Renegade (Ruthless Tendencies Book 2)

by D. M. Burns

  chapter 6 – Renegade

  Pushing through the packed bodies of Club Chaos, I hit my office door and close myself in. Fuck. I need peace and quiet. After my drop-in visit with Asia two weeks ago, I’ve been one edgy motherfucker. Cranky to the point of everyone giving me a wide berth. Those fucking brown sugar eyes scored a burn that she doesn’t deserve. Lock it down, Renegade.

  The god damn message in those lukewarm smokey quartz globes was unreadable but it was there all the same. I just couldn’t decode it. Quite frankly, wasting my time trying to figure it out is not happening now. She had ample enough time to come to me and make shit right. Five fucking years to be exact. I push that shit back into the far corner of my mind where it belongs. Anything remotely close to a give a fuck is something Asia will not get out of me anymore.

  Grabbing the remote off my desk, I hit the combination code and my entire wall lights up with multiple screens playing. Believe me when I tell you that there are always several sets of eyes watching over you at Club Chaos because there is. My trained retinas scan each screen for any eyesores. Distinctions in the live feed of people that stand out are key. Small details or features that have me doing a double take, pausing the screen to zoom in. Any indicators that draw my attention out. I’m aware of everything.

  Security must be on point tonight. I even pulled twenty-four people from my protection firm for tonight’s detail. Even though we’re heavy on foot patrol, my expert eyes pick up on the shit payroll personnel never see. It’s in certain elemental angles, body language, and gut instinct. Skills that you just can’t teach.

  “This has got to be a god damn joke,” I whisper to myself. I squint at the screen. “God damnit.”

  My eyeballs zoom in on Reese and Asia pushing their way through the mass of people below. I knew Reese would bring her here. It was only a matter of time. There best friends but damn. I move my ass over to my tinted window view and easily find them, her. Asia is head to toe sex kitten. She’s outfitted in black skinny jeans, a sparkly golden swoop neck shirt that ties at the side and gold fuck-me pumps that beg for a high in the sky unnatural position as I pound her pussy out. Shit, I run my hand through my hair in frustration.

  That thick mane of brown hair is naturally wavy tonight and long riding to the middle of her back. Funny how her simple gold choker can make my dick hard. But it’s the tassel hanging from the middle of her smooth throat edging down nestled between her tits that does it for me. It’s like you can follow the trail with your tongue to hidden treats or lead her around by the leash like the bad girl she is. God damnit.

  Ripping my eyes away from the fuckable betrayal of a temptress that she is, I stalk over to my bar and ready myself a crown and coke. This is a fucking distraction that I didn’t need nor want on my playground. And tonight, of all nights, requires my undivided steady attention.

  Fight night is in full effect and everyone is buzzing with true anticipation of the midnight main event. This is where Rage punches a literal timecard. Getting his hours in doing what he loves the most, fucking his opponent up, brutally and unapologetically. The man has no damns to give except for the green-eyed curvy attorney out in the crowd with the woman from my high school nightmares.

  Twisting the top off the coke bottle, I toss it in the trash then top off my crown with the fizzing liquid and move my way over to my chair. Letting my ass hit the cushion and deflate down in the lap of luxury that it provides. Shit. My dick’s throbbing in a painful way. Images of fucking Asia and tugging onto that choker in one hand while fisting that thick brown hair in the other is my dick's definition of Hate War fucking. He’s ready for a fucking battle too. Dick deep in her. Shit.

  Repositioning my cock, I let out a frustrated sigh when the door to my restroom swings open and out walks Serenia. Did I invite her here? Scouring my memory bank draws out a blank form. Fuck, I can’t remember. But she sure can relieve the edge. These available lips are the next best thing to a certain set mingling about in the crowd beyond my tinted view.

  “Renegade, I’ve been waiting for you.” She purrs. I pat my lap and motion a come-hither finger at her. Her sultry accent is French or Portuguese, I think. Fuck, I don’t know and don’t care. This is the stress reliever I need. She can work the tension out of my nut sack.

  “I’ve missed those beautiful lips,” I say. Serenia knows the score.

