by Colbie Kay
Once inside Bones’ office, my old president shuts the door. As he spins to face us, Hanger draws his gun, pressing it against Bones’ forehead and backs him into the door. “You asked my men to kill a woman for you and to keep it quiet from me?”
Bones holds his hands up in surrender. "They were mine first. They owe me."
Hanger’s teeth are bared as he spits, "If they were yours, you would have never sent them packing. You would have done what needed to be done as their goddamn president and brother to keep them. We've never had a problem, Bones, but we got one now."
"Hanger," Bones mumbles.
"I’m stripping you of your President patch because you don’t fuckin’ deserve the title. I could shoot you, but that would kill you. You will fuckin’ suffer for thinking you can go behind my goddamn back and ask anything of my men. Open your mouth." Bones tries to fight against Hanger, but I step up and help Hanger keep Bones in place. He knows better than to go against the founding chapter's president. I knew it was wrong the moment he asked me and Chayser to kill Louisa. I called Hanger the next day and gave him a head’s up of what was going on. Hanger didn’t hesitate to come. "Demon, cut his tongue out."
Without wavering, I pull my machete and stare into the fearful eyes of my old president. “Keep your hold, Prez.” Hanger presses the gun harder into Bones’ forehead, and with his other arm, he pushes it into Bones’ neck. Bones struggles for air and his mouth begins to open. With one hand, I pry his mouth open further and reach in. Once my fingers have a good hold on his tongue, I pull it out as far as I can, and my other hand brings the machete to meet his flesh. The long sharp blade smoothly slices through his meat and veins. Blood pours from the open wound, and I drop the piece of his tongue to the ground causing Bones to scream in agonizing pain. Hanger rips the President patch from Bones’ cut, and we leave the office as Bones scrambles around the room for something to stop the bleeding.
As we enter the bar, the Oklahoma members stare at us with questioning gazes. Hanger throws the patch down onto a table that’s occupied by a few men and club whores. “Find yourselves a new president.” We don’t stop walking even when Bones comes running and yelling words we can’t understand.
Chayser is waiting on his Harley. “What happened?”
I straddle my bike. “Let’s just say he won’t be asking shit again.”
Hanger chuckles. “Damn fuckin’ right he won’t. Let’s head to Arizona, brothers.”
We rode through the night to make it to Arizona by the next morning. We didn’t want to risk stopping to sleep and having any of the women get away from us. We made the normal stops anyone would on a long fuckin’ sixteen-hour trip, and we had to make sure Maryanne and Rebecca were comfortable on the ride. One thing I never thought I would ever do is slam a needle in either of my sisters’ arms, but here we fuckin’ are to keep them from getting dope sick.
We pull into the driveway of the rehab where Doc spent some time after trying to off himself, and Gritt meets us out front. Not only is he the founder of the rehab, but he’s also a counselor and the President of the Arizona Reapers MC.
Hanger and Bear help Louisa out of the van while Chayser and I climb into the back to have some time with our sisters.
"We're not going in there." Rebecca tries to be defiant, but I see the glistening tears in her eyes.
"We're adults, and you can't make us," Maryanne sides with Rebecca.
My glare snaps between both of them. "If you were adults, you wouldn't make the stupid fuckin' decisions you make."
Maryanne folds her thin arms over her chest. "Maybe we wouldn’t have had to make them if you and Robbie wouldn't have left us with Dad."
Chayser sighs heavily and runs his hand over his long dreads. “That’s not fair, Maryanne. We were doing what we had to do to get you out of there.”
Rebecca purses her lips and nods. "Right, you did what you had to do. You left us with a man who raped us more times than I can remember,” Her voice rises into a scream, “The same man who made you watch him do it! The same man we had to watch do that to you!"
I lean closer and hiss, "I tried to protect you. How many nights did I tell you to run and go hide? You told me no. You sat on that couch, and you let him do it!"
