The Dirty Anthology (5 page)

Seven

“I’m sorry,” I apologized before grabbing her thighs forcefully and picking her up. With the wall against her back, I placed each leg over my shoulders and her pussy within my mouth’s reach. Right fucking there. She was suspended in the air with nothing other than my hands, and the wall, supporting her weight.

“Oh fuck,” she squeaked as I blew warm air over her clit. It twitched and trembled. “Devin, please don’t drop me.”

“Shut up and let me enjoy,” was all I said before I dove in. That first burst of her taste on my tongue made me delirious, hard as steel, and leak. There was no softness in the way I ate her. Licked and sucked the juices she released from her swollen lips. Her taste was addictively sweet, just as I’d always imagined my beauty to be.

“Fuck.” I had no idea who screamed it, but at this point I could seriously give a fuck. She ground her lips against by face. Her tiny hands fisted my hair as I devoured her core. My tongue caressed her clit with gentle flicks before I pulled it between my teeth and shook my head from side to side.

She thrashed and filled my mouth with her wetness.

“So fucking sweet,” I grunted against her pussy, causing her to pull back and away.

“Sensitive,” she whimpered, but I was having none of that and bit her bundle of nerves. She exploded and gushed into my awaiting mouth. Her body jerked hard—spasming
 
without any control as wave after wave of pleasure took over her body.

Lowering her body down as gently as I could into my arms, I nestled her against me and carried her over to the large, king-sized bed. I looked down at her still blissed-out form, our eyes met, and a feeling of complete calmness enveloped me.

This was it.

She was it.

It was in those few moments that I took it all in and began to thank whomever upstairs had bestowed her upon me.

“Falling in love with you will be so easy, Lucia,” I reverently declared before sliding into her for the first time. There weren’t enough words in the English dictionary to describe how she felt. The tightness—the softness. I’d never experienced this before. Didn’t know it could be like this.

Her arms wrapped themselves around my neck and tugged me down toward her awaiting lips. “So easy,” she whispered against my mouth. Tears began to roll down her cheeks; I wiped them away with my thumb and kissed every inch of skin I could reach.

It was overwhelming and comforting all at once as our bodies soothed the other. Like a warm blanket of adoration, welcoming us into nirvana as we lost ourselves in the other’s embrace.

My hips sped up as her legs wrapped themselves tightly around my waist, the feel of my girls' walls as she stretched and latched onto my girth making me lightheaded. It was indescribable to finally feel her surrounding me. Both heaven and hell all rolled into one.

Lucia was perfect for me, my other half in every sense of the word. I had no doubt in my mind that when my girl was created by the man above, it was with me in mind. She was designed specifically for me.

Everything in this fucked-up world made sense with her in my arms—with her heat enveloping me. We were destined to meet. I was meant to find her as I did, through her words, and fall for the woman behind them.

My girl was supposed to become fascinated with me. Read and watch every movie I had ever made and dream of me at night. To be inspired by me and create the worlds brought on by her fantasies to pull me in. Clara finding her books and introducing me to them was all part of destiny crossing our paths. Of this I had no doubt.

She was my one. Taken from my flesh and molded to fulfill my every need.

“Oh God, please...” she screamed as my hips swiveled against hers, my pelvic bone brushing against her engorged clit with each pass. “Yes!” Fuck, she looked amazing with her head thrown back, eyes closed, and hands fisting the sheets.

“Beautiful,” I groaned before placing a quick, yet chaste kiss on her swollen lips. I sat up on my knees and grabbed her hips, pulling them up and off the bed while still impaled on my cock.

The only parts of her still touching the mattress were her shoulders and head. Everything else on her delectable body was now in my power. Bending to my will.

I manipulated her hips, made her ride me as fast, or slow, as I desired. It was making her thrash and scream in agony. Needing to prolong the inevitable, I would slow us down whenever signs of her coming undone were visible.

“Sweetest motherfucking pussy...” I trailed off as she squeezed down on my dick. Hard. My eyes rolled back. “Yeah, baby, fucking ride me.”

“Shit!”

