Razor's Mark: (Marked Book 1) (17 page)

When he was finally seated inside of her fully, he held still. Not moving, just looking at her. The look was hot, heady with his desire for her. He made her feel wanton, desired, lustful, yet safe and cherished in a way no one ever had. With his eyes locked on her, he
pulled out and slid easily back into her ass. The feeling was alien and made her feel full, but it did things to her. Made her want more.

“Please,” she begged.

“Please what, kitten?” He smirked at her.

“Move, something. I need to come. I need…”

“I know what you need.” He leaned over her staying buried inside as he kissed her long, hard, and deep. “You need to be fucked raw. I want you to remember me when this is over and think of me when you read those books. It was me that fucked your hot little cunt, and it’s me now fucking your tight ass. No one else. Only me,” he growled before biting her lower lip.

She couldn’t stop her moan as he
pulled out while he held onto the side of the chair. That was when he picked up speed. Their sweat-soaked skin made smacking sounds as he pounded her with steady thrusts. As he held onto the chair, he moved one hand and started strumming her clit with small,
well placed
circles as he fucked her dark hole.

She couldn’t hold on anymore, the feeling was overwhelming, and she screamed out his name as he gave her everything he had; pounding
into her so hard the chair moved forward and away from him.

He came quickly and loudly, calling her name as he emptied himself inside her. His head rested on her chest as they both panted and waited to cool down. There was no going back after him. He’d officially ruined her for all other men.

*****

Faith tried to sit still,
but her bottom was still sore from the day before. Maybe that was a good thing. It seemed to calm Razor down
some, and they both slept like the dead afterward
.

Looking at the clock, she noted it was dinnertime. No time like now to start cooking. She figured they had about two more days before Michael showed up with
news
. Until then, she was enjoying the time she had to get to know Razor. After all, how lucky can one girl be to get stuck with a hot man who knew how to make her body tingle in ways she could have never imagined.

Finally,
day seven had come. There were times when it seemed that no matter what they did, he was either bored out of his mind or enjoying the solitude. Faith helped a lot with all that. She seemed to know when he started to get wound up. Never in his life was there ever a woman so attuned to his needs. Sure, he was an ass to everyone, but she seemed to understand him and either called him on his shit or went with it.

And the sex. Hell, his dick had never been so happy. He had taken her in various places all over the house, in many different positions, and he was always coming up with something new. She challenged him; made him want more.

Maybe after this was all over
she would still want to see him. He wasn’t going to let her go. Razor had already made up his mind that she needed a damn keeper. Her mind worked in ways many
other’s
didn’t. She would slip into Wonderland when she was stuck on something and who knew what would happen if someone didn’t snap her out of it. The thought made him sick to his stomach.

“So Michael and the rest of the Hellhounds should be here today or tomorrow. Not sure the day they were to do it or what they were to do. It sucks not having the news,” Faith said.

Yeah, didn’t he know it.
He also needed to get ahold of Sparkle. Who knew what was going on at the shop. There wasn’t
a doubt
in his mind that he still had a job, but his appointments didn’t know that. He had several people coming in to finish things up. Sure, the others could do it, but it wasn’t his work.

“Yeah, maybe they could bring more coffee. Hell, even more booze. Think we drank the last of it last night,” he joked, because it wasn’t her, it was him.

“Ha, ha, ha. I wish we could leave. I know this must be driving you nuts.” They had talked a lot. There were so many things they had in
common, yet they were worlds apart.

“Okay, we need to talk about something because I don’t have any other books to read.”

“No books, how can that be?” he said mockingly. He knew she had been reading on and off since they arrived at the safe house.

“No internet to connect to and download more. I think me reading as much as I have been
is a record.”

“Okay fine, what do you want to talk about?” He started to munch on some of the nuts they had found.

“I don’t know.
Oh,
I got it. If you were to do something on me what would it be?”

“Something? What like a piercing or tattoo?”

“Yeah, which would you do and where?” Hmm, this did send his mind running. So many things he would love to do on her, but she was pure and sweet and extremely innocent compared to most people.

“As much as I would love for you to get your nipples or tongue pierced, it wouldn’t be you.”

“My tongue?” She seemed confused.

“Yeah, it’s hot. I should get mine done now. But the feeling of you sucking me off with a little ball on that wicked tongue would be fucking hot.” Shit, now he was the one squirming in his seat.

“Yeah,
that sounds, umm, nice. But you’re
right; it
’s not me. And the other piercings, well, you know, I’m
kinda
sensitive already.” He watched as she blushed.

“Oh, I know, kitten. I know.” He gave her a wicked grin. Her nipples were his favorite pastime.

“Okay, so umm, that leaves what, a tattoo?”

“Yeah, you could handle one. A small one. Maybe on your back or hipbone. Small and cute would suit you.”

“What if I want something bigger?”

“I don’t think you could handle it.” He lifted her shirt and rubbed an area he knew would make her squirm. “Right here, I would mark you.”

“There?”
Her voice became raspy.

“Oh, yeah. It would hurt, but not too bad. I would distract you.”

“Okay. So what would I, umm, be getting?”

“That’s the tricky part. There are so many things you could do. Maybe a computer,” her nose stitched
up; she
didn’t like that idea. “I won’t do a plain butterfly or stars or the small stupid shit everyone else has.” No, he would never mark her that way. When he did mark her flawless skin, it would be something that fit her, and was for her and her alone.

“Okay. But I like girly stuff too.”