Our matching ice-colored eyes narrow on one another. "Because I couldn’t let you take the pain for us every single night. I couldn’t watch you touch him over and over, I couldn’t watch him beat you until you bled, and I stomached watching our father fuck you over and over. We were in it together, all four of us, but you being the oldest always thought you had to be the strong one to stand up and offer yourself to that monster.” Rebecca lowers her voice, “I loved you so much, David. I looked up to you, and I wanted to take that pain from you even if I was only six-years-old. If I can shoot a little heroin into my system to make me forget, I will. I’d rather be a fucking junkie than remember what happened to all of us.”
Maryanne snaps, "Then you both left, and it was up to me and Rebecca to fend for ourselves. You did what you had to do, well, so did we.”
Chayser sniffles and wipes his nose. "This place is going to help you both."
Maryanne laughs. "We don't want your help!"
My anger overrides all other emotions. “Then Bones shouldn’t have called us. Get out of the goddamn van!”
"No!" Rebecca shouts in my face.
Spit lands on my cheek, and I wipe it off with the bottom of my shirt. "Rebecca," I growl in warning. "I’ll drag your fuckin' ass in there if I have to."
"No, you won't," She challenges me.
Grabbing her by the ankles, I pull her out and fist her dark greasy hair. She screeches at me and fights against my hold, but I keep pulling her along until we're inside. "Gritt, I don't fuckin' care if you have to use force, you keep them here with eyes on them twenty-four hours a goddamn day. Understood?"
"I don't think we—" He begins, but my eyes shut him up.
I roar, "Keep them here!"
"Okay." His hard stare stays on the door as Chayser enters with Maryanne in the same hold I have on Rebecca.
Chayser says, "Thanks for taking them."
We stay at the rehab long enough to get the three settled without another word spoken. As we’re leaving, I give Gritt enough money to get them clothes and any other shit they need.
“Demon, is it our fault?”
My head whips to the side to meet Chayser’s gaze. His features are somber, and his eyes are shining with unshed tears as if he’s regretting ever leaving them. It’s as if my own thoughts and feelings are staring back at me.
“No. They’ll know that when they’re fuckin’ clean.”
“What if we—”
I cut him off, “Brother, you can’t think about the what-ifs. You’ll fuckin’ drown in what-ifs. Let’s go home.” My Harley vibrates loud enough that I won’t be able to hear him talk even if I wished to.
It took two days for us to get back. I should have ridden the rest of the way to the compound, but instead, I’m sitting on my Harley with rain pelting down on me. My long hair is caked to my face, and I’m asking myself, “Why the fuck am I here?” as I sit across from Dancer’s house waiting for her to get home from the club. I can’t even smoke a fuckin’ cigarette because the rain soaks it as soon as I get one lit.
Her Hummer pulls into the garage, and the door goes down before I have a chance to see her. Maybe all I desire is one fuckin’ glimpse. It’s been two weeks. Writer passes by and tips his head in my direction. I should pull away and never look back. I know she made it home safely, but I can’t fuckin’ bring myself to leave. How did I let her get under my skin so much? When I fucked her, that should have been it, she should have been out of my system. I got inside that pussy, I felt what she was like, I tasted her…I should fuckin’ leave right now. But I can’t.
The front door opens, and Dancer stands in the doorway with nothing except an old t-shirt on. Climbing off my bike, I stalk up to her house. When she’s within my reach, I snake my arm around her wai
st and tug her into my chest.
“Why are you here?” Her yellow eyes stare into my icy ones.
I should have fuckin’ known I needed more than just one look. “Don’t fuckin’ know.” I slam my lips against hers.
She breaks from my kiss, her black lashes fluttering as her eyes slowly open. "You've been gone for two weeks."
"Mmhm." My lips find the crook of her neck.
She sucks in a breath. "You can't just show up and expect I'm going to fuck you."
I stare at her, smirking. "Aren't you though?"
Her head tilts a fraction. "Demon..."
"Dancer..." My eyebrow cocks, waiting to hear what she will say next.
"Where were you?"
"You know the rules, no questions."
"I don't know if I can be some woman who waits around for you to show up when you want."
Reaching down, I pull her old shirt up slightly, enough for me to find she has no panties on. I run my fingers through her wet slit. "Your cunt says otherwise. And I need it real fuckin' bad right now." My lips press against hers. "Where's your room?"
