Toxic — Chapter 7

(Authors note about stories already released.

i know that Ava has gotten confusing. i have Edits on the first 3 chapters waiting to replace what is already there. im sorry its confusing and if i need to, ill just republish it. all of it is in the order that it is intended to be read, though. please have patience with me on that one. however, i know yall are chewing at the bit for the next chapter of Toxic, so here it is.)

Chapter 7

She smiled up at him from the comfort of his lap, catching her breath, her eyes half-lidded and a self-assured smile on her lips, her lip caught between her teeth, in response to his praise. She knew as well as he did that the only reason she wasn't tasting his cum right now was that he had chosen not to finish yet.

He saw that smile and grabbed her chin, using his hand to wipe the precum and saliva from it, his thumb running over her lip, tugging it from between her teeth. He honestly couldn't think when she did that. He slid his thumb between her lips and she nibbled it, making his cock throb against her hot cunt when she sucked it a little. He growled, pushing her down on his length, grinding her on him. Her core was hot and wet through the shorts she wore, even though he hadn't touched her yet.

"Don't fucking smile at me like that." He said, his voice lacking conviction. He watched her nibble and suck on his thumb and it was everything he had not to strip her shorts off her and push her down on his length. He pulled his thumb out of her mouth, grabbing her jaw again.

"You think that because you can deepthroat a cock, you've won something special? That it makes you special?" His hips ground his length against her hot core again, causing both of them to moan. He was being deliberately cruel to them both. He leaned forward, lips brushing her ear, breath tickling her neck.

"Plenty of women have had me in their throats. That's not all I'm looking for." His hand slid between them and his thumb rested against her clit, separated by the thin fabric of her shorts. His fingers played with the waistband, tugging at them with no real attempt to pull them down. He was teasing them both, giving himself time to come down from what she had been doing with her mouth. His thumb sank lower, to the patch of wetness that was forming on the crotch of her shorts.

"Already wet? Just from sucking my cock?" He said it like an accusation, even as his brain was screaming to rip off the shorts and plunge his fingers inside her. It screamed that he should make her fall apart before he sank his cock in her tight pussy. He breathed deeply through his nose. The room already smelled like sex, and she wasn't even undressed.

"Tell me how wet you are. Use your words." He almost begged as he nibbled on her ear, his voice raspy and breathing ragged. He ground up against her again, the precum leaking out of him was adding to the wetness of her shorts. His thumb ground on her clit at the same time as he ground his cock on her core. She gasped, her head back, her tits pressing against her shirt. His lips left her ear, and he watched her squirm on his lap.

"If I--oh!--weren't wearing shorts--" she gasped again, "I'd be dripping--- on your cock!" She managed to say between moans as he ground his thumb on her clit. She was already falling apart. He absolutely loved how responsive she was to his every touch. It made it hard for him to think straight. He laughed darkly as her hands went to his shoulders, and she arched into his touch. Her hips ground down on him again. His breath caught, and his free hand went from her hip down to her right breast, squeezing gently as his fingers found her nipple. Finally, his hands stilled on her. He wanted more. He needed more. He gently pushed her out of his lap so she stood before him while whispering in her ear.

"Show me. Stand up and get undressed. Show me how wet you are for me." He reached down and finally touched his cock. It was harder than he even knew was possible. Bigger too. Bigger than he had ever been in the past. She did this to him. Not her pussy or her mouth. Just her. Just by looking at him, and she was, standing before him, her hair a mess and her clothes disheveled. Her lips were swollen from sucking his cock, and there was a new bruise already forming on her collarbone. When had he done that?

Unsteadily, she stood, bending at the waist to remove her shoes and then her socks. She was going slow, like he had asked. Next came her shirt. She pulled it over her head slowly, and that damn green lace was there again. That lace she had on when Danny had hurt her. He needed to do something with that. Burn it, tear it, destroy it. Make her see she wasn't just free of Danny. She was free and should run away from the whole family...

"Come here." The words were cold. Something in his tone told her not to argue. She stepped closer, and he grabbed her by the front of her bra, bringing her to stand between his knees.

"Take that off and give it to me."

She reached behind her back and unsnapped the bra, suddenly feeling vulnerable. Covering her breasts, she removed the green lace and handed it to him, keeping eye contact with him.

"You are free from him." He tore the lace from one cup, making the garment unwearable. "You belong to no one." He tore the lace from the other cup, leaving it a useless rag. He tossed it across the room towards the trash can, missing. "I never want to see your body covered by any undergarment that I had to take off your almost lifeless body. Are the matching underwear under those?" Motioned to her shorts. She nodded.

