Damaged Locke (Locke Brothers,1) Read online

  I feel myself go higher, the root of his cock stroking my clit, the weight of his hand on my neck getting me off.

  And then he’s gently biting my shoulder, soft at first, but with more force the faster his thrusts become. Just when I think I’m going to climax, he pulls out, flips me over, and smacks my ass.

  At this point I don’t care if Melissa can hear me.

  He spanks me hard, the blood rushing to the surface, no doubt my skin becoming ruby red. And then he’s pushing my thighs apart, thrusting back into me, and fucking me like a madman.

  I grab the sheets, curl my hands around the material, and let myself feel it all.

  God, he’s so big, so fierce. He thrusts in and out, hard and fast, hitting this deep part of me that has my toes curling and my body feeling as if it’s on fire.

  Grunting, he presses his hand on the center of my back, making me take all of him.

  I feel myself going higher, know I’m going to come. Then it hits me almost like a distant memory, like a dream. He isn’t wearing a condom. But in this moment I can’t even find it in myself to care.

  The youngest Locke brother is inside of me, proving just how fucking rough and raw he is, and it feels too damn good.

  “Come on, baby, fucking come for me. I want to fucking hear it.” He thrusts deep inside me. “Let me feel this tight little cunt clenching around me, sucking at my cock, needing that cum.”

  His hand on my back hurts, but it also feels incredible.

  And just like that, because he demands I let go, I get off, my body shaking as I dig my nails into his arm, most likely drawing blood.

  This doesn’t make him stop though.

  He pumps harder and faster, his balls slapping my clit, his dominance making me wetter, needier with each thrust.

  “That’s it. Fuck.” He gives my ass a hard smack. “This is only the fucking beginning. You’re mine. Only mine.”

  He buries his cock in me, and I know he’s coming. I can feel him filling me up, sense it slipping out from where we are connected.

  My thighs are sticky with his cum, the sheet damp below me. I know I’ll have bruises come morning, bite marks to prove he claimed me.

  And all I can think is that I want more.

  I need more.

  ASTON

  Fuck, how I love watching my cum drip from her tight little pussy and cover the bed below her, showing her she’s mine.

  Nothing has ever even come close to feeling this damn good, making me feel alive. And I know the moment I leave here, that all I will feel is the emptiness that swallows me whole.

  But that’s what I’m used to. That dark, empty feeling that consumes me.

  It’s how I live, how I survive.

  It’s how I stay alive . . . feel alive.

  It’s not something that can be changed so damn easily, no matter how fucking badly I wish it was so.

  Standing from the bed, I look down at Kadence’s naked, flushed body. I watch the rapid rise and fall of her chest as she looks up at me while fighting to catch her breath.

  Her legs are still spread for me, her sweaty body on display for my viewing as if she’s letting me know she’s mine.

  The cum dripping from between her beautiful legs already confirmed that, and we both know it.

  Walking over to the window, I open it and pull out a cigarette, lighting it and inhaling a long drag as the night air hits my naked flesh.

  Her gaze roams over my body as I stand here, taking in every hard inch of me as if she can’t believe I just took her. It’s like she can’t believe that I just fucked her so good that the neighbors no doubt heard her cries of pleasure.

  No doubt her roommate heard, as well.

  I know I should be leaving now. Should be walking out that damn door and hiding in the solitude of my basement, but I don’t want to.

  Not tonight. Not while her body is covered with my scent . . . my sweat mixed with hers.

  Taking one last drag, I snub it on the ledge and toss the cigarette out the window and close it.

  I tilt my head when she gets ready to reach for something to clean off with. “Don’t.”

  Locking eyes with her, I crawl back into her bed and roughly pull her body against mine.

  Fuck, she smells like me. That has the possessive side rising up in me.

  The little moan that escapes her lips is enough to let me know she wants me here just as badly as I want to be here.

  “I want me all over your fucking body till morning.” I drag my teeth over her sweaty neck and growl before whispering in her ear. “I want my cum inside you, Kadence. I want you to remember the way I fucked you and claimed you while you sleep.”

  She doesn’t say anything.

  She doesn’t have to.

  KADENCE

  I wonder how long Aston will stay. I don’t want him to go, but I also know that maybe this won’t last.

  Maybe what I feel isn’t what he feels?

  He pulls me close, this possessiveness coming from him.

  “What happened?” I find myself asking, wanting to know about the scars, wanting to know his truth. I reach out and touch the closest scar to me, one that’s across his tight abs.

  He pulls away, lying on his back, staring at the ceiling. His jaw is clenched, his focus seeming intense.

  “I’m sorry,” I whisper, knowing I probably crossed a line.

  “It’s good.” He looks at me. “I don’t know if telling you about all this shit is the right thing. I’ll scare the shit out of you, if I haven’t done so already.”

  I push myself up, not caring that I’m naked. I don’t care about anything but this moment.

  He turns and faces me, pulls me in tightly, and I know that no matter what he says, I’m not going anywhere.

  I want Aston.

  I want to be owned by him completely.

  ASTON

  Shit, she wants to know about my scars, about how I got them. I am one cruel motherfucker to anyone who crosses me, but a part of me wants to be . . . gentle with her.

