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I hate the way I miss her. I shouldn’t think of her as much as I do. It’s wrong, yet I can’t seem to stop. It’s getting worse with each day. I remember the way her body fit snugly behind mine, how right it felt to have her on the back of my bike. I want to ride by her place, knowing she’s not at work yet, but I can’t. I have to go straight to the clubhouse to check in.
I turn off at the MC, following Dad and North, with Saint and Mako right behind me. Mako parks the truck off to the side, while Saint and I park next to the other prospect bikes. Dad and North pull right up front next to Ruin and Chaos’ bikes. I won’t try to lie to myself. Seeing Chaos’ bike damn near has me shitting my pants. At least Dad is here this time. I know things won’t get too crazy with him around. He and Chaos feed off each other’s energy, and if one is calm, the other usually remains that way as well.
“Brothers,” is boomed as we enter. “Prospects,” prez acknowledges all of us. “Any issues, Bash?” he asks.
Dad shakes his head. “Nah, the run was easy. Good ride and no problems. They’re a wild bunch for sure.”
Chaos grins, smacking Dad on his back. “That’s what I like to hear. Let’s get a beer and you can catch me up.” They head for the bar and I stay back, seeking Ruin. Him, Bear, and Crow aren’t around so they must be handling something out back or in the garage. I leave to take a piss, and when I return, Dad waives me over. They’ve moved to some couches by the pool table they’re always playing on.
Chaos gestures. “Have a seat, Sterling. We need to talk.”
I swallow and offer a jerky nod. I’ve known Chaos my entire life, and it’s not that I necessarily fear him…I respect him. That’s what makes this situation difficult. “All right.” I plop my tired, road-weary ass down, and give him my full attention.
“You left with Leigh on the back of your bike,” he begins. Dad’s brows jump.
So I didn’t mention that to him earlier. I sorta left out some shit ‘cause I didn’t want to discuss it then. Fuck. I don’t want to deal with this right now either, but I don’t have much of a choice any longer it seems.
“Considering that spot is normally empty, that’s a fairly big statement coming from you. Granted, the brothers weren’t around, but it still must mean something.”
I hope she didn’t tell him anything. I doubt she would though. Leigh is trustworthy when it comes to me. She’s always been that way. “It’s not like that,” I start off, and he shoots me a look that says he thinks I’m full of shit. He’s right because it is like that. I want her.
“It better not be any sort of way except brotherly, you feel me? My daughter’s nineteen years old and doesn’t need a motherfuckin’ King beating on his chest over her aside from me. You hear me?”
I exhale, keeping my mouth locked tight. This isn’t a conversation after all; it’s merely a warning. He wants me to stay away from her, and won’t hear anything else on the matter. Well, his message is received loud and clear, and I’ll do what’s necessary to keep the peace, whether I like it or not. And, for the record, I don’t like it.
“Yes, sir,” I eventually get out, knowing my father expects that response from me, as does Chaos. This is going to suck ass.
You are far too smart to be the only thing standing in your way.
-Jennifer J. Freeman
I’ve seen the videos of Sterling. I’ve watched them all. I don’t know why I didn’t think of this sooner. I bribed Crow. He’d been acting a little weird around the club lately, and I happened to point it out. He was scattered at my acknowledgment and said he’d do anything to prove he was just like all the other prospects. Poor guy is newer around the club, so I took advantage of it. He offers me a thumbs-up, as he stands behind the monitor with the audio and camera controls. If he had any idea of what Ruin or my father would do to him if they saw him here helping me, he’d be running for the hills.
He sent the text to Sterling for me, letting him know there’s a new girl signed up and he’s being called in to fuck me for the next Porn Kings flick. I wanted Tyra to paint my face like she does with the guys, make me sexy and savage, but no one can know about this—not even her. My brother would kill me, as would my father. They’d be so pissed, I’d never hear the end of it. So here I am, in a black fitted mask. It’s not perfect but will do the trick. The only thing on the material is two glowing Xs where my eyes should be and a fucked-up sinister smile. It glows neon green and is a bit blinding from the inside. The fabric over my eyes and mouth is a thin black mesh with tiny holes, the same color as the rest. I’ll be able to see him, but not the other way around. Sterling will never know who I am unless I speak.
