Endurance (Heart of Stone) (8 page)

“Yes, always,” I murmured but he looked up at me, his
eyes hooded and heavy. “Sir!” I rectified with a snap and a rotation of my hips
to remind him of his current mission.

His reward was several quick flicks over the tip of my
nub, pushing my despair higher as each of my muscles tensed and my nerves
sizzled electrically. “Fuck, Mason!” I was losing it rapidly; the need was so
great my whole body felt charged and way too sensitive.

“Don’t you dare come,” He scolded as he slipped a finger
inside me and pressed it against the soft spot inside me, causing me to buck
and jerk. I cried out as my ribs declared their outrage at the sudden movement
but as Mason sensed my agony he sympathized and sank his teeth into my thigh as
he rubbed his finger over my G-spot.

“Ahh, shit!” Greg groaned with arousal as my broken body
left the mattress with the power of my orgasm and I flooded Mason’s face with
cum.

I was still vibrating as I felt Mason hitch me further to
the edge and slide his throbbing cock into me with ease. “Fuck, baby, you’re on
fire.”

I opened my eyes to study him; his jaw was clenched so
tightly I could hear his teeth cracking with each of his hard thrusts into me.
His eyes were fixed on mine, the deep darkness in them reigniting my lust and
pushing any pain from my ribs to the back of my mind.

Courtney was on her knees behind Mason, swallowing Greg’s
cock eagerly as he kept his gaze on the thrusting of Mason’s arse. I lifted a
brow at him but he grinned and shook his head, “I’m happy just watching him
fuck you, I have no intentions of ever going there.”

Mason halted his rhythm and turned to look at Greg, “You
sure? I’m open to invitations.”

Greg just laughed and shook his head, “Yep, I’m sure.” He
winked then gestured with an open hand, “Carry on, I was enjoying watching.”

Courtney shuffled around so she could also watch and I
shivered as all three turned to look at me. “Better do as he says, baby.” Mason
smirked as he pulled back and dug his fingers into my hips. I stiffened my body
in preparation for the oncoming assault, “You up to this?” He asked when he
felt me harden.

“For Christ’s sake, yes. Just fuck me, damn it!”

He tilted his head and quirked his brow. I huffed and
rolled my eyes at him, “Sir,” I glowered at him. “Fuck me -
Sir!”

So he did; ruthlessly, mercilessly and very fucking meticulously.
I was sweating, screaming and cursing as he pushed into me harder and harder,
his hips slamming relentlessly against me, his balls slapping noisily every
time they hit my arse and his fingers digging in to bruising point.

“You want it, Ava?”

“Yes!” I screamed at him as my orgasm hovered on the
verge of oblivion, refusing to fly until he gave my body the stimulant it
needed.

“Then fucking ask!” he growled at me as he rammed into me
so deeply I yelped at the intrusion, “Fucking - Ask!”

Greg moaned loudly as Courtney manoeuvred herself over
him and slid down his prominent cock, my eyes watching as each inch of him
disappeared inside her dripping pussy. She didn’t waste time, her body lifting
and lowering on him immediately.

Mason grasped my chin and turned me back to him, “You
don’t watch until you tell me what you need.”

Although a part of me hated this, asking for the one
thing that would drive me over even though he knew exactly what it was, I also
relished in the blaze that fired his eyes every time I muttered the words.

I clamped my ankles together behind his hips and lifted,
grinding my hips deliciously against his pelvis, jolting a shot of pleasure
through my inflamed clit. His teeth ravaged his bottom lip as he struggled to
hold back, the sounds of Greg and Courtney’s erotic fucking making our control
even harder. “Make me.”

He scoffed with stubborn delight as his eyes flashed
wildly, “If you insist, baby.”

I gasped as he pulled out briskly, grabbed my hips and
flipped me over, his movements quite gentle as he strived not to hurt me. One
of his large hands pressed on my lower back as his other spanned the nape of my
neck and pushed the side of my face against the mattress.

His knee slid between my legs as he nudged them apart
widely, opening me up to him without shame. “You asked for it, Ava.”

I yelped as he plunged inside me, the full length of him
forcing me further into the softness of the bed. “Fuck!” I rasped as he started
his frantic fucking. As his thrusts intensified he rose up until he was
straddled over my back, each knee beside my thighs as he fucked me severely
across the bed.