"On the left," She mumbles against my lips.
While kissing her, I stride toward her room and throw the door open. Candles are lit. My brows pull tight in a confused frown. "No panties and candles? You saw me sitting out there and knew what I came for."
"Shut up." She deepens the kiss.
Demon releases me, I fall onto my comforter. In a desperate needy rush, I pull my nightshirt over my head while he’s begun removing his cut. I hold my weight on my hands while I sit up and ogle Demon as he takes off the rest of his clothing. My thighs are spread wide, and when he catches sight of me, a roaring growl escapes from deep in his chest. He stands at the edge of my bed in all of his naked glory, and I peruse every inch of his toned stature, his beautifully colored ink, and his domineering stance with fists clenched at his sides. It’s as if he’s trying not to lose control; as if he wants to grab me off this bed and hurt me in every good way possible.
I inch my way to the edge of the bed with my gaze locked on his, snaking my arms around his thick thighs to pull him closer. His unique scent of cologne mixed with smoke is heady. It takes everything inside of me to break our staring contest, but I do and squeeze his toned ass cheeks as I take his cock into my mouth.
A low rumbling groan falls from his lips. "Fuck, your mouth is perfect."
I close my eyes at Demon’s words, and a feeling of pride rises within me as his hand fists in my hair. I suck him in further and further until he’s touching the back of my throat, and I’m still not at the base of his shaft. Pulling back, I move my tongue along his length, feeling every protruding vein before I play with his tip. I can taste his saltiness as precum beads. "Take me all the way." I push down once again, relaxing my throat and swallowing, allowing me to take him further than before while keeping control of my gag reflex.
“Faster,” He orders with a hissing sound.
Glancing up, I find his eyes closed and his teeth digging into his bottom lip. His chest heaves, and it makes me feel powerful that even though he is still in control, I can make him react like this. My head bobs faster as my hold on his ass cheeks tightens.
He yells, "Stop!"
Letting his cock fall from my mouth, I pout breathlessly, "Why?"
His grip on my hair becomes tighter as my head is yanked back, forcing me to meet his eyes. "Don't question me. Move up to the bed and lie down."
I do so without another word of protest. Demon bends for a moment, and when he stands upright again, my stare widens at the sight of his blade in his hand. My pulse and heart race at a galloping rate. I should be scared, terrified, and maybe even tell him to get the hell away from me, but instead, I am exhilarated. I crave the excitement of what he’s going to do to me. Have I always had this darkness inside of me? I don’t know, but Demon makes me want to explore this new side.
He crawls up my body, towering over mine, and I’m caged in with the blade resting in his hand beside my head on the pillow. He stares down into my eyes, searching for something. "Trust is everything." His tone is low and deep as he continues, "I’m going to be honest with you, I’ve fucked a lot, used a lot of women as slaves and subs, but there was never any emotion there on my part. I’ve never felt any type of way for anyone.”
I feel impending tears brimming in my eyes. What the hell? Why do I suddenly want to cry? Why do I feel like I’ve been gutted? This was never about feelings or emotions. I bite my lip to keep it from trembling. “I get it. This isn’t about feelings or whatever. It’s just us fucking and having a good time.”
Demon lifts himself up to straddle me, and yet, I don’t have any of his weight on me. He holds the blade at my belly button before slowly grazing it up to my breasts. My breathing quickens as he drags it across my neck.
“You don’t get it, Dancer. You’re the first, the only, who has ever made my heart ache, who’s ever made me smile, made me laugh. You’re the first to fill me with excitement, make me feel intoxicated.”
My head burrows into my pillow, and my eyes roll back as I give into the sensations of the blade. The caresses mixed with his words makes me feel drunk and dizzy.
"How does it feel?" He questions, his voice rough.
"Good. It feels really good," I respond breathlessly.
The blade drags gently across my hard nipples, I tip my head back further.
“Keep your eyes closed and arms above your head.”
I obey his orders. Just as my hands grab onto my pillow, I feel a burst of heat on my belly. My body jerks from the fiery sensation, and I moan loudly.
