I stand in the center of the room soaking it all in. Over the fireplace is one single photo frame. I cross the room and take the wooden frame between my hands. My lips curve into a smile. There’s a young guy appearing to be in his twenties standing in front of a Harley Davidson motorcycle wearing a leather vest. I recognize the O7 I noticed tattooed on Diego’s neck in almost the same exact spot. The man has a little boy on his shoulders. “Is that you and your dad?’
“The one and only Killshot.” He grins with a haunted expression in his eyes and takes the frame from me, placing it back on the mantle.
“Killshot?” My brow curves into an arch. I study the photo closer and the man’s vest indicates he’s the president of an MC. “What do they call you?”
Diego stares deeply into my eyes, and I feel like I can’t breathe from the intensity I find in his darkened gaze. “They call me Diablo.” He winks.
“Are you a devil?”
“You have no idea, sweetness.” His wicked tongue darts out and licks his lip piercing.
“Are you a bad guy? You a member of that motorcycle club your father rode with?”
“The less questions you ask about that side of my life, the better.” Diego caresses my cheek with his finger, trailing a path of fire down my neck.
“Why’d you bring me here?”
“Why’d you come?” Not waiting for my reply, he kisses the corner of my mouth. “I bet you’re a good girl in need of an adventure. I bet you always do what you’re told like a good little princessa. You need a bad guy like me to dirty you up. Show you how rough boys do it.”
“I bet you always get your way,” I whisper then pull away before he kisses me again.
His jaw ticks. “I don’t play games. When I see something I want. I take it.” His large hand wraps around the back of my head. “You gonna deny me of that mouth?”
Chapter 8
—Diego
Sybil smirks at me. Her dark hair framing her face. “Thought you were a bad boy. Don’t bad boys take what they want?”
I suck in a deep breath. She’s playing with fire and has no idea how badly she’s going to burn. I could kill her now and be done with the whole fucking thing. One bullet between the eyes and I get what I want. The O7 patch that was once sewn on the back of my father’s cut. I’m going to kill Wrath and claim that president’s patch. I’m going to bleed the bastard out. Make him suffer an excruciating death.
There’s only one problem.
Her.
Sybil White.
I’ve only just met her and she’s already under my skin. She has no idea the dirty things I want to do to her. The thoughts I have of taking her into the bedroom—tying her up to the bed and making her submit to me. Marking every inch of her pale skin with my mouth and fingers. I want to see her pale skin ripe with my teeth marks and my fingerprints. I want to possess her body in every way imaginable. I’ve never wanted anything more than I want her outside of making Wrath pay.
I’m completely fucked.
How am I going to end her life when all I want right now is to claim her? I’ve heard other brothers in the club talking about what they call the big bang. The moment you know when you’ve met the woman you want to make your Old Lady. The woman you want to wear your brand and birth your children. I always thought they were full of shit. I’ve felt many a thing when fucking someone though here with her… no—the moment I kissed her outside that damn shithole club, I felt it. I was hit with the goddamn big bang, and I don’t know what to do about it. That’s a lie too. I think I fell for her the moment she walked out of her apartment wearing that stupid costume—Snow White. She’s a goodie goodie. Too good for a bastard like me, but I want her anyway.
“Just kill the girl and I’ll patch you in myself,” the bastard’s voice echoes in my thoughts. All I have to do is take her life. A life that suddenly feels like the most precious thing in the world to me. I could do it now. Put a bullet between her eyes. Snuff out that light behind her eyes that calls to me. Could I live with the after? Would there be a world for me once she’s gone and I am left to my revenge?
I can’t stop thinking about her.
Claiming her.
Fucking her.
Making her mine.
All fuckin’ mine.
“Diego? Everything okay?” I can hear the apprehension in her voice. Sybil should be worried. I’m like a damn ticking time bomb. Any minute I could snap and do what I’m supposed to. What I’m meant to—kill her. A war between good and evil is raging inside me.
