Fated for Pitch Black (Inferno's Clutch MC Book 5)

by E. C. Land

  For the past three weeks, I’ve barely done anything, not for the lack of trying. No one would let me. Now that I’m feeling somewhat better, I’m determined to do something besides sit around and waste away the day twiddling my thumbs.

  During the first week, Peirce spent a lot of time with me. In his room and in the main room with everyone else. He also hung out with Carson, sitting with me outside watching him do ollies and such on his skateboard. Nothing really happened besides me trying to heal.

  The second week, Peirce had things to get done for the club. Between working at one of the multiple businesses the club had, he had to do some club business I wasn’t allowed to know about. Whenever he came back in the room, tension seemed to roll off of him in gigantic waves. Doesn’t help that one night he came back from I don’t even know where smelling like a whore house, knuckles redden. I asked him about this and he’d simply told me it was nothing for me to worry about. I started to wonder if he was spending time with the strays getting from them what he used to get from me.

  I wouldn’t blame him. He’s hot, and women want him. Me, I’m nothing compared to some of the strays, my breasts are barely a B cup, my ass is barely enough to compliment, worst of all, I’m hideous.

  This past week, I haven’t seen Peirce around, it’s almost as if he can’t stand to be in the same room with me when I’m awake. I know this because every night I’ve felt his warmth surrounding me.

  With him not around, the strays are constantly giving me the stink eye. One of them even had the nerve to come up to me last night to tell me, my bastard and I needed to leave. That we weren’t wanted here. She then sneered down her nose stating I would never be able to give Pitch Black what he needs to get off.

  I didn’t give her the satisfaction of a response. Instead, I’d walked away and spent the rest of the evening in Peirce’s room with Carson watching movies. I must have drifted off to sleep at some point during the movie since that’s the last thing I remember.

  Now here I am surrounded once again in Peirce’s heat. Only this time, I’m awake before him and can enjoy the little bit of time I have without him vanishing.

  Keeping my eyes closed, I think about the days we used to have together especially the nights where he took me into his arms and showed me, he wanted me. I never had a doubt in my mind back then. I could’ve had a bag over my head and know he wouldn’t look twice at one of the other girls in school.

  On the weekends, most of the time I was in his t-shirt and nothing else as we spent the whole time unable to keep our hands off each other unless we were at dinner with his family or out with friends.

  However, now I’m no longer that girl and he’s no longer that boy. We’re completely different and I don’t measure up to those other women. I’m definitely not beautiful like the other ol’ ladies who belong to the club.

  At the mere thought of beauty my mind wonders to what’s written on my back. Does he know what that word means? Why it was put there?

  “You’re thinking too loudly,” Peirce says causing me to jump, his arms tighten around me and I realize with the way his cock is pressing against my ass he’s naked. “What’s on your mind?”

  I don’t say anything to acknowledge his question. It’s not like he really wants to know. Staying silent will be the best way to go about not dealing with him.

  Unfortunately, Peirce doesn’t seem to want to allow me to give him the silent treatment. Swiftly he moves, rolling me to my back with him hovering over me, one arm caging me in as he braces himself up on the other. “What’s with the silent treatment, babe?”

  Great now he wants to talk?

  Diverting my eyes away from him I keep my mouth shut.

  “Angelina, look at me,” he commands, leaving no room for argument.

  Taking a deep breath, I meet his gaze.

  “What’s with the attitude this morning and the silent treatment? I haven’t done anything to deserve the ‘tude from you,” Peirce growls, narrowing his eyes on mine. “Did you start your period or something?”

  “No, it hasn’t for your information, that was last week,” I mutter.

  “Right, then what’s crawled up your ass this morning?”

  “Nothing’s crawled up my ass this morning,” I snap.

  “Yeah, okay, we’ll see if I can’t find out the truth,” he grumbles, lifting his one hand to brush it along my hip bone.

  My breath catches at the tingling sensation, just the tips of his fingers, to the point I can feel it at the apex of my thighs, even my nipples harden, pressing against the t-shirt I’d worn to bed.

