Heart Recaptured

by Tillie Cole

  My breathing hitched and I felt a flow of wetness run from my core at the thought. “I wish for that too.”

  Groaning in anticipation, Ky reached past me to a drawer next to the bed. He retrieved a small foil packet and I watched as he ripped the foil in two, pulling something out, and began rolling it over his length.

  Placing my hands on his thick thighs, I ran them up and down, attempting to soothe my nerves, enjoying the flex of his thick muscles beneath my palms. Ky exhaled and dropped forward, staring at me so hard I squirmed under his attention. Taking hold of my waist, Ky rolled us so I was on top of him, straddling his muscled and tattooed waist. Startled and feeling exposed, I lowered my chest, wrapping my arms around Ky’s back, chest flush against his. The thud of his pounding heart drummed in my ears and I gripped him tighter, relief flooding through my veins when his arms wrapped around me.

  Shifting down, I traced the outline of a thick rope tied in a loop on his chest, running over his shoulder with my mouth. I then moved my mouth to his ear and whispered, “Take me.”

  With a guttural growl, Ky spun us until I was on my back, and with a tenderness I did not expect, he smoothed his hand down my leg, lifting it slightly until his manhood was braced at my entrance. Not once breaking eye contact, he pushed into me so slowly, that I felt every single part of him within me.

  Against my will, my fingernails clawed into Ky’s broad back, but the action seemed to excite him, and losing control, he thrust hard, filling me entirely.

  “Fuck!”

  “Ky!”

  We screamed in unison and Ky froze, his hot breath fanning my cheek as he tucked his head into the crevice between my neck and shoulder.

  “Are… are you okay?” Ky managed to ask through his panting breath.

  “Yes,” I replied in a quiet voice, eager for him to move. “Please… take me.”

  Ky began rolling his hips in a slow and steady motion, and my hands ran into his hair, gripping at the strands. Ky’s lips journeyed up my neck, across my cheek, and ended at my mouth. His kiss was soft and gentle at first, but as his thrusts increased, causing long moans to issue from my lips, his kiss became fevered, his tongue battling against mine. I freely submitted, letting him take from me what he wanted.

  Breaking from my mouth on a gasp, Ky looked into my eyes, an unseen emotion shining from their depths… so beautiful that tears threatened to fall. This joining was like nothing I could have imagined—sensual, intimate, and filled with more love than I ever knew possible.

  Our flesh became damp and hot. Something seemed to snap within Ky as his hips jerked and he pushed into me harder and faster. My head was spinning with the incredible sensation.

  “Take my hands,” Ky ordered, and I immediately complied. Threading my fingers through his, he lifted our intertwined hands over my head and locked his stare on mine.

  No words were spoken; they did not need to be. Everything that needed to be spoken was transferred through the small tensing of our eyes, the heavy breathing from our mouths, the groans, the small cries of pleasure trickling from our lips.

  This was making love. This was not a ritual and scheduled Sharing. This was real. This was beautiful… and so soul-changing precious.

  Ky’s fingers became unrelenting. He clasped both of my wrists within one of his hands, his free hand traveling downward. He rested it on my core, fingers rolling and teasing my bud.

  “Fuck, babe, I need to let go,” Ky rasped.

  “Yes, yes!” I screamed as the pressure built between my legs.

  Ky’s length seemed to swell and hit a place within me that made me lose all rational thought. Ky’s hard chest rubbed against my breasts and, pounding his hips with enormous energy, my breathing hitched as my pleasure grew to a crescendo. I screamed out, my channel clenching, my core pulsing. Tipping his back, Ky roared out his release, jerking and pushing into me in long, hard thrusts.

  Our breathing eased as we gently floated down from our mutual high. Ky released my arms, his length twitching inside my channel, causing me to moan when the sensations became too much for my sensitive core.

  Ky dusted kisses across my bruised cheek, careful not to press too hard, and I wrapped my hands around his neck. Ky’s nose rubbed down my cheek and his forehead pressed against mine. His eyes closed as his breathing calmed.

  “I love you, Li. Christ, I fuckin’ love you,” he confessed. I could hear the disbelief and shock laced in his voice. My heart swelled and I began to think of a life with him. A life far from all I had been taught was true, but my soul was attached to his… joined, melded with his.

