Sinner’s Redemption by Rebecca Joyce

Chapter Nine

Tessa

I woke the second I heard the door open. I knew it was him. After all this time, he finally dared to show his face. Refusing to move, I stayed still, waiting for him to say or do something. Because when he did, I was going to unleash holy hell on him.

When I heard the shower start, I threw the covers back and got up and started pacing the room. I wasn’t staying here for another fucking minute. I was done with this shit. He couldn’t keep me captive here any longer. I had rights. He knew that.

I wanted my baby.

Why I ever came back here, I would never understand, but I knew the second I was out of this room, I was going to find my son and we were leaving this damned city and never looking back. I didn’t give a flying fuck about the rules.

Fuck the rules.

What kind of monster takes a baby away from his mother?

Montana Stone, that’s who!

For days and weeks, I worried myself sick about York. I didn’t know if he felt scared, happy, hungry or hurt. I didn’t know who cared for him. Were they certified in childcare, or did Montana just pawn him off on one of Barney’s girls?

Montana said he would never forgive me for keeping York from him. Well, he could buckle up because I would never forgive him for this.

Never!

Hearing the shower shut off, I marched to the bathroom door and kicked it open and roared, “Where is my son?!”

“Jesus fuck, Tess!” he shouted, scrambling for a towel.

“Oh please. I’ve seen your dick before. Where is York?”

Wrapping the towel around his waist, Montana stepped out of the shower and walked over to the sink. Bracing his hands on the counter, he turned to me. “He’s at my house. He’s safe.”

“I want to see him right fucking now.”

“We need to talk first.”

“No, you need to take me to my son before I scratch your eyes out. How dare you keep my son away from me? I’m his mother. He’s a baby. He needs me. Me! Not you!”

Montana moved fast.

Before I knew it, I was up against the door with his hand around my neck.

“I fucking warned you, bitch,” he seethed, right before he took my mouth in a crushing, dominating kiss.

It was at that moment, I realized I woke the sinner in him.

I had pushed him past the point of no return.

Anger pulsed off him in waves as he dominated my mouth, taking what he wanted. My desires didn’t matter. Not when he was like this. All I could do was hold on and enjoy what he was about to do to me.

And God forgive me, I knew I would.

Montana wasn’t an easy lover. He knew what he wanted, what he needed and took it without asking. The man needed complete control and submission when he was in this state. The moment of reason flew out the window. All that remained was lust, desire and a carnal need to take what he believed was his.

So, when he broke the kiss and tore my shirt from my body, I said nothing, did nothing as his hands grabbed my breast in an aching crush. Moaning, I let my head fall back against the bathroom door as his teeth raked and bit the skin on my neck.

It had been two years since I had his hands on me, like this. Two years of longing and wanting, needing a release only he could give me. Wind whirled around me and when I opened my eyes, I found myself on the bed, with him over me, devouring every inch of my body. He was ravenous, hungry for what I took from him.

Moaning as his mouth took mine again, his body pressed mine hard into the bed. His hands pinned mine above my head as he kissed me hard and deeply. Whimpering as his tongue thrust into my mouth again and again, the feel of his teeth bruising my lips as swirls of images of our past times together heightened my desire. Subsequently allowing my mind and body to submit to whatever came next.

I was a strong, determined woman in my own right. I only ever submitted to one man in my life and he knew how to play my body like a fiddle, eliciting every depraved, sensuous, delectable desire from me. We were one and the same. Both of us needed something more, something darker, something so intense to achieve the elusive release of nirvana.

For me, it was submission.

For him, it was dominance.

Together, we formed the most perfect union.

He growled into my mouth as his hands slid down my arms. I shivered and opened my eyes to see him watching me intently. His steel-gray eyes burned dark and demanding. He wrapped one hand around the back of my head, tangling his hand in my long hair, as he tightened his hold with his fist. He dragged my head while his other hand slid down my body. Rough fingers caressed my shoulder and my neck. He lowered his head and grazed his teeth over the line of my neck as his other hand slid lower.

I gasped as he palmed my breast and bit roughly on my neck.

My God. Each bite sent electrical pulses directly to my pussy, making me squirm beneath him. It had been so long. So many sleepless nights dreaming of him, taking what belonged to him.

I stroked my fingers through his hair, raking my nails roughly over his bare shoulders to grip his powerful arms. Needing more, I grabbed his hair and tugged his head back up to my mouth, groaning in excitement as he responded, crushing me with another dominating kiss.

His hands tightened roughly on my body, making an escape impossible.

I bit his bottom lip and he growled deep in his chest.

A promise.

A warning.

The sound made my heart race and my body tremble. His hand slid lower, slowly, deliberately, wanting me to know exactly what he had planned for me as he slid his hand over my stomach and pushed between my thighs. His hand gripped the inside of my thigh, forcing my legs open.