  A part of me wants to tread lightly. I’ve never felt like that before. I’ve never given two fucks about what anyone thought.

  If they are stupid enough to ask about us, they get the cold, brutal truth. They find out the hard way who we are.

  “My parents were worthless. They were druggies, and we’d have dealers come to the house frequently.” I run my hand along one of the stab wounds I got that night. The one across my abs. “My parents pissed a dealer off. It was a deal gone wrong, and he killed them.” I exhale, that night flashing through my mind. I stare at her and look into her eyes, wondering what she’s thinking right now. “Then the dealer turned that knife on me, meant to kill me.”

  I have to give her credit; she doesn’t look shocked or scared.

  “And that’s why the Lockes are this way?”

  I don’t speak for a few seconds, not giving a fuck that my parents are in the ground.

  “That’s why my brothers are so protective of me. That’s why we are so tight with each other and don’t let anyone fuck with us.”

  “Do you miss them?”

  How will she feel when I tell her I don’t give a shit about my parents? “Our parents were worthless pieces of shit. They deserved what they got and more. Them being dead doesn’t even begin to make up for the damage they did to me and my brothers. All the physical and mental hurt they caused us growing up.” I feel rage and darkness creep up on me, transforming me, making me feel whole.

  I feel its icy fingers stroke my skin, taking hold of my black heart, and squeezing. This is what I live for, and I will never back down from it.

  I’ll never let it leave me.

  If Kadence wants to be in my life, she needs to see every cruel, heartless, and black part of my fucking soul.

  “If they were assholes and hurt you and didn’t care for you the way they should, good, they deserved what they got.”

  I’m pretty fucking stunned by her words.

  “B
ut I’m sorry you went through that, had to deal with it all.”

  “It made us stronger.” I sit up and start grabbing my clothes. I don’t want to go, but I remember I have to go help my brothers.

  They’ll track my ass down if they have to, and it won’t be pretty for anyone.

  As much as I want to stay here and fuck Kadence until she can’t walk straight, I have to go.

  Just as I get the last of my clothes on, there’s a knock on the bedroom door.

  I see Kadence immediately stiffen.

  “Kadence?” the roommate calls out. “Are you okay?”

  “Shit,” Kadence says under her breath. “I’m good.” She goes to get up, gets tangled in the sheets, and falls to the ground, cursing loudly.

  “Are you okay?” the roommate says as she opens the bedroom door.

  The roommate and I lock gazes, and I watch her terrified eyes grow wide.

  I turn and help Kadence off the ground, pull her in close, and kiss her, letting her roommate know she’s mine.

  I hear the soft moan come from her, and pride fills me. My cock also starts to get hard again.

  Damn, I want her.

  I pull away from Kadence, sure as fuck not wanting to, but needing to go.

  I walk toward the roommate, grinning, not caring that she clearly knows what we just did.

  Hell, I’m pretty fucking proud that I claimed my girl.

  She moves to the side, allows me to walk by her without any issues. She’s afraid, scared as fuck of my reputation, clearly.

  I look at Kadence, feeling all kinds of possessiveness slam into me.

  My girl.

  Then I turn to the roommate again, give a wink, and leave the room.

  If Kadence thinks this is the last time I’ll see her, she really doesn’t understand what it means to be mine.

  KADENCE

  My heart sinks the moment Aston walks out the door. Realization hits me that I have no idea if I’ll see him again.

  That thought has me feeling sick to my stomach. Worry washes through me, and I wrap the sheet around my body and walk through the living room to watch him out the window as he walks away.

  This feeling I have is foreign, strange in the best of ways. I want to see him again, want to feel him on me . . . in me.

  Melissa standing next to me with her hard, icy glare, making clear how damn angry she is with me, isn’t even enough to make me forget about the man who just took me like no other man has before.

  The way he handled me and made me feel like I was his and only his has me wanting and needing more of him.

  “You have to be insane,” Melissa whispers.

  Maybe I am, but if feeling this way for Aston makes me crazy, I don’t want to be sane.

  Aston has me completely wrapped up in him, and I barely even know him yet.

  But what I do know . . . is that he’s been hurt far worse than he’s probably ever hurt someone else before, and I hate the thought of him being hurt.

  It makes me angry.

  “You just had sex with a Locke brother?” Melissa says, pulling my attention away from the empty street. She phrases it like a question, but she knows the truth.

  I didn’t even get a chance to see him walk away. He must’ve taken a different route, disappearing between the houses.

  “You let one of those dangerous brothers into your bed and into your body? Kadence, what the hell were you thinking?” The panic in her voice is real. She looks me over, standing here naked, still holding the sheet to my body. “He was in our damn house. That’s not cool.”

  “He saved me tonight, Melissa.” I let out a breath and walk past her, making my way back to my room. I just want to be alone right now. The last thing I want to do is listen to Melissa put Aston down. “He’s not as bad as you think. He makes me feel . . . safe.”

  “Ha!” She runs her hand over her face and gives me a funny look, showing me again that she thinks I’m crazy.

  And maybe I am.

