Licentious (19 page)

Aléssandro

“
It was our eighteenth birthday, and we decided to start the night off at Monsoon,” she starts, her voice sounding as if she’s far away.

“We own Monsoon. There should be security footage,” I interrupt.

She shakes her head. “It was brand new. Apparently they hadn’t installed the security cameras anywhere but the parking lot yet.”

“Why Monsoon,” I ask quietly.

She sighs loudly. “There was a songwriting contest. I guess they do it every year now, but that was the first year they hosted it. I always dreamed of selling my own songs, hearing them on the radio.” She laughs bitterly, the first of many tears begin to trail down her beautiful face. “I actually won.” She nods, rolling her eyes. “I was so ecstatic, and Eve,” she smiles a real, genuine smile, “Eve was over the moon about it. When it was over, I went out to join her and saw she was sitting with two guys who were a few years older than we were. Vinny and Tony.” She nods with hate in her eyes. “Eve convinced me to let them tag along to the next bar we were heading to so we could use our fake ids,” she tells me, her voice cracking.

“Why didn’t you just use them there?” I ask. Being eighteen, at that time, Monsoon would’ve been the hot spot to be.

“I enrolled in the contest as an eighteen-year-old, and I didn’t want to mess up my chances in any way, so we agreed after I was free to go, we would head anywhere she wanted to go.” She smiles sadly. “I, uh,” she pauses and wipes her face with her free hand while she looks over timidly at me. I smile to reassure her that it’s’ safe to continue. “I was attracted to Vinny,” she says turning away, almost as if she’s ashamed. “Eve and Tony clearly had a connection.” She shakes her head. Taking a deep, shaky breath, she continues. “We, um, we got separated. Vinny told me that Eve and Tony were ahead of us, so I decided to walk with him to the next bar we would come across. It was late, dark.” She shakes her head, her eyes fixated at a blank spot on the wall across from us. “I heard Eve scream,” her voice quivers, “I pushed Vinny down and ran to where I thought it came from. Tony… he, uh, he had her pinned against the wall at knife point in the back of an alley. Her dress was torn, she was crying.” Jo’s body starts to shake, her head turns and she clasps tightly to my hand. “I ran toward them to get him off her, but Vinny tackled me. Long story short, they were stronger. I tried.” She begins to cry and anger courses through me.

I fight to keep my hands from tightening too tightly on hers. “I tried so hard to get her free
, to save her.” She covers her eyes with her free hand and takes a few breaths. “We were both raped.” She nods her mouth tight. “We were, um…” she takes a shaky breath, “We were stabbed multiple times,” she whispers, “Vinny. Vinny kept telling me that I would never forget that night. That I just had to cooperate and that I would survive,” she shakes her head hastily. “He said ‘I’ like he knew that
I
would survive. I never stopped fighting. I was sure that they were going to kill us,” she says numbly, her voice almost emotionless. “Then he told me to tell my brother that they warned him and that he should have listened,” she says angrily, hot tears weeping from her eyes. “It didn’t make any sense to me. When Vinny was done, he got up and walked away. I remember...” she chokes on a sob, “I remember looking over at Eve. She was looking at me asking for help, our hands were bound, and I couldn’t help her,” she sobs.

I reach my arm around her and pull her to my chest, softly rocking her. “I remember talking her through it
.” She breathes heavily. “We used to say that we could do anything temporarily.” She nods. “My mom. My mom was a bitch. She hated Eve and me since we were born.” She laughs angrily. “She would give us stupid lists to complete daily and we came up with the saying to make it seem like it wouldn’t always be like that.” She shakes her head, the sobs coursing through her body. “Anyway, I remember telling her that. When Vinny got up, I saw Tony stab her a few more times. That last one…” She begins to sob, my body shaking right along with her from anger seeping through me. “The last one was right in the center of her chest, and then he twisted it. I don’t know where I got the energy,” she shakes her head and swallows, “but I got up and practically fell on him. We struggled for the knife, but the way he was positioned on top of me, I had perfect aim for his balls.” She laughs. “I kneed him hard, giving me enough time to get the knife. I didn’t even hesitate. I didn’t think. I just… watched in awe as I slit his throat, blood dripping, his eyes growing wide in shock as he gasped for air. Then I jammed the knife in his back and twisted it in a circle.” An empty smile crept on her face.