My fingers found purchase on her hips and held her still, the stranglehold she had on me making me tremble. Fucking vibrate with the need to break her as she’d so clearly done to me.

Quickly, while she tried to catch her next breath, I flipped us over and slammed back in. My hips met hers in an almost angry pounding; everything was crashing into me and making me emotional. Elated. Crazed. And with a sudden maddening urge to possess and mark like never before.

I fucked her. No other way to describe it but as a good, old-fashioned, fucking. Hair fisted in my hand to hold as reins, the other on her hip or occasionally smacking her ass hard enough to leave my handprint on the succulent globes.

“You are fucking mine. Do you understand that?” She whimpered in answer. That wouldn’t do. “I said…” another hard smack landed across the flesh of her right ass cheek “…do you understand?”

“Fuck, yes. Jesus, I'm yours, baby, just make me come.” Lucia attempted to throw me off when I didn’t comply. I could see her intent to force me onto my back and mount my cock; maybe any other day I would have been all over that shit, but not today.

With both hands on her hips, I yanked her back forcefully and pulled her up to my chest. I was in deeper now, being choked and seconds away from erupting and painting her walls with my essence.

“You want to come?”

“Yes,” she begged, while pushing her ass against me in provocation.

“As you wish.” I rode her harder than I thought was humanly possible, her ass smacked against my thighs—the force stung, but the reward was worth the red ass prints I now proudly wore.

Her body tensed, back arched into an almost painful shape as her walls locked down. Watching her come and letting go was beautiful.

“Motherfuck,” she howled. Every nerve ending in my body felt as if it were a part of hers—I felt her pleasure down to my bones. The moment her first gush of wetness burst through, momentarily forcing my cock out, I began to erupt. Slamming back in, I held still and enjoyed the feel of her juices dribbling down to my balls.

My spurts swirling with her juices were soaking us both, creating a new heady scent that saturated the room in the beauty that was us. She collapsed first with me following a second later, the plushness of the bed welcoming our exhausted limbs.

“That was amazing, Devin,” she hoarsely whispered, then turned her face and laid her head over my still erratic heart. “Thank you for making 
this
 fan’s dreams come true.”

I think this was the first time I disagreed with her words. They were completely ridiculous. Wrong.

“No, Lucia, it's my deviant dreams that came true the moment I read your books and discovered the beautiful soul that lay beneath each line. You’re my equal in every perverted sense of the word. Perfect for me.” Her warm body collided with mine, lips grazing my chest in a sweet kiss full of promise and maybe in the future: love.

“So does this mean I get to make all my dirty fantasies a reality? With you?”

“Only me,” I stated. No, it was more like a demand.

“I could live with that.” She laid a tiny bite over my pulse point; I felt her smile against my skin. “You know, I’ve always dreamed of having you fuck me in the shower.”

“Lucky for you, I’m in the business of making all your desires come true.” With that being said, I jumped off and pulled her toward the edge of the bed where I now stood. She giggled and tried to fight me off, but one quick spank to her bottom made her stop. “Get the fuck up and in that bathroom.”

“Yes, sir,” she sassed and stood up to salute. I had a feeling our fantasies would keep us busy for the rest of our lives. Her naughty side rivaled mine.

I was a lucky bastard indeed.

The End.

About the Author:

Elena M. Reyes was born and raised in Miami, Florida. She is the epitome of a Floridian and if she could live in her beloved flip-flops, she would.

As a small child, she was always intrigued with all forms of art—whether it was dancing to island rhythms, or painting with any medium she could get her hands on. Her first taste of writing came to her during her fifth grade year when her class was prompted to participate in the D. A. R. E. Program and write an essay on what they’d learned.

Her passion for reading over the years has amassed her with hours of pleasure. It wasn't until she stumbled upon fanfiction that her thirst to write overtook her world. She now resides in Central Florida with her husband and son, spending all her downtime letting her creativity flow and letting her characters grow.

Systematic Siege: Provocative Tendencies #1

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Publication Date: July 15
th
2015

Genre: FICTION/Romance/Erotica

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Theme Song:

“Addiction” by Dope

1

The wealthy don’t have time to grieve.

