by Erin Trejo
“Watch.” I bring the blade to her chest, slowly dragging it down her body, cutting a shallow line that barely allows the blood to flow. Her eyes widen before she screams. “Drake! What are you doing?” Tears fill her eyes. I don’t want to hear her though.
“Are you gonna be quiet or do I need to gag you?” I ask as I lean down and run my tongue up her neck. She shudders and when I look in her eyes, I know she isn’t going to be silent for this. They never are.
“As much as I’d like to hear you scream, I’d rather not today.” I move off the bed while she kicks her legs, tugging at the chains that hold her arms.
“Just let me go! I won’t say anything. I promise,” she cries. Oh, I know she won’t. I will make sure of that.
“You don’t understand, Cheryl. You won’t tell because you won’t have a tongue,” I tell her as I pull the gag from the drawer. I walk back toward her, fear dancing in her eyes.
“Help!” She screams. I laugh and mimic her. “Help! No one can hear you,” I say as I shake my head. Another annoyance? Screaming for help when she didn’t even pay attention to the fact that the closest neighbor I have is four miles away.
I secure her legs before I move toward her head.
“This would have been a lot more fun if you weren’t a screamer.” I stuff the gag into her mouth before climbing back on the bed, straddling her.
“You have so much beauty in you. You’re only missin’ one thing.” I look at her and imagine her covered in her own blood. My dick stirs.
I grab the knife and slide it across her delicate skin. I groan as I watch the blood rush to the surface. It stirs a hunger in me. I lean down and run my tongue through it, closing my eyes to savor it all.
Cheryl screams around the gag as she tries to buck her body, but she can’t move. I have her tied up tightly.
“You look sexy as fuck,” I growl rubbing my chest over hers. The blood coats my skin as I slide against her.
“Fuck, Cheryl.” I lean back, grabbing the knife once more. I slide it across her skin over and over as she screams through the gag in her mouth.
Blood sprays everywhere but that’s the fucking thrill for me. My dick hardens painfully.
“Now, I’m gonna fuck you until you can’t breathe,” I tell her as I position myself between her thighs. I shove inside her, my hands coming to grip her throat. The position she’s in has me grinding against her clit perfectly.
I pump into her roughly. “God, this is fuckin’ heaven!” I growl the harder I thrust. She feels so goddamn perfect but in the back of my mind, it’s Evie that I want like this.
“You like it, too don’t you?” I squeeze her throat harder. Cheryl’s eyes widen, nearly bugging out of her head as I fuck her senseless.
Thrust after thrust, our bodies move in sync. Whether she wants hers to or not isn’t a concern right now.
Her blood coats my skin, I feel myself on edge when she stops fighting me. I look up and see the distant look in her eyes. I grin knowing that I did that to her. I took away her last breath.
That thought alone sends me over the edge as I explode inside of her.
I drop down and lay my head between her tits as I circle my fingers in the blood that dripped down her sides.
“As good as that was, I know Evie is gonna be better,” I murmur as if she can hear me.
Chapter 2
I blow out a ring of smoke before grabbing the bottle of beer off the counter.
“Heard you handled Black accordingly,” Demon chuckles. I turn my head to face him before I nod.
“Son of a bitch never saw it comin’. You know that shit was gettin’ old with him. Reg will step up and not have a problem payin’ us when it’s due,” I tell him. Demon nods when I notice Bic eyeing me across the room.
“What’s with him?” Demon asks, noticing the tension between the two of us.
“No idea, man,” I say honestly. I don’t know either. He’s been watching me like that for weeks and it pisses me off. At first, I thought he was jealous of my VP spot since I was recently voted in, but now I think it’s more than that.
“You good for next week? I need you on that run,” Demon says pulling my attention back to his.
“Yeah, I got that shit.” I inhale the nicotine into my lungs before bringing my eyes back to Bic. He looks away quickly, making me wonder what it is he knows.
I’m not against killing his ass. In fact, it would be a welcome relief. I don’t like his attitude and I don’t like the way he keeps looking at me.