I knew what was coming next.

I could barely breathe for wanting that first lick.

He parted my thighs and bit my shoulder roughly, making me arch into his hand. He slid his mouth over my skin and sucked my nipple into his mouth, grazing it with his teeth.

I cried out, then looked down to see him sucking on my nipple, watching my face intently. As I looked at him, his eyes narrowed as he slowly slid one thick, strong finger between my wet pussy lips. He made a satisfied rumbling noise around my breast as he rubbed that finger harder, deeper into my pussy. My hands gripped his arms. His hand tightened in my hair, drawing my head back as he slowly slid his fingers between my lips, circling the opening of my pussy, pressing slightly, but not letting me have more.

I parted my legs further, whimpering his name, begging, pleading. “Please, Montana, please.”

I humped my pussy against his hand. He knew what I wanted. He raised his head and looked me directly in the eyes while he slid that finger in deep before taking it right back out.

Fucker was edging me.

He smiled wickedly when he knew I figured out his form of torture.

Motherfucker was going to deny me!

I moaned low in my throat, almost a growl. I was helpless, and he knew it. Like all the times before, he had me right where he wanted me. Caught in his web of delicious torment, helpless to submit to the sweet agony that was about to befall me.

He pressed harder, then pulled out, only to penetrate me harder and rougher. I bit my lower lip and hung on to him. His mouth clamped down on my other breast, sucking hard, demanding more as he finger-fucked me slowly but deeply.

Drenched in sweat, my body ached, whimpered, pleaded for release.

He bit my nipple as my pussy tightened on his finger, making him grin evilly. He slid up towards my face, gripped the back of my head in his big hand, and turned my face for a hard kiss. He sucked and bit my lips as I begged him. He kept fingering me while he fucked my mouth with his tongue.

He slid his finger out, and I whimpered. Then he pressed two fingers into me, spreading my pussy wider, and I was now bucking beneath him. He deepened the kiss, so much I could barely breathe as he pressed his fingers deeper, enjoying my small whimper. I submitted to the rough pain of his pleasure as I thrust my pussy against his hand.

My nails dug into his arms as I heard him say, “Your body is mine. It’s always been mine. Say it bitch. Tell me you are mine to do with what I want.”

I cried out, “Yes! I’m yours. Now let me cum!”

He chuckled menacingly. “Not before I torture every inch of you.”

Fuck my life.

He was going to be the end of me.

He thrust his fingers harder twice before pulling out suddenly. I thrashed beneath him, my body in painful agony.

“Look at me!” His hands tightened in my hair, forcing my face to his. “Open your eyes, bitch, and look at me!”

I opened my eyes slowly and gazed up at him as he slid two wet fingers into my mouth. I moaned around them and let him watch me suck my own juices from his fingers. Without thinking, I bit his fingers, causing him to growl deeply, angrily before pulling his fingers from my mouth.

He leaned in close, his lips brushing my ear, and whispered, “You’ll pay for that bitch.”

He held my head firmly, his lips inches away from mine. I stared intently at the sinner over me as his body roughly opened my legs wider, giving him more access. I gazed into his eyes and gasped as I felt him pressing more than two fingers into me. His hand tightened in my hair, holding me as he shoved three fingers into my pussy.

He rumbled low in his chest as elation washed across his face.

I cried out. The burn of him was exquisitely painful as he stretched me. Parting my legs wider, he took that as an invitation and forced a fourth finger inside me.

“Oh, God!” I screamed out. Gasping, I forgot to breathe, as the burn of his intrusion lit a searing fire inside me.

Leaning down, he thrust hard, almost lifting my hips off the bed. I buried my face in the side of his neck as he slid up and whispered roughly in my ear, “Time to pay the sinner, baby.”

He was finger fucking me roughly, his four fingers pushing as deep as he could while he held me down by my hair. I whimpered and begged as he kept thrusting over and over. Biting his shoulder, my nails raked down his back, begging him for release.

“You want to cum, bitch?”

“Yes, Montana! Please!” I begged, struggling beneath him, trying to move his hand further so I could have what I wanted. He chuckled, then pulled his fingers free.

I cried out in agony as he flipped me over onto my stomach.

Pinning me down with his hard body, he quickly moved, then lifted my hips right where he wanted me. His hands were tight on my hips, fingertips digging into my soft flesh, as I felt the head of his cock sliding up and down an instance before he thrust forward taking me in one hard move.

I screamed as he yanked my head back, turning slightly towards him.

Pounding me harder with each thrust, he then forced his wet fingers into my mouth.

“Suck!” he ordered harshly.

I mumbled around his wet fingers shoved deep in my mouth. I shivered beneath him. My pussy trembled around his dick as he roughly pumped into me. He pulled his dick all the way out of my wet cunt and then penetrated me hard all the way to the hilt. He did this several times, demanding my submission.

