Razor's Mark: (Marked Book 1) (13 page)

“Okay, so maybe guys do like it. Was that okay?” She really didn’t know, so she asked.

“Damn, baby. That- wow.” That did have her giggling. The sound of moans and smacking made her turn her head at the couple on the screen.

“Do you think all woman can bend like that?” The woman currently on the screen was bent in half with her legs by her head while the guy held them down pounding into her at an odd angle.

“I think it’s time we do a little research.” Razor grabbed her, kissing her hard, before lifting her into his arms. Soon they were in the bedroom. She was starting to like research.

Razor didn’t know what the fuck he was doing. He told himself to stay away from
her; she
was nothing but trouble. Yet, here he was, throwing her over his shoulder, heading to the small bedroom in the safe house. She had haunted his dreams for days, and the sweet smell of her in his bed had only made it worse for him. But now that she had started something between them, there was no way he was going to stop now until he had her, all of her.

She had done something unexpected by talking about giving head. Fuck, he never would have thought she would have made the first move. She had been drinking sure, but she seemed to know what she was doing. That damn video. It had started all this with her. His cock knew it was playtime as well and took notice, standing at full force. It seemed he wanted to play again. But fuck, her mouth; that hot, sexy little mouth of hers. She did wicked things to
him,
and all thought went out the window when she took him. Best fucking blowjob ever. But a small pang in the back of his head told him it was more than
that; it
was her. She seemed to set his caveman instincts into overdrive.

Making it to the bedroom, he threw her onto the bed where she bounced, giggling the entire time. This was
the first
time she had been relaxed with him. He enjoyed it a lot.

“So research, huh?” She cocked an eyebrow at
him, and so many dirty images flashed his brain.

“Oh, kitten, you started something, and I’m sure as hell gonna
finish it when I’m good and ready. Tell me you’re on birth control.” Razor watched as she simply nodded before he crawled up and hovered over her body. She
gasped,
and that was all he needed while he claimed her mouth. Her sweet lips caressed his and a lingering taste of himself on her turned him on more.

He didn’t stop at her lips. His hands slid down and lifted her top exposing her soft and silky cream-colored skin. She was flawless. Her tits were encased in a pale pink cotton bra, though simple as it was, it was sexy on her. He would love to see her skin in black or a dark color and lace. Hell; nothing. He wanted to see her in nothing. He was
gonna
make that happen right now.

His hand grasped her breast, playing with her nipple as it hardened under his touch. He sucked the pebble and fabric into his mouth. A sweet moan pushed past her lips while he did it to the other. Sliding a finger into the cup, he tugged it down until her breast popped out. Her nipples were a dusky tan color. Not the pink shit you find on younger women, she was real and natural. The sweet taste of her drove him mad. He lavished her breast some more, then kissed his way down to her stomach that was small, fitting her frame. She could use some more meat, but he was working on that issue too. Tugging the button of her jeans, he slid the small zipper down showing faint pink fabric. So, she had a matching set
. Cute, just like her.
Fuck, where the hell was his mind going?

With ease, he slid her jeans and panties down in one pull. She wasn’t
bare
like he was used to. No, she had soft blonde hairs covering her mound. She was trimmed and oh, so fucking sexy. A woman who was natural in everything she did or was. The sweet smell of her arousal perfumed the air. Pushing her thighs wide, she went to close them again.

“Keep them open,” he commanded. He wanted to taste her.

“Umm, Razor, I’m not sure about this.”

“What? Me eating your sweet pussy? Kitten, I will taste you and then I will fuck you so raw it will make your sexy little cunt quiver at just the thought of me burying my cock deep inside.”
Laying
flat on the bed, he pushed them open again. He
kissed the inside of her thighs before he ran a finger along the smattering of pubic hair covering her mound.

“Oh, God,” she gasped when he parted her lower lips and licked her small nub. He could only smile and lick again.

“No, kitten, it's Razor, and I wanna
hear you scream it when you come on my face.” He ignored her whimpers as he licked and sucked on her clit. Sliding a single finger into her hot channel, he found her tight. She said she had been with other men, but shit, she was almost as tight as a virgin. Biting the small bundle of nerve, he pushed another finger inside, timing his movements. In and out,
he finger
fucked her until her head was thrashing back and forth.

That’s right, baby, scream for me.
He didn’t release her clit as he sucked it
into
his mouth while he flicked it with his tongue. The added combination of that and his fingers had her screaming as she came for him. Not wanting her to come down fully, he rubbed her clit while he shifted and started to push his cock into her. As he started to slide home, he felt her walls still contracting from her climax and stretching to accommodate him.
Fuck, she’s tight.

He pulled out and pushed further into her until he was balls deep inside her sex. He held still, letting her get used to the feel of him. He was a little larger than normal, but she was so fucking tight and small.
Damn, she was gripping him like a glove
.

“Oh God, I feel so full. Please, Razor, move. Do something. I need- I need…” she was unable to form a sentence. He had her just where he wanted her. Holding onto her, he started to move.

*****

Holy mother of fricking God and the damn planets. He was hung like a goddamn elephant.
Never in her life had she been with someone who was so large. She wasn’t a virgin, but he sure as hell made her feel like one. He stretched her more than she ever thought she could. But damn if it didn’t feel good.

In and out, he started to move. The sexy sounds of ragged breathing and skin upon skin sounded as he thrust
in a steady rhythm. Her hands came up to stroke his back. He still had his shirt on. She didn’t want that. Grabbing it, she started to tug.