  “You want to tell me yet or do I need to get creative?” The grin on his face has my stubbornness coming out.

  “Have it your way,” he growls, trailing his fingers up my shirt, brushing my skin, taking the fabric along for the ride.

  I have to bite my lip as he exposes my breasts. I’d been naked around him a couple of times, but it was only when I’d needed a shower and he wanted to make sure I didn’t hurt myself. Him looking upon them now is a completely different scenario than in the shower. It’s more than him making sure I’m okay. This is intimate on a completely other level.

  Circling my nipple, Peirce lowers his gaze to them. Embarrassment starts to seep in as I wonder what he’s thinking. How my breasts are so much smaller than the large C I used to be.

  “Fuckin love the pink tint to your tits, babe, these little pebbles tightening just for me,” he murmurs, bringing his gaze back to mine as he lowers his head. He breaks eye contact when his mouth latches onto one of my nipples.

  I moan and my back involuntarily arches.

  “Peirce,” his name slips past my lips before I can stop it.

  “Mhmm, babe, love suckin’ on these babies.” His mouth switches to my other nipple to give it the same treatment. While he lavishes my nipple, Peirce reaches his hand down sliding inside my panties and straight to the only part of me that has ever only belonged to him.

  “Fuck, woman, you’re wet for me already,” Peirce growls, lifting his head to grin at me. “You ready to tell me yet what’s going on with you?”

  Biting my lip, I shake my head. I can’t let him know about my insecurities.

  “Alright, guess I’ll just have to pull it out of you,” he states, his lip tipped up in the corner as he gives me a cocky grin.

  Placing kisses to my stomach, Peirce removes my panties and lowers himself until he’s settled with my legs propped up on his shoulders.

  “You don’t know how many times I’ve dreamt about this pussy. How I’ve jacked off in the shower every fuckin’ day since you came back into my life, thinking about having your pussy in my mouth, surrounding my cock. You smell even better than I remember.”

  Oh.

  Shit.

  Mother of all sins.

  Hearing Peirce say such thoughts has me wanting all of that more than I already did.

  “Peirce,” I moan as he swipes his tongue along my slit, flicking it against my clit.

  “You ready to tell me yet?” he asks, blowing a breath against me.

  Damnit, he’s not playing fair.

  “I’ll make you come instantly if you tell me,” he says, sliding a finger slowly inside me. “Shit, you’re fuckin’ tight, babe.”

  “Please, Peirce,” I murmur, arching further into him wanting more of what he’s giving me. Much more. I want to come like I have never come before.

  “Tell me,” he orders, sliding another finger in the depths of my pussy. “What’s fuckin’ with your head?”

  “You don’t want me.” I’m unable to stop the words from slipping past my lips.

  Peirce stops moving his fingers inside me and sits back on his knees with my legs still balancing on his shoulders.

  “What the hell do you mean I don’t want you?” he growls.

  “Isn’t it obvious? You haven’t wanted to be around me any this week and hardly any last. You have all those women out there, who look a hell of a lot better than me.” Tear
s well in my eyes as I divert my gaze from him. “I’m flawed where they’re beautiful. Scarred where they’re not.”

  “Angelina, eyes on me,” Peirce says and I do as he asks, his fingers sliding out of me as he reaches up to cup both sides of my face, his cock sitting at the entrance of my pussy. “I wasn’t here, babe, ‘cause if I were, I would have taken you when you weren’t ready. You weren’t healed enough for my cock to be inside you.”

  Peirce pushes forward, his said cock entering me slowly. “I had to stay away to keep my hands off of you. I didn’t go to any of the fuckin’ strays. In fact, what I did to relieve stress was go to New Orleans and get in one of my buddy’s matches and fight out my tension of wanting you. Honestly it didn’t work since every morning, I woke up with the need to be inside you even more.”

  He stops moving when he’s deep inside me.

  “Swear to fuckin’ God, Angelina. You’re the only one who does this to me, makes my cock this hard. Makes me want to fuck you into next year. And I’ll tell you one other thing, baby, before I do just that. I never have let anyone sleep in my fuckin’ bed let alone curl up into them. That’s always been you.”

