by M. Kristine
The moon hit her cheeks, lighting up the perfect, brown freckles that were dotted over her exquisite, white skin. Placing my other hand on the side of her face, framing it so perfectly with my road-worn and huge hand.
“You see, Sen, it got that bad that after this run, I was going to go Nomad.” Her mouth formed an O as her eyes searched mine
“Wait, no, what you…” My hand moved to my mouth taking the smoke and placing it against her lips cutting her off.
“But this threat against you has me staying. I thought you would be better off without me cause no matter which way I look at it, I'm a dead man.”
Tears well in her eyes and it instantly sends a chill to my skin. Seeing her sad is the most traumatic thing. The pain in those green pools has me pushing the good devil out of the way and finally giving into the bad devil. The devil I have always been.
If my place in hell wasn’t already reserved, it sure as hell would be now. I dipped my head, so she knew. She knew what was about to happen. She didn’t pull away, she held her own, moving only to flick the smoke into the air. I watched her as I inched so close that I could feel her breath. She took a shaky breath just before I claimed those perfect lips. I couldn’t be gentle; it wasn’t in me. There was more to the name Viper than you all see. I was raw with a hardcore edge that would mindfuck you and have you screaming.
I kissed her hard, and rough, unforgiving. She needed to know just what it was like and will be like. I will claim her like the dark beast that I am.
But the small moan that came from her lips told me she liked it. Wanted it. Wanted me to own her.
“When the fuck did you grow up,” I mumbled into her mouth as I took more from her, harder.
Her hips rolled down into me as her hands wrapped around my neck, and she kept a tight grip on me. I placed my hand on her hip and moved my other hand to grip the back of her head. She kissed me back, hard. My hand was itching to reach up under her leather jacket and her tank to touch her skin, kiss it, taste it. But I didn’t. I kept my hand glued to her hips. Fighting with reason was hard when you have wanted to fuck this girl since she was sixteen.
She broke the kiss, taking gulps of air as if she was struggling to breath. Had I sucked that much from her, taken that much air? Panic hit me.
“Shit, Senna, babe, you ok?” I brushed the wild red hair from her face searching her eyes; she said nothing, did nothing. Her lips bruised from my force. I feel like a right cunt as I saw tears roll from her eyes down her cheeks.
“Sen, babe, fuck! Fuck,” I grunted out running my hands over her face and back toward her head fanning her hair back searching digging inside the watery pools for silent answer.
“I knew I would fuck this up. See, Sen, this is…” Her fingers found my lips stopping me.
“Don’t please, don't and don't stop.” She pulled my hands from her face and pressed her lips hard against mine.
Her small, warm hand wrapped around my fingers on both of my hands linking us together. Her kiss deepened as she moved her hand with mine linked inside it toward the bottom of her tank, pressing the cotton up slightly. Rolling deep forward, her apex rubbing on my hard shaft, I froze.
“I can’t, babe.” I pulled away, planting kisses down her neck, feather like, trying to buy time to quell the raging boner inside of my jeans. I sent small bites to her skin so she would know that I wanted her, but I can't do this right now, right here. It's not meant to be this way. She begged me to touch her.
“Please, Luca, please.” The pain, longing and desire in her voice hit me hard. Like meeting a Mac truck at one hundred.
“Fuck, I can’t, baby.” I just couldn’t do it, not here, not like this. Pulling my head from her neck, her eyes were shut. I could see her cheeks flushed with arousal; her face was etched with disappointment. I placed that disappointment on her pretty features.
“Babe, look at me.” I gripped her head. I could feel her body tighten with anger as her thighs clenched around me. I knew she would be dripping wet and I wanted nothing more than to sink into her, regretting what my mind was begging my body to do.
“Senna look at me,” I begged her. I needed her to look at me, to watch me as I did what any sane man would never do. Touch the fire of hell and beg the devil to live. Her eyes fluttered open just as I lowered my hands to her jeans pressing my forefinger and thumb to the metal zipper and pulling it down too easily. Playing Russian roulette shouldn't be this easy and arousing.
