Teaser from Shadowing Me (Unedited)
A
look into Chapter One
Subject
to change as rewrites may happen.
Chapter One
I slam harder into this nameless face's mouth, willing
and begging her to gag on my cock. I need to inflict some pain. It’s true I’m a
sadist. Not a sick ass sadist. I just need to cause a little pain in order to
cum. I don’t have a fucked up tragic past that makes me the way I am. I just
need it to release. Regular fucking doesn’t do it for me. I found that out when
I was fifteen and I wrapped my arm around my girlfriend’s neck, choking her as
we both came. She was shocked, yet she didn’t run away. She simply got dressed,
hopped on over to her piece of shit computer, and waited for the slowass
internet to dial up. She then Googled my need to choke her to cum. We
researched for hours upon hours until we figured it out. I was indeed a motherfucking
sadist. She was my best friend and gently let me down, telling me she could no
longer see me. That shit broke my heart. We had been fucking one another since
the age of thirteen, and when I choked her, I knew it scared the living shit
outta her. Who could blame her? I sure the fuck couldn’t. Once I figured out
that was exactly what I needed to get off, I started seeking out older women. Women
that knew what I needed. I’ve fucked and hurt countless women, and they enjoyed
that shit. See, this bitch that has my cock in her mouth right now just isn’t
doing it for me. I shove away from her and start cursing at her for being in a
club she doesn’t understand. Everyone knows what I need here.
Dammit.
She cries that she doesn’t understand, and I zip my pants,
pat her gently on the shoulder, and tell her to do some research. I’m clearly
not in the mood to try again with another nameless cunt so I say my goodbyes to
my best friend. He happens to own this club, and my President and his wife are
about to take it out and he has no fuckin’ clue. As I walk out and the fresh
air hits my face, I breathe it in deep, welcoming the feeling into my lungs. I
felt like I was suffocating in there. There isn’t anything worse than being
tortured by your own fuckin’ downfall. I straddle my bike, start her up, and
head to the clubhouse, praying I don’t run into Tatiana. I want that girl bad,
so fucking bad, but not even she can get my dick hard unless I think about
tying her up and putting some welts to her. I just know she’s waiting for me. Something
in my bones can feel it when I pull into the clubhouse parking lot. I light up
a joint and make my way to the building. As soon as I open the door, walk
through the hall, and start taking the steps up to my new room… I get the scent
of sex. I fling open my door and the doobie falls outta my mouth, hitting my
new carpet. I can’t even think about Winter kicking my ass for burning a hole
in my new carpet because the beautiful, sexy, young Tatiana is naked on my bed.
I kick the door shut and stomp on my joint as I watch the show she’s putting on
for me. Her small delicate fingers work her clit around and around as her eyes
stare directly into mine. Her breathing is heavy and by her smell, I know she’s
about to cum. She’s about to cum so hard, but what throws me off is my dick
starts twitching in my jeans and that snaps me outta my Tatiana induced coma.
“T… whatcha doing’ here darlin?” I laugh, barely making
it seem as if she’s affected me.
She grins at me. Her eyes twinkle with mischief and I
know she’s up to no good. I know Tatiana so well; I just know my bitch is
trying to make a point.
“Oh, Shadow baby, I’m about to cum so hard. That’s what
I’m doing’ here.” She answers, her breath ragged, full of sex.
I watch. Fuck do I watch. I’ve wanted this girl since I
watched her plop down on the couch in the old clubhouse and eye fuck me like no
one’s business.
“Say… T… darlin’,” she begs.
I grin and push my shades up to the top of my head and
cross my arms. She wants to play games. I’ll play.
“T… darlin’,” I breathe out huskily.
And that’s when it happens. That’s when my devilish,
curious girl let’s go, cumming all over my bed. Her chest heaves up and down
for a few moments before she stands, snatches up her dress and throws it on. I’m
still fuckin’ dazed as to why she just did this.
“Why?” I smirk.
She gracefully walks over to me, placing her hand on my half-hard
cock and murmurs into my ear. “Because now when you lie down in your bed every
night… You’re gonna think about laying with my cum. You’re gonna think about me
touching myself, and how badly you wanted to be the one to do it.”
Fuck
Me.
Stay
tuned for more info on Shadowing Me, releasing after Resenting Me.
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MY ALL TIME FAVORITE SCENE OUT OF MY SERIES SO FAR IS...
Midway through Chapter 31 and Chapter 32 in Withstanding Me. Be advised 18 and older.
“STORM?”
Mason.
“I’m here,” I croak, my voice
hoarse. He enters the doorway and drops down in front of me. I’m gasping for
air, and he surveys the room. “Oh shit baby. You fought; you fucking fought
back.”
I nod my head yes, as I rub my
throat. “Tatiana.” I gasp and take off on my hands and knees until I can get
upright.
“MACE,” I scream out hoarsely.
Oh god, oh god.
“We’re back here,” Mace yells back.
When I stumble through the door of
the room, I stop, and Mason slams into my back.
“It’s not our blood.” Mace answers
quickly and points to the right. “It’s that motherfucker’s.”
