HIS BRANDED BRIDE: Steel Devils MC

by Sophia Gray

  “What? Why?”

  “Because you’ve been reassigned.”

  “By who? I don’t want to be behind the bar. No one even asked me about it.”

  “D doesn’t ask his girls what they’d like to do. He said you’re to be put behind the bar, so you are behind the bar. If you have a problem with that, you can talk to him or go home. I don’t really recommend either choice.”

  “Fine.”

  “Good answer.”

  I wasn’t happy about the change at all. It was going to severely limit me from mingling with members, which was the reason I had come there. Not many people sat at the bar, and even if they did, it didn’t allow me the opportunity to pick who I wanted to get close to for conversation. I was relegated to whoever sat down in front of me, which may or may not be of any use. I wondered why D had gotten me put back here too. First there was him making an excuse to stay at my house and now I was off the floor.

  “Can I take a break, Knuckles?”

  “You’ve got ten minutes, Janessa. No more.”

  “Thanks. I will be right back.”

  I made a beeline for D, who I had spotted walking across the casino floor toward the private club area. He was almost at the door when he heard me calling out to him and turned around. I could see from the expression on his face that he didn’t want to talk to me, but I still didn’t know what I had done to be punished.

  “Why did you put me behind the bar?”

  “Because it is where I need you to be.”

  “Why?”

  “Really, Janessa? It’s been a shit day. Do people have to question everything I say?”

  “I think you owe me an explanation.”

  “I don’t owe you anything, Janessa. You are my employee. I needed someone behind the bar. I put you there. End of discussion.”

  “No, it isn’t.”

  D suddenly reached out for my arm, yanking me into the doorway to the club area and hauling me over to a chair. Pushing me down into it, he leaned down toward me, his face only inches from mine. I suddenly felt frightened. Once again, I had forgotten who I was dealing with and was being reminded. Both his tone and his proximity unnerved me.

  “I put you behind the bar, Janessa, because I didn’t want you out on the floor being manhandled by other men. Happy? Does that satisfy your curiosity?”

  “I thought that is what I am here for, to serve drinks and entertain the men that frequent this casino.”

  “Not anymore it isn’t.”

  “Why?”

  “Jesus Christ, Janessa! Just let it go and do the job you’ve been assigned to do!”

  “D, I depend on the tips I make on the floor. I can’t stay behind the bar. They make half as much in tips. I’ll go broke and won’t be able to pay my rent. I mean, you pay the floor girls well, but the bar is different.”

  It was an excuse I had been drumming up in my head all evening. Money was the only thing I could think of that wouldn’t raise suspicion about why I wanted off the floor. Most girls would love to be behind the bar instead of servicing the members in ways that made them feel a bit less than proud.

  “I’ll make up the difference in pay, okay?”

  “I’m not a charity case, D.”

  “You don’t belong on the floor, Janessa. You aren’t like those girls, and I can see that. You are behind the bar. I will make sure you are paid well to be there. Nothing else to discuss.”

  “You’re infuriating. I’ve got to get back before Knuckles comes looking for me. Thanks heaps.”

  I walked out the door, mentally kicking myself for not finding a way to get away from the bar. I was going to have to put some serious thought into how I was going to manage things stuck behind the bar. It was going to mean spending hours outside of my work schedule at the bar in order to mingle, and that would have to be done very carefully. I wasn’t exactly the party girl type, so it wouldn’t play well with D and that could cause even more issues.

  By the end of my shift, I had come up with no better ideas about how to pursue things without looking suspect. Perhaps sleeping on it would bring fresh ideas. The main thing was that I had to be smarter than D, and that wasn’t an easy task. Not only was he intelligent, but he was also street savvy and very intuitive about people’s behavior. If I weren’t already anxious enough, I found myself being sent back to his office at his request once my shift was over.

  “Knuckles said you wanted to see me.”

  “Yes. Sit down, Janessa.”

  The phone rang and he picked it up. Suddenly his face was flushed red again and he was yelling into the phone. I got up to leave, thinking that I shouldn’t be there for whatever was going on, but he instructed me to sit back down with a wave of his hand and a stern look. I silently sank back into the chair and waited.

  “You tell him that I want answers in the morning or his family is going to be collecting on his life insurance policy. If you have to give him a bit of incentive to understand that I’m deadly serious, then do so. No one takes out one of my guys without explanation and doesn’t pay the price.”

  D slammed the phone down and glared at me for a moment. My heart was racing as I waited to see why I was there again.

  “Jack Knife is dead.”

  “What?”

  “I got a call a little while ago. They found his body up in the canyon at one of our hideaways we use from time to time. It wasn’t pretty, a message from the bangers down in central regarding something I haven’t quite sorted out yet.”

  “Dear God.”

  “God can’t help him now.”

  He stared at the door behind me for a moment, not saying anything. I felt more antsy than ever. After a few moments, he stood and walked around the desk, grabbing me by the arm and hauling me out to the elevators.