A loud crack hit the room before I realized my ass was on fire.

I screamed out loud as he did it again, harder, rougher.

He was dominating me.

Rubbing the pad of a finger over my lips, his dick buried to the hilt in my aching pussy, he pressed his lips to my ear and whispered roughly, “If you scream like that again, you will get the spanking of a lifetime. Understand?”

I gasped and nodded.

Slowly, he slid his dick out of my pussy an inch at a time.

I knew what was coming but still couldn’t prepare for it.

He wrapped his hand around my jaw, holding my face and braced his other arm by gripping the iron headboard above me. He pressed his hand into the side of my hair, cupping my face, kissing my lips as he slid his dick up and down my slit.

Then he gripped my hair tighter. He held my face where our lips were touching each other. He licked my lips, then suddenly his entire body tensed as his dick slammed home, hard and fast.

I gasped for air and lost the ability to breathe as I screamed into his mouth.

His hand roughly pushed through my hair as he wrapped his arm around my neck. Pulling out and slamming into me again.

I struggled and collapsed to the bed, trying to retreat from the rough, hard thrust, but he rode my body down, pinning me to the bed. His arm around my neck arched me back a bit as he growled into my ear, “The more you move, the harder it will be.”

I tried to remember how to breathe and braced myself, whimpering his name as he pressed his body down on my back. His arm around my neck, his dick grinding into my cunt as he pressed his lips against my ear.

“You fucking left me,” he growled, right before his hand reached into my hair, yanking my head around to look at his face pressed so close. He gave my head a bit of a shake as his voice dropped even lower. “I loved you and you fucking left me.”

All thoughts fled as he thrust hard into my pussy. He started roughly fucking me, his arm around my neck, his hand in my hair pulling me back while his body rode me hard against the bed.

“I LOVED YOU!”

I gasped, struggling beneath him as I felt my pussy creaming even more from this rough treatment. He thrust hard into me once, twice and on the third thrust he held his cock deep as it pulsed harshly, shooting his cum deep inside me. I wish I could say he was done, but I’d been with him long enough to know that Montana Stone was a machine.

Laying there, I enjoyed the pulsing sensation of his cock pumping into me. Panting beneath him, trying to get my brain to work again. My back ached from having my hips pressed tight against the bed with his weight on my back while he pulled me back with his arm around my neck so he could look at my face, bite my jaw line, whisper darkly in my ear, “You were my everything. You broke us, Tess. You broke me.”

“Montana,” I whimpered, rubbing my face against his rough jaw like a cat. He felt me tremble and bit my neck right beneath my jaw.

I moaned deeply and said the only thing I could, “I’m sorry.”

“You will be by the time I’m done with you.”

I shivered as he suddenly slid out of me, rising off my body. He told me to get on my knees as his hands were on my hips, pulling me up.

I looked back at him over my shoulder. He was glaring down at me. He rubbed his hands up over the back of my thighs, over my ass, my back and shoulders. His hands were rough, gripping tight onto my body. He was on his knees behind me, his dick lying in the crack of my ass as I rubbed my butt against him. He groaned, and I reached up and pulled his head down to kiss his mouth.

His hands slid around my waist, one hand sliding down between my thighs, sliding over my parted, wet pussy lips as he stroked my clit hard and slow.

I groaned into his mouth as I tried to suck gently on his tongue.

His other hand slid up my body, gripping my breast as he ground his dick into the crack of my round ass. His hand moved even farther up and wrapped around the front of my throat. I moaned into his mouth as he fucked my mouth with his tongue. His hands were holding me tight against him.

I pulled back just enough to break the kiss and before he could do or say anything, I said what I should have said so many years ago, “I love you, Montana. I never stopped.”

He took my mouth in a crushing kiss, devouring me.

I felt his body dip down as his hand on my throat pulled me up, raising me higher on my knees. His dick dragged along the crack of my ass. Then I felt him press closer. He slid his hard, thick dick up my slit, looking for my entrance. He pushed up, still holding me tight as I felt his dick slide slowly into my cunt.

I moaned softly, gripping his forearm as he gently fed me another inch of his dick.

He moved his hand around to the front of my pussy as he simultaneously used his hand on my pussy to lift me up and back onto his dick while he thrust forward. He raised me up, spearing me on his dick, my legs straddling his thighs. Held against him by his powerful arms, one hand fingering my clit, the other still at my throat, his thighs beneath me, as his thick cock slowly thrust up into me.

This was the man I loved.

This was the man who owned me, heart and soul.

This was the man I would do anything for.

Completely possessed by him as he tenderly showed me a side of him I lovingly desired but hardly ever saw. The man who captured my heart and made me fall in love with him. My pussy clamped down hard on his dick, milking it over and over as I threw my head back on his shoulder. Gripping his forearm, my nails dug into his skin while he pumped in and out of me, enjoying having total control of my body.