  This was sacred.

  This could be it…

  “You okay, baby?”

  I nodded shyly, and Ky slowly withdrew himself from my core. A sense of emptiness instantly settled within my chest, but after going into the bathroom, Ky rejoined me on the bed, scooping me up in his arms.

  I felt so safe. I quickly realized I could spend forever in his arms, just like this, right here, right now.

  “I ain’t ever thought I’d feel this way about a bitch, Li, but you’ve done it. You’ve got under my skin and changed me,” Ky finally spoke.

  “I have?” I felt Ky’s head nod against the top of mine. “How?”

  Deft fingers began combing through my hair, soothing me and lulling me to relax.

  “Baby, from the minute you crawled outta that cell all those weeks ago, I was gone. Gone for your beautiful fuckin’ face, your killer fuckin’ frame, those eyes, those lips… Shit, I remember seeing you next to Mae all scared and shit, and like a fuckin’ bolt of lightning I was struck.”

  I froze at his words. I was gone… for your beautiful face… bolt of lightning. I was struck.

  “R-really?” I remarked, praying to all that was holy that he would continue.

  “Yeah, Li. I dream about you in my bed, on the back of my bike. Pictured how fuckin’ stunning you’d be riding my cock, wearing my patch. Every brother in this club, except Styx and probably Flame, wants you. You’re the hottest bitch I ever saw. You got every one of these dicks in this MC entranced, Li, including me… especially me. Some damn voodoo spell you got me under that no other bitch has ever been able to do.”

  My heart skipped a beat and a deep panic set in my chest. I felt like I could not breathe… I cannot breathe!

  My hands began shaking and my palms sweated. I prayed Ky hadn’t noticed anything was amiss. His hands gripped me tighter, and I stilled.

  “Li, I wanna know if—”

  “Ky! Get your fuckin’ ass to church now! Styx is ‘bout ready to slit your throat!” someone shouted from the hallway and pounded heavily on the locked door.

  “Shit!” Ky spat and jumped from the bed, pulling on his pants and shirt in quick succession. Reaching for his cut on the floor, Ky pushed back his messy hair with his fingers and stalked toward where I lay in the bed. He smiled, his teeth raking his bottom lip as he looked down at me.

  Placing a knee on the mattress, Ky leaned down and crashed his lips against mine. I could taste my scent on his lips, and tears filled my eyes as I let myself enjoy his touch, his soft mouth.

  Breaking away, Ky sighed and gripped my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze. “Fuck, Li, what the hell are you doing to me?” he said and walked to the door, casting me one last look. He shook his head and muttered, “Cunt-struck, one hundred percent cunt-struck.” With that he left the room, taking my heart and all hope with him.

  It had happened again… only this time I had lost my heart to the victim.

  I had swayed Ky to evil. I had taken a man with no desire to give his heart and my temptress ways had trapped him. I had lured him into believing he loved me… but it was all a fiction. He did not love me.

  He is under my spell.

  Lord! Everything Prophet David said was right. I was a harlot, the devil in disguise. I committed adultery by lying with an outsider. My punishment was his false love.

  A pained cry ripped from my throat. I tossed back the sh
eet from my naked body and jumped to my feet. Rushing to the bathroom to pick up my discarded dress and headdress, I caught a glance of my reflection in the mirror and could not help but stare. My face was flush, my hair messy and wanton, and my body was damp with sweat from where our bodies had joined.

  Tears were now streaming down my cheeks. I hated this hell! Hated that I was born this way, of Satan. I hated these looks, hated that the man I had fallen so deeply in love with was enamored not by my heart, my soul… me! But by these seductive looks, this brazen sexuality that poured from every inch of my body.

  With shaking knees, I dressed quickly, throwing up my hair in a haphazard bun, and secured my headdress in place. I paced back and forth on the bathroom floor, my heart fracturing by the second, breaking into smithereens.

  Ky did not truly love me. He was under my spell. He said so himself, from his very own lips. It was an illusion. I had ruined my purity, my virtue, for a man entrapped by my allurement. I had stolen his freedom… I was the sinner, not him. I was the damned, not the men at this club.