“You heard about Jimmy?” Demon asks. I shake my head, taking along pull from my bottle.
“Nope. Heard the motherfucker wanted in on the drug shipments though.”
Demon nods before continuing, “Yeah. He wants to run downtown. You got any thoughts on that?”
I turn to face him giving him my undivided attention.
“I think it’s bullshit. Jimmy can’t see past his own ass. He wants everything handed to him on a silver fuckin’ platter, brother. He ain’t worth the air he breathes if you want my honest opinion.” Demon laughs at my words, he knows how I am.
“Blood thirsty fucker.” He chuckles as he looks at me.
“Fuck no. I don’t want his tainted blood anywhere near me.” I laugh before taking another long pull.
“Since when do you care what kind of blood it is?” Demon laughs. He has a point. I typically don’t care whose blood it is as long as I’m the one shedding it.
“I dunno man. He’s just not my type of kill. Straight bullet would work for his dirty ass.” I laugh knowing deep down that I want to see him bleed even if it is with a bullet.
“You can handle him after the run. We don’t need his ass,” Demon says as Bev walks up, shaking her ass in front of me. I wrap my arm around her waist, pulling her into my lap. She wiggles her little ass around, trying to get my dick hard.
“How you doin’, darlin’?” I whisper in her ear. She giggles and turns her head to look at me, “I’m horny,” she admits. Demon laughs.
“You need me to fix that?” I ask her. She smiles and nods when I shove her off my lap.
“Meet me in my room. Naked.” She gives me a wink and walks off. I watch her ass as she moves down the hallway.
“That girl has a thing for you.” I take down what’s left of my beer before slamming the bottle on the bar.
“She might have a thing but we all know what I want.” I grin at him as I walk toward my room.
I open the door and find Bev just like I told her to be. Naked and on the bed.
I pull my cut off and toss it on the chair before stripping in record time.
I move toward her with a purpose. Her legs part as I climb on the bed.
“No, turn over. Hands and knees,” I growl. She quickly flips onto her stomach, shoving her ass out at me. Fuck, the woman’s body is so soft and perfect.
I run my hands over her ass before sliding up behind her. I shove into her without warning. Taking what I want from her.
My thrusts are anything but gentle. I want my marks on her. I want her to remember me for the next fucking week.
Bev moans and groans but I want her to scream. I pull out of her and slide up, pushing into her ass.
“Drake! Stop!” She yells but I don’t listen. She’s a fucking club whore. She will take what I give her.
I grip her hips in my hands and thrust hard. Her body bounces the harder I thrust.
“Stop! Please, you’re hurting me!” Bev screams. Pain. That’s something I get off on. She should know that by now.
I dig my fingers into her sides, pulling her back with each thrust of my hips. I feel my dick swell just before I explode inside of her. I fill her ass with every drop that I can possibly expel.
Bev sobs but I don’t give a shit about her feelings. She should have known tempting the beast in me wouldn’t work in her favor.
I pull out of her and shove her to the side. She tries to get up but I push her back down onto her stomach.
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�No one told you to leave,” I growl. Bev’s body shakes with each sob that leaves her but it’s the blood that flows from her ass that catches my gaze.
I fucked her until she bled. Blood mixed with my seed seeps from her body making me feel that much higher. No amount of drugs could make me feel this way. Blood is an aphrodisiac for me, and I fucking want every drop of it.
I reach over and smile when she flinches. I run my finger through the mixture, dragging it up her back. Her body trembles.
“You should be more careful which brother you shake your ass on.” Bev shifts slightly but I grab her hip, holding her in place.
“Tell me you didn’t like it?” I growl near her ear. Her body shudders.
“It hurt,” she sobs through her tears.
“Pain is pleasure, darlin’.” I roll on top of her, pressing her into the mattress.
“Tell me you liked it.” I repeat, my dick becoming hard again. It’s the blood. It’s the sight of it. I need it.
“I liked it.” Her words come out weakly.