I blink. “Never better. Why don’t we sit, and you can tell me about yourself?”
Confusion colors her face. “You want to talk?”
No. I want to get you completely naked and spread out beneath me. “Come on.” I lace my fingers with hers, feeling an electric shock jolt through me as our skin connects. Sinking down on the old worn leather couch, I bring Sybil down with me. A giggle escapes her. It’s a musical sound. One I want to hear her make over and over again. Only I’m not supposed to be thinking about making her mine. I’m supposed to end her life. Her all too trusting gaze meets mine full of such hope, I have to break away.
My stomach rolls and my nostrils flare as I let out a breath.
Sybil squeezes my hand and my gaze immediately pulls back to her face…her lips. Those damn sweet tempting lips.
Desire burns between us, but I don’t dare to kiss her again or I will be completely lost to her.
“What do you do for fun?” I ask, even though I practically already know everything about her.
“I don’t really get a lot of time to myself. I do a lot of charity work. My father was big into giving back, and it is something that always stuck with me. I volunteer at the local animal clinic, do story hour at the library, and I visit nursing homes and take care baskets to the patients there. So many of them have been dumped there and forgotten. Bringing them the smallest everyday things like lotion or a book means the world to them.”
“Takes a special person to care so much for others.”
“I don’t know if I do it because I want to or because I want to keep honoring my father’s memory. It was something we always did together. What about you, Diego. What do you do besides get tattoos or ride your motorcycle?”
I laugh. “Stalk pretty women like you.” I make it sound like a joke but if she only knew I had been stalking her. Tracking her every move…going through her things…she’d hate me.
I change the subject. I want to know everything about her. “Tell me something that no one knows about you.”
Sybil offers me a weak smile. There’s this far off look in her eyes that I don’t like. It’s full of sadness. “I think that my stepmother is wicked. I think she is an evil witch who killed my parents, and one day she’ll succeed in killing me too.”
My eyes widen. I was expecting her to tell me she doesn’t recycle or some dumb bullshit like that. I wasn’t expecting her to know that her life is in danger and yet she came here with me anyway.
“I know how crazy that must sound to you because you don’t know her or what she is capable of.” Nervous laughter flutters from her belly. She looks away, and I’m glad for it. I have a strong poker face but right now I’m not doing so great at keeping my thoughts in check.
How would she react if I told her that I was hired to kill her? Would she scream? Faint perhaps? Beg me not to do it…beg me to get it over with. “Why would she kill them and want you dead?”
“Why does anyone do anything? Greed,” she says the word in a low whisper.
Greed indeed.
“Tell me something about you?”
If she only knew my deep dark secret. “I’m going to kill my stepfather to avenge my father.”
“Seems we have more in common than you know. I plan to kill my stepmother unless she gets to me first.” Her tone is serious as she stares me straight in the eyes full of conviction.
I nearly choke on my beer as I spit it out onto the floor. It takes me a minute
to regain my wits. “No offense, sweet thing. You don’t strike me as the killing kind.”
“No, but you do.” She smiles mischievously at me. I attempt to mask my surprise and wonder if she’s smarter than I thought. Does she know who I am and what I am supposed to do? I swallow hard and stare into her eyes trying to read her thoughts. “I didn’t put it together until a minute ago. A biker was seen fleeing the scene after my father was gunned down. You’re a biker. Maybe Consuela hired you to kill me too.”
“What if she did? Maybe I brought you here to kill you.” I grip her jaw and pull her head toward mine. “You ready to die?” I brush my lips over hers.
Her tongue presses between my lips tasting of danger and desire. The thought of dying turns her on. She’s more fucked in the head than I am.
Sybil pulls back. “We could kill them together. Your stepfather and my stepmother.”
Her gaze meets mine and she’s serious. I knew I saw a darkness in her, but I hadn’t realized how deep that darkness flows. “You think you got what it takes?”