  What are you doing to me? I was gone… for your beautiful face… Like a bolt of lightning, I was struck. Ky’s words kept tormenting my mind. What are you doing to me? It was my face. He was in love with the face, but not the woman underneath. He could only ever love this face.

  I cannot breathe… I cannot breathe!

  Gripping my chest, I focused on inhaling air into my closed-with-panic lungs, but the room was so stifling. I was unclean. I needed to cleanse, to pray. I needed to repent, seek the Lord’s forgiveness, try and wrestle back my soul from the devil’s clutches.

  Creeping to the closed door, I pressed my ear against the wood, trying to hear any sound. There was nothing. Carefully turning the doorknob, I opened the door just a fraction to check the hallway was clear. Voices drifted through vents from the lounge, but drawing my courage together, I entered the hallway, closing the door behind me, and tiptoed to the exit. I had to go to the river. I did not know what else to do.

  Reaching the exit door, I pushed on the handle and instantly felt better as the night air kissed my hot skin.

  Checking around me, I could see no one. Clattering and drilling noises came from the direction of the front gate, but I ran across the yard unseen and quickly reached the cover of the trees.

  With every step I took, scripture poured from my lips, reciting my shame. Shame of my fornication, my adultery… my harlotry.

  “Proverbs 5:3-20. ‘For the lips of an adulteress drip honey, And smoother than oil is her speech; But in the end she is bitter as wormwood, sharp as a two-edged sword. Her feet go down to death, Her steps take hold of Sheol.’”

  Branches hit my face, cutting at the skin. The hard, dry soil ripped at the soles of my feet, but I kept running to the river. The cleansing water would rid me of dirt and sin. The cleansing waters would take away the unclean.

  Bursting into the clearing, I ran for the riverbank, tearing the ties of my headdress, and immediately let loose my hair. My vision was blurred by unshed tears and I blindly reached for the zipper on my dress.

  I was so preoccupied with getting clean that I failed to hear the rustling of trees behind me. Failed to hear the thudding of six sets of boots crunching through the fallen twigs and leaves. Failed to hear six men step into the clearing, surrounding me, men with guns.

  “Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair, so I may climb the golden stair.”

  My hands froze on the zipper as I heard a man speak.

  Turning slowly around, I choked on a scream when I was confronted by six men wearing white vests and denim pants. The man at the front stepped forward, an older man with a paunch stomach and a rough red beard covering skin scarred by pockmarks.

  “Need help with that zipper there, darlin’. I’d be just fine with helpin’ you out some.”

  I stumbled back, heart in my throat. I searched the line of trees, looking for an escape, but the men had closed in on me, their large guns pointed down but their hands firmly gripped on the handles, ready to aim and fire.

  “Hot damn! They told me you were one red-hot bitch, but they didn’t quite say I’d be hauling prime steak. You’re fuckin’ incredible, Rapunzel.” The man felt along his length and licked his lips. Vomit rose in my throat. “I may even have to sample a taste when we get y’all tied up nice and tight.”

  “My… my fr-friends will be here soon,” I tried to threaten, but the man at the front simply smiled, and the rest of the men laughed in chorus.

  “Now we both know that ain’t the truth, don’t we, darlin’?”

  “They will, be assured.”

  The men broke into laughter, and I clasped together my shaking hands.

  “No fucker will be coming from the Hangmen, sugar. We created a nice little diversion to get the bastards in their lil’ church or whatever the fuck they call it. And they’ll be in there for a good damn while. We were gonna come in for you, girl, all quiet and stealth, but when we saw you running down here, well, you just went and made our night a whole lot easier, now didn’t ya?”

  I breathed in through my nostrils just as he said, “So I’ll tell you what’s about to happen.”

  My eyes widened as he approached. My nose stung as I took in his scent, a mix of body odor, tobacco, and alcohol. When he reached me, he lifted his hand and ran his fingers through my hair. My eyes snapped shut, and I became paralyzed by fear.

  “Fuckin’ beautiful, darlin’. Pure Aryan too, blond hair and blue eyes, Hitler’s fuckin’ ideal bitch. A Klan brother’s living wet dream. Hell, if I weren’t been paid a bucket load of cash to deliver you unharmed to those freaks in bumfuck nowhere, I’d be taking you back to the ranch with me, showing you what it’s like to be fucked by the pure race.”

