“It takes two to make a murder.
There are born victims,
born to have their throats cut,
as the cut-throats are born to be hanged.”
~ Aldous Huxley
LIAM
She leered, and I could see the lust growing in her eyes until it reflected my own.
“You better not rip my clothes.” Her brown eyes narrowed at me and with that, every chain, lock, and bolt in my mind broke loose.
I grabbed her by the ankle and spread her legs until she was no less than an inch from me taking her. I could feel her become wet just from the sheer closeness of our bodies. Brushing my hand on the side of her face, then against her lips, I grabbed on to her hair and pulled it back, allowing me to latch on to her neck. Neither of us needed to speak. We knew what we wanted, and there were not enough words in the human language that could express what my tongue physically could, as I bit, licked, and sucked on her neck. I felt like a fucking animal, but I could not stop myself, and by God’s name, when she unzipped my vest and rubbed her cool hands all over my torso, I became ravenous.
Pushing her back, I pulled off her top as quickly as possible, trying my best to do as she asked and not rip the damn thing off her. However, it didn’t work, and I heard a small tear before the top was in shreds.
“Damn it, Liam!” she yelled at me, and I stopped, pushing up to stare into her deep, dark eyes, my breath on her lips.
“Say it again,” I muttered as I grabbed her breast through her bra. I would have preferred a laced one instead of a sports bra, but a breast was a fucking breast.
“Say what?”
Leaning in, I kissed her lips quickly before biting her bottom one. I then kissed her cheek, before I finally got to her ear and nibbled the lobe. I was losing my mind, I could feel it, all I wanted to do was devour each and every fucking part of her.
“My name,” I whispered in her ear, and she shivered with pleasure. “Say my name again. Not in anger, or disgust, but as you did just now. As if I am the only man in the world who can satisfy you.”
Because I was. I kissed down her neck once more. However, she grabbed me by the hair and brought me back to eye level. She said not a word, just gazing up at me for a moment, before kissing me almost desperately. For once, she fucking kissed me first, and I couldn’t help but think it was better than fucking heaven, until she flipped me onto my back.
She straddled my waist and stared down at me before pulling her bra off. She kissed up my chest slowly, grinding herself against my cock as it begged for release. When she reached my neck, my hands went straight to her hair and hers went to my pants. Thank fucking Christ.
Flipping her over, I pinned her hands above her head and stared down at what was now mine. Her cheeks were flushed, her nipples erect, and I bent down to suck on them, as if they were begging me to do so. She moaned loudly as she tried to wriggle her hands free.
“Liam,” said, arching toward me.
“Again,” I demanded as I moved to the next one, my tongue circling around her areola, not sucking on her nipple until she did as I said. But my girl never just gave in to me. Transferring both her hands to my right one, my left traveled into her pants, not stopping until it reached its target. I could feel her, and that eclipsed the pain from my arm. She was dripping from me. The moment I cupped her, my girl’s back rose off the fucking bed.
“You fucking bastard.” She moaned, trying to rub her legs together and force friction that I would not let her have.
“Again,” I demanded once more, my lips traveling from her breast down to her waist slowly. I kissed every part of her, as I barely rubbed her wet pussy. She wanted more, and so did I, but she had do what I wanted.
But, once again, my girl wanted to make my life as difficult as possible, leaving me no other choice but to release my hold on her hands so I could pull her pants off completely. The moment my eyes saw the spring of honey begging for my tongue, I latched on, sucking and lapping up all the juices she had provided for me.
She gasped, gripping on to my hair as she rubbed herself against my face. “Liam.”
I pulled away, only for a moment. “Again.”
She refused and so my finger found its way into her, and she gasped out in ecstasy. In and out, as fast and as deep as possible, I pounded my fingers into her as she ground onto my hand, wanting the satisfaction only my cock would give, but trying her best to make do with the three fingers I had inside her. Just as she was reaching her climax, I stopped. Her eyes narrowed at me as she breathed deeply.
“You fucker.”
“Not yet,” I whispered, stepping back to release my cock from the confines of my pants. She stared at it, and I let her, just for a moment, before pulling her back to me. Before she even had time to think, I thrust deeply within her. Her back arched, as she shouted in Italian.
I pulled her even closer to me and went even deeper still, if such a thing could be possible. Wincing at how slowly I moved, I watched her tremble as my cock filled her.
“Say my name,” I told her, almost stopping altogether as my cock throbbed. I was hoping and praying she would give in so I could have my way with her.
She didn’t, so I thrust forward quickly. “Melody, for the love of God, just say my name.”