I couldn’t take any more, I was sure I was going to pass
out with the frazzled edge of my climax balancing on the verge of pain and
ecstasy. “Mason!”

“Do it, Ava.” He shouted as his hand ripped at my hair
and yanked my head back. “Ask me!”

“Fuck it… Bite me, fucking bite me.”

Lights exploded as my body snapped the binding holding it
hostage. Mason roared into my neck as his teeth punctured my skin and his cum
flooded my pussy, the warmth of it hitting each nerve inside me and prolonging
my climax. I heard Courtney and Greg’s choked screams as they joined Mason and
me into the pit of nirvana. Mason was still bucking and jerking above me, his
body bridged over mine so not to put pressure on my ribs but I was sure I had
ruptured another with the power I had just come with.

“Jesus – fucking – Christ” he breathed in my ear as he
rolled off me and flopped to my side.

I shifted until I was facing him and grinned, “See, I
told you it was a good idea to bring me home.”

He smirked but nodded as he cupped my cheek, “Happy
Anniversary, baby.”

“Mmmm, and you.”

“It’s mine and Greg’s next month. Same again?” Courtney
shouted from somewhere on the floor.

“Dear God, I love you.” I laughed as her knickers sailed
over the bed and hit me full force in the face.

“I know” She sighed happily, “But not as much as you love
the smell of my knickers, you dirty tart.”

I stood watching the two women face each other
wordlessly. Their eyes were fixed and reflective on each other but neither one
spoke.

It honestly confused me. Ava just stood passive and
broody as she regarded her antagonist, a woman who had not forty eight hours
ago kicked the shit out of her and set a psychotic bastard on her.

I folded my arms across my chest as I waited impatiently.
Sam squinted at me across the room but I shrugged, “Fucked if I know” I mouthed
to him.

Eventually Vickie sighed and rolled her eyes. “Well come
on, at least fucking smack me and put us both out of our misery.”

Ava scoffed, “I doubt a smack could ever put you out of
your incessant misery.”

Greg grinned and readied himself for the bitch fight
coming but Ava sighed heavily and pursed her lips thoughtfully. “You actually
surprised me, Vic. There you were, ready to kill me yet here I am, struggling
with what to do with you.”

Vickie frowned, her eyes flicking with trepidation,
“What?”

“Well you see I have a little problem.” Ava started then
sat on the chair facing Vickie, who was currently strapped to another one.

“And what might that be, dear.”

Ava smirked and shook her head at Vickie’s antagonism.
“Etta. Even if you don’t give a shit about your daughter, doesn’t mean the rest
of us don’t.”

Vickie actually looked stunned and confused, “What the
hell are you on about?”

Ava looked shocked at Vickie’s lack of principles, I
wasn’t.

“Etta… your daughter.”

“Yes,” Vickie snorted. “I know who she is.”

“Jesus Christ, Vickie. If I finish you, I leave that poor
girl with no family.” She leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees as
she glared at Vickie, “Then that makes me as fucking evil as you.”

Vickie actually stuttered but covered it quickly with a
lift of her perfectly groomed eyebrow, “Awww, such a dilemma.”

I watched the blood spray from Vickie’s mouth as Ava’s
fist connected with her mouth, her lip splitting wide open under the pressure
as her teeth knocked against each other. “Do you ever think about anyone else
other than your own miserable self?”

Vickie hissed at the pain but stared straight at Ava in
defiance, “Etta will be fine. She’s ready to handle things. She’s even fucked off
that pussy whipped son of yours. Etta needs no one, I made sure of that.”

I watched as Ava’s face contorted with the knowledge of
George’s doomed relationship. “She’s pregnant Vickie, with yours and my grandchild.
Does that mean nothing?”

“Not really. Before you know that little bairn will be
ruling the slaves with an iron fist, just as his mommy will do and George could
have done.”

“Are you telling me Etta knows about the girls?” I butted
in.

Her eyes whipped to mine and a triumphant smile curved
her mouth, giving her a sinister appearance. “Who do you think entices the
teenagers?”

My legs trembled as my lungs groaned under the shock.
Whilst I was disgusted I was also impressed with Etta’s manipulative skills,
she had brilliantly pulled the wool over my eyes.