  We enjoy sexual pleasure from each other. She doesn’t expect anything in return other than reciprocation and I don’t disappoint in the dick department. My fucking abilities are on point with the pussy. Our relationship goals are met perfectly. We fuck. We go our separate ways. It works out for both of us.

  She lowers herself in front of my chair and I push back to give her some moving room. I don’t want her to get a concussion on that beautiful head of hers from giving me head.

  As she adjusts herself on the floor, I unzip and grip my very sizable, disgruntled, and needy dick. Gliding my hand up and down from base to tip. Serenia looks up at me with those blue eyes and licks those injected lips. I’ll close my eyes and inject something else other than my ten-inch dick into that mouth of hers in about ten minutes. The timeline may vary. It depends on her enthusiasm tonight for the D.

  When her hand takes over, I let my head fall back against my leather chair enjoying the feels while tossing back the rest of my crown and coke. She licks my dick around the tip and dives in, deep throating every inch I was blessed with. My hips start to jerk forward with eagerness for her mouth movements, and I squeeze my eyes shut. The sucking sounds are music to my ears, a soothing sexual symphony. This is exactly what I need.

  A knock sounds out on the wood barrier across the room and my head lolls to the side. Once again, I forgot to lock my god damn door but to be fair I didn’t know Serenia was here. Shit. If it was Rage, he wouldn’t have knocked. The door slowly slides open and Asia pokes her head in. She can’t see the activities taking place behind my desk. Her face lights up with resigned hope as she walks forward displaying her gorgeous golden glory fashion statement.

  My French or Portuguese-whatever, chick is oblivious to the Golden Goddesses' silent entry. The unknown intrusion slips by, much like my dick in her mouth. Serena keeps up with her blowjob abilities in hand and mouth-both.

  “Hey… I was wondering if we could talk for a moment. There’s something I need to tell you, Ren.” Her voice is soft and docile; exactly what I needed to hear to set the tone here. This is not going to end well for Asia, but I, on the other hand, will thoroughly enjoy the fuck out of it.

  She steps deeper into the room and her eyes widen in shock when she takes in the wax job I’m receiving. I’m gripping Serenia’s hair like a fucking football. I’m on the pursuit of a winning touchdown here. Grinding out a spot in what’s her face mouth with a punishing beat literally.

  “Sure… Oh, yes… Damn. Have a seat. Spill your guts because I’m about to.” I pump my hips faster into the unsuspecting French chick’s mouth as I grit my teeth and explode all down her throat. “Oh, God…” My movements are slowing slightly now.

  Funny how my ball sack is emptied but my dick has decided another round is in order. With the Golden Goddess of course. Asia’s eyes turn into slits and I’m pretty sure if she has that gun on her, my office is going to be taped off in yellow ribbon soon. An outline of my body will be chalked out onto my Italian rug, crime scene. I smirk.

  “Wow, Renegade. I’d expect this from anyone other than you.” Asia decides to find her voice in that last comment. Loud and clear.

  Serenia hears Asia and pops my dick out of her mouth, scrambles to her feet, and makes a beeline for my office restroom locking herself in. I smile wide while tucking my still half-erect unsatisfied cock back into my pants. But not before Asia measures my massive member with her eyes. I quirk my brows at her. She doesn’t try to deny it and simply shrugs her shoulders.

  “Much like the hate I have for you baby, it grew with time.” I stand from my seat, straighten my tie and take a step in her dir
ection. “Now, you were saying you needed to talk.” She crosses her arms over her chest. “If you’re not going to talk then you could finish what you interrupted. My dick doesn’t have eyes and I can shut mine soooo. Just be sure not to make noises. Your voice will kill the moment and my hardon, that much I’m certain of.” I wink at her.

  I grab my erect dick and squeeze it for good measure. It seemed like a good idea at the time but, no. Three little words will summarize the situation…

  Too.

  Fucking.

  Far.

  The fatal slap that she connects is heard around the room and probably down the hallway too. Wow… Just wow. That fire resonates from the cheek on my face to the southside cheek of my ass. The ice fire in my veins is real. I rub my face and wiggle my jaw on a laugh. I think my dick just got harder. He’s a kinky little fucker with this one standing right here in front of me.