"Turn around. I want to see your ass when you take off your shorts. Then you come right back here."

Taking a step back, she found that her mood had changed. Suddenly, she was shy, not knowing where he was going with this. This had started as her seduction, and he had flipped the script. She turned around before taking her hands off her breasts. She could feel how angry the green lace was making him. Slowly, she bent at the waist like she had for taking off her shoes, her motions more cautious this time.

Her fingers hooked in her elastic waistband, and the red and white shorts started sliding over her hips. She heard his breath catch as it slid over her ass, and the green fabric showed. He growled loud enough for her to hear. Angry. She looked over her shoulder at him and saw his hand holding the base of his cock, his eyes glued to her backside. The shorts slid down and pooled at her feet, and as she stood, her hair fell forward, covering almost her entire front, breasts included. Turning around, she bit her lip and looked anywhere but at him. Stepping forward, she returned to the spot she had been standing in between his feet.

His eyes traveled up and down her body. He had a rage in him that was building in his chest. Danny had seen her like this. Had hurt her when she wore those panties. They had to go. His hand shot out, grabbing the front of her panties, and twisting till the strings of the thong snapped, yanking it off her and throwing them in the corner with the bra.

"Never again..." he whispered as he looked at her body. More gently than he thought he was capable of, he brushed her hair back over her shoulders. The last time he had fully seen her like this was when he washed her hair, the night of the attack. She had been covered with the marks of Danny's abuse. New and old bruises and bites. Now though? Now most of the worst of that was gone. All the new marks were from him. Had Danny hated himself when he saw the marks he left, or, like him, did it make him want to make more?

The marks Alex made disgusted him, and yet, knowing how much she had loved every mark? It made him want to mark her more. Had she ever enjoyed when Danny marked her? Is that how it started between them? Rough sex became a rough relationship? Or was he abusive from the start?

The silence between them stretched as he looked at her. Small breasts, maybe a B cup? Narrow waist. Flared hips. He stood, unfolding from the couch to tower over her, taking her hair in one hand and using it as a leash to turn her head up to face him, while pushing her back a few steps so he could see all of her. He swept his gaze down her body and stopped when it rested on her core, a small patch of yellow-gold hair framing her beautiful cunny, glistening with her juices just like she had promised. Fuck, she was so wet...

Alex trailed his fingers down her throat and between her breasts. He kept going till he reached the moisture between her legs, sliding his fingertip along her lips. He didn't part them. Didn't touch her clit, even though he could almost see it, swollen between those slick folds.

Her eyes shot open and stared at the ceiling, her body arching like he had touched her with a live current. The sound that came out of her was strangled, almost caught between her trying not to make a sound and being surprised she was making one, all at once. Her nervous system was humming under her skin and all she could do was hang on. Her hands went to his shoulders as her knees started to give way. She hung there, weight on her hair and his shoulders. Her legs straightened, but not fast enough, to give away the effect what he was doing to her was having.

He looked down at her, almost a full foot shorter than he was. The height difference was obscene. As her knees buckled, he did the only thing he could think to keep her up. He tightened his hand in her hair and shoved his hand between her legs, letting her weight rest on his palm, soaking his hand in an instant. His cock bobbed between them, leaking and forgotten. Her legs straightened almost instantly, and he allowed his middle finger, just one, slide between her folds and swiped it up to her clit, pausing to flick it a little before sliding it in her, all the way, with no warning. This time, when her knees buckled, he was ready and used it to his advantage. He lifted her tiny body by her hair and pussy and walked her backwards to the nearest wall.

"Oh my god, you're fucking soaked..." he growled into her ear as he pushed her against the plaster.

She closed her eyes and melted into him as he pushed a second finger in next to the first, finally rubbing her clit with the knuckle of his thumb. She moaned and her hips rolled on his hand, her weight almost on his thumb knuckle. The same one rolling across her clit. Her lips parted and little gasping noises started coming out, timed with the movement of his hand. When he started curling his fingers in her, she started to lose her mind. The pressure was building already, and she was tightening around his fingers. She whimpered and gasped, clawing at his shoulders.

"Whimpering already? I've barely even touched you. Just wait, I'll make you scream before I'm done with you." He said with a smile as he looked down into her face, finally releasing her hair to pin her throat to the wall. He didn't take her weight with that hand, instead, happy to let her weight rest in the palm of the hand he had between her legs. His lips touched her ear and whispered into it.

