The NSC Boxset: Heart of Stone (215 page)

I stared at him and shook my head in disappointment, “I can’t believe you have them in the corridors where they’re not needed, yet in the rooms there is no security what-so-ever.”

He lifted an eyebrow and cocked his head, “Ava, we can’t put cameras in the privates. Punters don’t want their sexual adventures recording.”

“I don’t care, Mason. The girl’s safety comes before the bloody clients. They don’t even have to know, I’ve ordered discreet micro cameras from Lucas. And if you had them in here we could have seen the bastard who pinched my best underwear” I added with a growl of annoyance.

He smirked and pulled me onto his lap in one swift yank, my crotch sliding over his hard erection and my boobs pressing into the firmness of his magnificent chest. “You think I want my staff watching me give you the fuck of your life, baby?”

I returned his smirk as he started to unzip my jeans. His hand slid down the front and his dirty smile lit his eyes when he discovered my knickerless state.

My moan was loud as his fingers slid lower and circled my clit, the moisture in my pussy providing a lubricant for him as he dipped further and collected some of it to continue his stimulating exploit.

“You like that Ava, do my fingers on your clit make you hot, baby?”

“Yes” I answered simply, my hips now rocking against him as I ground myself on both his fingers and his jean clad hard-on.

“That’s it baby, take what you need” he rasped as I manoeuvred myself until his fingers slid into my pussy and eased the throb of desire.

“I need more, Mason.”

“No, you get what I give you Ava. Work what you have, fuck my fingers harder, ride them baby.”

I groaned at him in annoyance and opened my eyes to glare at him in frustration but the look on his face, the heat in his eyes halted my reprimand and worked my arousal higher. His expression was pure sex, raw virility and blazing hunger.

My head rolled back when he read my need and pressed his thumb against my clit, my stimulated nerves exploding in ecstasy as my brain screamed in pleasure. My fingers dug into Mason’s shoulders as my body tightened in rapture and my hips worked harder, my pussy labouring on his fingers in my selfish wanton need.

“Give it me, Mason. I need it!” I demanded harshly as my arousal fired angrily, my body demanding what it needed and I gripped the hard flesh of his shoulders as I pumped myself furiously on his fingers, driving down until I nearly swallowed his knuckles.

“Ask me, Ava” he growled as his eyes glared and his fingers retreated slightly.

“Mason!” My hands slid into his hair and I took chunks in my fist, clinching handfuls in anger as he refused to feed my craving.

“Ask!”

I was riding his fingers in both temper and longing, thirsting for the slightest drop of release, just a trickle of paradise. “Please, please” I surrendered, “Bite me.”

His wicked smile deepened my longing but fired my temper, “Bite me, Fuck Mason, bite me.”

I whimpered when he stroked the skin at the side of my neck with his tongue, his teeth teasing as they promised so much, “Are you mine, Ava?”

“Yes!” I yelped as his thumb skimmed across the delicate hard tissue of my over-stimulated clitoris.

“Am I yours?”

“Oh God, yes, always” I murmured as his fingers drove deep and flicked against my G-spot, “Always Mason.”

“Good girl” he smiled roguishly before his teeth sank deliciously into the ripe flesh of my neck as his finger curled inside me and lit up my whole system, my body crying out as nirvana took over and fed the deep longing.

“Oh, Jesus!”
I cried out as my whole body stiffened and rejoiced in the bliss that Mason provided.

“You are so fucking beautiful when you come over me like this” He whispered against my lips as his eyes held me tight, his expression holding wonderment and love, the deep pull of his irises taking me hostage as my orgasm ripped through every inch of me. “I fucking love you Ava Fox and no fucker will ever get near you; that I can promise.”

I murmured a reply as I rested my head on his shoulder and sorted through my frazzled nerves to put my body back together. “And me, you Mason and I promise that I’ll let them go through you first.”

He laughed loudly as I smiled widely into the strength of his hold. “My little warrior” he chuckled as he squeezed me over excitedly and I groaned into him.

“Mmmm, I am so tired. What the hell is wrong with me? I’ve never slept as much.” I yawned as Mason tipped his head and regarded me thoughtfully.

“You okay? You feel a little hot.” He placed the back of his hand on my forehead and I smirked at him.