I remove my clothes, exposing my naked body to the room and the cameras. I dust a bit of edible powdered body glitter over my nipples that I brought along. It tastes like vanilla frosting, which I know Sterling loves. My bikini lines tattle, telling on me that I tan topless on the balcony at my apartment. Not that anyone will guess it’s me. Only my closest friend knows I have a penchant for tanning in the nude because she does it as well. Magnolia’s always been a bit of a bad influence, but that’s one of the many reasons why I love being her friend.
I lie back on the bed and wait, but not for long. My nerves twist my stomach with anticipation and excitement. I’ve waited far too long to have this man, to feel him skin to skin. Finally, one of my fantasies is going to come true. The best thing out of this is, if we don’t work well together, he’ll never know it was me and we can keep being friends. Not that I doubt our sexual chemistry. If anything, I imagine it’ll be positively sinful. The pull between us is natural and it’s been there for a long time.
The door opens and Sterling swaggers inside. He’s got a proud strut, like he owns everything and gives zero fucks. It’s alluring, and I find it hard to look away, whether my vision is fuzzy from the mask or not. His gaze finds me, mouth dropping open in surprise. He’s not used to anyone having the upper hand, not even in here from what I’ve heard. People don’t talk much at the clubhouse, but they do slip up at times, and I’ve managed to catch some details about Sterling’s sure attitude in his ‘work’ so to speak.
I smirk behind the mask and move to stand, giving him a better view of my curvy body. After his tantrum over my clothes at the car wash, I know he’s had to notice me and has been paying attention to my luscious curves. It’s his lucky day as he’ll get up close and personal with them all. I step to him, reaching to peel his shirt away before he can protest. He goes with it, his brows practically in his hairline. I continue to undress him, relishing in the task as i move lower and peer up at him from my knees. He can’t see my expression though, nor the adoration reflecting in my gaze…only the creepy mask. My sense of protection, allowing me to finally be as brazen as I wish with him.
His long, thick cock juts out proudly before me. He’s big and hard, making my mouth water to taste him. I didn’t think that through with this disguise, however. Hopefully, there’ll be a repeat where I can take him in my mouth and taste him properly. The thought alone of me worshipping him with my tongue has me growing slicker between my thighs.
He grabs for a shiny wrapped condom from a full bowl placed off to the side, along with his cryptic skull mask. He pulls it over his head quickly, and I impatiently tug him along behind me. I lift my hand in the air, spinning my finger to signal the music to be turned on. Crow obliges, “Dizzy” by Missio floods the room. As soon as I’d heard this song for the first, I knew I wanted to fuck Sterling to it.
I pause at the foot of the bed, shoving him so he falls backward onto the dark bedspread. “Fuck,” he curses. I’ve seen how he is. He’s a Porn King. A King. He’s in charge. Well, fuck that. Today, he’s mine. Wasting no time, I straddle his legs, slowly working my way up his body while watching him roll the condom over his impressive length.
“You want me?” he rasps, the heat coating his timbre. He’s in a trance as he stares me down. Inch by inch, I crawl until the tip of his cock rubs
from the top of my head, over the front of my cloth-covered face, pausing for me to nudge it with my mouth. Jesus, I wish my lips weren’t covered right now. he’s the most sinful fucking man I’ve ever had my hands on before.
He groans and I grin. I rub my mouth over the head of his cock, teasing, then continue my perusal. My chin moves, running up his full length, and his fists clench, not used to practicing patience in his pornos. He wants this badly enough he’s waiting me out. My nails slide up his abdomen, leaving behind pink trail marks. I eagerly take in his flexed muscles, gaining my balance on my knees to hover over his length.
“Now,” he orders, and I stop, wagging my finger at him. He’s not a spoiled brat in here. It’ll be my way, and then he’ll get his orgasm. Besides, I’m enjoying myself far too much, finally getting to explore his body after dreaming of it for so long. He’ll have to be patient a bit longer. If I weren’t so horny for him, I’d be taking even longer to worship his form.