  “That’s hysterical. A sadistic man makes you feel safe. Did you forget that you just saw him across the street the other night with blood on his hands?”

  “Of course not.” I place my hand on my bedroom door and look her right in the eyes. “And tonight, there was someone else’s blood on his hands. Due to him protecting me. That leaves a bigger impression in my book.”

  She gets ready to speak but then stops as if she’s trying to think of how to respond. “What almost happened? Are you okay?”

  My heart speeds up when I feel Aston’s cum slowly dripping between my thighs. I’m surprised I’m just now noticing it.

  I was so wrapped up in him leaving that I forgot I never went to the bathroom after we had sex.

  He wanted me full of his cum, and that thought has excitement moving over me again.

  I squeeze my legs shut and answer her. “I’m fine. If it wasn’t for Aston showing up when he did, then who knows what would’ve happened to me. I might not even be here right now.”

  She gives me a weird look, noticing the way I’m standing. It takes her a few seconds before her eyes go wide as if she’s just figured it out. “Oh God. Please tell me his semen is not dripping down your legs right now? He did wear a condom, right?”

  My whole body ignites from her question, sending my heart into overdrive. I feel my face heat, the embarrassment of her being so blunt filling me.

  I know we should have used protection, but in the heat of the moment all I wanted was to have him inside of me, feeling him between my legs as he claimed me as his.

  He’s the first man I’ve let inside of me without protection, but the way he thrust himself into me bare, knowing without question that I’d want it, only seemed to turn me on more in some sick, twisted way.

  I know being on the pill can only do so much, but something tells me he doesn’t just randomly sleep around with women. He seemed surprised that I was even willing to let him within breathing distance of me.

  The Locke brothers have a reputation that I’m sure doesn’t have many women knocking down their door for sex.

  My silence has her eyes widening even more.

  “Holy shit.” She throws her hand over her mouth and takes in the bite marks and redness covering my exposed skin as I stand here smiling at her expression. “Looks like he’s just as rough in the bedroom as he is outside of it.” She appears curious now and less afraid. “Was the sex at least enjoyable?”

  “Honestly . . . I’ve never come so hard in my life.”

  I can’t believe I told her that, but the words spilled from my mouth and it’s the absolute truth. There’s no hiding that even if I wanted to.

  She stares at me, but I don’t feel like justifying myself.

  I’ve never felt this way before, and I don’t want it to end. I don’t want to pretend that I can let this go, just let Aston go. I’ve spent too much of my life sticking up for someone that no one else understood, someone that the whole town tore down, little by little until there was nothing left of her to save.

  I will not step back now and judge Aston, especially understanding some of what he’s been through.

  Without knowing what that pained expression behind his ice-blue eyes is all about, I have no right to judge his actions.

  Melissa may never understand, and that’s because she didn’t grow up with my mother. She didn’t have kids laughing in her face her whole life because her mother was severely depressed and the talk of the damn town.

  All because no one took the chance to ask what my mother had been through.

  I will never be one of those people to let others’ opinions get in the way and blind me from my own emotions.

  Aston Locke is misunderstood.

  He’s feared by the whole town.

  And I want nothing more than to see the real him.

  The one that somehow has a way of making me feel safe around him.

  ASTON

  I’m shaken awake in the middle of the night by one of my asshole brothers pushing m
e around, not giving a fuck that I’m dead asleep.

  I left Kadence’s place, not wanting to be without her, but fuck if things hadn’t gotten weird with her roommate.

  I figure they had shit to talk about since I got caught in her room, and me not being there was probably for the best. Not to mention I had a feeling this would happen and my brothers would’ve flipped their shit if I was gone.

  “Wake your sleeping beauty ass up,” Sterling says above me before slapping me across the face to irritate me. “We’ve got a job to handle.”

  Pissed off, I wait until he walks away, then I toss a knife at the wall. It skims right past his grinning face and sticks in the old wood.

  “Asshole,” he mutters, but I hear him chuckle, clearly amused by my angry outburst of violence.

  Grunting, I pull my tired ass out of bed and run a hand over my face while exhaling. I glance at the clock. It’s still late as hell, but the sun will be rising in a few hours.

  Whatever the fuck my brothers want to do will have to be finished while we still have the cover of darkness on our side.

  I get ready, head to where my brothers are, and together we leave, ready to take on whatever needs to be handled so damn badly that some fucker is willing to pay us five grand to get the job done.

  The atmosphere is pretty fucking somber, and although I don’t know exactly what’s going down, I know it’s a dirty job. They always are.

  I let my older brothers handle planning this shit. I just follow along and take care of business. I have been ever since they saved my ass that night.

  With grim expressions we climb into the vehicle and head down the road. I pull out my knife and start running my finger over the blade.

  It’s a habit, one that calms me, one that lets me know I’m in control. I’m the one who holds the fucking power.

  We drive for about twenty minutes before pulling into the driveway of an old-as-fuck, falling-apart house.

  This is a meet-up spot, no doubt. No one lives here, not unless they are crackheads, or maybe a teenager looking for a spot to get his dick wet.

  A few minutes later and another car pulls up beside us, setting my ass on high alert.