“Ooh, Dr Fox, I am feeling a little flustered, would you like to place your huge stethoscope on my chest to check out my vitals?” I teased saucily.

Mason grinned and slapped my arse, “Behave Mrs Fox otherwise we’ll never get out of this dismal bloody place.”

I frowned playfully at him, “This is your venture Mason, your original cash cow, why do you hate it?”

He shrugged but smiled sadly as he ran his finger across my bottom lip and watched it intently, “Because I have the awful feeling it’s gonna come between us, it has
already
tried to rip us apart.”

“No, Mason, it was you holding on to the secret of it that caused our break up, not the actual place.”

“Oh Ava, come on. What are you gonna do next time you find some girls fucking on the sofa whilst I watch?”

I poked him good-naturedly in the ribs, “I’ll be sat right next to you watching the show.”

His lips curled mischievously, “You are a pervert Ava Fox.”

I nodded briskly, “I know, that’s why you love me.”

He laughed against me, his nose nuzzling the dip at the base of my throat, “That I fucking do, God so much.”

I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him further into me, “We’ll be fine, baby. I promise.”

His eyes swept up to capture mine, “I know we will Ava, cos’ when I find this bastard, I’m gonna rip his fucking dick off and feed it up his ass until he chokes on it.”

“Sounds fun” I winked as I climbed off his knee and slipped my shoes on as I buttoned up my jeans. “Take me home you savage, I need soup and sleep.”

He jumped up, his energy bouncing off the air in the room and bringing a wide grin to my face before his strong arms hoisted me over his shoulder. He slapped my backside before he carried me through the building, girls giggling or huffing as we passed them in a run.

My god, I loved my husband. His moments of fun, no matter how rare, always lit that special place within me and reminded me that whatever horror or heartache our marriage delivered, we still had the most love a couple could hold for one another. I knew our link, our bond was one that people searched a lifetime for and I sighed happily as I realised how damn lucky I was.

This glorious bastard was mine, all of him; his heart, his soul and his very essence. He breathed for me, his life was lived for me and there wasn’t many women could say that about their man.

Chapter 31

Mason

I PUNCHED HIM square in the nose. It splattered blood over his face and neck as a high pitched squeal left his windpipe with the force of the break, “Stop fucking with me!”

The scrawny scrote Wes had picked up tailing Ava this morning was pissing me off. His lips were tighter than a ducks arse and his eyes were mocking the fuck out of me.

I circled round him, Greg smiling sinisterly as he slithered into the zone that all my men in the room relished. The high that only violence could produce, the euphoria of carnage and bloodshed and the menacing calm cruelty could bring was invigorating.

My body hummed with animation as I cracked my neck loudly. Mickey jolted at the noise and my lips curled malevolently before I crouched to a squat behind him, my breath causing goose bumps to erupt over his pale spotty skin, “Frightened, Mickey? You should be.”

He barked out a jolt of laughter and damn if the sound didn’t make my fists clench angrily, “It’s not me who should be scared Fox, you and that little whore of yours . . .”

The cap of my boot smashed into the side of his head, the thick thud feeding my malevolence and satisfying my vehemence at his words, “Show some fucking respect to my wife. You never mention her again.”

He whimpered as his head dropped to the side, the agony on his face pleasing me no end. “I’m gonna ask you once more Mickey, Who—the—fuck—ordered—you?”

He scrunched his face up, his dilemma feeding his fear.

“Must I remind you who you’re pissing off?” I whispered in his ear, the ice in my voice rippling his body with a shudder.

I strolled over to the cold metal trolley equipped with my tools as I fingered the equipment with a small smile and a slight tilt of my head. “Ooh let’s see, Mickey. Eeny, meeny, miney, mo . . .” My fingers stilled over a particular nice piece and I lifted it high, my eyes studying the instrument with reverence at the thought of what the small device could do to a human body.

I smiled broadly as I turned back to the arsehole that wasn’t playing the game, “Ever seen one of these, Mickey?”

His eyes lifted to my hand then widened when he saw what gismo I had chosen, “Fuck, Fox, I can’t. . . .”

He now seemed to be having trouble picking a side, wondering who would deliver the most pain over his cowardice, his betrayal and his duty.