Finding her heat, pushing her lace panties to the side, I sunk a finger inside her hot, wet pussy and an instant calm washed over me. Home, she fucking felt like home. So tight, so wet, so needy. She clenched around my finger. I felt her so close she was gonna burst, and I wanted to see it on her face when she did. Staring into her stunning green eyes that were painted with lust and desire, I just about blew my load.
Her body started to rock and roll into me, onto my finger as I slipped a second one deep inside her. My body started to roll and move with her meeting her movements, riding this ride with her. My cock throbbing hard against the metal of my zipper. Her back arched as she moaned out into the black sky nothing but the wind, the stars and the moon around us.
“That's it, baby, feel it, feel me. Let go.” I kissed down her neck. Her body shook around me, as I thrust my fingers deeper, curling them as I hit the spot I had been seeking.
“Fuck me,” she moaned loudly around us, her breath hot on my skin.
“Not going to happen here like this, baby girl. This is all you are getting from me and that's a step past what is rational. Senna, this is sending me on a one-way ticket to hell,” I pushed out through gritted teeth, trying to believe my own words.
“Well I hope hell has you, baby, because I’m coming.” My free hand dug into her hips as I rocked up into her pushing my fingers deeper, pulling them out and pushing them in scooping her wetness out with each thrust of my wrist. I could feel her close, she was so close I was matching her movements as she rode my fingers, slipping a third one in as she clenched then opened up.
“Good girl, baby, that's the one,” I murmured out, my voice laced with sexual desire and then my name escaped her lips in the last ragged lust filled breath as she exploded around my fingers.
I wasn’t hard anymore, fuck no, I was dead stiff hearing her moan my name as she came on my fingers. The fucking enforcer to her father’s club, my prez, I had his daughter sitting deep on my fingers as I finger fucked her. I felt so alive, but so dead all in one hot sinful instant.
Her forehead was sweaty, and she pressed it against mine. Rolling down the coil of an orgasm, I teased her clit with my wet fingers, her breathing still ragged and needy as my cock let go and I blew all over the front of my jeans. My seed hot on my skin, the release fast causing a low moan to roll from me into her skin as I held her down hard into my cock as it pumped out the remainder of my hot salty cum.
“OMG, Luca.” Her sweet words washed over my face. “Thank you,” her voice cracked.
“Don’t have to thank me, Doll.” I kissed her softly. “It was my pleasure and also a sin. I'm fucked now, yeah?” I knew I was never going to forget that look on her face and, in her eyes, when she came. Or the one in her father’s eyes when he guts me.
Chapter Eight
Viper
I had an angel on the back of my bike. A fucking stunning human, way too good for me. She was on my bike, clinging to me. Pulling into the compound it was late, fucking late. I had been up at Devils Peak for hours. I felt her nerves ripple through her and seep into me. I also felt her shiver as the night air whipped around us. I had given her my cut to wear on the way back. Her body is so tiny, so beautiful she didn’t deserve to feel the cold, just warm fucking comfort. I also had to find a way to give her plenty more fucking orgasms.
The club car park was dead quiet. I kicked the standout, leaning it slightly over so she could ease herself off. Taking her hand to help her gain her footing, I knew her legs were like jelly, I felt it the moment I pulled her up
from me. I watched her try and walk before I picked her up in my arms and carried her to the bike, the ride back and the vibration of my Harley under her wouldn't have helped her over sensitized pussy. I had her on my bike; a chick, a woman. Senna Austin was on my bike wearing my cut. I'M DEAD.
Getting off my bike, looking around to see if anyone had seen us roll in, I scratched the back of my neck.
She looked up, meeting my eyes, “Well, I better go.” She took a step back, her eyes still on mine.
My hands reached out for hers and pulling her into me I walked us to the side of the building out of view. My lips found hers. Wrapping her arms around my neck my hands found her ass cheeks. I lifted her up as she read my mind wrapping her legs tight around me, anchoring herself to me and fuck me it felt perfect.
We just kissed and kissed and kissed, it wasn't till I heard a door slam and a raised voice that I knew so well that I broke from her lips. Red and raw from my forcefulness to fucking own each part of her. I needed to suck her soul out through her mouth and put it back again mixed with mine, so she knew just who owned her.
