Fighting Demon (Satan's Sinners MC Book 10)

by Colbie Kay

  I burst out laughing. “As much as I do enjoy your cock, I think you just made me admit the truth. I knew I had feelings for you and have had them for a while, but I didn’t know where you stood.”

  The smile that appears on his face makes my heart skip a beat. “My stance is…” He closes in on me. “I fuckin’ love you, Dancer.” His lips descend, meeting mine in the lightest of touches.

  My gut twists with elation but also regret. I didn’t expect this to happen. I took this too fucking far, and now, I’m going to pay one way or another.

  “Where did you learn to dance?”

  My eyes drift up to the ceiling. "As long as I can remember, all I’ve ever wanted to do was to dance. Ballet specifically. My dad put me in lessons when I was around three or four, and by the time I was sixteen, I was going to try out for Julliard. Then everything changed."

  "What happened?"

  "My father. He was killed.” That gut-wrenching pain slams into me like a hurricane.

  Demon sucks in his breath and falls onto the bed. He pulls me into his chest. “I’m sorry.”

  Tears fill my eyes, and my nose stings. “Why are you called Demon?” I quickly change the subject to deflect, turning the attention away from me.

  He lifts one arm above his head while his other hand plays in my hair. "The demons of my past follow me wherever I go. I used to have bad nightmares, but Chayser was always there chasing them away. He's my brother, blood brother, and we have two sisters. The shit our father did was—"

  I interrupt him, "You don't have to tell me." I may have blurted that, but inside, I’m screaming for him to tell me everything.

  "I want to. Trust, remember?” He sighs heavily and closes his eyes as if he’s going back in time. “He was a drunk, leaving me, the oldest, to tend to my brother and sisters. He wouldn’t even come home from work. Instead, he went straight to the bar until they closed, and when he came stumbling home, he was a monster. Pure fuckin' evil. It started with his beating us until we thought we were smart by hiding, but that only made it worse. I took the brunt of his anger to protect my siblings. Then one night, it all changed. He started touching us in places no father should touch his children, making us touch him and perform sexual acts on him, eventually he raped us all. Not once or twice…he would take turns with us. The three he didn’t choose that time had to sit there and watch it being done. I still have nightmares of when Rebecca was six and she refused to hide. He called her over to sit on his lap. I still hear her screams in my head. He fucked his six-year-old daughter while we were forced to watch. I wanted to kill him but was too scared we'd fall into the State system and be split up. I fuckin' tried so hard to protect them, and I became so angry with no release. That's when my obsession with blood started. At first, it was just cutting on myself, then I craved the taste of it. Once that happened, it became an addiction."

  "Demon..." I wipe a falling tear from my cheek. “What happened to him? Your father?”

  “Don’t ask me that.” His tone is hard. “I need a smoke.” He climbs out of my bed, and I get a good look at how toned and defined his ass is. He is stunning. He throws me my shirt then puts his jeans on. “C’mon.”

  Sliding my shirt over my head and body, I glance down at my father’s old t-shirt. I pushing away the ache forming in my chest, ignoring it, and follow Demon outside. “You have a sexy voice, you know that?”

  "What?" He laughs, and my lips lift at the sight of the little lines in the corners of his eyes, also catching a glimpse of his straight teeth.

  I sit next to him on the steps, his arm rests on my shoulders to drag me closer into his side. "You never talk much, so I wanted you to know I like hearing your words."

  He takes a long drag from his cigarette. Normally, smoking would turn me off of a guy, but not Demon. I guess he’s excluded from every rule. "I never have shit to say. Meaningless chatter is pointless. I only speak when I’ve got something to say."

  My head lifts. "But you talk to me."

  His gaze locks with mine. "Because with you, nothing is pointless. I love you, Dancer. A fuckin' lot."

  "I love you too."

  Sitting at the bar, I take a long pull from my beer bottle. My eyes drift toward the opening door, and I almost choke at the sight of Dancer walking in, looking sexy as fuck in her short black skirt and white glittery top. Her long dark hair flows down to the middle of her back in waves, and the heels she has on, add a few inches to her short height.