"Stand for me, kitten. I don't want to choke you out when I take my hand out..." he said it more gently than he thought he knew how. Her legs straightened and took her weight as he slid his fingers out of her. Her hips tried to follow before he used his wet hand to grab her hip and slam it against the wall, stilling all her little motions. Dipping his hand back between her legs, he scooped up some moisture and started using it to stroke his cock, all the while whispering in her ear.

"Do you know how good you feel? You're so wet for me. I just need to feel you..." he took the head of his cock and rubbed it against her clit, which was swollen and peaking out of her folds now. His eyes slid shut and a groan was ripped out of his throat, against her ear, and it caused a chain reaction in her. The vibrations of his voice made her hips roll and caused the head of his cock to part her folds, catching on her opening. She gasped and moaned, and it caused him to push forward an inch before pulling back from her heat with a gasp of his own.

"No. You don't get to decide how this goes." He went back to stroking himself while she moaned in agony. Her whole body was given over to pleasure, and her brain wasn't hearing words anymore. Finally, he slid two fingers inside her again, curling right away, trying to see how fast he could get her close. Tears sprang to her eyes, locked on the wall behind him, mouth open and gasping. He ground his cock on her leg while fingering her, occasionally reaching down to stroke himself with her slick. It felt like heaven. Finally, he moved his hand from between her legs, just as he felt her start to tighten. Gripping his cock, he slid it between her pussy lips.

"Beg for it." He waited for her mind to clear enough to process his request, all the while, stroking his head against her clit. Her eyes started to clear, and he looked into them, repeating himself quietly. "Beg..."

A small smile graced her lips, and she met his eyes with a look of her own. That smug smile that made him want to spank her. She smiled and said in a small, gasping breath...

"No--never--" some of the fight had come back, and she rolled her hips in a way that almost short-circuited his brain. That grin hit him like a punch in the chest. He stopped rubbing her clit with his cock and pulled it away from her, eliciting a moan of complaint.

"No?" He tilted his head as he looked into her eyes. The word hung between them, like a dark curtain that both were equally thrilled and terrified at the idea of looking behind. Suddenly, he parted her legs with his knee, shoving it against her, her weight transferring to his knee, pussy leaving a huge wet spot on his black jeans. He released her throat and filled that palm with her breast, leaning in and brushing her nipples with his tongue, eliciting a moan.

"Fine, you want to smile at me? Let's see how long that smile lasts..." his answering smile was dangerous. Slowly, he dragged his cock head along her folds, catching on her entrance every time, and every time, sliding past it. He was torturing her, and they both knew it. He knew it because it was equal torture to him too. He was deciding when to push her over. Before entering her or with him when he finally spent inside her? He still didn't know. Maybe both? Yeah, both.

She pulled herself up when she tightened her arms around his neck and buried her face in the hollow of his neck, trying, and failing, to stiffen the noises she made. It didn't work. He started thrusting between her folds, focusing on her clit, deciding to push her over first. He grabbed her leg and pulled it up to hook on his hip. The angle changed, and now his thrusts had him sinking into her the smallest amount. Both of them gasped as her tight, pink, slick pussy stretched around the head of his cock. He hadn't meant to enter her yet, but here they were.

She was tight. She was always tight the first time. Like her tiny body was locking him out. Then she relaxed and he sunk in an inch. They both froze. She was so close that he couldn't get inside her. He reached down and started rubbing her clit with purpose. He wanted to enter her mid-orgasm. He lowered his mouth to her neck and bit her right below her ear, sucking, marking her as his, even though he knew he shouldn't.

"Cum for me, Kitten. Now. Don't you dare tell me no this time..." he growled in her ear. His fingers pressed her clit, grinding and sliding between her folds till he felt her start to shake. There. That was it. That was what he had waited for. He drove his cock into her and thrust fast while his fingers worked between them, bottoming out with every thrust.

That was all it took. She fell apart around him, the leg on his hip curling around his waist and the arms around his neck tightening till she almost came off his cock. Her whole body tightened around him, around his cock, and thrusting was no longer an option. As she shook, she rode up and down and milked him. He was closer than he had realized and couldn't survive her pussy quivering on his cock like that. He thrust up into her again and again, chasing his own release.

"Fuck, I'm so close..." he groaned into her neck, arms going around her hips and back, using her to ride out both of their pleasure. His thrusting was prolonging her release, while simultaneously rushing him to his own. Finally his vision started to white out and he shouted, "NOW!" and spent inside her.

Her head slammed back against the plaster as his release triggered her to go again and they both cried out together. There was a cracking sound. The plaster had cracked. His hand flew up to the back of her head. Even in his current state, he was protecting her.