Instead, she slipped slightly away from me before wrapping her arms around my neck. “Mel, just Mel,” she panted.
Holding on to her waist, I eased back slowly before thrusting again. “Say it, Mel.”
She kissed up my neck, then my ear before stopping at my lips, staring me deeply in the eyes. Hers were so dark I could see myself in them. Her breath was almost on my tongue, and I just needed to hear it.
“Liam,” she hissed and kissed me deeply.
My name was the key to opening the deepest levels of possession possible. I pushed her onto her back, causing both of us to cry out and hiss as my cock slammed into her over and over again. She moved in rhythm with me, every thrust, not missing a beat. She cried out my name over and over again.
Grabbing her breast, I fucked her deeper, not even stopping when she screamed out her release . . . I wasn’t even close to finished, she would come at least once more before I released in her.
Pulling out of her, we both cried out in protest until I flipped her over and took her, holding her waist and shoulder as I forced myself deeper.
“Fuck, Liam! Harder,” she begged. “Faster.”
And at both wishes, I complied, until I couldn’t hold myself back anymore, just as she couldn’t, and we came together.
“Mo Mel álainn.”12 I gasped before pulling out of her and falling onto the bed.
Flipping onto her back, she tried to control her breathing before speaking. “You can only call me Mel during sex.”
“Why is that?” I raised my eyebrow at her.
“You haven’t earned it.”
I couldn’t have this. After what had just happened between us, everything had changed, whether she knew it or not, and it started with me. Grabbing on to her, I rolled over her, allowing her space so my weight would do no harm. She looked at me surprised, but said nothing.
“What happened tonight will be repeated,” I told her calmly, still trying to catch my breath. “You are mine, as I am yours. But for this to work, you need to stop seeing me as a goddamned enemy and more like your husband.”
Her eyes narrowed. “My husband you say? So I’m supposed to sit back polish your shoes and make dinner in between fucks?”
“Mel,” I replied, moving down until I was at her entrance again. “I get it,” I said to her before I thrust forward and buried myself into the tight place that was quickly becoming my new home.
“Do you?” she hissed, trying to stay focused as I inserted myself deeper.
“Yes,” I whispered going for her neck again.
“You are not a housewife,” I said, pulling out only to slam myself in again.
“You do not want to be my arm candy.” Slam, she reached up for my hair.
“You are a cold-blooded murderer.” Slam, she moaned as sweat dripped from my chin onto her chest.
“You are a Boss.” Slam.
“You are my evolution.” Slam, this time, she grabbed on to my ass, trying to pull me closer.
“I’m willing to try to disregard my chauvinistic ways.” Slam.
“To treat you as an equal, but you must fucking do the same for me, Mel.” And with that, I thrust into her repeatedly, her body molded with mine, her breasts pushed against my chest. She was so fucking tight I couldn’t keep my eyes open.
Her nails dug into my back and her legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer to her. Her hands weaved into mine as we entangled ourselves, rising to the highest of climaxes and crashing together.
Gasping for breath, I held her tightly, my arms wrapped around her while I used her breast as a pillow. We were both silent, allowing our breathing to fill the cabin, and neither of us let go of the other.
“You see me as Boss?”
“Yes, and it annoys me, because I want that title,” I replied honestly, causing her to pull my hair.
“No matter how many times we fuck Callahan, I will never just bow down to you. I will never let you rule me. I will not be your bitch to screw and command. I don’t think you can handle that.”
Maybe it was the sex talking, or maybe my father’s words were finally beginning to sink in and I was starting to see a new way of getting what I wanted. All of what I wanted.
Rolling off her, I looked up at the wooden ceiling, not speaking for a moment as I gathered my thoughts.
“In many ways, I can’t,” I told her. “In my mind, there will always be a chauvinist, but I will fight it. You and I both know that once we’re married our companies will be one. Which means there will be only one head, for a divided house cannot stand.”
“Thank you, Abraham Lincoln. But I am not giving up my claim as Boss,” she replied, and I knew she wouldn’t. She wouldn’t “bow” to me. The only way for this to work other than the one thing I hated to do most—share.
It was so simple. It made logical sense, but I was a greedy motherfucker, and in many ways, so was she. We were too fucking alike.
“There is one head. But also a brain within it. Everything we choose for the company will be thought of together in our bed and then we bring it to the men. We rule as one together.”
She said nothing, and I allowed her to think it over as I breathed in the smell of sex, our sex. The best fucking sex I had ever had. Sex I never wanted to stop having.
“We won’t always agree on everything,” she whispered, and she was right.