  I’ve been at Stilettos all week and her house after. She didn’t tell me she was coming to the clubhouse. She’s so fuckin’ gorgeous it takes my breath away. I don’t know how I got so fuckin’ lucky to have her as mine, even though it hasn’t been announced yet.

  She’s standing there as if she’s waiting for someone. Jealousy twists in my gut that she would be here for someone other than me.

  As I’m about to stand, Jorga runs over to her. “Dancer!” She squeals but doesn’t touch her best friend. The only person Jorga touches and allows to touch her is Tink. I plop back down on the barstool, keeping my eyes on her.

  “Hey, girl! Thanks for wanting to hang out. It’s so fucking boring without you at the house.” Boring, huh? My nostrils flare.

  Jorga laughs. “That’s just because I brought all the drama.”

  “You sure did.” Dancer laughs, and the sound punches me in the heart. What the fuck is this woman doing to me? She’s made me fall that’s for damn sure.

  “Let’s get some drinks before Tink joins us.” Dancer follows Jorga, heading my way.

  “Dancer,” I growl her name in a low breath.

  Her lips part as she sucks in her breath and cheeks flush. “Demon.”

  Jorga’s gaze darts between us as if she suspects something. “What’s going on with you two?”

  “Nothing,” Dancer shouts a little too quickly which makes my lips twitch with a smirk.

  Jorga’s gaze narrows and hardens, and I can tell that her suspicions are growing. “That doesn’t sound like nothing and by the look on Demon’s face you’re lying.”

  I speak up, “Mind your business, Jorga.” My attention snaps to Dancer. “You’ve been bored, huh?”

  “I didn’t…not with…” Dancer stutters over her words.

  “Come on, Dancer,” Jorga huffs. She glances over her shoulder at me. “I’m her best friend, she’ll tell me.”

  I snarl, “I don’t give a fuck what she tells you. Your best friend’s the one who said nothing was going on.” I chuckle at the sight of a flustered Dancer walking away.

  Keeping my ass planted on the barstool as the hours pass, I watch Dancer’s every move and how many drinks she’s consuming. I’ve been amused by the reactions on Jorga’s face, no doubt Dancer is telling her what’s going on with us. There have been some motherfuckers who approached the table, making me want to gut them, but like a good girl, Dancer sent them on their way. I’m trying to stay back and let her have some fun with her friend, but an overwhelming sense of needing to claim her is growing.

  It’s nearing 1:00 A.M. when Dancer stands from the table and begins to sashay toward the bar. Her footfalls are halted when her eyes land on a prospect fuckin’ one of the club whores on the pool table. Dancer’s eyes are glued to the scene, and my brow arches as I get an idea. I stand from the barstool and step toward her.

  She doesn’t even realize I’m behind her until I whisper loud enough for her to hear, “You like watching?”

  She jumps, and her hand slaps against her chest. “You scared me. I can’t look away.”

  My lips land on the side of her neck as I breathe in her sweet peaches and cream scent. “Come with me.” Without hesitation, she takes my hand in hers and shouts her goodbyes to Jorga and Tink.

  “What is this place?” Dancer’s eyes are wide as she takes it all in.

  “It’s called The Dungeon.” Holding her hand in mine, I lead her to the chairs directly in front of the stage. “Sit.” I occupy the chair next to her. Dancer’s clueless as to
what she’s about to witness, but my cock is twitching to see her reaction.

  The entire room goes black.

  The seats around me and Demon fill as darkness descends. The whole room grows quiet while staring at the stage. My heart beats wildly with anticipation. I don’t know what this place is or what’s going to happen. I don’t know why Demon would bring me here.

  At first, when we entered, I thought he had brought me to some kind of underground night club. The music was blaring, but no one was dancing. People were gathered at the bar, but there’s something off about the patrons. Some of the women and men had leashes attached to their necks and were being disciplined like dogs. A lot of people are dressed in leather, some in suits, and more in fishnet. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever seen.