  As he dropped my hair, panic fueled my legs and I bolted for the forest.

  “Get her!” the man in charge shouted, and I heard the scramble of feet in my wake.

  I pushed my legs harder, praying I could make it to the clubhouse to get help, to get Ky, but as I was about to breach the entrance to the woods, rough hands grabbed at my shoulders and pushed me down onto the ground. My back hit the hard dirt with a heavy thud, the impact robbing me of all the air in my lungs. My arms were scratched with the twigs and leaves, and my entire body ached. I struggled and fought to get free, as Ky had once told me to do, but the large man above me raised his arm and whipped the back of his hand across my face. My vision blurred and the world seemed to tilt on its side.

  “Pin her down!” a faint voice ordered, and my arms and legs suddenly felt leaden. A leaf flowing downstream on the river caught my eye, skipping by rocks and boulders. For some strange reason, I could not pull my attention away. It looked so simple, so free, on its own journey into the unknown.

  “You got it, Jep?” a low voice asked. The man above me grunted in response as the leaf kept floating southward.

  Rough hands gripped my cheeks, and he wrenched my head upright. Something was placed over my mouth, smothering me, but I was too dazed to fight it off. Its smell was strong; the more I breathed in, the sleepier I became.

  “She out yet?” someone asked from my left, and I rolled my head toward the sound. A pair of black boots were near my head, but all I saw was that solitary leaf in the river, drifting peacefully around the bend and out of sight.

  I never did find out the fate of that leaf, for the world around me began to turn black. As deep panic ripped through my body, one final image rushed to the forefront of my mind, bringing me an overwhelming sense of peace: Ky. Ky’s beautiful face. His blue eyes shining, his sumptuous mouth smiling, his long blond hair messy and unkempt. Best of all, he gazed upon me with pure adoration and love. My Ky’s kind face kept me safe as I was pulled down to an abyss.

  He always kept me safe.

  He would forever have my heart… even if I could never have his.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Ky

  “I say we load up everything we fuckin’ have and storm that moth
erfuckin’ ranch. Bring a fuckin’ Blitzkrieg on those pointy-hooded fascist cunts!” Viking spat out and hammered his fist on the table to emphasize his words.

  Tank shook his head. “This ain’t the same Klan we were dealing with a few months back, Vike. Johnny Landry is out. He’s organized, a fuckin’ genius. He’ll be expecting us.” Tank looked away from Viking and focused on Styx. “Him coming here tonight, blowing the front gate and taking out sluts and hang-arounds but none of the brothers, is fuckin’ weird. If he’d wanted us gone to Hades, he might not have got all of us, but his aim with a gun is second to none. We’re all still here, living and breathing another day—this shit was planned.”

  Styx’s expression darkened. “That fucker knocked my woman out, made me insane when I thought it was worse. For that alone he’s gonna meet the boatman… slowly, after I carve a fuckin’ H in his chest and gift him a permanent smile.” I verbalized Styx’s words to Tank, but my mind was elsewhere… back in my room with Li, my cock buried deep in her tight pussy, watching that fuckin’ stunning face of hers beneath me—eyes closed, mouth slightly open as she moaned my name in her cock-teasing breathless voice.

  Ky… I love you… Ky… Ky…

  “Ky!” someone shouted, ripping me from staring off into fuckin’ space, daydreaming.

  I followed the voice to find Bull and his fully Maori-tattooed face glaring at me, his pumped arms crossed over his chest. He flicked his head in Styx’s direction. When I faced my best friend, he was fuckin’ murdering me with his eyes. They were suspicious too, and my stomach dropped. He was gonna cut off my dick with a blunt blade when he found out I’d fucked Lilah.

  Tank coughed and said, “Like I was saying, something bigger is going down. That IED at the gate was a distraction.”

  Styx clicked his fingers, and I followed his hands. “You’ve done this shit with them when you were with the brotherhood. What would they be up to? And what the fuck would they want from us? Thought Landry didn’t want revenge for taking out their men a few months back?”