It’s a lesson my father drilled into my head over and over throughout my life. When my dog died. Again when my grandma died—both of them.

Yeah, he didn’t let me grieve the death of his own mother.

If he mourned her, I have no clue. No one does. We never saw any sign. He just went about his business as usual.

He’d been a strict authoritarian, that one. Among other things.

I wonder if all those years he was busy drilling the lesson into my head, he’d known it would one day apply to his own death.

Food for thought, huh?

Well, in case there is such a thing as an afterlife, I want you to know old man, that I learned the lesson very well.

I’m sitting here, at the top floor of the skyscraper you built, in what was once your office—an office that recently got remodeled to better fit my tastes.

And I’m calm. Cool. Collected. So unperturbed by your passing, Father—despite the fact that I caused it—that I’m starting to think something’s wrong with me.

Then again, considering the type of man my father was, maybe all of this is perfectly normal. I’m not the only one that isn’t aching over his passing. No one seems too broken up about it.

My mother isn’t. I don’t blame her. She put up with enough crap from that man.

His own brother isn’t too sad, either.

So, like I said, maybe I’m normal after all.

“Drew. Are you ready?”

Speak of the Devil.

My uncle Robert stands at the entrance to my office, hand braced on the glass door.

He’s been asking me that question ever since we agreed that I would be taking over my father’s place as CEO.

My uncle refused the position and I’d had no choice. There are many on the board that would love to drive the whole Drevlow family right out of the company now that my father is gone.

I can’t allow that to happen. Can’t do that to my mother. She deserves all the comfort and privileges this company affords her.
She went through enough being married to my father. I’m not letting her suffer anymore unnecessary bullshit.

And it had been the perfect revenge against my father. The best way to get back at him for what he once did to Lexi’s family.

“I’m going to take your place as CEO.”

“It’s about damn time you smartened up and decided to do the right thing.”

So much contempt. Even as he lays in a hospital bed, machines struggling to keep him alive, his feeble heart replaced with a new heart that his body is rejecting. Smiling coldly at the man before me, I lean toward him and whisper, “I’m only taking the position so that one day, when I find Lexi, I can give it to her.”

My father’s eyes bulge out of his head and his face turns bright red.

“That’s right.” I nod. “Once I find her, I’m going to make sure a
Berkman
ends up in charge of your company.”

I killed my father with that promise. Didn’t lay a single finger on him. The last word left my mouth and the rage he felt exploded inside him, his blood pressure skyrocketing and sending him into yet another cardiac arrest.

I killed my father because he believed the conviction in my voice. He knew I’d been serious. That I meant every word.

It’s that conviction that brought me to this point—the head of a company I didn’t want to run, my feet on a black marble floor, surrounded by glass, steel, and gold accents.

Sitting behind a brand new desk, in a way too-big office, and metaphorically in the shoes of a man I’d come to loathe throughout my life.

For my mother.

And Lexi.

Wherever she is.

The power this company gives me will be enough to help me find her.

I
will
find her.

I can’t even think her name without that old, crippling rage squirming inside me.

As I’ve been forced to do for seven years, I push the memory of her back. Remembering that I’d lost her,
how
it’d all come to pass, is toxic in ways my relationship with my father never was.

Until I can find her, I can’t afford to wallow in her.

God I want to. Get lost in the vision. Let the ache consume me. It would be so much easier than this constant battle, always having to fight my own psyche and the way it yearns for her.

I tried that once. Almost lost my fucking mind. The pit I ended up falling into was too deep, darker than anything my human mind could’ve ever imagined. My self-destruction came close to spilling over into the lives of the few people I loved.

Because I loved her more than I’d ever loved anyone.

More than I loved my own mother.

I still feel that way. Time has done nothing but make the emotions more powerful.

Pulling myself out of rock-bottom took a year of rehab. I live with the guilt of that every day. As well as the guilt of everything else.

There’s too much at stake for me to even consider drowning my misery out like I did before. I’ve just inherited immeasurable power. It’s time to start using it to get the woman I love back.

Then I can begin making up for everything I allowed to happen to her.

So I stand, button up my dark-gray blazer, and face my uncle. “I’m ready.”