by Ryan Michele
Moving up my sides and around my back he unhooks my bra and returns my attention to the present. The straps slide down my arms with ease. I drop my bra to his lap. Diego flings it across the room and stares at me. “You’re beautiful. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything more pretty than you in this moment.”
My cheeks bloom a soft shade of red. “I bet you say that to all the girls.”
He smirks. “Maybe but I never meant it till now.” I gasp as he kisses my breast, sucking my nipple into his mouth. He caresses the taut skin with his tongue, repeating the action with the other. I squirm against the bulge in his boxer briefs, loving the sensation the friction creates.
I feel beautiful with the way he looks at me and the way he touches me. Maybe it is only lust, but I feel a deeper connection one of belonging and understanding. I push him back by the shoulder, covering his body with mine. Chest to chest. Skin to skin. I suck on his neck, marking his inked skin with my teeth. My body is aching for him to take what he wants. There’s something about the idea of being taken by force that turns me on.
Sitting up, I circle my hips, rubbing against him. “Do you want me, Diablo?” I grin, fingering the nickname tatted over his right pec.
His hips thrust, his erection pressing against me. Wetness pools between my thighs as he repeats the motion over and over again. Those crystal blues never leave mine. My lips part as a wave of pleasure washes over me. I’m drowning in him. Hooking his fingers along the crotch of my lace bottoms he smiles. “You’re soaked.” Leaning up he claims my mouth as his finger glides through my silken heat. “Do you taste as sweet as you look?” Bringing his finger to his mouth he sucks on the long thick digit. Closing his eyes, he lets out an, “Mhmm,” sound.
Rolling me to my back, Diego takes control, pinning my arms over my head with one hand while the other works on removing my panties. “You’re fucking perfect.”
I kick at my left ankle with my right foot, freeing myself of the lace. Diego eases his boxers down, and I know this is it. He’s going to fuck me. The dangerous biker continues to gaze down at my body with hungry eyes. Moonlight glows through the window setting an eerie yet romantic scene.
“You gonna keep staring at me like that or are you going to fuck me?”
“My princessa has a dirty mouth.” He looms over me, spreading my thighs wider, settling between them. I feel the head of his cock pressing against my entrance. “Damn, baby, you’re tight.” I grimace as he pushes inside me and stops. My body is burning and stretching like a rubber band that is ready to snap. Diego lets out a guttural groan. His body trembles against mine. “Fuck me. Are you a virgin, Sybil?”
I bite my bottom lip and give him a nod.
“And you’re giving this to me?”
I arch my back and flex my hips sending him deeper.
“I don’t deserve you, but I want you anyway.” Drawing back out he comes back harder than before. Diego breaks through my hymen and the pain is almost unbearable. A tear trickles down my cheek and he bends his head down to kiss it away. “It’ll start to feel good. I promise.”
And he’s right. It does feel good. Moving his hips, Diego starts thrusting at a leisurely pace, giving me time to adjust to the intrusion. The more he moves the better it feels as his thick cock slides in and out of my heat. Digging my nails into his back I urge him to go faster. Pressure is building in my lower abdomen. My toes curl into the mattress beneath me as he rubs his finger over my clit in sync with his relentless thrusts.
“Oh,” I let out in a whisper, my eyes rolling back in my head as a tremble quakes through my body.
“That’s it, Princessa, cum on this cock.”
I smile up at Diego and his lips come down on mine kissing me with possession.
“Are you on birth control?”
I tilt my head to the side and shake it slightly.
Diego’s forehead rests against mine.
“Fuck it. Doesn’t matter.” He kisses me hard and deep, thrusting his tongue into my mouth as his dick plunges deeper inside me. Our hips rub as he hammers me against the mattress. Diego doesn’t stop until I feel him twitching inside me and warmth runs down my thighs.
**
Coming to, I move to stretch my arms over my head but can’t. My eyes pop open, and I thrash against the restraints keeping me tied to the bed. Panic seizes me and pain shoots through my chest. My heart is in my throat as I look around the room. The night before becomes a distant memory as I scream. “Diego?!” Even my ankles are secured to the footboard. My body is stiff, and my wrists feel numb.
The bedroom door swings open and he leans against the frame wearing a smirk, watching me with amusement dancing in his eyes. He peels a slice from the juicy red apple in his hand with a pocketknife. I hear the fruit crunch between his teeth as he chews.
I pull with my arms again, hoping this is some sort of prank. “Diego, please. What’s the meaning of this?” I croak. Betrayal burns through my veins. I gave him my virginity. I trusted him with secrets I’ve never told a soul.
“Last night when you said that I was hired to kill you…you were right.” He pops another slice of the apple into his mouth. My head swims with dizziness and he crosses the room as I try to make sense of it all. “I need you to trust me, Princessa.” His traitorous lips press down on my forehead. Tears threaten to fall when a needle stabs me in the neck.
“Diego,” I whisper his name and my world fades to black dying with my unshed tears.