  “Where are we going?”

  He said nothing as we road up a few floors, despite my asking him a couple of times. I was more frightened than ever. Did he think I had something to do with Jack Knife? I arrived out of nowhere and was with him and now he was dead. I’m sure he had to think something of that. Opening the door to a room, he pushed me inside and closed it behind us. I looked around, noting that we were in his private room of the casino.

  He turned, rapidly closing the distance between us. I found myself pressed firmly against him as he kissed me fiercely. I felt myself melting into him again as his hands tangled in my hair and pulled at it once again, drinking me in ravenously as if I were the only woman who could satisfy his urgent need. I welcomed it, kissing him back feverishly.

  His blue-grey eyes were intense as he looked down at me and pulled me even more tightly against him. I barely registered anything around us, consumed by him as his perfectly chiseled face loomed next to mine and kissed me with his soft lips, probing the inside of my mouth with his tongue as if it were his personal belonging, as if I was only his.

  Though I knew I should push him away and tell him no after how cold he had been to me, knowing what trouble he might bring. I just couldn’t will myself to actually do it. Instead, I leaned into his kiss and returned his passion with my own. His kisses stirred a longing in me that I felt all the way to my toes. Even though I knew enough about the leader of the Black Aces to know he wasn’t a one-woman kind of guy and the girls had plenty of gossip about his sexual prowess—I could not resist his touch.

  Throwing all caution to the wind, I gave in to what I was feeling. We stumbled toward the king-size bed behind him, still locked together in a scorching kiss. D began unbuttoning my blouse as he continued to kiss me with renewed frenzy, pulling it away and dropping it on the floor behind me. His mouth drifted away from my lips as they found their way down my neck and along the edge of my considerable cleavage. Even in the darkness of the room, the moonlight streaming in through the windows created a beautiful contrast of his lightly tanned skin against my pale ivory flesh.

  I tangled my hands in his dark locks as he reached around me and unfastened my bra with deft hands, pulling it away lightly
to free it from my arms and dropping it on the floor. He stood there admiring my full breasts for a moment before kissing his way across them and sucking a single nipple into his mouth, teasing it with his teeth and his tongue.

  I felt shocks of electricity shoot out along my every nerve ending as he made contact in them most sensual and intimate way I could have ever imagine a man being. None of this had been expected. I was under the impression that he was done with me and that I had been hauled off for a reprimand or something far worse. Still, I couldn’t say I wasn’t glad it was happening. It felt amazing. Tonight, I wasn’t going to worry about what it all meant. It was just to be enjoyed.

  “God, you’re beautiful. You don’t know how many times I’ve imagined you out of those skimpy outfits you wear around the club. I can’t stay away from you,” he panted, reaching for the hook on my skirt.

  I could feel his excitement pressing into my leg as he reached around me. His touch sent a little chill up my spine and a shudder went through my body. I couldn’t believe this was happening. I tried to tell myself that it was all about getting closer to him to find out what I could, but if I were being honest with myself, it was more about the fact that I just really wanted him. I could barely focus on his words as he spoke.

  “You’d be embarrassed to know about all the fantasies I’ve had about spreading you across the bar right in the middle of all those people downstairs.”

  “Those sound like some naughty daydreams.”

  “You have no idea how naughty.”

  “Show me.”

  I watched as he slowly undressed, quickly stripping down to nothing, his sizeable erection protruding as he pushed me across the bed. His mouth found its way onto my skin, exploring me in the most tender way imaginable. He took his time kissing me all over, grazing my delicate skin with his lips as he traveled from one destination to the next, finding my center and parting my heated folds to expose the moist pink flesh within.

  Pushing my legs apart, he ate greedily at my center, teasing my clit with his teeth as a gasp escaped my lips, followed by low moans as he found my pleasure center with his tongue. He was devouring me, lapping of all of my essence and diving in for more. I knew somewhere deep down that I shouldn’t enjoy it, but I did. I was enjoying it more than I knew how to express.

  “Yes, my God. That feels amazing.”

  I was breathing heavily, completely absorbed in what an incredible lover he was already turning out to be. It was if he already knew every nook and cranny of my body, knew exactly where to touch me and just how to do it. I was putty in his hands, being molded as he saw fit. The bad part was that I wasn’t really minding it at all.

  “I want you to come for me, Janessa. I want to taste you.”

  His voice wasn’t much more than a whisper as he raised his head for a moment toward me and then returned to the sweet torture he was imparting upon my skin and pussy. I moaned beneath him, letting myself enjoy the sensations of how he felt. I wanted to chalk it up to just the sensations he was stirring, but I knew it was much more than that. I was somehow drawn to him in a way that went well beyond sex.

  I arched my hips upward as he lapped at my slippery pussy folds, causing me to groan loudly. I pulled at his shoulders with my hands, trying to pull him upward, but he resisted. He was determined to bring me to orgasm as he toyed with my clit using his thumb, all the while continuing his sensual assault with his tongue buried deep inside of me.