  With no choice but to take it like a fucking man, I do. While sporting an evil smirk of satisfaction. Even I can admit that fuckery I just dumped on Asia was deserving of that retaliation, if not more. I’ve got a watchful eye out for a flying knee at any given moment. She’s an unpredictable little ninja with a vast vault of random fuckery. If I’m honest, that slap has my dick begging for more of her attention, anything. Except for knee to nut sack action.

  Stepping forward, I obliterate the distance between us, and this time Asia juts her chin out in defiance. She refuses to coward. That’s the brass balled girl I know. I lean in and growl, “I’ll tell you the same fucking thing you told me two weeks ago. Call next time before just showing up.” My jaw is ticking and I’m sure it’s marked up with the outline of her handprint, literally. I can feel all five of her fingers burning like a bad STD into my pores. “Start speaking or get the fuck out, Asia. Something we both know you’re good at, yeah?”

  “Warning to you.” She points her index finger dangerously close to my nose. “Moving forward, that’s just a taste of what you’ll get if you ever speak to me like you did in here again. Try me up, Carter. I fucking dare you to.” She’s god damn beautiful when pissed the fuck off.

  Her lips are press into a plump hardline and the gleam in her eyes is hostile. I saw her ball her fist up in preparation. Remember what I said earlier, all signs can be found in the details… Body language… Gut instinct…. It’s like she’s waiting for me to be a dumb motherfucker again. Nope. I’m fresh out of those tonight. Let’s press forward though. I’m curious to see where this is going. I chuckle and she tilts her head to the side assessing her next move no doubt.

  “You just proved to me that you don’t deserve my truths Ryice Coleman Carter. And this just in, you better fucking know they ARE MINE, not yours. You just lost my respect and with that went my give a shit to how you feel or for what you think you fucking know about me.” She grits out every word from behind clenched teeth.

  I take a step back because I’m caught off guard with that response. First off, Asia has never slipped my full given name through those luscious pouty blow pop lips before. Admittedly, it was the sexiest sound I’ve ever fucking heard. Secondly, I’ve got to wonder if she was tilting that vodka bottle back before coming in here. Or maybe she fell and bumped her fucking head while in LA.

  We have two totally different concepts for shared truths along with my involvement and God given right to know surrounding her fuckery. This woman has flipped her god damn shit.

  “We both know that’s fucking bullshit Asia.” I sneer. The veins in my neck are protruding. I can feel the heat rising up from my chest into my neck bleeding over into my ears.

  “You don’t know shit Ryice. Not a fucking thing. Next time lock the god damn door like a decent man would you, asshole. She at least deserves your respect.” She flings her hand out in the direction of the stowaway behind my bathroom door. With that, she turns around and saunters over to the door, locks it then slams it with her perky ass on the other side. Well fuck…

  chapter 7 – renegade

  five years earlier

  It’s no secret throughout the school that Asia doesn’t do relationships. The girl’s been known for enjoying the wild single life. Who could blame her? She’s fucking drop-dead gorgeous and good at heart. A free-flying spirit and solo up until the point that I came along. It shits me why she deemed me worthy of her undivided attention. But I’m not rocking the damn boat though. I latched onto that hook and not one motherfucker can shake me. I’m a lucky fuck, period.

  It’s rumored that Asia’s a bed hopper, a connoisseur of dicks. They whisper this shit throughout the hallways, secretly. Smart to keep that shit on the down-low underneath their breath. Those spreading that bullshit around are a bunch of uneducated dicks. Only the ones who don’t truly know her or those turned down by her speak on that kind of shit anyway.

  Asia’s just comfortable with her sexuality. The girl has only been with one person. That was her last boyfriend that took off to college last year. Adios motherfucker. She doesn’t talk about him and I don’t ask. Her lack of interest in the undeserving twat only hints to the fact that she’s over it. That basic fucker had no idea what he had, but I do and she’s all mine. My thanks go out to that asshole.

  People mumbling sideways shit about her will have the fun fucker in me stepping down from the stage. Making way for the Renegade retribution sure to come. Very few have seen that guy but believe me, he’s tucked away in a special place on reserve for the deserving. Best to leave him there, resting. That bastard is an evil one that enjoys playing with his food, ferociously.