I’m shocked.
Pure. Fucking. Shocked.
This woman never gave up. She never stopped fighting. She did something that most people wouldn’t have had the balls to go through with—taking another person’s life, no matter what the circumstances, is not an easy task to follow through with. “I don’t know where Vinny was or where he came from, but they moved Tony off me, and stabbed me again. He took Tony and disappeared. When they were gone, I crawled my way to Eve.” She pauses, closing her eyes, sucking her bottom lip in between her teeth. “I tried to get her to hang on. There was blood coming from everywhere and the pain, it was unimaginable. It made it so hard to breath. She… she told me she loved me, and that I was the better half,” she sobs. “Eve.” She shakes her head as raw cries rip from her throat. “Eve was my other half. We had never been separated. Never. I knew… I knew she was going to die. When she… when she took her last breath, I laid my head on her and prayed for God to take me, too,” she cries. “When I woke up in the hospital, I remember being so upset. I just… I wanted to die. I wanted to be with Eve. But God was cruel!” She starts yelling. “He took her! He took her and left me here to live without her.” She shakes her head. “Then one by one, he took everyone else, too,” she whispers as she wipes her face with her hands.

“What do you mean?” I ask quietly through gritted teeth. I don’t want her to know how much this is affecting me. I don’t want her to stop talking to me. I need her to keep talking to me.

“After I told Aedan about their so-called message, and DCI took over, they ended up not having any leads. He, uh… I… found him hanging from the beams in our basement,” she whispers, her voice cracking. “I tried to get him down. I tried, but the rope was too tight, and his body was growing cold. I remember standing on a chair and hugging him, crying.” She purses her lips, closing her eyes as if she’s in physical pain. My hands involuntarily tighten around her, and then I quickly loosen my grip. “His letter basically said that he couldn’t live with the guilt and that he was sorry.” She wipes her nose with the back of her hand.

“Jo,” I whisper. “I’m so sorry you and your family went through that,” I say softly, hands rubbing up and down her arm.

“After Aedan’s funeral services, Mom freaked. Blamed me and my dreams for everything that happened. Basically, she was blaming me for Aedan’s death—she didn’t care that Eve was gone. My Dad kicked her out, and I haven’t seen or heard from her since.” She shrugs. “Which, whatever. The bitch hated Eve and I anyway,” she says calmly. “Dad was never the same. I’ve never been the same. Then a few years later, he was hit by some idiot who left him to die. Alone.” Her voice breaks, and she shrugs as she turns her face away from me.

I peel myself from her and
begin to pace. I can’t sit still. I know she needs me, but every bone in my body is screaming for me to do
something
to make this better for her. To fix it.

I
turn toward her, forcing myself to unclench my fists. The anger, the violence that is coursing through my veins is pure, hot rage, itching to be released. But when I look at her—the tears making their way down her cheeks, jaw, and delicate neck, taking her mascara with it. The look in her sad, blue eyes—all I see is sadness and terror. They hurt her. They broke her. And one man is still out there living his life. I will find the monster that did this. I will hunt him down. I will make him pay until he begs me
to kill him!

“Alé,” she whispers brokenly. When her eyes meet mine, my heart breaks at how broken she looks. “I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to…” she trails off, sucking her bottom lip in between her teeth.

“Hey,” I say softly as I kneel down in front of her, taking her hands in mine. “Do you really think that’s all that matters to me?” I ask her. Does she really think so little of me?

“No, of course not.” She shakes her head. “But
, Alé, you’re a man,” she tells me as if I didn’t know that. “You have needs that I may not be able to fulfill.”

“Kitten,” I whisper, my hands frame her face. “We’ll figure it out. If you’re willing to try, we’ll work through it. Together,” I promise her. I understand her hesitation of telling me, but the fact that she was willing to be alone forever amazes me.
She deserves the world
.

“Alé,” she closes her eyes
, “I was stabbed. I… had a lot of injuries,” she tells me as fresh tears run from her eyes, stopping at my fingers.

“I know. I was listening, Jo,” I tell her quietly.

She shakes her head. “You don’t get it, do you?” she raises her voice, anger thick and heavy in her voice. “I have scars. A lot of scars,” she admits before ducking her head.