“Naughty,” I manage to make my voice a bit velvety, and he draws in a quick breath. Leaning back on my hands, I pop my groin up, spreading my thighs wide so he can see everything. He needs to know exactly what he does to me, how much his sexiness affects my body too.
“Fuck,” he grinds the curse out again with a heavy sigh. He must’ve noticed my pierced pussy. Once I saw his Jacob’s ladder in his videos, I knew I needed one too, and got my hood pierced. It was painful, but the best decision. It’s brought me countless pleasures. When he had me on the back of his bike, it was a struggle not to come from the vibrations alone. I was pissed when we ended up at the clubhouse and not at one of our places. We should’ve fucked that day. He and I both know it, yet he pretends like he doesn’t feel what I do. He can lie to himself all he wants, but the truth will come out. I’m about to prove my point here and now, just how perfect we fit together.
“You believed you were the only one? Tsk, tsk, bad boy,” I taunt in a whisper.
He reaches towards the sliver of pink flesh, lightly trailing the pad of his finger over the silver jewelry, and I moan. He takes the opportunity to rim my opening, but I allow him to get no further. Dropping my pelvis, I lean forward and rub my pussy lips around the head of his cock. I wish I could feel him bareback the entire time, but I know he only fucks with a condom. After watching all of his videos multiple times, you begin to notice all the little things. Like the light tan freckle he has on his left hip bone area. One day, I’ll kiss that spot. I’ve promised myself, and I’m determined to make it come true.
“Who are you?” he utters, caught up in the sensations.
Who am I indeed…Only the woman who’s been lusting after him for years. Would he freak out if I told him I’m his? I am, but I don’t think he’s ready to hear that just yet. I don’t want to blindside him with a dose of truth at the moment, but rather, lure him in further so he’ll accept our fate when the time is right.
“I’m what you’ve been missing,” I claim confidently instead, and sink over his thick length. I cry out, his piercings along his large cock like nothing I’ve ever felt before. My eyes begin to roll heavenward, but I fight myself to keep them trained on him instead. I can’t miss a mere moment of us being together.
Holy shit. I understand why the fucker’s so cocky and sure of himself now. “Oh!” I choke out as his hands claim my hips, shifting us to hit deeper inside. At this rate, I may have his cock sitting in the back of my throat, he feels so damn deep inside me. I sit a moment, just rocking and trying to hold back from coming. I attempt to move a beat later, gritting my teeth as I climb my way back upwards, then rotate my hips.
He groans, motivating me to keep moving the same way, before suddenly dropping down hard. We call out in sync, and I silently rejoice. I keep up the pattern. I don’t know how much time passes, lost in our bodies finally joining. The lyrics play on a loop in my mind, reflecting my personal thoughts. I ignore the fact we’re being recorded and watched by Crow. In my mind, it’s only me and Sterling, and everything’s the way it should be.
“Where have you been all my life?” he asks too low for the camera to pick up. In my next breath, he’s flipping me onto my back, him hovering above me, nestled between my thighs. and I’m surrounded by his manly scent, driving me wild. He’s so much better than I ever could’ve imagined. “I’m the wolf in here, sweetheart,” he warns with a quick thrust forward, making me gasp for my next breath. “Don’t get it twisted, sugar.” He draws out to his tip, then dives back in. It feels insanely good.
I lean up until my cloth-covered lips touch his masked mouth. I lick his perfect pout through the material and declare, “Perhaps you’re not the only predator in the room, sugar.”
With a growl, his hand comes to the middle of my chest, shoving me back down. He holds me to the bed as his hips pick up speed, pistoning his cock in and out of me, hard and deep. In mere moments, I’m screaming through my orgasm, and he’s roaring with his release. This was no Porn Kings movie. This was him and I—fucking. No one else was in the room with us. As far as I’m concerned, everything else disappeared but him.
“Sterling,” I murmur his name, lost in a blissful bubble as I begin to come down. Mini zaps of pleasure still hit me randomly, keeping me sated and on edge all at once. I think I came twice in a row, if I’m honest with myself, and I’m too out of it to realize I’ve slipped up until he’s yanking my mask from my face. Stunned would be an understatement, once he discovers my face underneath. He jumps off the bed so fast, you’d think his ass was on fire.