To be continued…
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Glenna Maynard is a Kentucky native with a passion for romance best known for her bestselling saga The Black Rebel Riders' MC series. When she isn't arguing with the voices in her head or drinking reader tears, she enjoys watching classic TV shows with her two children and longtime leading man.
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Unkillable by Kristen Hope Mazzola
An Unacceptables MC Standalone
1
Blood dripped from the tip of the knife. It tapped and splattered on the wood flooring as I bellowed out a rumbling growl.
The air was chillingly still.
My breathing was level and soft as I stared down at the lifeless body at my feet.
Another day.
Another casualty.
Another enemy vanquished.
The Renegade Kings were about to be warned.
Throwing their signature King of Swords tarot card down on top of the corpse, the message was sent. Now we would wait for them to come to us. We were ready. The war hadn’t been started by the Unacceptables, but we would finish it. One battle was won, but there were surely more to come.
I never killed anyone who didn’t deserve it. I wasn’t a bloodthirsty murderer like some would think, but once I had a target, there was no saving that poor soul. This last one was no different than the rest—a poor excuse for a human being, complete scum of the earth. He was a rapist who’d attacked the old lady of one of my club members one night outside a roadhouse bar.
I would never forget that call or the aftermath of what that sociopath did to Katherine.
“Maccon.” Reese’s voice shot through the speaker, breaking sharply as soon as I picked up my phone in the middle of the night.
“Yeah?” I coughed, rolling out of bed.
“It’s Katherine. Something terrible has happened. Get here.”
My VP wasn’t one to send up alert flags without cause. The tremble in his voice was enough to send daggers into my heart. Something was seriously wrong.
I hung up the phone, kissed my sleeping wife, and drove like a bat out of hell for the few miles to Reese’s house.
Walking in without knocking, horror overtook me.
Reese was sitting on the floor with his wife bloodied and hysterical in his arms. Her body was covered in cuts and bruises, her clothes torn and stained.
“What the fuck happened?” I roared, rushing toward the couple.
“Katherine had just finished up her shift at the Red Crow when a guy grabbed her out back. I should have been there. Honey, I am so sorry.” Reese’s face was blood red as he tried to comfort his wife.
“We’ll fix this, but you need to get her to the hospital.” I pulled both of them up to their feet, whisking Katherine into my arms. “I’ll drive.”
We rushed for Reese’s pickup where it was parked out front.
“Have you called Jett?” I asked, putting Katherine in the back seat with Reese.
“No!” she wailed. “He can’t see me like this.”
Reese tried to reason with his wife. “Baby, we need to tell your brother.”
“Jett will do something stupid. Promise me you’ll handle this, Maccon.”
I looked back at her through the rearview mirror as I sped to the closest emergency room. “I promise.”
It was a promise I was glad to fulfill. Katherine was right; her husband and brother were both too emotional to deal with the problem objectively. Either one of them would have ambushed the douchebag in a crowded bar or on the street. I was more patient, more methodical.
The Renegade Kings had never been on our radar before. They kept to themselves and so did we. Now though, with the tides turning, a peaceful rivalry had twisted into two armies of adversaries who would stop at nothing to protect their clubs and families.
I walked out of the isolated cabin hideout into the muggy Arkansas air. With every stomp of my boots down the front steps, the weight of the situation lifted. I had done my job well.
“It’s done,” I stated, sitting at the head of the Unacceptables’ war room table.
“Was he alone?” Reese, my number two, dripped with bloodlust as he eyed me. Katherine was still shaken up from what the villain had done, and I knew Reese would stop at nothing to make every member of the Renegade Kings pay for one member’s sins.
“He was,” I confirmed. “Foolish mistake.”
Reese’s hands fisted as his jaw clenched. “That it was,” he growled.
“What do we do next?” Jett glanced over at me, scowling. He was my right hand and one of the best men I knew, but he also was a wild card we had to watch out for. A slight twitch came to his eye, and I knew he wouldn’t sit idle for long. Without a clear path, he’d take matters into his own hands. It wasn’t just our brotherhood he needed to protect; Katherine was his little sister and the only true family he had left.
“We wait and let the other charters know what is going on here. We might need some backup depending on what their next move is, but we’ll be ready.” I looked across the table to my old man as he nodded, and I breathed a sigh of relief. His approval meant everything to me.
The president’s flash wasn’t something I felt ready for, but it was my cross to bear. Once my father had decided to step down in his old age, the seat was my birthright to fill.
“How can you agree with this, Hawk? How can we just sit on our hands and wait?” Jett slammed his fist onto the worn mahogany. “All of those fuckers need to pay for what happened to my little sister!”
“My son is right and you know it,” my old man seethed as he stood. “The piece of shit who hurt Katherine has been taken care of. Our end of the bargain has been fulfilled. Those assholes know who we are and what we are capable of. They know where to find us if they want to. We stay on alert and let them come to us. We have to be smart about this. We can’t afford to have mass casualties from hasty stupidity.” Hawk’s low voice thundered into my men as they all nodded in agreement.
I wasn’t an idiot. I knew the guys thought I wasn’t ready to hold the gavel, and it was my responsibility to prove to them I was worthy of being their leader.