“Jo, I don’t care if your body is covered in them, or doesn’t have any at all,” I promise her.

“You say that now.” She shakes her head.

“I’ll say it always, kitten,” I say gently.

She pushes me roughly away, stands, and takes a deep breath. Her hands move behind her and I hear the zipper of her dress. My dick jumps at the idea of
finally
seeing her body.
Really, Alé
? Now is not the time to get hard. She slips her dress from her shoulders, closing her eyes she allows it to drop as tears quietly roll down her tear stained cheeks. Small to medium sized lines cover her torso. One long, silverfish white scar runs across her stomach above her belly button about eight inches wide. Her hands ball into tight fists, her bottom lip quivering. I stand from the floor and take a step so I’m directly in front of her. It kills me to see her so insecure about herself.
She’s perfect
.

“Open your eyes, Jo,” I order gently
, my hands back on her face. She slowly opens her bloodshot eyes, defeat shining prominently.
“You Are Beautiful,”
I stress. “You’re perfect,” I whisper before gently kissing her lips.

“I’m far from perfect,” she scoffs, her voice shaky.

I kneel down before her, my hands holding her hips, and slowly kiss each and every scar that decorates her body. I can feel her begin to shake, and I know that she’s trying to keep herself together. I look up at her and confidently say, “You’re perfect for me.”

Joey

How can this man, who could have anyone, want me after everything I’ve told him
, after showing him what no one but Addison has seen? He didn’t even look disgusted, didn’t flinch. I don’t understand why he’s being so sweet about this. I feel exhausted. Completely drained, yet something inside of me is screaming at me to give Alé a chance. The same voice that told me to bare all to him.

He stands back up, our eyes never disconnecting. He grabs my fisted hand and opens my fingers until my palm is exposed
, moving my hand until it’s placed tightly over his jeans. “Do you feel that?” his voice rasps. “You have me completely hard right now, kitten. I think you’re beautiful,” he whispers against my lips. These scars,” his other hand roams lightly over my torso, “you’ve earned these, Jo. Wear them proud,” he says passionately. “You earned the right to do that,” he tells me as he releases his hold on my hand that’s now holding tight over his dick.
Do I let go?
I kind of don’t want to, but I’m terrified. I feel like a virgin. I’m far from it, but the only time I actually remember is the night I lost my virginity to Vinny.

“No pressure, kitten,” he says firmly. “Never,” he reassures me as he steps back, forcing me to release him. Instantly
, my pussy clenches, my arousal dampening my black lace thong, which does nothing to keep it from releasing a small trickle down the inside of my thigh. He looks me up and down as if he’s a starving man. His eyes dark, licking his lips, he makes no move to cover his evident arousal.

Suddenly feeling self-conscious
, my arms move to cover my stomach. “Don’t’ do that,” he commands softly, his hand reaching out to pull my arms down. “Don’t hide from me.” I mentally force my arms down to my sides and internally struggle to keep myself from fidgeting. His eyes roam down my body, a sly grin tilting his lips. He lowers to his knees and I freeze. His fingertips graze from my ankles slowly up my calves, over the back of my knees, and up my thighs until his hands cover my ass. He leans forward, and I feel his tongue run up the inside of each thigh, a moan sounding from his chest. He lifts his face to my panties, and I can feel his nose lightly pressed against the front of me. The sound of him inhaling rises to my ears, followed by a groan. My pussy clenches. The idea of not having a barrier between us turns me on more than I thought possible.

“You’re delicious,” he says as he tilts his head up to smile hungrily at me.

My palms grow damp, my heart racing, breathing erratic. “Alé,” I whisper, “I’ve never…” I trail off softly shaking my head. “Only that one time,” I tell him shame filling me. “It’s the only time I remember.”

His eyes narrow before closing
. He slightly shakes his head, barely moving that I almost missed it. He opens his eyes, which shine with patience and understanding. “I would be honored to be the man you allow to give you a new memory. A good memory. To be your
first
,” he says almost self-consciously.

Butterflies move in my stomach, my heart feeling as if it’s going to beat out of my chest. I take a breath to steady myself as I continue to look into his eyes. I kneel down until we are eye level. “Be patient with me
, Alé,” I half-warn and half-plead with him.