“What the fuck!” he roars. “I can’t believe this shit! You want me dead? Is that it? You want Chaos or Ruin to fucking kill me? Goddamn it, Leigh!”
“W-what? What are you talking about?” I ask. My eyes shoot toward Crow. He shakes his head, letting me know he has the cameras off, but smartly he remains silent and away from Sterling’s wrath. I know he would never physically hurt me, ever, but Crow may catch some of the blowback on this, and he doesn’t deserve it for merely being stuck in the wrong place at the wrong time. Some brilliant plan of mine, it seems.
Sterling points, peering at me as if I’ve betrayed him. I guess in a sense, I did. I withheld my identity, nothing else, but I had no choice if I wanted to be with him. “You can’t be on camera!” he shouts, then his gaze moves from me to pin on Crow. “Fucking delete it. All of it. Right now. This never fucking happened.”
Crow begins to nod and I leap towards him. “Don’t you dare! We have a deal, Crow. You better keep it,” I threaten. Who is this person right now? I’m not a blackmailer…but, when it comes to Sterling, I have no boundaries. I’ll do anything to get my time with him, and that includes betrayal and coercion. I’m the KOC president’s daughter. I was raised to be strong and smart.
Sterling glances between us a few times, appearing overwhelmed before eventually stopping on me. He shakes his head, gaze wounded but furious. “Of all people,” he begins, running his hand through his hair. “I never would’ve expected this from you.”
“Oh no?” I toss my hands out to my sides, over it all, watching him yank his clothes on in a rush. “Of course not…why am I not surprised. And why the hell not me?” The last question comes out in a rage-filled scream as he pulls his stupid chunky black biker boots on. My heart and pride are feeling a bit battered after his reaction to what I thought was epic between us. Things are going to be awkward now.
He meets my gaze and divulges, “Because I always believed you were better. I was stupid to think the club hadn’t touched you that deeply. My fucking bad.”
I’m struck speechless and trying not to cry in front of him while I stand here, soul bared and body naked. I’ve never been so raw for someone before in my life, and it’s turned into a giant shitshow. I have no clue what to say or do to salvage this. If it can even be saved at this point.
“You want the porn? Fine. Fucking keep it, load it, do whatever the fuck you want with it. ‘Cause fuck me and what I think, right? Fuck my consent,” he says, sounding a bit broken, and le
aves.
I scramble to put clothes on to catch him, to apologize or do something, but it’s useless. The roar of his bike is loud and clear before I’m able to even get my shorts buttoned. It sounds so final, and it has my heart hammering rapidly, feeling like the organ may burst from heartache. He’s furious and it’s all my fault. I was too careless with him.
Once I’m fully dressed and on the verge of sobbing my eyes out, Crow comes from behind the monitors. He holds out a disc to me and offers a small, empathetic smile. “He’ll come around. Give him some space.”
“But will he?” I ask, not buying it. It’s not Crow’s fault, but I’m hurt and angry at myself inside. He remains quiet. I take the offered disc and manage to make it to my car before the tears pour freely, the wound stabbing deep enough I physically ache.
I’m an emotional mess after being with Sterling. I can’t bring myself to speak to anyone about what happened either. He’s never been anything but good to me, and I’ve ruined it. The moment he finally losses his cool around me and I think I have a chance, I screw it all up. Once he told me we could never happen, it was like a challenge set in and I’d do whatever it took to get him right where I wanted him. I thought maybe, just maybe if he were with me sexually, it’d open his eyes that I’m not just Ruins’ younger sister, but a woman who wants him.
Apparently, it opened his eyes just a bit too much. Now I’m afraid I’ve ruined everything—our friendship and quite possibly his closeness with my brother. My family can’t find out what happened or they’d freak, and I won’t allow Sterling to get hurt because of something I decided to do. It’s the least I can do for him in this whole mess.
I’m sorry.
I reread the text I sent a few days ago. He hasn’t responded, and I’m beginning to believe that he never will, that maybe he didn’t need time to cool off and flat out hates me at this point. Everything in me is telling me to message him again or call, but I hold off. I don’t know what is right or wrong to say at this point. I set my phone down and rinse my coffee cup out, setting it next to my coffeemaker for tomorrow.
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