  Most importantly, those assholes are fucking scared of Asia. As they should be. She’s a menacing midnight nightmare of the worst kind when pissed off. Harnessing that malice for anyone that fucks with those close to her. But she gives zero shits about people’s opinion of her. That’s what I love the most about Asia. She’s her own person and doesn’t let the opinions of others alter that in any way. My lips quirk up at that thought.

  The day I stepped foot inside Creekside High and seen her energetic body bouncing around her best friend, I fucking knew that she was my one, my other half I never knew about. Fuck my twin brother, sorry-not-sorry. I never believed in love at first sight. I thought my mom was full of shit whenever she’d talk about that myth. Well, here’s a spoiler for you, it’s true. When I gathered her brown-eyed attention in the middle of those overcrowded hallways, my entire body locked up while hers melted on the spot. Asia was mine. She owned me, lock and key.

  Watching my girl seductively sway in front of me has my mind popping off with dirty intent. Old Jake Sellers' house be damned. I’m about to turn this Mask-Off party into a panty-dropping experience of the best kind. Fuck a Mask-Off party. Sellers should have a panty-pulling party. Tucking Asia under my arm, I wade our way through the bodies to find us an empty room.

  “Where are we going, Ren?” She asks.

  “Somewhere private baby,” I say.

  Cutting around the corner, I slide us through the corridor, opening one of the many doors in this massive museum and see that the rooms all clear. Shutting the door behind us, I lock the fuckers on the other side out. I stalk in her direction with only her in my sights, mine.

  This energetic, hard as nails, fashion goddess has me wrapped around her finger. I’m about to be wrapped around her Renegade style. Something I never thought would happen or that I’d feel one hundred fucking percent okay with. Owned by her, only her.

  Cupping her face in my oversized hands, I lock my mouth on her lollipop lips and divide the seam demanding entrance. That fucking delicious bubble gum gloss surprise comes with the deed. Diving deeper I explore her mouth like a straight-A student caught up against a subject that needs clarification. My final exam grade depends on her approval in my technique. Let’s get some extra credit.

  When I pull back those brown sugar eyes have turned to liquid lust. Her hands tug at the sides of my shirt. She’ll get no argument from me. I gladly let her skim the material over my head. My eyes trace the movement of
my fingers as they trail over her curves until I hook the sides of her sparkling black shirt. I look back to her and she nods permission. Thank fuck. I lift the material out of our way exposing her beautiful tan skin.

  The bright red bra she has on is cupping those perky tits perfectly. I lose all the clothing barriers that separate me from her. Remembering to grab my wallet in the task, I retrieve the golden packet needed and toss the condom on the bed. My dick proudly announces his long and hard attendance by twitching out his approval. His excitement over our course of study is building. Fuck.

  When she kicks those red fuck-me pumps off and unzips her skinny jeans my cock jumps with enthusiasm. Her red matching thong is eye candy. I’ve been with many but in all that time, I’ve never wanted anyone the way I crave Asia. My mind wonders if this feeling that I have for her could get any better. My heart tells me that I have no fucking clue what’s in store for me. But I’m about to find out. As a matter of fact, I’m salivating for it. I want it. I’m going to take it, her.

  Extending my arms out, I bolt them around her little body bringing her up off the floor moving us to the bed. Gently, I lay her down and climb over her. My body is hyper-aware of her eyes taking in my every move. Good. I want this etched into her mind just like my dicks about to engrave his own signature between her legs.

  “Are you good with this baby? Here, I mean… Us?” I whisper across her face. This being our first time together I want to make sure this is okay.

  “You’re all that I want Ren. The place is really irrelevant to me.” I nod my head. Jesus, this girl is all mine.

  She reaches behind her unclasping her bra then twists her arms until the fabric is removed. She tosses it out into the room and neither of us bothers to see where it lands. Her tits are pebbling into tight mounds calling out for my mouth’s attention. I lower my face down and circle my tongue over her nipple. I suck the plump nubs while lightly scraping them with my teeth. She releases a hissing sound that has my balls clenching up. Her nails glide through both sides of my hair holding me where she wants me. I palm both of her tits like an over-excited kid that just got two new play toys. Recess time fuckers…