“Jo,” his voice low and gravelly. “You say stop, at
any time
, and we stop. No hard feelings. I’ll wrap my arms around you, and we’ll fall asleep together,” he promises. “
Anytime
,” he stresses each syllable.

My heart melts at how gentle he’s been with me tonight. I know this wasn’t easy for him, but can I really do this? Am I really going to try to finally get through this? I take a shaky breath and nod my head. His eyes narrow slightly as he takes in every inch of my face.

“Are you sure, Jo? We don’t—” I don’t let him finish. I crash my lips to his before I lose all my nerve. His lips are warm and soft. The kiss is slow, sensual. I can tell he’s forcing himself to take his time and the tension in his body is wound tight. My hands roam around his neck, my fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. Our tongues begin to dance while his hands gently begin to explore the curves of my body.

Suddenly
, he pulls back and looks ashamed. He shakes his head and sighs, and I swear my heart breaks a little. He doesn’t want me. I smile and nod, trying to show him that I understand.

He stands and offers me a hand. Embarrassed
, I take it, avoiding his eyes. “I think since this is your first time,” his voice soft, gentle, “I need to do this right.” My head snaps up, and I see a beautiful smile gracing his face. Relief washes over me and I smile.
He does want me
.

He picks me up and carries me to his bedroom, gently laying me down on his massive bed. Still standing, he reaches behind him and pulls his shirt over his head, tossing it beside him on the floor. His fingers work the buttons of his jeans, dropping them to his feet and kicking them off. He lays his body on mine
as he smiles.

“Kiss me, Alé,” I whisper.

No more words are spoken, his lips touch mine, and I lose myself to him. Our kiss is more urgent this time, I wrap my legs around his waist, and force his hips flush to mine until I can feel his arousal against me. Alé kisses my neck, my shoulder, down to the swell of my breast. His fingers slide my black lace bra straps down. He grins as his arm reaches around me and unclasps my bra, his eyes never leaving mine.

Once he removes my bra, freeing my breasts, he makes quick work of my panties
. A growl rumbles low in his chest as soon as my body is bare, exposed completely to him. Slowly slithering up my body, placing soft kisses to my skin, he settles back between my legs. His tongue teases my nipple before he sucks the hardened tip into his mouth, gently nipping with his teeth.

A moan escapes my throat as my hand reaches around his head and pulls him closer, tighter to my chest. I hear a soft chuckle and a pop sound as he releases my breast from his mouth.

“Feels good, doesn’t it, kitten?” He smiles mischievously. His mouth lazily trails up my neck, over my jaw until our mouths are fused together. My stomach clenches, my pussy dripping.

He pulls away, reaching over to the nightstand
and pulls open the drawer retrieving a condom. My hands roam down his hard, muscled back, dipping into the waistband of his briefs until they rest on his ass. I lightly dig my nails in as I drag them back up until my fingers greet the band. I push them down over his hips as he lifts his body up slightly so I can pull the material away and over his arousal. I use my feet to push them the remainder of the way off him.

My eyes land on his
thick cock, silver jewelry catching in the light. My mouth grows dry, and my heart speeds.

“Alé,” I breathe, my eyes refusing to move away from his package.

He laughs softly as he kisses my shoulder. “You really don’t remember do you, kitten?”

Without averting my eyes, I shake my head no.
There’s smooth metal ball under the head of his dick, and another on top, and my mind just can’t process what the hell I do with it.

“It’s called a
n Apadravya,” he says calmly. “Basically, it’s a Prince Albert and a reversed Prince Albert piercing. I choose to use the barbell, but I still switch up the jewelry every once in a while.” He winks. “And no, it won’t fall out. Nor will it hurt either of us, but it
will
increase the sensation of your G-spot.” He laughs lightly.

“Uh, um…
okay,” I nod and swallow, still a little scared.

“Don’t worry
, kitten, you enjoyed it last time,” he teases trying to ease my tension. He leans down and kisses me lightly on the lips. “We don’t have to do anything tonight,” he says softly, eyes intense, staring down at me.

Suck it up, Joey!
“I’m fine,” I force a smile, and I silently will the butterflies to go away. “Just… be patient with me, Alé,” I whisper.