Berry, Rap, and Winter. I take off,
bounding down the steps, one floor after another. When I hit the landing, my
ankle almost gives out as I run and bang on the bathroom door. Rap calls back that
everything is okay and I fly towards the utility closet.
“ANGEL,” Braxxon roars.
“She’s in here,” I call back as I
work to remove all the shit I threw on top of the crawl space door.
Both Mason and Braxxon run up to the
door. “Where the fuck is she?” Braxxon curses at me.
“I locked her in the damn crawl
space. She was trying to play fucking Rambo.”
Braxxon pushes me outta the way, and
when Mason picks me up by my arms, I give way and start bawling. Fuck, what a
nightmare.
“It’s okay.” Mason croons.
“No it’s not. I couldn’t figure out
the safety on Sniper’s gun,” I gasp through my tears. “I almost died. That’s
not okay.”
Mason stiffens beneath me.
“WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING?”
Winter yells as Braxxon helps her outta the crawlspace. “GOING AROUND SAVING
EVERYONE BUT YOUR OWN FUCKING SELF.”
He stiffens more beneath me.
“I… I promised Mason that I wouldn’t
let anything happen to them.”
Rap and Berry come out of the
bathroom. “Storm threw us into the tub, and took off after Tatiana, Mace, and Winter.”
Mason pulls away and stares at me.
“She tried strangling the Russian
that was trying to rape me too,” says Tatiana while coming down the other side
of the hall.”
Motherfuck.
“I FUCKING PROMISED,” I scream,
jerking away from Mason and walking towards the downstairs couch.
“Storm,” Mason growls low as he sits
beside me. “What are they talking about?”
“Don’t ask me to make promises, and
then not expect me not to fulfill them, Mason,” I say while rubbing at my neck.
I lift my fingers and see blood.
Hearing the sirens, I cringe. Fuck,
all this, and now the cops?
“What did I fuckin’ tell you about
your life meaning just as much as theirs?”
I look into his brown eyes and say.
“They’re important to you, so they’re important to me.”
He flinches. “You’re important to me
too Storm, not just them.”
I say nothing. I just blink and lay
my head back. I’m too emotional to be sharing feelings right now.
“Wait. Where’s Piper?” I fling
myself up.
Mason puts his hand on my chest.
“She’s fine. Sniper found her hiding in one of the cars.”
I let out a breath before realizing
two other people are missing. “Bom-Bom? Creamy?”
Shadow snorts. “Those bitches took
off.”
Good for them.
“I’m so fuckin’ pissed at you,”
Winter hisses behind me.
“Get over it. Your ass is pregnant.”
I’m tired of this shit.
“LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE. ALL OF YOU.
SEND THE FUCKING COPS TO MY ROOM.”
And I walk my pissed off ass up the
stairs to my room.
***
Chapter 32
ZZ’s POV
The following afternoon…
I’ve left Storm alone. She needs
time. I think. But I gave her last night after the cops and coroner left; I
also gave her this morning. If she wasn’t hurting and pissed off at everyone,
we’d be celebrating the fact we had no casualties for the first time. This
woman put her life on the line for my entire family. Not once thinking about
herself. That is straight up fucking love. I knock on her door, and push it
open when I hear her sniffling.
“I’m not mad at you ZZ; you can go
away now.” She mumbles from the bed, and the breath rushes from my lungs. I
feel my heart pound fast when she calls me ZZ.
This isn’t happening. She’s not fucking
pushing my ass away now. I kick off my boots and crawl into the bed beside her.
I wrap my arms and legs around her and nuzzle my chin into the crook of her
neck. “It guts me when you call me that.”
She sniffles some more. “I don’t
know what you want from me. You ask me to protect them, and I did. Then you get
mad at me.”
Jesus Christ she’s killin me. I
loosen my hold, and rolling her onto her back, I lay on top of her. I run my
fingers through her bangs and then look down into her eyes. I try to keep my
focus off of her neck. It’ll just piss me off. “I didn’t think you would take
it that far Storm. No matter what, I always want you to take care of yourself
too. Always.” Her blue eyes blink at me.
“The Russians you went after?”
Of course, she tries changing the
subject. I don’t know what this shit is where she’s not wanting to share her
feelings now, but it’s pissing me off.
“The rest left; they’re not coming
back. Stop changin the fuckin’ subject.”
She shrugs underneath me and I slump,
placing my chin in between her tits. I’ve really got to fix this.
“I love you.”
She gasps and then starts pushing me
away.
What the fuck?
“You don’t fucking love me,” she
screams jumping up from her bed. “You don’t say shit like that.”
Jesus what did I do?
She throws a glass of pop at me,
drenching me from head to toe. What the hell?
“Storm, stop,” I say calmly as I
shrug outta my cut and fling the damn pop off.
“NO. TAKE IT BACK.”
Oh, for fucks sake.
“Not happening darlin. I love you,
plain and simple. Deal with it.”
A candle flies at my head, and I
duck. Shit, she’s on fire.
“TAKE. IT. BACK.” She seethes.
“No.”
What is this shit? I withstand her;
she withstands me? I’m sick of it.