He stopped moving and looked at her. He must have read her mind as he pulled it up and over his head. They were both completely naked; well, almost. She was still in her bra, but he remedied that situation right away. Not breaking contact, he kissed her long and deep. Holding onto the back of her neck, he
thrust
his tongue into her mouth as he mimicked the movement with his cock.

Oh God, he was gonna
break her. He released her mouth and sucked on her neck. Her hands once again went to his back holding him steady with her nails. He hissed but suddenly quickened his pace as he lowered himself down onto her. Faith wrapped her legs around him as his body covered her and his cock found its purpose and pounded a beat. With him holding her down, he must have
snapped,
and all she could do was scream and let go. He was a mad man looking for something. So close, she was so close to finding that last piece she needed to fly.

Razor was holding her in a death grip, as one of his possessions while he pinned her down. Her head tilted back while he fucked her, and boy was he fucking her, with all his might. His movements became frantic and stronger as he bit into her shoulder. It was just enough to send her over the edge. As she screamed his name, he grunted and emptied himse
lf into her sex, groaning what
he prayed was her name at least.

It felt as if she was unable to catch her breath. With his weight covering her and her body going into complete shock from what she could only describe as a nuclear explosion, her legs
quivered,
and she felt like jelly. Razor rolled pulling her with him. His eyes were closed as he held her. Unable to think, or move, she too closed her eyes and let sleep take her.

*****

Faith woke to the sound of shouting. What the hell was going on? Looking around she saw Razor wasn’t in bed. Shit, what time was it? The noise got
louder,
and suddenly she knew that voice.
Shit, Michael.
Looking around the room, she couldn’t find her clothes but saw Razor's shirt. She needed to get out there before her brother did something he would pay for later.

“I should fucking kill you.”

“I would like to see you try.”

“I said to fucking watch her; keep her safe. Not sleep with her.”

“What she and I are, is none of your goddamn business!
She’s a big girl; unless you missed that part.”

“Watch it, boy; she’s my sister.”

“And she’s my...”

“She’s your what? Watch what you say next because it might be the last thing you say.”

Shit, she needed to stop this and now
.

“Michael, what the hell are you doing here?” She went and stood between him and Razor. She knew neither of them would do anything with her right there, or at least she hoped they wouldn’t.

“I came to tell you that we have a chance to get that email sent to whomever you needed, but we have to do it now. I never expected you to be in bed with- are you fucking wearing his shirt? Goddammit, Faith. I should take you across my knee. What
the fuck were you
thinking? If he took advantage of you, just let me
know,
and we can make him disappear. I have the enforcers
outside,
and they can make him disappear within thirty minutes.”

“No,
he didn’t, and you back off. Michael Albert Hillman, you
listen, and you listen good
. You. Will. Not. Touch. Him. Or I will make
you
disappear. And you know I can. Now if you give me five
minutes, I’ll get dressed,
and we can leave. The sooner I send the
email; the
sooner everyone can worry about things other than me.” She turned to
Razor, who was smirking a little.

“Bedroom. Now,” she snapped and didn’t give him a chance to respond. Good thing he listened. He followed, closing the door behind them.

“Look, I know he can be a bit protective, but don’t push his buttons, okay? Michael can cause you trouble. I’ll go with
him,
and you stay here. I don’t think it will take that long,” she said as she slipped off his shirt and stood naked before him. His growl made her realize what she had done. Suddenly a bit self-conscious, she covered herself feeling slightly embarrassed.

“Don’t hide.” She looked up at him, and without her knowing, he stood in front of her. “I want to see all of you. Don’t hide.” He placed her hands down and cupped her breasts before bending to kiss her. It was a sweet one, not like before.

He stepped back and took the shirt she’d had on and tugged it over his head. She found her
bra
but didn’t want to put on dirty panties, so she slid her jeans on without them. His eyebrow went up as if asking her a question. She just smiled before getting dressed. And just like that, she was ready. Michael had her computer, so she didn’t need anything.

“I’m going with you. You can ride with me,” Razor said. He finished by walking out the door.
Grrr, men
. But of course, she got on his bike and sat, making her wince slightly, which only made Razor chuckle.

“Don’t worry, kitten, I’ll kiss it and make it better later.” He started his
beast, and they rode in the dark following the Hellhounds to a secured location.

Faith held onto Razor as they sped into the night. Her arms wrapped around him.

She was a little cold and would have to remember to grab a jacket or sweater next time. However, the rhythmic vibration from Razor’s bike almost lulled her to sleep. But with her holding onto him and the sweet smell of him, it kept her awake enough, or it could have been the rumble of the other bikes that flanked all sides of them. Her brother was being a bit overprotective when it came to her. She ignored him half the time; he acted more like a father than a brother.

They pulled into a warehouse in an area she didn’t know. Everyone stopped their bikes and Razor held his hand out helping her get off the bike carefully. He knew her lady bits were tender. Sex was amazing, mind blowing even, but shit, her poor pussy was worn out.

“Follow us. We have this on lockdown; no one will find us here. We have secured a
line,
and you can send what you need. Our man, Forest, hooked you up. So, do your thing. I’ll get you some coffee.” Michael turned and walked up some weird stairs that housed a smaller office.
Whatever
, she thought as she made her way to the small desk on the side. Her laptop was there and her Kindle. She would make sure to grab that when they left too.

Loading it up, she made sure she had listed names and people involved along with the proof and what was being sold. The only information she didn’t have was the local people helping transport them to the docks where they were being shipped. Somehow, that information was not provided. Just some corporation. Finding the email address to the head of the FBI office in Washington DC, she added all the attachments and started typing out her findings in a brief
summary
.