  Pulling back, Peirce pushes forward once again, this time more firmly. “Now, are you getting what you do to me. What I see in you? We’re not the same kids we were but as I told our son, we’re connected and always will be. You’re mine and I’m not about to let anyone get in the way of that again, including your own fuckin’ head. You get me?”

  “Yes, Peirce, I get you,” I pant.

  “Good, now hang on I’m going to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before.” He grins.

  A whimper escapes my lips as he draws nearly all the way out of me only to scream out in sheer pleasure as he slams back home. Peirce then begins to hammer into me thrusting ruthlessly into my pussy.

  My orgasm slams into me causing me to tighten even further around Peirce’s cock.

  “Fuck, ma raison d’être, I’m gonna come,” he growls, reaching between us and pinching my clit, prolonging my orgasm.

  “Peirce,” I moan as he stills over me his cock twitching inside my pussy.

  God knows nothing could be better than how he makes me feel.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Pitch Black

  “I’m tired of waiting for their response. Shit, I’m fuckin’ done. I want to take them out for what they’ve done to Angelina and Carson both,” I growl as I stare at each one of my brothers as we sit in our seats for church. For the past three weeks we’d been trying to find a way to take on both the Callaghans and Angelina’s father. The tension has been difficult to deal with on top of not being able to take Lina in a way I’ve been wanting to. This morning I’d woken up with her in my arms and could all but hear her mind going.

  Gutted me to thing she thought I didn’t want her. That I’d want a stray over her. No fuckin’ way am I about to sink my cock into something that gets stuffed with everyone else’s wood.

  Fuck, after sliding into her and feeling the tightness of her cunt I was willing to bet she hadn’t been with another man. I’m not about to ask but fuck she’d been as tight as a virgin and I’d come quicker than I’ve come in years.

  Could have just been the pent-up tension inside me that forced me to come as soon as I did but fuck it was like her pussy was milking it right out of me.

  I want this shit with fuckhead one, two, and however many over with so I can show Angelina properly how much she means to me and not just in my room here at the club.

  Though after taking her the first time in the bed, I’d taken her again in the shower with her back pressed against the tile. Shit my cock is getting hard again just thinking about being inside her.

  “Easy, Pit, we have a meet set with both Callaghans and Deveaux for this evening. We’re meeting at Patton’s,” Chains says, leaning forward he rests his arms on the table. “Fuse, you got anything we can use to barter with them to leave Angelina be?”

  “Yeah, Prez, I’ve got a lot of shit on the whole lot of them and funny part is it all rolls down to an alliance between the two. Callaghan is part of the Irish Mob. Deveaux had wanted ties into them and sold his daughter to the Callaghans. She was supposed to marry one of the brothers to seal this alliance.”

  “What’s this got to do with her marrying a fuckin’ Callaghan?” Lynch asks.

  “Deveaux owns several ports the Callaghans wanted access to. The Callaghans had access to, as you can guess, the Irish Mob. They were Deveaux’s way to getting in with MacDermott, the boss. Angelina was the key to tie the two families together,” Fuse informs us.

  “Fuck. We’re dealing with the Irish Mob here?” Brakes snarls.

  “Oh, it gets even better, and I’ve asked Prez for permission to make this call but we have our own connections to MacDermott,” Fuse grins.

  “How?” I ask.

  “The Devil’s Riot MC have two members who are related to Dean O’Connell, who in return is married to MacDermott’s daughter,” Fuse announces.

  “So how does that help us? This dude doesn’t know any of us,” Tyres states, looking exhausted as hell. He’d gotten results back about Victoria being a relative to the girl and ended up going up to Virginia in order to bring his daughter home. None of us could believe it until we saw her, but Wren is definitely Tyres’ kid.

  “Well, it just so happens MacDermott is on his way down here with his son-in-law after Gadget gave him a call on our behalf. From what I can gather, though I have never met the fucker, Gadget was legit in getting shit done. MacDermott should be here any time now and Prez has given instructions for one of the prospects to escort him in here when he does,” Fuse nods.