“You’re mine. Forever,” he moaned, picking up the pace as I whimpered and moaned. His grip tightened, almost cutting off my air.

“I love you,” I whispered, over and over as he lost himself in my body. His finger pinched my clit hard, causing all my pent-up frustration to explode in a blinding explosion that rocked my body to the core as I heard him roar out again, releasing himself into me.

Gasping for air, I slowly sank to the soft mattress below, wrapped in his arms. Closing my eyes, I drifted off into a sea of excruciating pain and sensual pleasure.

I woke up rested and relaxed for the first time in weeks. Turning over, I found the bed empty. Sitting up, I looked around the room to see Montana dripping wet, with a towel around his waist, as he pulled out a clean pair of jeans. Dropping the towel, I tried not to look at the brand on his back, but I couldn’t stop myself. It covered his whole back.

The Soulless Sinner.

A shrouded skeleton, holding a cross in its hands. The head bowed as if praying, as it stood over mounds of skulls. Ghostly souls floated around the Sinner. It was a remarkable piece. Beautifully done. Whoever tattooed his back was a damn fine artist.

“If you’re done checking out my ink, I’m ready to talk,” he smirked, looking over his shoulder.

Blinking, I ignored his comment and sat on the bed as he turned to face me, zipping up his pants. I’ve met a lot of men in my life, but none ever compared to Montana Stone. The man was just fucking more. Strong muscular arms, trim waist. Six-pack abs. Long, thick legs and fuck me, even his feet were something to look at, but what always got me panting were his eyes. Those cold steel-gray eyes. When he looked at me, I always felt as if I was falling into an abyss, drowning in the man I knew as Montana Stone.

“Who’s watching York?”

“My housekeeper, Mrs. Alice. You met her when I took you to my house.”

“Yeah, I know it. Stone House.”

He flinched.

Yeah, asshole, there wasn’t much I don’t know about him. Like he’s the heir to Stone Industries and worth billions. Or that he refused the throne for a life of crime and debauchery. Montana Stone wasn’t just the President of the Soulless Sinner’s. He was also a cold-blooded killer with deep pockets and influential people backing him every step of the way.

“You knew?”

“I’m not stupid Montana. I read the society pages.”

“You said nothing.”

“Contrary to popular belief, I wasn’t with you for money. If you wanted to keep that part of your life separate from what we had, who was I to say differently? That was your choice to make.”

“Why were you with me, then?”

Cocking my head, I sighed. “Really. After all the shit you put me through, you don’t know?”

“Fine,” he growled, crossing his arms over his chest. “Why didn’t you call me? You had my private number. If you didn’t want to talk to me, you could have sent me a text. Fuck, Tessa. You could have emailed me. I missed so much of our son’s life. You denied me that. Why?”

I shrugged my shoulders.

I didn’t want to talk about this. I wanted York. I missed my baby. “I knew the rules. I knew the second I left, you wouldn’t want me back. I didn’t know about York when I left. I promise you that. If I had known, I would have told you.”

“No,” he stood up, shaking his head. “This has nothing to do with the rules. I know you. You would have called me the second you found out, but you didn’t. Why?”

“Just leave it alone, Montana. What’s done is done.”

“No. No, it’s not. You are lying to me. You never lie.”

When I kept my mouth shut, Montana grabbed me and pulled me to my feet. Shaking me, he shouted. “Tell me!”

“It was your mother!” I shouted, telling him what he wanted to know. “She said I was a gold-digging whore and would never be good enough for you. She told me to leave or she would make sure I never got a job in this city.”

He instantly released me, stepping back.

Shock on his face. “My mom?”

“Yes. Mrs. Virginia Stone, your mother.”

“I never introduced you to my mom. How?”

“I don’t fucking know. All I know is I just got done with my rounds at the hospital. I was tired and just wanted to shower and sleep. When I got to your room, your mother was sitting on your bed. She said her peace, then left. A few minutes later, my mom’s preacher called, telling me I needed to come home. I didn’t think. I just packed a bag and left.”

“Tessa, my mom was in the South of France with my father the summer you left. I don’t know who you spoke to, but it wasn’t my mom.”

“What?” I said, looking up at him, confused. “Your mom has black, short, cropped hair, right?”

“My mom’s a blonde. My dad has black hair.”

“Then who did I speak with?”

“No clue.”

Plopping back down on the bed, I hung my head. “It doesn’t matter. What we had is over. You don’t recycle pussy. I know that. We can co-parent York. I’ll stay in the city. I’m sure I can find a job somewhere. Maybe one of the health clinics is hiring. I’ll figure it out.”

Kneeling before me, Montana took my hands in his. “You’re right. I don’t recycle pussy, but you were never just pussy to me, Tess.”