“Do you?” Her breath falls against my lips, hot and needy. I pull her to my lap, her knees moving to either side to straddle me.
I smirk and wrap a hand around her throat, pressing my thumb where her clavicle meets her breastbone. “I could squeeze the air from your lungs till you begged me to either stop or kill you.”
Sybil rolls her hips, and I press my thumb harder.
“Does that turn you on?” I grit and rake my teeth along her jaw. A gasp leaves the part of her lips before I claim her mouth again. “What about your boy—the one at the club…he know he’ll never satisfy you?”
“I think deep down he does. He just doesn’t want to accept it.”
I grab her between the legs. “You ever give him a taste?”
Her hips shift and she rubs against my hand. “What do you think?”
“I think I’m going to carry you to bed, then I’m going to fuck your brains out, and tomorrow we will decide how we are going to commit double homicide and not get caught.”
“I like that,” she mutters, sealing our fate with a kiss.
Chapter 9
—Sybil
Diego moves to stand with my legs wrapped around his waist and my arms cradled around his neck. His firm hands support my butt as he carries me to the bedroom.
He curses under his breath as he jiggles the door handle. I bite the shell of his ear feeling like my true self. Diego doesn’t make the dark thoughts I keep hidden seem so crazy. I’ve never felt more drawn to anyone in my life. It’s wild because we hardly know one another, but I feel I have known him my whole life. Like I could tell him anything.
The door swings open and he flicks on the light. I glance over my shoulder at the large bed with a wooden head and footboard that appears to be made of natural wood. The rails that go across the top of the bed appear like curved branches. It’s beautiful. Diego drops me to the bed on the dark brown and tan comforter and smiles at me as he runs a hand through his dark hair. Behind the bed is a picture window with a view of a lake and a full moon that seems like it sits on the water’s edge. The view is breathtaking.
“Turn off the light,” I demand and pull my top over my head. I fling it at him, and he grins wider. The light flicks off and he closes the door. Moonlight washes over the room setting a soft and romantic glow to the room.
Tugging on his lip ring with his teeth he stalks toward me, kicking his boots off, and removing his clothing along the way. His chest is covered in tattoos as much his arms are. A grim reaper covers the left side of his torso. On the boney knuckles of the hand holding a scythe is a ring adorned with an O7 on it. The man is a work of inked art. I could stare at him for hours appreciating the canvas that is his skin. The bed dips under Diego’s weight as he sits on the opposite side of the bed.
We gaze at each other knowing that once we cross this line there is no going back. I’m about to give him the one part of me that has never been shared with another soul. He crawls across the bed like a predator. Resting his head on my shoulder he tells me, “Take these off.” Snaking an arm around my waist he unbuttons my jeans.
I should be nervous…maybe even a little scared but I’m not. Going up on my feet I stand with my back to him and shove the tight denim down my legs. I’m left standing in my undergarments. Blue lace triangles cover my intimate zones. Places no one has truly touched me skin to skin. No man has ever saw me naked. I’m not ashamed of my body. Nudity doesn’t bother me. I’m ready for this…for Diego. To give him the gift of my body. I’ve been waiting so long and after the way things went down with Jesus, I want this to happen on my terms.
“Turn around. Let me look at what’s mine.” The way he says the word with such raw possession sends a shiver coursing down my spine and to my toes. His fingers skim along the curve of my bottom. I feel his lips kiss the dimple at the small of my back and pepper up my spine. I turn into him, stepping between his thick thighs and smirking at his blue boxer briefs that match my lace in color. Those skillful lips press against my stomach as his hands grip my hips, his fingers biting into my bones. “You have the skin of a porcelain doll,” he murmurs between kisses working his way up my torso. I maneuver to straddle his lap, feeling the heat of his growing erection pressing at my center. I gaze into his blue eyes wanting to disappear in them. To get lost between the sheets with him and forget who I am for a while. A girl with a target on her back and a price on her head. A girl who wishes for death yet fears it.