“You only think you love me because
I keep saving our fuckin’ family.”
I start moving for her, and she
starts back away.
“What the fuck do you think you’re
doing?”
I shake my head with a laugh. “That
right there is one of the reasons I love you.”
She stops moving. “What reason?”
“Because you just called my family
yours babe. That’s one of my reasons.”
She gasps and starts backing away
again. What the fuck is this going to take?
“I love you.” I say again.
“STOP FUCKING SAYING IT.”
Oh, fuck it.
I advance on her. If I have to use force,
I will. I slam her back against the wall and cover her mouth with my hand as I
lock her between the wall and me. Her blues eyes widen with shock. “I fuckin’
love you, Storm. I fuckin’ love you hard, baby. Deal with it. I love every
single thing about you. Your tiny little figure, your black and blonde hair,
that cute little nose stud, those pouty little lips, those big blue eyes, the
way you love me, the way you love our family.
You’re not giving up. I won’t let you. You once told me that’d I fall in love,
and it would be with you. You remember that?” She nods under my hand. “You took
me, a man that didn’t do love, and you owned me Storm. You fuckin’ own me.” I
remove my hand and her body flings into mine, her hands moving quickly tugging
off my shirt. “I love you.” I need to hear her fucking say it.
“I love you, too,” she cries,
unbuckling my jeans. Thank fuck.
Our clothes fly everywhere and we
collide, gasping and pulling at one another, bare skin to bare skin. My heart’s
pounding a hundred miles an hour as I toss her onto her dresser. I smack her
thighs and dig my fingers into her skin as I drag her to the edge and ram into
her.
“FUCK.”
Her head leans against the wall
behind her, her tits bouncing as I thrust in and out of her. She looks so
fucking gorgeous with my cock buried deep. “Tell me you love me,” she moans.
SHIT.
I groan as her walls suffocate my
cock. “I love you.”
Her ankles dig into my ass, pulling
me in deeper. I look in between us and watch as her pussy sucks my cock in and
out. It’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. My cock covered in her
juices. I pull out and drop to my knees.
“What are you—?”
Her voice muffles out as my tongue
thrusts into her pussy. She tastes so fucking good. “Ride my face, baby,” I
groan biting her clit.
“Oh god, don’t fucking stop. Don’t fucking
stop.”
Her hips start moving in a wave as I
work her with my tongue. I bring two fingers up to my mouth and suck on them. I
return my mouth to her aching pussy and round her puckering lips with my
fingers, shoving them in.
“FUCK.”
I don’t stop; I know she likes ass
play. I continue to pump my fingers in and out of her as she rides my face. She
starts shaking beneath me. She’s about to come and I want to be inside her when
she does. I back up, stand, and replace my mouth with my cock, continuing to
fuck her ass with my fingers as her cunt sucks at my dick. I lean in and take
her mouth with mine. She licks and sucks her juices off my face, and her pussy
grabs ahold of me so fucking tight I can’t hold it in any longer.
“COME,” I groan into her mouth, and
she does, fuck does she. I bite her lower lip as I shoot inside of her. I
remove my fingers and drop my head to her neck, kissing it softly as we both
try to catch our breath.
After a few minutes of silence, she
finally whispers, “You really love me?”
I lean up and look at her as I ram
my limp dick inside of her playfully. “Yeah.” I say, and for the first time today,
she smiles.
Crystal Spears has always had a passion for literature. She fell in love
with reading at an early age. After spending a decade in business
management, she began blogging and book reviewing, only to find that
that didn't satisfy her craving. So, she began to write. Like any Indie
out there,
she had goals and dreams. She wrote Talania - a trip down memory lane,
a beautiful, contemporary romance novel. It almost made it to the top,
just almost. Someone told Crystal to write what she knew. She gave
serious thought to that advice.
For many years, her father had been CEO of a well-known gun and surplus
store in Texas. He then bought a tattoo shop where Crystal found herself
surrounded by bikers. Hardcore bikers. The Bestselling Breakneck Series was born when Crystal decided to write what she knows. Don't get the wrong idea. Her Breakneck series is completely fictional, but based on things seen and heard, she now had a place to start writing from that knowledge. Seize Me
was hardcore, and Crystal became the writer known as the chick with no
boundaries. She took the critics the wrong way and made her next
bestseller Withstanding Me a little tamer. Readers were quick to
point out that they did not like that and demanded that Crystal return
to gritty writing. When asked if she would write gritty from now on, her
only answer was… “I'll write what my readers want me to write, and I'll
also write what I feel.”
Crystal resides in Indiana with her soon-to-be husband and their two
children. They have a pit named Dozer, two fish, and one fancy rat. They
enjoy the outdoors, and camp, fish, and go boating as much as possible.
But, while the soon-to-be husband is out hunting this winter, Crystal
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Crystal is a perfect example of never giving up on a dream or a goal.
Her goal was to publish a book; her dream was to become a bestseller.
She did both of these, and now, she feels that she’ll never regret
leaving business management to become a writer. She stays humble, loves
meeting new people, and is extremely excited to be a part of so many
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