“We agreed to help ya and hooked you up with some guns brother, but we didn’t agree to inherit your war that came with them.” Dropping my little lady from my body I pulled her behind me, as I looked around the edge of the building my eyes fall to her father as he took a long drag on his cigarette listening to whomever was on the other end of the phone.
“Oh, you’re dealing with it, are you? Coz last time I checked it got nothing to do with me, yet I am over here hearing that me and my club will be wearing their fucking bullets.” More silence as the prez just paced back and forward sucking more smoke in his lungs as the vein in his neck twitched. He was pissed, fuck I was going to be in the line of fire for this. I haven’t been here, and shit’s hit the fan.
I switched my phone off at the peak after staring at the beauty on my screen and that’s a fucking No when it comes to MC life.
“There is talk that they will shoot up all that is Ace of Spades and all that is close to me. I already have more than one hit on my daughter’s heads, then to hear that there is talk they want my wife that’s the last fucking straw. So, you know what you little Mexican prick, that now fucking makes us a part of it. And if you can’t fucking hear I'm not impressed. You’re as stupid as your sister last night when my boys fucked her tight ass for some info that you so kindly hid from me when this deal was set.” Ace barked back.
It appeared that this phone call was going nowhere fast and Ace was about to have a coronary just from screaming at the dick. I bet it’s that piss bag Pepe that he’s dealing with. I wanted to put a bullet in his piss bag head just for looking at me like he ruled the fucking gun ring. When I met up with him, I knew it, and I had a bad feeling about this fucking favor to the Mexicans.
“Baby go around through the back entrance to the kitchen. You don't need to hear this shit. I will catch up with you. I have to sort this. I knew I should have been back ages ago.”
Rubbing my hands through my hair her eyes meet mine. She stood on her tippy toes brushing her red, swollen lips against mine. They were a shade of purple that come morning light would cement the bullet in my head.
“Promise,” she mouthed into my lips tasting of cherries, me and smoke. I seen the worry in her eyes for more than this. Now it was her dad and her mom, she didn’t deserve to hear that.
Nodding at her. “Night, baby,” I breathed into her mouth as I scooped my tongue along her teeth and clamped my teeth on her bottom lip.
“Night, Luca,” she muttered out as I let go and as she turned, I slapped her perfect ass.
“Ow,” I bit out quiet as I could manage. She spun, a wide smile and her eyes gleaming.
“Yup.” She looked at me
“My cut,” I said, her eyes fall to it
“Fuck” the word rolled off her lips making her sound so much hotter.
Chucking me my cut, “Later, player,” she purred out winking at me.
My cock twitched as did my palm. I wanted to slap that smart ass of hers but first her father and I had club shit to do. Placing my cut on my shoulders wiping my lips I lit a smoke to mask Senna’s smell of coconut and cherries on me. She smiled, turning her back and walked toward the clubhouse. I couldn’t stop looking at her, watching her body sway with each step she took away from me. She was way too beautiful for me. Still, I couldn’t stop reliving what just happened. Never would I forget it. I knew that when she walked away.
Chapter Nine
Senna
Walking away from Luca was harder than I thought. Finding him at Devil’s Peak wasn't a surprise. I’ve known about the place for a few years and that he comes here after a run to decompress before coming back to the clubhouse.
Being the enforcer of the club can weigh heavy on any man. He is responsible for the safety and security of the club. If punishment needs dealt out, he’s responsible to see to it. I have known Luca my whole life and I can see the weight of what he does for the club. I know how it affects him. He is genuinely a good man and the place he has to go to do his job, it’s a dark and lonely place.
I know this man as well as I know myself and I want to be the light that chases away his darkness. To be his safe place. To help him shoulder the burden of his responsibilities. But I know him well enough that he won’t let me take his shit on. He’ll want to add my shit to his. He’s an alpha male through and through and won’t let his woman bear that kind of weight.
