMACK.
I cried out as Zach rained blow after blow down on my ass in punishment. My tears soaked into my shirt, but when he paused, I couldn’t stop myself from shaking my ass at him teasingly.
“You’re really in your self-destructive era today, aren’t you?” Zach growled as he kicked my legs further apart. His jeans brushed against my legs as he moved into position. Feeling him line himself up with my entrance was the only warning I got before he slammed into me to the hilt. The force of his thrust rocked me onto my tiptoes. Zach’s fingers dug into my hips as he forced me back down. “Keep your fucking feet flat, Layla. And I swear to God, if you come again without permission, I will wreck you.”
Zach’s pace was punishing as he fucked me hard, nearly ripping me open. In summary, it was perfect. He used my bound arms as leverage to hold me in place, not that I was going anywhere pressed against the hood of the car. His dick was hitting just right, and I knew if he kept battering my pussy like this, I was going to earn myself another punishment. When he suddenly stopped, buried deep inside of me, I whimpered. I wasn’t sure if I was relieved or disappointed.
“I feel your sweet pussy starting to flutter around my cock, Layla,” Zach said. “Don’t you dare fucking come.” He kept me pinned to the car with his cock as he fiddled with something behind my back. “You know, I’m happy Tyler ordered lube packets and insisted we start carrying them with us. It will make this next part much easier for both of us.”
I felt the warm lube drip onto my asshole and shifted my weight at the sensation, making me moan as Zach’s dick shifted inside me as well. Zach’s thumb rubbed against my hole before pressing in. He worked the lube into my tunnel, gently stretching me, which starkly contrasted his treatment until this point. I wanted to protest, to tell him to make it hurt, but I knew I’d get my pain with my pleasure soon enough. Zach may be willing to rough me up a bit, but he would never do something that might seriously hurt me, and not properly preparing my ass for his cock could cause severe damage. The last thing any of us needed was an embarrassing trip to the emergency room.
When he could pump two fingers easily, he resumed his hard fucking of my pussy. The addition of his fingers did not make holding back my orgasm easier.
“Zach,” I groaned after a short while.
“Fucking hold it, Layla!” Zach snapped, increasing his speed.
I bit down on the inside of my mouth until I tasted blood as I tried to obey him.
“Please!” I sobbed. My body was shaking from how tense I was trying to hold back my orgasm.
Zach slammed into me one last time. “Come on my cock, Layla!” he ordered.
I let myself go and screamed as I came undone around him. If anyone was nearby, it probably sounded like I was being murdered. In a way, I think I was. My pussy was slain by the cock monster. R.I.P.
“Good girl,” Zach purred, rubbing my lower back in slow circles. “Such a good fucking girl for me.”
My body relaxed under his touch as I came back down, but as my sanity returned to me, I realized something. Zach’s rock-hard cock was still buried inside me. He hadn’t come with me. This wasn’t over, and I wasn’t sure my body had anything left to give, but I knew I wouldn’t have a choice.
Zach leaned over me until his mouth was by my ear. “Now it’s my turn,” he said darkly. He pulled his cock from my pussy and I felt my pussy flood like a busted dam, my cum running down my thighs like a raging river. His fingers left my ass but were quickly replaced by the head of his cock slowly pushing into my ass.
“Push out, Layla,” Zach ordered. My brain was still feeling a little floaty, and when I didn’t react immediately, he slapped my ass. “I fucking said to push!” I moaned and did what he asked. “Good girl,” he praised as he slid into me easier. “This will be fast, so hold on, Baby.”
As if up to now he’s been going slow? If I could form words, I would have asked how I was supposed to hold onto anything with my arms bound. It was probably a good thing that I couldn’t speak. That would have earned me another punishment, and as fun as this has been, I’m ready for a nap.
His hips bounced off my ass cheeks as Zach fucked my ass with everything he had. One hand held my arms again as his other wrapped around me, and his hand snaked between my legs to find my clit. “You’re going to come one more time for me, Layla,” he grunted.
“No more,” I moaned. I was really good for now after the mind-melting orgasm I had mere minutes ago.
“I wasn’t asking,” Zach growled. His hand shifted to my hair, yanking me off the car so that my back bowed. My shoulders rested against his chest as his hand slid to my neck and squeezed. “I said come!” To punctuate his order, Zach pinched my clit as he sank his teeth into my shoulder one final time.