“Everything we don’t agree on, we fuck out.” I enjoyed the thought. “This is, after all, the longest interaction we have ever had and you haven’t shot me once.”
“Not yet,” she said, sitting up. I loved how she didn’t care if I saw her naked in the light. She didn’t reach to cover herself. She just allowed me the pleasure of looking at her. My hands reached up to mess with a few strands of her hair.
“What do you say, my Mel? We end our war and join brains and bodies to destroy any against us. We become one ruthless person instead of two.”
“You can just do that?” she asked, eyeing me skeptically. “You can just share, like that. You don’t seem like the type.”
“Because I’m not. But when I thought of what my life would be like when I married, I thought of a woman, who handles what I do and allowed me the pleasure of confessing my sins as I took her mercilessly,” I replied, looking up at such a woman. “And now I have a woman who takes part in them as well. Who enjoys it. Who does not shy away from it. If I can’t share it with her, who can I share it with?”
“My father was right, you are a sweet talker.” She frowned, and I hated the look of it, so I brushed my finger over her lips.
I stared at her. “I mean it, Mel. Join me and set the world on fire and I won’t take your title, no matter how much I once wished to. I wish for less fighting and more of this.”
I grabbed her face with one hand and her breast with the other.
“You are using sex to cloud my judgment, Callahan.”
“I’m simply showing you another way, because I’m tired of being at war with an opponent I can’t kill,” I whispered to her. “You stand at my side. I stand at yours, and together we rule the East and the West, so much so that they’ll rename cities after us.”
“The Valero.” She bit her lip as I pinched her nipples. Leaning forward, I took one of them into my mouth and pulled her close to me.
“We put a bullet in each one of their heads and then fuck in their beds,” I replied as she pushed me onto my back and grabbed hold of my cock. I felt it jump alive in her hands.
She bent down and licked the tip of it. “Are you lying to me, Callahan?”
She took me in her mouth and I moaned incoherently, words I weren’t even sure were English. I could barely even think straight, her mouth was that heavenly. Forget Natasha, and any of the other bitches I had been with. Had I known this was what waited for me, I would have come here fucking first.
“Well Callahan?” She ran her teeth along my length, and I shivered.
“Fuck no, Mel. I’m not fucking lying.” My hands went to her hair.
“You and I work as one?” she asked me before sucking down harder, making me almost come in her mouth.
My head went back, and I tried to hide how blissful this felt. “Jesus yes. Fuck yes. You and me, no one else. We will . . . fuck, baby. Ohhh! Yes! We’ll rule as one.”
“Even now, as I’m sucking your cock, you will see me as an equal.” She used her hands when she spoke, before her magical mouth enveloped me once more.
What was her question?
“Yes. Fuck yes. Even as you fucking suck me off, I still won’t see you below me, just as you won’t when I’m eating you out.” I moaned, thrusting into her mouth, she just took it, and my hands went to the sides of her head, as I fucked her mouth like I fucked her pussy—hard and fast.
When I came, she sucked it all down her throat and wiped her mouth.
“Well, I guess I can handle that, but if you fuck me over, Callahan, I will kill you.”
“Let’s get dressed and get this marriage over with, so I can fuck you with a ring on both our fingers.”
She rose before me and lifted her torn top, groaning. “You are such an ass.”
“I would say sorry, but I wouldn’t mean it,” I said, rising from the bed as well.
We stood there, staring at each other, both naked and both desperately in need of each other.
“One last fuck before we get married?” That look in her eyes made me shiver.
All I could do was smirk before pushing her against the wall.
“You and I, what a pair we make,” I said, spreading her legs once again and one of the many more times that will happen in the future, I hoped.
“You and I against the world then?” she asked me as I pushed inside her.
“With this fuck, we start a new chapter in our life,” I hissed as I slammed into her. “May we forever be rulers, may our enemies tremble at our feet, may we never forget our great love that is the family. Which we will rule with an iron fist.”
“May we be ruthless and have no regrets,” she added gripping onto my back. “May we take what we want, when we want it, with the world at our feet.”
I smiled as I fucked her against the wall. We moved in sync. It was like our bodies were also agreeing to our package of glory, death, and blood.
“Mrs. Callahan, we shall have the world soon,” I said, never wanting to stop my hunt to go deeper within her. The tides were changing, and we must adapt to survive during drastic changes, and Mel was that drastic change. What we had was much bigger than the two of us, but as she moaned out my name, I couldn’t be more grateful. She would help me fill the sky with the Valero blood. Once we did, we would rule.
That thought added to the pleasure, and it was the best fuck of my life.