I push up slightly, positioning myself at her ass once again. I told you, I’m a fucking sick man. I see the blood and I need it. I need it more than I need the fucking air in my lungs.
I shove into her roughly, her blood and my seed lubricating my dick, making it an easier for her this time. I slide inside of her, lifting her hips in my hand. I take her harder and rougher this time.
“Please.” She cries into the pillow as if it hurts her. Not that I care, I don’t. The begging was never a turn on for me. I know some guys get off on that but I’m not one of them. I like the visual aspect more than anything.
“Shut up or I’ll make it hurt worse.” I grind my teeth tired of hearing her already. A few more rough thrusts and I finish.
Chapter 3
You would think it would get tiring watching the one thing you can’t have. You know it’s within reach but you can’t touch it just yet. You want to, God do you want to, but it’s not the time for it yet.
That’s how I feel watching Evie. She’s so fucking close yet so far away. The problem is getting inside of that clubhouse or getting her out alone. One day it’ll happen. I will have her and I will do so many things to her. I can’t wait to watch the way her blood spills. I often find myself wondering if it’s really Evie that I want or the ghost of Tara that I yearn for. Tara was stolen, taken from me so long ago and I’ve never felt whole since then. Maybe Evie will make me whole.
“You ready?” Bic says pulling my attention from her.
“Yeah. You got somethin’ you wanna say to me?” I ask, because frankly I’m sick of the way he keeps looking at me.
“You’re off, Drake. I dunno what the fuck is goin’ on with you,” he says.
I shrug. I don’t think I’m off.
“I’m just me, Bic. What the fuck you think you see?” I ask, smoking a joint.
“You’re hurtin’ the girls.” I cock my eyebrow at him, waiting for him to elaborate on that. “I heard the girls talkin’, brother. Bev mainly. She said you fucked her ‘til she bled.” I chuckle when he says it.
“Tell me you have never had one of those days that you took it out on a club whore?” I ask him, knowing damn good and well that’s not what it was. It was me. It was this blood lust that sent me over the edge.
“Shit, Drake. I’ve been there but there’s more than just Bev sayin’ it,” he tells me. I shake my head and take another drag of my joint.
“That means what? You tryin’ to step in on what I’m doin’? You wanna save them all?” I ask narrowing my gaze at him. He shakes his head knowing that he has nothing to say to me. I’m the fucking Royal Bastards VP. He can’t tell me a goddamn thing!
“It ain’t like that, brother. I was just askin’ what was goin’ on.” He breaks eye contact and the thought of tying up his ass in my basement hits me.
I’ve never messed with a man. I’m not gay. But the thought of watching him bleed out as I carve him up is playing in my mind like a goddamn movie. Him hanging from the chains. His blood dripping down his own dick. Why the fuck is this making me so fucking hard?
I adjust my dick before flicking the joint to the ground.
“Let’s just get this run over with. You got a problem with the way I fuck, just be thankful I ain’t fuckin’ you.” I cut my eyes at him and note the look on his face. I make him nervous. I know I do. It happens a lot and of course I enjoy fucking with his head a little. I rev my bike up and take off with Bic not far behind me.
This run isn’t shit. That’s why it’s just me and Bic riding. We’re heading to a sister chapter to help out with a few issues they’re having. A few missing drugs, a few disloyal members. We will get it handled once we get there.
The only reason I like these kinds of runs is that my favorite thing comes into it - blood. Death. Blood. We get to kill.
Chapter 4
The ride was calming. It gave my head a much-needed break. This lifestyle can be consuming. It’s hard to be on top of the fucking world alone. I never thought about it much until lately. When Demon took his old lady, it kinda hit home for me. I never thought about having a wife or kids. I knew I couldn’t be a good father. Mine was shit. That’s why I am the way I am today.
His blood lust became mine. He used to beat me and my mom until we couldn’t see straight. I watched it spark in his eyes. He would change in the matter of seconds. He would go from the abuser to the man who was hypnotized by the sight of blood flowing from our wounds.
