In the arms of evil

Turning point

WARNING: contains scenes of sexual nature. Read at your own risk.

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Colton has been siting on the black fabric single seater opposite me, eying me with wary eyes as I read through the folder on Troy. Turns out he followed me here when Cara came down. I haven't told her that though. She'd only blame herself. This is my fault. I should have left him the first time he laid a hand on me in that alley. He's taken everything from me. Colton is all I have left and although he kept the truth from me I know it was only to protect me.

"Colton, I can feel your eyes on me" I say still flicking through the folder. "I'm sorry Brooklyn. But I just told you I'd let you kill my kid brother and I feel like shit for it" he snaps. "Colton" I sigh before he cuts me off. "This isn't you! You're everything good in the world baby. You take care of people. Not kill them. You're pure and innocent and it kills me to see you like this. After everything that's happened, you really want to finish it with murder?" He sounds guilty. Guilty that it's him that's pushed me to this. "This is my fault. Let me do it. Please. Don't leave me. Don't get mad" he says as I throw the folder to the table and rise from the couch in a huff of frustration. "I'm not mad. I'm..." my voice breaks. "Doll?" He gets up and walks behind me, placing a hand on my shoulder to turn me so I'm facing him. "Baby.." he wipes the tears streaming down my face. "I'm scared colt. I don't want you to kill your little brother. I don't want to take a life. But he's made me so afraid, that killing him is the only way I'll ever be free of him. For good." Understanding my words, he nods, eyes never leaving mine, full of remorse. "Let me teach you." I give him a puzzled look. "Let me teach you how to shoot. I'll make you strong baby. But don't go looking for him. If he finds you, you'll know what to do. And you don't have to be afraid. I'll show you what you're made of. What I see in you" he says in that low husky voice I love so much. I give him a small smile and a nod before he pulls me into his chest. "I'll take care of you baby. I promise." I know he will. I trust him with all I am.

"What are we doing here?" I ask as we pull up outside a shooting range in his truck. "I'm going to teach you how to shoot baby girl. Let's go" he says, jumping out the truck before he comes around and opens my door. "Come on" he nods for me to get out. Reluctantly, I climb out the truck and make my way inside with him. "Hey Colton" the guy behind the till says nodding at him to go through. I guess everyone around here knows him, knowing his past and all. "Old friend" Colton whispers as we head out into the range.

"Knees apart, shoulders relaxed" he says standing behind me, arms crossed as his fingers rub his chin. "Like this." He comes up behind me and sticks his body to mine as he helps me get into position. I can feel his member press through his jeans as his muscular arms come across my slim tanned ones, covering them completely. His 6'5 body towers over my 5'5 one. It's intimidating when his hands are over mine whilst holding the gun. "Now squeeze" he whispers into my ear. As I do, I take a deep shaky breath. BANG! I look onwards to see I've hit the target in the shoulder. "Good girl" he says, placing a kiss on my ear. "Just like that. Keep practicing and you'll get him in the heart." He backs away before slapping my ass, chucking as I scowl playfully at him.

The car ride home is quite, but there's no need for words. His hand rests comfortable on my thigh, caressing it with his thumb. "Pull over." My words take him by surprise. There's no one on these back roads. It's just the woods around us. "Baby, are you sure?" He asks carefully, eyes still on the road. His face tells me he can't wait, even though it's filled with skepticism. "Pull. Over." He turns to face me, finding a seductive  smile plastered on my ruby red lips. Before I know it, using only his palm, he turns the wheel and parks on a quite road, turning the car off.

He undoes his belt and pulls me in from the back of my neck and kisses me with dominance. Undoing my belt for me, he lifts me from the chair and pulls me over him. "I want you to be rough." My words catch him by surprise once more. "Are you sure? I don't want to hurt you" his eyes are soft. But as soon as my lips crash to his, nibbling on his lower lip, his eyes grow dark with lust as I break the kiss. "Undo my belt for me. Slowly" he drags out, forcing me to face him as his fingers hold my face to his under my chin.