I may not be his woman yet, but after tonight, I will be soon enough. Having Luca’s hands and mouth on me was the single greatest experience of my life. Until tonight, I had only ever kissed one boy when I was seventeen. I had a fight with my dad about him being overprotective, not letting Saylor or I out of the compound. So, I snuck out and met up with Matt James. He was on the football team and quite a hottie. Unfortunately, he did nothing for me. Only one man revved me.
When Matt picked me up, we went to Devil’s Peak and we started kissing in his Mustang. Before he could get to second base, Luca showed up with Saint and Capone in tow. He pulled me out of the car running his eyes over every inch of me. Once he was satisfied, I was okay, he threatened to gut Matt if he ever so much as looked at me again. Matt jumped in his car and drove like the devil was on his heels. I suppose he met the devil that night. I can say that is the maddest I’ve ever seen Luca. I was sure he was going to explode; he was like a volcano on the verge of erupting.
He took me back to the clubhouse, ratted me out to dad and I was grounded for a month. Pfft. I showed them... but that’s a story for another day.
As I make my way through the clubhouse a party is in full swing. Some of the guys came back tonight from a run and need to unwind. How you ask? Well with booze, weed and whores of course. Walking behind the bar, I grab a beer from the cooler popping the top and take a generous swig. Damn that’s good shit. Nothing like an ice-cold beer to cool me down after Luca got me all hot and bothered. He was a gentleman and got me off, so I can’t complain about that. However, we almost got caught by dad and that would have been very bad, for both of us.
Vix and Stone are working the bar trying to keep up with member requests for beer and booze. Since I’m in such a good mood because of the toe-curling orgasm I had less than an hour ago, I decide to jump in and help the boys.
Spade, the VP and Luca’s pops, is sitting on the other end of the bar and I walk over. He and dad started this club almost thirty-five years ago. Both of them loved to play cards, especially poker. So, one night after winning big, they were trying to decide what to do with all the money they had been winning. Having been friends since childhood and a mutual love for motorcycles, gambling and women, they started the club. Hence, Ace of Spades MC was created, and they never looked back.
“What ya drinking, Spade?”
“Just a beer for me doll. Where’s your pops?” he asked as I open his beer passing it across the bar.
“He was outside on the phone,” is all I reply, knowi
ng better than to eavesdrop when he’s talking club business. That’s why I left Luca and came in here.
He wraps his knuckles on the bar before standing, grabbing his beer, then heading outside. I go back to serving the members and whores probably until the small hours of the morning.
Chapter Ten
Viper
“Fuck, I knew this gun deal was off from the start.” I run my hands over my face catching the scent of Senna on my fingers causing my body to tense in desire.
“Ace I fucking told you they were dodgy,” I barked out as my dad and the VP to this club walked out to join us. The dark molded like a cloak around him, the only thing you could see were his piercing eyes and the red ember tip of the cigarette that he had between his lips.
“Problem?” My Dad’s tone rough and commanding.
“The fucking Mexicans have gone all rough on our asses with the guns. Threatening more for free and if we don't double the order and give a pound of coke they are coming for the club. For the girls.” Ace informs my father whose knuckles even in the dark are white with pressure.
“Really,” is all he says.
“Really,” I snap back.
“You know they are serious, how?” he says to Ace raising an eyebrow.
“This is how.” Ace slides his phone open showing my father the pictures he has from the girls today inside these very clubs’ walls. Walking and talking moving around where they are meant to be safe.
“Oh, and this.” He flicks to the images of his home and my parent’s home.
“You think that’s bad, well look at this.” He then slides two images forward and shows my father the image of the strip club we own which they shot up and killed one of the girls.
“How the fuck am I just finding out about this?” my father roars, sending the hairs on the back of my neck to stand up.
“I had just found out when my fucking phone rang, Spade. I couldn’t see you when I scanned the room and had to get where it was quiet. This was the best place. Viper seen me as I was having a one-way argument with them and took over and now, you’re here,” Ace roars back at my father. I light a cigarette, memories of Senna smoking while straddling my lap mere hours ago flick over inside my mind. Taking all of my attention momentarily. I snap back out of my head as my father calls my name.