Avenging Us - Gina Whitney Page 0,2

on feeding you.”

I was powerless to deny her anything—couldn’t. I’d spent many years going from woman to woman, never once involving my heart…only my cock. But, my beauty, snug in my lap, and the child she carried made me a strong believer in love—one. Singular. No matter where this journey takes us or where I am in the world, she will always be home. And those would be the words—my words—that would be sung as Beauty walked down the aisle to her one true home…her Dom.

A week later, I lay with my eyes closed and I pulled in her fragrance that was uniquely hers, and a powerful calming influence on me. The smell of our holiday still clung to her skin and her beachy waves…lemons and fresh air. I prayed it would keep my demons at bay. Every day proved to be a challenge. Shadows of my past were always waiting to take my present—future. And, there lies my inner turmoil. Thankfully, it was met with resistance. Will power intact. However, business awaited me. Which meant stress.

Morgana’s trial loomed over us like a black cloud of doom with Beauty and I smack in the middle of it. The media circus around it was already at frenzied pitch. My grip on her tightened, an overwhelming need to never let go consumed me.

Her soft purrs started to lull us both to sleep, causing my lips to stretch in a genuine, honest smile. Over the past month, I’ve learned all the many different sounds she makes. She was the one person I knew beyond a doubt accepted me, my lifestyle, and my never-ending voracious appetite for her pussy. She loved every facet of me. How that was even possible, I’d never know. Karma hasn’t treated us well in the past. In fact, she bitch-slapped me a few times. However, something changed between us—the clear, undeniable realization we were it for each other…the other half of a whole. The earth shifted every time we were near one another. A perfectly potent cocktail of love, lust, and fucking. Above all, she gave me everything.

I was never a man to sit and watch a woman sleep—until Gia. The sun filtered through the slotted blinds and crept slowly over her body, casting the glow of the world’s weight in gold across her skin. I listened to the harmony of her even breaths. The very breaths I’d come to rely on to calm the beast inside that fucked with me relentlessly. I wanted to go to her. To take her again. But last night, I was too rough. She had begged for more, and without thought, I gave it to her. She needed rest. Until she woke, I would be a captive audience and just watch her—silently.

I began to caress her tiny baby-bump. I didn’t know if it made me a pervert, but her swollen belly made my dick stir every time…knowing I did that to her. It was beyond primal and possessiveness. She carried our child. Created by love, lust, and kink. I felt like such a colorblind pussy where Beauty was concerned. In my lifetime, I could count the times I’ve cried on one hand. Her, this, us…what I felt was strong enough, powerful enough to pull me out from inside. Sin, covered by scars. Scars, covered by ink. Damage she’s vowed to love, she’s begged to worship, and the cock that made her cry my name.

I’ve been falling ever since—no…not falling. Jumping. And in front of me, it wasn’t my music…but my most prized possession—my family.

My LA home was nestled into the knolls of Hollywood Hills. I had it completely refurbished while in Greece. However, we were unable to move in until the end of February. So, we ended up staying at one of my favorite hotels in West Hollywood—Chateau Marmont. The Chateau was a castle of stories, mini dramas, and a world unto themselves. A place where you can leave your lives behind and become what they want to be. For us, Lethal Abel and celebrities, this castle was one of our preferred hangouts to party. We were the very substance that drove their reservations year round…making it one of the exclusive celebrity-watching hotels in the world. I rented the one-bedroom suite. Which was a perfect way for us to surrender and enjoy all the opulence the castle had to offer. The bonus that they were highly discriminating, and I didn’t have to worry about our safety or security. I couldn’t think of a