“What do you want, Dancer? Do you want me, do you want to be mine?”
I think about his question when the next wave of heat hits my nipples. “Yes!” I cry out as my body bucks.
“Yes, what?” He growls.
“I want you. I want to be yours. I want everything.” More heat hits my flesh. I open one eye just slightly to see him holding a candle, dripping the melted wax over my body. Lines of dried wax replace the gentle touch of where his blade once was.
“Open your eyes.” Demon lays the burning candle back onto my nightstand. His fingers lace with mine as he presses his steel hard cock against my pussy. His lips find mine, and our tongues dance. It is so tender yet filled with so much intense passion. “Did you like the candle?”
I nod. “Yes, very much.”
He sits back up and grabs his blade once more. He begins scraping the dried wax, removing it from my body. “Look at how pink and fuckin’ beautiful your skin is.” Bending, his tongue latches onto one of my tight buds as he sucks it into his mouth.
I moan, “Demon.”
He moves to the other, offering it the same attention. “You’re a fuckin’ beautiful bitch, Dancer.” His mouth attacks the side of my neck as I feel him at my entrance. “I love hearing you say my name.”
Before I even realize what’s happening, his hand is around my throat, and his eyes are on mine. “I didn’t think it was possible for the devil to love.” He pushes inside of me all the way to the hilt.
Love? Between him thrusting inside of me and the whirlwind of everything he’s making me feel, I’m certainly not hearing him properly.
His fingers tighten, but it’s not enough to terrify me or cut off my breathing. “You made the devil fall.” His arms wrap around my back. While we’re still connected, he sits up on his heels, bringing me with him. One of his hands grabs my hair, pulling my head back. He bites the shell of my ear as I begin to find my rhythm. “Do you fuckin’ love me, Dancer?”
Oh, God, maybe I was hearing him right.
He jerks me closer to him with one arm. “Do.” He slams me down onto his cock. “You.” Up and down hard. “Love.” And again, harder. “Me?” He grits his teeth, and I scream out in a mixture of pleasure and pain.
“Yes. Yes, I love you.”
I feel his lips lift against the crook of my neck. “Show me.” He lays back onto the bed
, his hands gripping my hips before releasing me. He’s handing over the control to me. I begin to move my hips in the same sensual way I did when I was on stage dancing for him. My nails dig into his chest as his drag along my back.
"Demon," I cry out as my back arches. I chase that feeling growing deep in my core.
He thrusts up to match each of my movements, pushing into me harder. His hands massage the flesh of my breasts as his fingers roll my nipples between them. "Dancer," He calls my name as he sits up. His skull ring cuts into the flesh on my collarbone. He laps at the crimson, his strokes within me quicken. Every feeling, emotion, sensation is heightened.
"Don't stop!" I scream as a shiver runs up my spine. Faster, he drives into me faster, my lips begin to quiver, and my body shakes against his.
"Fuckin' come for me," He orders. "Let me feel you squeeze me so fuckin' good. Soak my cock with that greedy little cunt of yours." He cuts me again, this time along the flesh of my breast. "You're my perfect little slut," He roars.
"I'm your greedy little whore." The last word lingers as my orgasm explodes from my body, and I cling to Demon like he’s my savior.
"Fuck, yes!" He holds me in his tight embrace as his own release shatters through, filling me completely.
“I was in Oklahoma,” He quietly says into my chest a couple minutes later.
“What?” I pull back, my hands rest on his face as I lift his eyes to mine.
“You wanted to know where I’ve been. Oklahoma.” His brows are bunched, and there’s a sadness in his stare.
“Thank you.” My lips press to his. Demon rolls me onto our sides, breaking our connection. He gazes down at me, his eyes reflecting his longing. His fingertips caress my cheek then run through my hair. "You have two sides to you. You're so demanding, powerful during sex, but afterward, you're so caring, gentle, loving."
“I don’t know any other way to be. It’s who I am.”
I grin. “I love you just the way you are.”
His eyes narrow. “Do you really love me, or did you just say it cause of my cock slamming inside of you?”