  Faint sounds of violins begin to play. The darkness still continues with the exception of the dim lights casting a low intimate glow on the stage. Two people, a man and a woman, hold everyone’s attention. My pulse quickens as I watch the man remove his shirt and lay face down on the bench they have set up. The woman is completely bare of any clothing, she sits in a chair, facing the audience, her skin, creamy and pale, contrasted against the blackness of her long, sleek straight hair and the ruby red of her lips. The sound of the violins grows louder, more intense, as the woman takes two stick-looking wands with what appears to be large cotton balls on the ends in her hand and holds them up above her head. She brings them down with the sounding crash of a drum. It’s as if they have performed this act many times. I sit up straighter as my interest peaks. She dowses the cotton balls in a liquid then sets one of them on fire. My eyes widen while she rubs the unlit one against the back of the man. She touches his back with the fire and flames stay only where she touches him with the liquid. The flames are a beautiful cobalt blue. She runs her hand along the flames putting them out. The man stays completely still with his eyes closed. She repeats her actions until the violins drift away.

  She begins lighting candles while the man rolls onto his back. The woman stands from her chair and straddles the man’s lap while still standing. She rakes her nails up and down his chest before unfastening his designer slacks. Leaning over, she reaches for one of the candles and lets the melted wax gather. The man obediently waits, and then drip by drip, the wax pours over his skin. My breath hitches remembering Demon doing this exact thing to me. An intense throbbing forms between my thighs, and I shift in my seat as my panties are becoming soaked.

  Demon tugs on my hand. “C’mere,” He commands in his ruggedly dominating tone. I’m pulled onto his lap while still facing the stage. My eyes are locked on the couple who have moved on from the candles. She’s now riding the man in such a seductive and sensual way. Demon spreads my thighs with his as he reaches down, feeling how wet my lace panties are. “Mmm,” He groans into my ear. “You like watching her fuck him? Such a dirty girl.” He moves my panties to the side, and his finger glides over my pussy.

  “Demon,” I moan his name quietly as his fingers lightly skim across my clit.

  The couple on stage begins to ravish each other with kisses, bites, and raging thrusts. As the show goes on, my pulse thunders in my ears. I don’t even care if anyone is watching or can hear my cries of pleasure. The closer the couple is to pure euphoria, the closer I am to joining them. Demon’s strokes quicken as I draw near. The woman’s head lolls back, and the man pistons his hips upward. They come together so beautifully. My head drops down as my grip on Demon’s thighs tighten, my fingers digging into his jeans. “I’m coming,” I pant.

  “Let that greedy cunt soak my fingers.” His fingers edge me on, driving me closer to my orgasm.

  Once the waves crashing through my body settle, I wait for Demon to remove his hand. I spin around and snake my arms around his neck. “I love you.”

  He brings his fingers to his mouth and sucks my juices off. “I fuckin’ love you.” His other hand fists the back of my hair, and his lips slam against mine. His tongue invades my mouth, allowing me to taste myself.

  “That was quite the show, huh?” Our kiss is interrupted by a woman standing next to us. My eyes travel up her long legs until I’m met with glaring eyes and fiery red hair.

  “Yes, it was,” I respond with a sudden uneasy feeling.

  She sneers, “I wasn’t talking about on stage.”

  “Kassidy,” Demon growls in warning.

  “Guess I know why you haven’t been around the last few months. Why would you bring a vanilla here when you have me?” Her arms fold over her chest.

  My fight instinct along with jealousy is rearing.

  Demon helps me to stand on my own, and he gets to his feet too. “Walk away, Kassidy.”

  “What’s so special about her?” She whines like a bratty child.

  I step in front of Demon. Kassidy may be taller than I am, but I can guarantee, I’ll kick her ass. “Maybe I fuck him better than you.”

  Demon groans, “Dancer, I never fucked her.”

  “Kassidy!” A man yells from behind her. “Sorry, Demon.” He appears apologetic, and I wonder just how much authority Demon has here.

  Kassidy walks away with her head hung low as if she is about to be punished like a child. “What the hell was that, and what do you mean you’ve never fucked her? Why would she act like that?” I turn on Demon with narrowed eyes.

  “I come here a lot, well, before me and you started. I would take her into different rooms and do scenes with her, but I never stuck my cock in her. I’m assuming she was acting out because I’ve never brought someone here.”

