Alicia’s Vengeance by Lila Fox

Chapter Six


He continued to hold her and console her the best he could, but he hadn’t ever had to deal with this sort of situation or magnitude of emotion. The only time he’d spent time with a woman was to fuck her. Besides Kristina, he’d never really had a conversation with any of them. He hadn’t cared to. He knew K was the cause because he’d been a hard, murderous bastard before she came to live in the club.

A person couldn’t help but feel the woman’s caring and goodness. She made everyone, even the whores, feel like someone gave a shit about them. She made them laugh and feel a happiness he hadn’t known existed.

Alicia’s sobs continued and tore at something in his heart that not even K had been able to touch. At times, he felt tears sting his own eyes before he pushed it back. He couldn’t ever remember crying, even as a young kid. He had to lock his emotions away to survive the life he’d been born into.

He reached for a box of tissues and continued to wipe the tears and snot off her face.

She shuttered in his arms as her tears slowed.

He picked her up and laid her on the bed before coming down beside her. When she automatically turned to him and pressed against his body, he was thrilled. Her arms held him tightly, and she even slid a leg over his hips to hold him to her.

He pushed the hair from her face and wiped it off before tossing the tissue to the floor with the other hundred or so they had used already.

The tears were over for the moment. He could tell from the pain etched on her face that she’d cry many more times, but he’d be there to hold her.

She sighed, closed her eyes, and fell asleep, and he could have lain there all day just watching her. Even with her eyes and face swollen and red, she was still the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen.


Alicia started to wake and couldn’t understand at first why she had the headache and pain in her chest until she remembered Stone pushing her into cracking and letting her emotions out.

She felt a cleansing but also wrung out to the point she couldn’t move. He was wrapped around her, and for the first time in so long, she felt peace and safe.

He pushed her hair from her face. “How are you doing, baby?”

She cleared her throat and grimaced. Her crying jag had left her with a sore throat, her head aching, and a swollen face, but she still felt better than she had an hour before. “I’m … good,” she said, surprised.

“I’m glad.”

She felt him press a kiss to the top of her head, sighed, and relaxed back against him.

“We’ll need to go down sometime today,” he told her.

She nodded. “I know. Just … not now, okay?”

“When you’re ready. Would you like to take a shower?”

She shook her head. “Not right now.”

“How about I go get you a cold washcloth for your face?”

As reluctant as she was to let him go, a cold cloth would feel good on her skin. “I’d like that.”

He pulled away from her and rolled out of bed. She watched him as he left the room, but he was back within a minute, locking the door behind him before he sat down beside her on the bed.

He gently laid the cloth over her face, and she sighed in relief. She helped him press it down and hold it until it started to get warm.

Her heart felt full when he used the cloth to wipe the rest of the tears and snot from her face and neck before he threw it on the floor.

She didn’t know what possessed her, but she couldn’t go another moment without him in her body. She’d just met him, but for so many days, she’d felt dead inside. Now, she was coming back to life and needed to feel something other than grief.

“Make love to me,” she said and raised her hands.

He looked surprised, but she could detect the heat of arousal in his eyes, too.

He shook his head. “I don’t know if that’s a good idea. I don’t want to take advantage of you when you’re emotionally wrung out.”

“Please. I need to feel something other than sadness and pain.”

“I need you to be one hundred percent sure.”

“I am,” she said.

“All right, I can make you feel good,” he said and cupped her cheek. “But you have to promise not to throw it in my face later.”

“I won’t.”

He nodded, stood, and reached back over his shoulder to pull his t-shirt over his head before dropping it onto the floor. His hands went to his jeans. He had them stripped off with his boxers, socks, and boots, and then stood in front of her, gloriously naked and stroking his hard cock.

She swallowed. He was huge, and it had been a long time since she’d had sex, so she was a little worried it could be painful.

She had no idea why, but when he smirked, it made her relax. She went to take her t-shirt off.

“No, let me.” He pulled off her shirt, bra, and the rest of her clothes until she lay there naked.

The breath shuddered out of her lungs at the scorching, passion-filled look in his eyes as they ran over her.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmured before he came down on top of her, between her legs. He rested his weight on his elbows by her shoulders.