“I know, kitten, but you can get those later.” He continued to rub small circles on her skin. He knew he was getting to her.

“So if you had your wicked way?” she raised an eyebrow up at me. Oh, she was playing with him, huh.

“Well, let’s see. Maybe I could put a-” he was cut off by the sounds of bikes rolling up. Seemed that their fun time was going to be interrupted.
He told her to go to the backroom like
they had planned before. He made sure to hand her a smaller gun; one she would be able to handle if she needed it.

The bikes slowed to a stop. He waited behind the counter; gun held out, ready to shoot if need be. The other guns were taped in various areas around the house. It was just another fun game they played. Nothing like hide and seek to bring out various thoughts.

The sound of the door opening and voices yelling had him standing ready.

“Yo
, Razor, it’s us. Come on out. We have a situation.” He listened to the voice he knew, but couldn’t place.

“Who the hell is there?” He didn’t want to take any chances.

“Skull. Look, Merlin is hurt.” He turned to see four guys standing with various food items and looking like shit. Some of them had scratches and smelled of cigarettes and booze. Looks like they had a long night.

“Got any coffee?” he asked as he clicked on the safety and slid the gun behind his jeans.

“Yeah, but we might need something stronger,” Skull said. The other men were Candy Man, Crank, and Cracker Jack.

Faith waited until Razor came and got her. She didn’t know what the hell was taking so long. But if something was wrong, he would have yelled or something.

Instead, she opened the door and heard voices.

“So what do we tell Faith?”

“Let me tell her.” It was Razor talking to someone.

“But she would want to see him.” Again, the voice she knew, but couldn’t put a name to it. Knowing that it had to be someone okay, she walked into the hall and saw the Hellhounds. Well, some of them. Where was her brother?

“Where’s Michael?” She didn’t need a degree to figure out something had happened. Her chest started to tighten up as her heart started to seize with panic.

“Now calm down, kitten. He’s not dead. He’s just hurt.”

“Shot actually. In the stomach. Doc managed to pull the bullet out and patch him up,” someone to the left said, looking down at his feet.

“He was shot. Oh,
my
God, I need to go to him. I need to make sure he’s okay. Is he at the hospital? Tell me what happened.” Her questions were firing faster than she could even process. Her brother was hurt, because of her.

“No, you need to calm the fuck down.” Razor now had her attention. He seemed to know she was starting to freak
out and kept her focus solely on him.

“Someone talk; say something,” she was now yelling as tears welled in her eyes.

“Sit down and we’ll explain.” This one she did know. He was Skull, the VP of the Hellhounds. She
complied
, sitting next to Razor. Skull looked at her for a long moment before he spoke.

“As you know, we’ve been working on trying to eliminate the threat to you, but it seems no matter what we do someone is always a step ahead. However, we felt it was necessary to just take them all out. Once the threat was
gone,
we could focus on the whole crazy mess you got roped into.” She wanted to speak and protest. She didn’t get roped into
anything; shit happened,
and she just found the information. It wasn’t her fault the higher ups
wanted cash in their pockets at the expense of our troops.

“Anyway, we hit the Tomb Riders compound. It was pretty easy to enter, but it was a ploy. As we got in deep, we were hit
with
heavy gunfire. We managed to kill just about
everyone, but a
few managed to get away. Merlin went after one, Meathead, the VP, when he got cornered. He was outgunned and took a hit. He’s stable, and Doc is patching him up at our compound, but it was touch and go for a bit.”

Faith just looked at him; she
knew her look was blank and expressionless. She had been that way ever since she was a kid. If something was too overwhelming, she would close down and tune the world out. Michael always seemed to find a way to snap her out of it, but he was hurt.
No
, not just hurt. Shot. He’d been shot because of her. She needed to focus and find out what she could do about it.

“What is going to happen now?” So many unanswered questions, she just didn’t know.

“Right now, you lay low here. We have Merlin at the club under lockdown. It’s safer for him there. We will come get you when it’s time to move. We think the Tomb Riders will stay downwind for a bit. They’re licking their wounds right now.” Skull stood and shook Razor’s hand. It seemed as if things were moving in the right direction.

“Oh wait, has there been any word about the email I sent? I gave them the club’s number so it was a number that wouldn’t be easily traced to anything but the business.”

“Yeah, actually Sully took the call. Seems that you sent it to the right person. Something about a mole being
exposed,
and now there’s a big blowout. Oh, and the same thing we told you; stay low.”

“Thanks, guys. Oh, and please stay safe.” She didn’t want to have to worry that more people were getting hurt because of her.

“We always do our best.” Skull
winked
at her before they all left. It felt like hours, but in reality, it was about ten minutes before Razor picked her up and carried her down the hall.

“Umm, what are you doing?” She didn’t want to play right now.

“Bath.” Oh, he was putting her in a bath. That was nice. As Razor took her to the bathroom, she heard the water already running. She hadn’t even noticed that he’d left. A small glass of what looked like
lemonade,
probably spiked with vodka, sat on the side with her Kindle. Razor lowered her down before stripping her out of the clothes she was wearing, and then like a small child, gently placed her in the bath.

“Now relax. He’s fine; everything is going to be fine. Looks like there’s a light at the end of the tunnel.” He kissed the top of her head, which was unlike
him,
before he pulled the door shut and left her to her thoughts. She needed to get her bearings back.

Taking a long drink of her lemonade, she closed her eyes and pretended for just one minute that it was just her and Razor on vacation. She just needed to lay low for another week. She could do that; after all, Razor was getting pretty creative with research.