He kisses the corner of my mouth
. “Always,” he breathes against my lips. His mouth lays soft, open-mouthed kisses against my throat and over my shoulder. His fingers softly roam from the base of my throat, lazily making his way down my body, his mouth not far behind, sending chills through my body as if I were taking an ice bath.

His mouth stops at my chest, his tongue drawing circles teasingly on my breast
before flicking my nipple like a snake testing the air with its tongue. His fingers trail softly down the side of my body, leaving goose bumps in its wake, sending an orgasmic feeling throughout my body in anticipation of what’s to come.

As his eyes gaze up my body and connect to mine, he slowly slithers down my stomach kissing every inch on his way down to the apex of my thighs
, his eyes never leaving mine. My back arches as his tongue softly touches my cave of ecstasy making me moan from the rush of pleasure that courses through my legs up to my breasts as his hands move from my thighs to softly caress my breasts, pinching my nipples between his fingers, making them fully erect.

He begins his slow, torturous teasing with a fingertip in and out of my center, softly yet forcefully. I feel myself become wetter and wetter as his tongue flickers faster and faster over my
bean. As I’m about to explode, he slows his pace to a soft touch. He lazily works his way back up my body, stopping at each of my breasts, paying explicit attention to every inch. He is sending shivers throughout my body with the feeling of his thick, hard rod, slowly rubbing on my open mound, causing me to softly moan, grabbing his hair tightly, and pulling his mouth back to mine.

As our tongues touch, I feel his thick cock slowly enter the lusciousness of my womanhood
causing me to moan out in pleasure. Our tongues dance as he pulls almost completely out of me before slowly pushing back in. He rests his forehead against mine, our breaths tangling between us, hips rocking.

“Just keep your eyes on mine, kitten,” he says against my mouth. Biting my lip, I can only nod
as the pleasure coursing through me is almost too intense. His pumps begin to speed slightly, a pressure deep within me beginning to twirl tightly causing my breathing to quicken. I close my eyes from the intensity of what’s happening between us. Fear begins to course through me, and it becomes hard to breathe.

“Alé,” I gasp.

“Open your eyes, kitten,” he gently orders me as one of his hands frame my face, his thumb tracing my bottom lip. “It’s just me and you, Jo,” he says softly.

I open my eyes, connecting with his, and instantly feel safe again. I take in the tick of his jaw as one of his hands
wraps under my thigh lifting it higher up his waist. The slight change of position increases the intensity of him entering me.

My head falling back against the pillow, I can’t stop the moan that escapes my lips. “Let it out
, Jo,” he groans into my neck. “I want the whole world to hear you, baby,” he tells me as he sucks my earlobe in between his teeth.

“Alé,” I moan breathlessly. “Oh.”

His hips begin to pump into me faster with more force as his lips find their way home to my lips. Our tongues and breaths tangle as I groan against his mouth. The feeling of his appy scraping just inside of me with every move of his hips. My toes begin to curl, my body on the edge of going over.

He pulls away from my mouth and lifts slightly up removing his weight from my body. His hips continue to rock against me, his eyes watching where our bodies join together, and my eyes
remain locked on him. I lean up and run my tongue over the flexed muscle of his shoulder before grazing my teeth over his skin. My fingers dig into his back as a fire explodes within me causing me to convulse and scream his name over and over with each breath. I feel his muscles tense under the tips of my fingers before he slams into me a few more times as he sighs my name into the crook of my neck.

His body drops onto me, his head shaking
against mine. “You…” I hear him breathe next to my ear.

“Are you okay?” I ask as my fingertips
trace lazily over the skin of his back.

“I’m more than okay
.” He smiles as he lifts his face to stare down at me.
“You are perfect,”
he tells me with a kiss between each word. “I’m proud of you, Jo,” he whispers.

I don’t bother fighting the smile that takes over my face. “I’m actually proud of me
, too.” I laugh. “I’m just surprised that it was easier than I expected it to be.”

“Maybe you just had to be with the right person
.” He shrugs lightly.

“In case you’ve forgotten, I freaked out with you last time,” I cock a brow at him.

“Maybe you trust me now.” He smiles.

“Yeah, maybe I do
.” I smile back at him before kissing the crook of his shoulder.