Finally, he stopped thrusting into her, and they both panted, catching their breath. Her leg uncoiled from around his waist, and she slid off his softening cock, sliding all the way to the floor. He didn't have the ability to stop her, so he simply sunk to his knees beside her, both settling against the wall, breathing hard. He looked over at her, checking the back of her head where it lay against the wall next to him. She sat in a puddle of her own juices and his cum. He could see it leaking out of her.

"Is your head okay?" He asked quietly.

"Yeah. My head is fine." She let out a breath with a chuckle. Her eyes were closed, her head tilted back so he could see the new marks he left on her.

Alex reached over and touched the mess between her legs. "We need to get cleaned up. I have a job to be at in... " he looks at his phone, "shit. Dante will be here in 30 mins to pick me up. I need to make some calls." He stands up and walks over to his cigarettes and lights one, heading for the bathroom. The sound of water filters out to Marta in the living room, still catching her breath.

Inside the bathroom, Alex grabbed a washcloth and washed himself. Then he washed it out with hot water before bringing it to Marta, still on the floor. Kneeling down, he takes a good look at her, holding out the cloth. She was still shaking a little, and her breathing was almost back to normal. He slid his hand behind her neck, and her eyes opened as he started wiping her face, all the spit and precum coming off on the warm, wet cloth. She sighed and kept looking at him like a golden-haired goddess who had just woken up from a 100-year sleep. She smiled up at him, and he smiled back. Something had shifted between them.

"Can you clean yourself, kitten?" He asked with a cocky grin. "Or would you prefer I carry you to the tub?"

She placed both hands on his shoulders, and he stood, helping her to her feet and handing her the cloth.

"I'd offer to clean you myself, but then Dante would definitely kill us both. Besides, what kind of bodyguard gets his charge killed because he is too busy with his head between her legs..." he said, holding her gaze till she blushed and looked away. Good. He needed her unsteady, because he certainly was. This was bad and he knew it. Knew it and didn't care anymore. He leaned down and did the one thing he had never done when she was awake enough to feel it. He kissed the top of her head and pulled her into his arms. Just for a moment. Just long enough for their breathing to sync up and their heart rates to settle the rest of the way. Then he took a step back and took a drag of his cigarette, turning to the neat pile of his clothes. As he got dressed, and she cleaned the mess between her legs, he spoke to her.

"Tonight will be a late night. If you wouldn't mind leaving some leftovers in the microwave for me, I'd appreciate it." He said it quietly, like he had never asked another living soul for something as simple as a cold dinner. That was because he hadn't, not since he was a kid. This was new for him. Trusting someone else with his needs. He didn't look at her but it didn't matter. He heard it in her voice. The genuine sound of a woman who wanted to take care of someone.

"Of course! Don't I always?"

It was true. There had been plenty of nights after he got back from a job and instead of coming home to a dark and empty apartment, he came home to light and warmth and the smell of home cooking. The first night it happened, he had pulled out a frozen meal--his usual go-to--and when he opened the microwave, there was a plate with a note. "I'm not used to cooking for just me and I made too much. I hope you like it. Thank you for everything." It had been spaghetti and meatballs. Simple food, but the second his nose smelled it, he was sitting in his mom's kitchen, a child again.

"Yeah, I guess you do." He turned around and graced her with a small, shy smile. "This doesn't change anything." He cleared his throat, his boxers on and his pants around his ankles, about to pull them up. He did so and turned around, tucking his shirt in and putting his holster on, gun in it. "We--look, we can't be a couple. You deserve better than me. But, I guess roommates isn't so bad... for now. Just while we deal with Danny. But then you go home." He walked up to her tiny frame and tilted her head back with one finger on her chin. "You get the hell out of this life. Away from Danny, away from the family, and away from me. Do you hear me?" He said it softly. Not harshly like he always had before. Like he was begging her to stay safe.

"Yes." She gulped, tears springing to the corners of her eyes. "I hear you." Her eyes darted away from his. She blinked rapidly. She was lying. She heard alright, but she clearly didn't want to obey. That was fine. He would see her safe and far from this city, if it was the last damn thing he did.

He stepped away from her and grabbed the bag he had packed when they had planned to leave, before Dante had shown up.

"I have to go. We can talk about this later. Don't leave. I trust Dante's men not to come in, but I don't trust them if you choose to leave this apartment. Please don't make me have to kill anyone tonight. I'm already going to be exhausted when I get home..." he smiled a cocky little grin, winked, pulled open the door, and was gone.

On the other side of the door, he put his head against the wood, listening to her lock the deadbolt behind her. Good girl.

"You are going to get me killed, do you know that?" He muttered to no one.

Finally, he pushed off the door and headed for the black town car waiting out front.