  Unable to hold back any longer, I gave in to his skilled mouth and hands and shook with the force of my first orgasm. I cried out his name repeatedly as my body seemed to shatter into a thousand tiny shards of pleasure, each orgasm more powerful than the one before it. He enthusiastically lapped up the juices he had created between my legs, kissing my thighs as he moved upward along my skin once again.

  “D, Oh God.”

  “I love the way you say my name. Come here.”

  His lips found mine, sharing the taste of my own juices with me as he kissed me deeply. Pulling away, he looked down at my face and watched me closely as he sank deep inside of me, pushing himself until he filled me completely with his throbbing cock and began rocking back and forth inside of me with excruciating slowness.

  I felt like I had died and gone to heaven as the friction increased between our heated bodies and I found myself once more on the brink of an explosion. My fingernails dug into his back as I let loose from my very center, almost pushing him free of me with the violence of my orgasm. It felt more like an eruption than a climax, leaving me breathless with the sheer force of it.

  “That was beautiful to watch and to feel.”

  I looked up into his eyes, realizing that D wasn’t just fucking me like one of the girls in the club. This was him, this was him giving himself to me entirely. He was taking his time, giving me as much pleasure as he would take. Perhaps it wasn’t love, but it was something meaningful, much more so than I would have ever thought. I realized again that it might very well be mutual.

  “I love how you feel inside of me.”

  “I think we fit together just perfectly. I love the way you tighten around me with each stroke. It’s incredible.”

  “Feels incredible from this side too.”

  There were no more words, just the animalistic sounds of our coupling as D slid in and out of me with long, piercing strokes. He was touching me in a way that went far beyond the physical as he continued to hold my eyes with his. He was taking possession, letting me know that he would own me before all was said and done. I should resist, but I found that I couldn’t. I just wanted more of him.

  Grabbing my hands with both of his, he pulled them above my head, leaning down to suckle at one of my hard nipples as he continually increased the depth and force of his strokes inside me. He was holding me down, taking what he wanted, and I didn’t mind. If he wanted to own me, then he could, at least for tonight. Perhaps for longer, even though I felt frightened by my desire for him.

  His passion took hold as he ceased his deep strokes and began pumping into me harder and faster, his grunts filling the room around us as he made me cum over and over. They seemed to only taper before launching into a new one. I was nothing more than a quivering mess as he took all I had to offer.

  I felt like I was on fire as he continued to pound into me feverishly. I realized that I was too far gone. I had lost all perspective with D. I was his and he was going to make sure I knew that without a doubt before I left this room tonight. I would be his possession, his prize, and I would never harm him in any way, or so he thought.

  My loud screams of pleasure bounced off the walls of his room as I gave him everything I had to give, but he showed no signs up slowing down, plunging into me again and again as he emitted a low groan from somewhere at the back of his throat. I didn’t know if it was him relieving stress from recent events or if he was always like this, but he had more staying power than I had ever encountered in a man.

  By the time he finally gave in to his own desires and came inside of me, we were both covered with fine droplets of perspiration and lay exhausted across the bed. Climbing beneath the covers, we drifted off to sleep for a while.

  Somewhere during the night, I was awakened by the feel of his fingers drifting lightly across my skin, his kisses raining down upon my neck. I nuzzled toward him, enjoying his caresses. I wasn’t sure how it could be happening, but I felt myself falling for D. The man who I had come here to destroy was somehow moving me to a change of heart. In fact, it seemed that my heart was playing a huge role in my thoughts concerning him.

  I found myself second guessing everything I had thought about him. I wondered if I was doing the right thing in trying to bring him down. Was it possible that he was innocent in all of this? If he had nothing to do with my father’s murder, was there a way to spare him in taking down the people who actually did the deed? Then again, was he truly innocent of anything? Wasn’t he the one who called all the shots here?

  I was still sorting out my head and h
eart when he pulled me closer, kissing me and exploring my folds with his fingers as I lay quietly against him. I was still tender from the roughness of before and it made it feel all the more intoxicating to have him touching my swollen folds. I felt like I was in heaven.

  We made love again, this time so slowly it felt like I might dissolve into tears of joy. I hadn’t felt this way in a long time. I felt a need for him that transcended the physical. I ached for everything he was giving to me, and I despised myself for wanting it. This wasn’t what I had come here for, but I couldn’t deny that it was something I desperately wanted. I couldn’t say that I didn’t want him in ways that I shouldn’t.

  Finally, we drifted back off to sleep in one another’s arms. I felt safe there, like nothing could ever harm me again. If D had set out to take complete control over me, he had done just that. It wasn’t just about the sex, but also the glimpses of the real man who existed beneath his tough exterior. I understood that he had a huge burden on his shoulders, a burden that denied him the ability to always be who he really was inside.