“Aye, boss.” Jett glared at me. “I’m with you, brother.”
That was all I needed to hear.
I slapped Reese on the shoulder. “Go home and take care of your girl. It’s been a long couple of days for all of us.”
Once the meeting adjourned, I pulled out my cellphone. There was one call I needed to make on my own.
As I stared down at the contact lighting up the screen, my father approached.
“You good, son?” he asked, standing over me with a concerned look only a father could give.
“Yeah, Pop. It’s time for the Butcher to come home.” Furrowing my brow, I looked my old man in the eye.
He sucked in a long drag from his cigarette before responding. “I think you’re right.”
I waited for my father to join the rest of the guys in the lounge room before making the call.
“Yeah?” a guff voice answered.
“Ravage?” I choked out.
“Maccon? Is everything all right?” Rave’s voice was low.
“We may have just started a war, and we need you back out this way as soon as possible.”
“Abel and I will leave first thing in the morning. See you soon, kid.”
“Thanks, brother.”
Ravage Hellock was as fearless as they came and the president of the Vilas chapter of our organization. Between him and his stepson, Abel, we would be able to handle anything the Renegade Kings threw at us.
2
“Allie?” I called up the stairs as I finally walked into my home.
Like an angel glowing in the moonlight, my wife glided into view in her white nightgown. Her long blonde hair framed her tired, smiling face.
“It’s about time you came home,” she teased as I rushed up the steps and gathered her in my arms.
“I’m sorry I’m so late, sweetheart. The meeting took longer than I anticipated.” Meeting—a horrible front that didn’t fool my girl.
As she looked up at me with her stormy green eyes, her hand landed on my cheek. “Is everything all right?”
She could see right through me every damn time.
“It is now,” I told her, sighing as she relaxed into my arms. Running my hand over her stomach, I felt a subtle kick from our baby girl.
“She’s been restless tonight. I think she’s been waiting for her daddy to come home.” The sweetest grin popped on Allie’s face as I melted from her words.
“Don’t worry, princess,” I whispered to Allie’s belly. “Daddy is home.”
Allie ran her thumb over my swelling cheek below a blackening eye. I could see it all over her face—she was proud of me.
Grabbing my hand, Allie pulled me down the stairs. “Time to talk all this out or you’ll never get a wink of sleep tonight and you know it, Mr. Allred.”
“You’re always right, Mrs. Allred.” I followed my very pregnant wife to the kitchen—I knew better than to argue with her.
Grabbing the bottle of Jameson from the top of the fridge and a glass for me, she sat at the table like she did every time I came home like I just had.
I watched her yawn and couldn’t help but feel selfish for keeping her up.
“It’s late, darlin’. You really should be sleeping,” I tried to protest.
“It’s one drink, Maccon.” She pointed to the chair across the table, pursing her adorable strawberry lips.
I pulled the chair out. “As you wish,” I relented.
She poured my drink and slid it over to me before getting up to grab the first aid kit out of the cupboard.
“Give me that hand,” she demanded. As she tended to my busted knuckles, she muttered, “Out with it. Today wasn’t just any ol’ day.”
“Remember the shit that happened with Katherine a few weeks ago?”
She nodded as her smile twisted into a hateful glare.
“He was part of the Renegade Kings.”
My wife’s hands flew up to cover her mouth. “Does that mean…?”
My old lady wasn’t naïve to the life we lived, and I didn’t hide anything from her. She was my backbone and the heart of my club.
“Everything is going to be fine. I took care of that son of a bitch. He’ll never attack another woman or breathe another breath,” I reassured her before chugging down the contents of my glas
s.
“We’re in danger, aren’t we?” Her voice was even and calm.
“You know I will protect you and our little girl. Nothing is going to happen to either of you.” I took her hand. “I promise.”
“I know that, Maccon. I love you.” Her fingertips softly traced the skull and bones tattooed on my forearm.
“And I love you.” I shoved away from the table and scooped my wife into my arms in one swift motion. “Now, let’s get you to bed. You’re sleeping for two, after all.”
Flinging her arms around my neck, she kissed me quickly. “Who would have thought Prince Charming wore leather and his steed was a Harley?”
“All of those fairytale books got it wrong, babe.”
“That they did.”
I tucked Allie close into my side, and she rested her head in the crook of my shoulder as I rubbed her stomach.
“What are we going to call this little bundle of joy?” I asked. We had been going back and forth for months, never being able to settle on a name.
“How about McKenzie?” She batted her eyelashes at me, hopeful.
“Nope.” I had vetoed that name from the get-go.
“Fine,” she pouted. “What about Emerson?”
There it was, the perfect name for our precious baby. “I love it.”
Her face lit up. “Really?”
“Really, really. Now it’s time for you to get some rest so Emerson can grow big and strong.” I brushed my lips over my sleepy wife’s forehead.
“Good night, handsome,” she murmured as she yawned.
“Good night, my love.”
3
Walking into the clubhouse the next afternoon, I was greeted with a sight for sore eyes.
“Maccon!” Abel yelled as he stood up from his seat at the bar. “It’s good to see you again, brother.”