I’ve been saving myself for the right person, but no one knows how I truly fear for the day Consuela will have me murdered like the rest of my family. I’m tired of being afraid and hiding away being a good girl who never does anything wrong or takes chances. I’m ready to live my life for me. I want to be with Diego, and I meant it when I said I want him to help me take that bitch out.
Moving his hands up my sides and around my back he unhooks my bra and returns my attention to the present. The straps slide down my arms with ease. I drop my bra to his lap. Diego flings it across the room and stares at me. “You’re beautiful. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything more pretty than you in this moment.”
My cheeks bloom a soft shade of red. “I bet you say that to all the girls.”
He smirks. “Maybe but I never meant it till now.” I gasp as he kisses my breast, sucking my nipple into his mouth. He caresses the taut skin with his tongue, repeating the action with the other. I squirm against the bulge in his boxer briefs, loving the sensation the friction creates. “That feel good?” he murmurs holding my hips in place and thrusting up.
A moan is the only response I give him. I jerk my hips craving that connection. Wanting to feel him rubbing against me.
Diego’s blue eyes soften as he runs a hand up my back to grip the back of my neck. He holds my gaze then kisses me slowly, madly, deeply and long. My hips roll and I grip his shoulders, moving faster.
I feel beautiful with the way he gazes at me and the way he touches me. Maybe it is only lust, but I feel a deeper connection. One of belonging and understanding. I push him back by the shoulder, covering his body with mine. Chest to chest. Skin to skin. I suck on his neck, marking his inked skin with my teeth. My body is aching for him to take what he wants and to give me what I need. I’ve always known I wasn’t like other girls in that way.
I want a man to possess me.
To own me completely like no other can.
Only him.
Only Diego.
I want him.
Only him.
Our mouths fuse together as his rough fingers roam my torso and backside touching and teasing me all over.
Sitting up, I circle my hips, rubbing against him. “Do you want me, Diablo?” I grin, fingering the nickname tatted over his right pec, tracing the pattern with my fingertip.
His hips thrust, his erection pressing against me. Wetness pools between my thighs as he repeats the motion over and over again. Those crystal blues never leave mine. My lips part
as a wave of pleasure washes over me. I’m drowning in him. Hooking his fingers along the crotch of my lace bottoms he smiles. “You’re soaked.” Leaning up he claims my mouth as his finger glides through my silken heat back and forth torturing me while his tongue sweeps alongside mine. I break away to catch my breath. Diego smirks at me. “Do you taste as sweet as you look?” Bringing the same finger to his mouth he sucks on the long thick digit. Closing his eyes, he lets out an, “Mhmm,” sound.
Rolling me to my back, Diego takes control, pinning my arms over my head with one hand while the other works on removing my panties. “You’re fucking perfect.”
I kick at my left ankle with my right foot, freeing myself of the lace. Slipping between my legs he hooks a hand under my ass, the other palm down on my lower belly. I freeze when he dips his head down, nose to my pussy and inhales the scent of my arousal. Capping his mouth over my sensitive bud he works his tongue, frenching my pussy.
Holy shit, he’s got a magic tongue. I’ve always wondered what oral felt like and the reality exceeds any expectations I conjured up. My fingers instinctively go to his hair. My body tightens and I know I’m on the verge of the big O. Apparently Diego does too. Grinning up at me, he says, low and feral, “You melt like sugar on my tongue.” Then he is back to tasting and pleasing me.
He does this thing where he finger fucks me while paying special attention to my clit with his magic mouth. My back arches and my knees shake. My legs thrash but Diego holds me in place, keeping me right where he wants me. It’s all too much yet fantastic at the same time.
Diego eases his boxers down, and I know this is it. He’s going to fuck me. The dangerous biker continues to gaze down at my body with hungry eyes. Clouds cover the moon darkening the room setting an eerie yet romantic scene.
“You gonna keep staring at me like that or are you going to fuck me?”
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