“But I think you can. You see, whoever is doing this to my family is really beginning to piss me off Mickey, really yanking on my dick now and I would be ever so grateful if you would tell me and then all this silliness can stop.”

He blew out a heavy breath at my eerily calm voice before he eyed everyone in the room, each of my men giving him a nod of encouragement until his terrified gaze settled on me again. “All I’m saying is . . . you need to look closer to home, Fox. Ever wonder where the money went? Find that then you find out who is behind this. But I give you no names Fox, that I can’t do. Please. . . .”

I sighed and rocked my head as though weighing my options. I took a couple of steps towards him and my gut danced at the horror in his face as I slid the curve of the small blade down his cheek, the sharpness of the tool slicing his face open without any effort what-so-ever.

I sighed with a disturbing serenity, the sight of his blood feeding my vice and heating my skin vigorously. “Nah, I think I still need a name, Mickey.”

He shook his head feverishly, his terror visible as he rattled his restraints against the chair he was tied to, “I can’t . . .”

“Yes, you can,” I urged as I lowered the tip against the bulge of his adam’s apple and circled it slowly. “I always wonder why men have prominent Adam’s apples Mickey, don’t you. Really annoying aren’t they, I really think they need removing. They give away our sexual desire for a woman; tell them how much we wanna fuck ’em. Did you know that?”

He gulped as he shook his head again, “Please . . .”

He was crying now, each hot tear caught my attention as it slipped down his throat and over the silver steel of the blade, mixing with the vivid red of his blood as I pressed it further into his flesh, “Last chance, I need to get home to my wife’s hot little body. Such a good fuck, my wife, I’d be rather upset if someone took that from me. You understand, Mickey?”

“Mason . . .” he tried, using my Christian name as though it would soften me. What a prick. “I can’t, but you need to check your . . . staff. Someone . . . they’re closer than you think. The money Fox, find the fucking money.” His red eyes scanned the room rapidly as though he was looking for someone but eventually rested on me. “Please . . . be quick” he whispered, his choked breaths fucking me off.

He wasn’t going to relent, wasn’t going to give me what I needed. “You really are fucking stupid aren’t you?”

His screams were loud but my smile was louder as I took him to pieces.

* * *

“Hey.” I breathed in her scent as I nuzzled against her wet neck, the bubbles from the over filled bath tickling my nose. Her wet hand lifted to my head as she palmed behind it and pulled me further into her.

“Mmmm, hey.” She mumbled sleepily and her complete contentment with my company made my gut heat in appreciation, “You okay?”

I nodded, still buried in her exquisite skin, my reluctance to move away from her alerting her to my weariness. “I am now” I answered dreamily, my fatigue causing my forehead to drop to her slender shoulder.

“Mason?” Her head titled into me as she placed a soft kiss on my ear and I shivered as excitement coursed through my blood system, her body and mind always making me hard and horny.

“I’m just tired” I replied as I lifted my head and rolled it around my neck before palming her cheek and kissing her pert little nose. “Can I ask you something?” I queried as I settled beside the bath on the floor and picked the sponge from the shelf, dipping it under the water before I proceeded to wash every inch of her amazing body.

“Of course” she grinned as her fingers curled around mine and helped steer me to where she wanted.

I gave her a sly smile as I yielded and let her lead. “You remember years ago when you found that money had been disappearing?”

She nodded as her eyes closed and her head tilted back into the cushion propped on the end of the tub, “Did you ever find out where it went?”

She lifted her head sharply and gave me a puzzled look, “I thought you found it. I thought it was Rebecca because it stopped moving when she went. Is there a problem?”

I shook my head as bewilderment flashed through me. How the fuck could I lose nearly £200,000 and not find it? I knew I had money to burn but it was the fact that I had let it slide, not looked further into it. Like Ava said, I had also thought it had been Rebecca. Something wasn’t adding up and the whole thing was really fucking with me now. God damn!

“Mason . . . Talk to me, tell me.”

I sucked in a drag of air and pursed my lips heavily, “We caught a tail on you this morning and it was just something he said.”

She stared at me with wide eyes, my information about her being followed causing her both alarm and anger. She rode it though, God love her as she tipped her head in thought, “What did he say?”