  “We need to make sure we have everything under control for when it comes time for this meet tonight, Fuse. Do we know why Angelina was barely keeping any of her money?” Chains asks.

  “I’m still somewhat conflicted about this. The account goes to Bryce Callaghan’s, however, once the money hits this account it’s immediately moved to another offshore one,” Fuse says.

  “So, we can’t find who the money is actually going to?”

  “I know whose name is on the account but there’s no reason why she would send money to Bryce Callaghan only to have him send it to another account in her name. It doesn’t make sense,” Fuse grumbles.

  “Someone has opened an account in Angelina’s name?” I snarl, clenching my fists.

  “Yep and for whatever reason until Ballard went after her, she was sending the money. Whether that’s what they agreed upon or whatnot I don’t know.”

  “We need to find out from her why she was sending it,” Chains states.

  “I’ll go get her,” I murmur, standing up from my chair. Stepping out of church, I head for the main room which was to my left. Angelina said she wanted to spend some time with the girls in there rather than stay couped up in my room.

  “I told you, bitch, you and that bastard need to leave.” Vix’s voice causes me to pause where I am to listen. “You’re not wanted here, and no one wants your ugly ass around. I mean look at you, no tits or ass, you might as well be a dude with long hair like that bastard of yours.”

  My vision turns red at the venomous words Vix is spewing to my woman.

  Fuck that shit.

  “I’m not going anywhere you jealous, wood-stuffer bitch. You’re just pissed Pit doesn’t want to stick his pecker in a hole as big as a softball,” Angelina sneers defending herself.

  “You ugly bitch,” Vix snaps, reaching her hand back to strike Angelina.

  “That’s enough,” I yell loudly to catch the stray’s fuckin’ attention. “You do not ever speak to an ol’ lady the way you just did.”

  “But, Pit, if she wasn’t here, we’d be having fun,” Vix pouts, lowering her hand.

  Not wanting to hear her shit, I glance over to the bar, to find Steel coming from the back room with a case for restocking the beer. “Prospect, watch this stray and make sure she doesn’t go anywhere. The club will dea
l with her after we’re finished with church.”

  “You got it, Pit.” Steel nods putting the case on the top of the bar and comes to grab hold of Vix’s arm. “Don’t know what happened out here. Angelina was heading to the kitchen when I went into the backroom.”

  “All good, Steel.” I nod and look to my woman. “Come on, Lina, need you to come with me for a few minutes.”

  “Um, okay,” she says, lowering her head, hands clasped together in front of her. “Did I do something wrong?”

  “No, babe, you’re fine. We just need to talk to you about a few things,” I say pulling her into my body.

  “Okay.” She nods.

  Guiding her into church, I keep hold of her as I make my way to my seat and sit in the chair, pulling her down on my lap.

  “Ugh, what’s going on? I thought I wasn’t allowed in here.” She looks to me in confusion.

  “On normal circumstances you’re not allowed in here when we’re meeting; however, we need to discuss somethings with you and need you to be honest,” Chains says gently.

  “Okay, I can do that,” she murmurs, nodding in agreement.

  “First thing, Prez, I’m requesting Vix to be booted out on her ass,” I growl and explain to them what I’d heard when I went to get Lina.

  “You don’t have to kick her out. It’s not the first time she’s been nasty to me and she’s not the first person to ever be mean to me. I’m used to it. People hate me, and I understand that, so please don’t take someone’s home because of me,” Angelina pleads.

  “Angelina, you do not ever put up with shit like that again. I’m not about to let it slide,” I snarl.

  “Pitch Black’s right, you are one of us. You don’t want her to get kicked out because of you well she shouldn’t have fucked up the way she did; however, for you Lina, how about I send her to our charter over in Florida or Arizona?” Chains offers to give her some peace of mind that the bitch won’t be out on her ass like she should be, but I know my Prez, he’ll make sure whichever charter he sends her to, don’t go lite on her for fuckin’ with an ol’ lady.