I think back to the assholes that took Tara. They were just like him. Like me. I often wonder if that’s the reason I want to hurt, kill, and watch people bleed. If only I could have gotten my hands on the ones who hurt her, I know I could make them feel the same amount of pain I feel.
I watched in amazement. It was strange to see it the way he did. I always wondered what the appeal was, but when I took that knife and slit his throat, I saw it. It all came into focus then. The rush that it gave me, the way it called out to me.
I watched as he laid there gasping for air, but it wasn’t his struggle that called out to me. It was the sight of the blood as it pumped out of him with each beat of his heart. It was the way the warmth of his body slowly left him and the coldness swept in.
I yearned for it after that day. I tried to control it. I tried to keep it at bay, but being a fifteen-year-old boy who had killed someone, you can’t hold those feelings in. I had nowhere to turn for help. I couldn’t ask my mother. She watched what I did to him. She watched the life leave him and then she watched his blood lust slowly seep into me. She didn’t know how to handle me. It was as if she was scared of me. It made me feel superior.
I went on with life. I tried to ignore the cravings plaguing me. Instead of killing people, I turned to animals. A rabbit here, a cat there. I killed a cow once. It was huge and the amount of blood that flowed from it was astonishing.
After that, my world started to revolve around blood; I wanted it in whatever form I could get it. As I got older, animals just weren’t doing it anymore. My dick would get hard thinking about slitting the little sluts’ throat who sat next to me in high school. Images of the girl standing in front of me in line to pay for fucking gas started to take over my life. They wouldn’t stop, until one day I found my purpose, putting my lust to use and satiating my cravings at the same time.
I met Demon shortly after that. I was out behind the bar with a girl. I was fucking her into submission; the thought of her blood on my skin overwhelmed me. I did it. I slit her throat. Demon watched it all. I didn’t stop though. I kept going. I fucked her while her blood soaked through my clothes and coated my skin. It was the high of a fucking lifetime.
Demon stepped up and I was scared shitless I was going to jail, but instead he helped me clean it up. He called in his boys to take care of my mess. He took me in after that. He showed me his way of life. He made me a promise that he’d never let me get in trouble if I joined his club.
He actually wanted me to kill peopl
e. Imagine that shit. The one thing that you have always wanted to do is now at your disposal. I ran with the idea. He gave me a place to safely kill and it wasn’t without restrictions. He called the shots; I took care of the problems. That worked for a while. It kept my monster tamed, but eventually, the sex started playing a role in my need. I wanted it but I wanted to fuck while I watched the life drain from a woman. Any woman.
Demon’s kills were mostly men, which I took satisfaction in, but in my off time, I needed the touch of a woman.
“You got your head in the game?” Bic asks as we cut the bikes off, bringing me back to the present.
That ride didn’t take as long as I thought it would, but I guess when your mind is consumed with darkness, you lose track of time. I pull my helmet off and hang it from the handle bars.
“Yeah, I’m always in the game, brother. Let’s handle this shit, I got shit to do at home,” I say, lighting up a cigarette.
Bic stares me down before he says, “You got shit to handle at home or someone to handle?”
I cut my eyes at him, wondering what he knows. Does he know what I get off on? No, he couldn’t because if he did, he wouldn’t be questioning me.
“Why are you always askin’ me shit? You have somethin’ you want to say to me?” I ask, feeling a little defensive. I’m tired of the way he looks at me, tired of the questions and the glares.
“No. I just see the way you are.”
“Fuck that, Bic. What are you tryin’ to get at here?” I snap. He’s making me lose my patience and that’s never a good thing.
“There’s somethin’ goin’ on with you, Drake. We all see it. You’re off in your own goddamn head most days. You take your frustrations out on the girls.”
I run my hand through my hair, my cigarette hanging from my lips.
“Have I ever let the club down, Bic? Have I ever not handled business?” I ask, getting a little more pissed by the second. Here I was doing pretty good and now he’s fucking with that.
Bic drops his head before slowly bringing it back up. His eyes lock with mine.