  “Scenes?” I question.

  “Yeah, like when I used the candles on you and when I cut you, but it’s more intense, more hardcore here.”

  “So, you take it easy on me?”

  Demon’s lips lift. “Yes.”

  My hands raise to grip his cut and pull him closer. “What if I don’t want you to be easy?”

  His hands cup my neck as his thumbs caress my cheeks. “You wanna play?”

  “Maybe.” I bite my lip to keep my smile contained.

  Demon’s mouth meets mine. “Next time,” He whispers. And my heart sinks that I won’t get to experience it tonight.

  It’s been a couple weeks since I returned from dealing with my sisters, and Hanger is ready for us to go to Kansas City. We gather for church one last time before riding out.

  Hanger laces his hands together on top of the table. “I received a call from our Oklahoma Chapter. After what happened with Bones, they want to have a sit down to discuss shit.”

  Hunter pipes in, “Discuss what? Their fuckin’ president broke the rules plain and simple.”

  Hanger nods. “He did, and his tongue got cut out for the disrespect. I guess they want to see where we all stand from here. They’re VP will take over, and he’s deciding who will move up in rank.”

  “Can we trust they don’t have some kind of motive for meeting?” Writer questions.

  Hanger’s eyes drift to Writer. “It’s a chance we’re gonna have to take. We can’t be at odds within our own club.”

  Gunner huffs, “No, but if they’re stepping on our turf, we need to be prepared.”

  “I agree,” Bear concludes.

  I cut in, “Have you heard from Gritt?”

  Hanger’s stare meets mine. “Yeah, he said Louisa is settled in just fine.”

  Chayser sits up straighter. “And our sisters?” I know he’s been just as worried about them as I have, but they refuse to speak with us.

  “He said it’s been rough, but they’re making it. The drugs have their heads fucked right now, but I’m sure once they’re better, they’ll want to talk to both of you.”

  All I can do is nod. It fuckin’ hurts, but I have to deal with it until they’re ready.

  “Alright, brothers, have a safe trip and see you tomorrow?” Hanger calls an end to church.

  “Aye’s” fill the room from the five of us. The two prospects who are riding along are outside tending the gate.

 
; Hanger slams the gavel. “Church dismissed.”

  I park the van in the lot at Stilettos and jump out. "Demon, what the fuck?" Bear yells, throwing his arms in the air.

  "Hold the fuck on." I stroll inside and find Dancer behind the bar.

  She grins and bites her lip. “Demon.”

  I fuckin' love when she tries to act innocent, except I know my bitch is anything but. Being with her every day and still never being completely satisfied just confirms I’ll never get enough of this woman. I’m so fuckin’ in love with her and don’t care how much of a weak cunt that makes me.

  I step behind the bar and tug her into my chest. Her eyes pool with lust. "Don't fuckin' look at me like that. Listen, I gotta make a trip to Kansas City. I'll be back tomorrow night. I'll call when I'm headed back."

  Her lips purse to hide her smile. "You came to tell me that you’re leaving?"

  I run my hand over my beard. "Yeah, that's what you wanted, right?"

  "Yes." She fists my cut as she stands on her toes. "I'll see you tomorrow."

  "Damn straight." I cup her ass as my lips press against hers. “I fuckin’ love you, ya’ know that, right?” I say against her mouth.

  “Mmhm. I love you too,” She murmurs back. Her tongue slides against mine until we’re interrupted by the catcalls.

  Whistles and fists pounding on the bar from my brothers cause me to break away from her. I shout, "Shut the fuck up. Let's ride." I press my lips to her forehead. “I’ll see ya’.” I slap her ass before strolling out of the club with my brothers flanking me.

  "You and Dancer, huh?" Bear comments as soon as we’re outside.

  I nod once. "Me and Dancer. The pretty bitch has me fuckin' hooked."

  He smiles a shit-eating grin. "When's she gonna be wearing your property patch?"

  My eyes snap to his and fury rages inside my veins. "Soon. The bitch is mine, and I'll kill any motherfucker who tries to come between that."

  "Damn." He shakes his head. “She’s got that piranha pussy.”