I slowly undo his belt. Once the zipper goes down, I rub his member over his grey boxers sending a shivering growl from his lips. "Take it out" he commands. I do as he says, rubbing it up and down slowly. "Suck it." My eyes shoot up to his. "You heard me. I want to fuck your mouth." His voice is stern, full of authority. I climb back into my seat and lean my head over to his crotch. "Wait" he says, stopping me. "We need a safe word. I want you to tell me when it's too much for you" he rubs my hair as I smile sweetly at him. "Black" I whisper. He nods, kissing me gently,  before his primal self takes over once more, shoving my head down as I take his member into my mouth.

Kissing his tip, he grunts, shutting his eyes, kicking his head back. Once it slides again into my mouth, I suck it gently, sending shivers down his body. "I love how your tongue does that" he strains. "Baby, wait." His hand comes down to my head, trying to hold me still. I carry on instead. "Doll, I mean it. I'm gonna-"
He comes down my throat before he can finish his sentence. He's gasping as his member pops out of my mouth. I lick my lips, eyes on his, getting rid of any last trace of his release.

"Take your jeans off." He's contained himself now, dominating me with just his voice. I push my butt off the seat as I slide my jeans down. Then I carefully sit atop him. "You're such a good girl for me." Surprisingly, being degraded only made me wetter. "You're dripping for me. Mmmm" he slides his finger up my folds collecting my juices before he brings it to his mouth, licking it off his fingers. "So ready for me. My good little girl." That has me pulsating.

I slide down onto his throbbing member as we both let out a harsh moan. As I go to lift myself off, his hands come up to my waist, holding me down on him with a tight grip. "Not so fast baby girl. I want you to get used to if first. Relax for me." I let out a deep sigh, eyes on his, glistening with affection. He might be dominant, but he's still caring, making sure I'm comfortable with it all. Once I nod, letting him know I'm okay, his grip becomes looser and I ride him at a slow, painful pace. "That's it baby. Just like that" I smile as I look at him, knowing I'm the one making him feel this good. He keeps me to him, leaving soft, soothing kisses up my neck, finishing at my lips. "Go faster for me baby. Let me feel you squeeze me." I do as he says, throwing my head back as I edge. "Not until I say so" he pulls me back down sternly. "Please... I'm so close Colton. Let me cum, Please baby" I moan, growing needy. He chuckles as I grind my hips on him. "Not. Until. I say so" he holds my face to his with his fingers firmly grasping my chin. "Now ride me" his eyes tell me I have no room to disobey. I love this new side to him. I pick up the pace, and as I feel him throbbing, hearing his breathing hitch, my head swings back as his grip grows so strong, it's sure to leave a bruise. "Now doll. Cum for me now." I come on cue. He stops me from moving, holding me to him as he lifts his hips, pumping into me.

My head falls to rest in the crook of his neck  as I lift slightly, letting him slip out of me. "Are you okay?" He breaths, cupping my face, searching my eyes. I smile. "Yes baby. I loved it" I kiss him. "Thank you for trusting me like that" he says through the kiss. He holds me to him for long moments before he sets me back into my seat, rubbing away our remains dripping from my leg with his mouth, drying me with his sleeve. "Let's go home baby" he kisses my head as he sips himself up and turns the car back onto the road.

As we pull up to the warehouse, we find Sammy sitting in his car. "Stay here" Colton instructs as he gets out the car. I don't hear what they say as he leans into the window to talk to Sammy, but he's come back to the car with a face I don't like. He looks worried and quite frankly, pissed off. "What's wrong?" He doesn't answer me. He just starts driving. He pulls up to my place, knuckles white with their heavy grip on the wheel. "You can't stay with me anymore. It's not safe." He doesn't even look at me. He leans his head down, and as soon as I touch his shoulder, he flinches. "What's wrong?" The sweetness in my voice turns his eyes soft, meeting mine with a weak smile. "He broke in. He knows you were staying with me doll. it's not safe there for you anymore." I feel myself grow pale. "Hey now, it's going to be okay. I'll stay here with you. Marcus also gave us 24hour protection. Two of his men will be on standby in a car outside your place. It'll be okay sweetheart. I won't let anything happen to you" his hand rests on my thigh, rubbing it soothingly. I nod, trying to hide my evident fear before we both get out the car.
He's found me. It's only a matter of time before we're face to face again. The question is, do I have it in me to kill him? Or will Colton have to sacrifice more of himself to keep me safe?