Ava’s eyes closed slowly as she shook her head. “Then I’m
glad Etta ended things with George. I want him nowhere near this… this evil.”

She stood back up and walked over to Sam, her hand held
out in front of her to accept the gun. She strolled slowly back over to Vickie,
her fingers sliding up and down the muzzle before she lifted her eyes and
stared straight into Vickie’s soul. “You have three options. You die or you
take Etta and get the fuck out of here.”

“And the third?” Vickie asked as she moistened her dry
lips with her lips.

“You won’t like the third so I won’t offer it.”

“Don’t underestimate me, Ava; I’m as tough as you.”

Ava nodded but then frowned sadly, “I’d say you’re
tougher than me, Vic. You know why?”

“Why?” Vickie asked as she finally gave Ava a dejected
look.

Ava hesitated and regarded the gun with an almost loving
expression. “I have empathy Vickie, you don’t. Nothing can hold you back, not
even family matter to you. The only thing that matters to you, is you. Whereas
me, my family mean more to me than my own life. They are the oxygen that feeds
my blood, the nutrients my body needs to survive and the strength that keeps me
upright daily. It’s the empathy in me that weakens me.”

Vickie nodded humbly but then smiled softly, the expression
looking awkward on her. “But you have something I could never have Ava.”

“What’s that?”

“Endurance; the natural instinct to survive for your
family.” She sighed and once more the vice controlled her, “Do it. Finish me.”

Ava nodded and held the tip of the gun to Vickie’s head,
“I actually loved you. You have been my friend for the last eight years, our
kids grew up together. We holidayed together and we helped each other through
the shit, Vic.”

Vickie nodded and smiled as a tear slid from her eye,
“The feelings mutual, love.” She gave Ava a firm final nod and then closed her
eyes.

I watched as the hole ripped through her forehead and the
bullet refused to make a reappearance through the back of her skull. My wife
was getting better at her skills. She was learning where to aim to get maximum
carnage from the shot.

She turned and gave her customary explosion of vomit on
the concrete floor. I sighed, would she ever not vomit each time she ended
someone?

“Come on, baby.” I whispered as I slid my hand over hers
and pulled her against me. She sagged and sobbed into me as her arms held onto
me with near desperation. “It’s okay, I’ll make sure Etta’s sorted, I promise.”

She nodded against me but then peered up at me, “But…
with what Vickie said, she’ll just take over the running of the family
business.”

I smirked at her, “Not where she’s going.”

She reeled back and stared at me, “What? Why, where’s she
going?”

I laughed at the image in my head, “Well let’s just say
our friendly bondage expert is gonna keep her
tied up
for a while.”

Her mouth dropped open as her eyes widened, “You’re
sending her to live with Kade and Grace?”

“Yep,” I grinned. “I doubt she’ll cause trouble for Grace
and if she does, Kade will soon have her strapped up or Grace will drill some
obedience into her.”

I watched the many emotions cross her face but eventually
understanding took over with a slight hint at humour. “Dear God” She chuckled
as the same visions I was having assaulted her. “Yeah, I think that’ll work.”

“Come on,” I tugged on her hand. “I’m hungry, feed me
wench.”

She snorted and gave me a disbelieving shake of her head.
“There’s only you that can eat after watching someone’s brains splatter the
wall.”

“Hey!” I chastised, “You did well, baby. No mess this
time. I’m proud of you.”

She beamed up at me and gave a small proud shrug of her
shoulders, “Yeah, I hoped you noticed.”

“I did,” I confirmed with pride at my little warrior as I
kissed the top of her head and led her to the house.

We were both laughing loudly as we fell through the front
door of the house, Mason attempting to cheer me up with small tickles and prods
on my backside. He slammed into my back when I came to an abrupt halt at the
sight before me.

Nate stood silently with a forlorn expression on his face,
Liv beside him with her face downcast, staring at the pattern on the carpet but
it wasn’t them I couldn’t tear my eyes from. It was the three suitcases planted
on the floor beside George.

I knew before he opened his mouth that he was leaving and
I whimpered as my soul ripped from inside me in preparation to leave with him.

He looked at me, a haunted appearance marring his
handsome face. A tear slipped free and the sight of it finally broke me.
“George, please…”