She instantly grabbed his shoulders as his head descended, and he took his very first kiss. It was unlike anything she had ever experienced. She saw flashes of light behind her eyelids, and her heart instantly tripled its beat. Her tits ached unlike anything she’d ever felt, and her cream slid from her cunt before he’d ever touched it.

If he could make her feel like this with just a kiss, she was afraid she’d combust when he actually started fucking her.

He raised his head.

Speechless, she stared up at him and waited for his next move. She hummed when his lips retook hers at the same time one of his hands covered one of her breasts.

“I’m going to make you feel so fucking good.”

“Good, I need it and you so much.”

“And you’ve got me.” His head descended, and his mouth sucked on her breasts, going from one to the other until they were swollen and red and she was writhing on the mattress.

She dug her nails into his shoulder as his head moved lower and between her legs.


With his hands, he spread her wide, and it was next to impossible to move them.

“Yes,” he said. “I want to eat this sweet cunt and see if you taste like cotton candy.”

“Cotton candy?”

“Yes, it’s the way you smell, and I want to see if the taste matches.”

Her thoughts scattered when his tongue flattened over her clit before he sucked it into his mouth.

Her back bowed off the mattress, and a startled scream tore from her mouth. She’d never felt anything as wonderful as what he was doing to her. She had no idea that her fingers were in his hair and trying to pull him closer. Her attention caught when she heard him snort and then chuckle.

“Woman, you’re going to make me bald.”

She released him. “I’m sorry.”

“You’re fine. Now, we know you like my mouth on your pussy.”

“Yes,” she said and could feel herself blush. “Oh, damn,” she yelled when her cunt was suddenly full. “What the hell is that?”

Stone snorted. “Just a finger, babe. Let’s try two.”

He pushed in two fingers and pumped them into her several times. “How does that feel?”

“If that’s just two fingers, how in the hell am I going to be able to take your cock?”

“Don’t worry. I’ll go slow and easy the first time I get in you.”

She sighed and tried to relax as he continued to finger-fuck her. When he tried three fingers, she flinched but didn’t tell him to stop.

“Damn, woman. I’ve never felt anything so tight before.”

She concentrated on the feelings he inspired, not his words. He withdrew from her and reached for something.

“Don’t stop,” she said.

“I’m not, Al. I’m just rolling on a rubber.”


“Yeah, I like to abbreviate names. K for Kristina and now Al for Alicia. Does that bother you?”

“No.” She didn’t care what he called her at that moment. She just wanted him in her.

He rolled on top of her, spreading her legs wide before he cupped her face, bent his head, and kissed her with a passion that took her breath.

She stared up at him when he lifted his head.

“Relax.” Then he started to push his hard cock into her and stopped when she whimpered. It took a while, but they both groaned when he was finally all the way in her.

He pressed his forehead against hers. “Fuck, baby. I’ve never felt anything this good in my life.”

Her breath shuddered out of her. “Please…”

“I know. I just don’t want to fucking come yet, and I’m too fucking close.”

She wiggled and cried out. “Move,” she said as her nails dug into his shoulders. She was beyond reason at that moment. All her attention was on the way he was stretching her pussy and making her feel something besides anger and desperation.

“Jesus, hold on to me.”

She did and sighed when he started to pump into her. One, two, three, and his speed picked up with the force of his thrusts.

“I need you to come for me, Al.”

She was close but not quite there. “Just a little more.”

“I’ll give you a little more.” He started ramming into her slick cunt. “Now, come.”

Sparks lit up under her eyelids, and her body grew stiff and tense before something inside of her released and let her fly. She screamed, and it seemed to go on and on. After what seemed like forever, she relaxed and tried to get her breath back, vaguely aware of him pumping into her. Then a groan tore from his throat.

He lay heavily on her. She could tell he was trying to keep most of his weight off, but his arms were shaking.

Her hands slid up and down his back.

“Woman, I think you killed me.”

A startled laugh burst from her.

He raised his head and smiled. “You like that, huh?”

Her fingertips skated across the hard planes of his face. “Yeah, I kinda do.”

He pressed his mouth against hers and gave her a drugging kiss before he raised his head. “We need to get downstairs. Are you up for it?”

She nodded. She didn’t feel like she had a choice, but she did want to hear what they had to say.

“Let’s go.”