Hades Pain (Devils Riot MC Book 6)

by E. C. Land

  “Ally isn’t my ol’ lady or some random stray. She’s my fuckin’ sister.” His words wash through me.

  His sister? Holy shit, he told me about her, how he thought she was dead.

  “Oh,” is all I manage to get out as I turn to face him.

  “Yeah, oh,” Hades says harshly

  “We’re gonna get out of here, Emerson. I’ll text you in a few days to check on you,” Ricochet says, drawing my attention to him. “Good luck, man. You’re gonna need it. Emmy here is definitely a special one.” He holds his hand out to Hades. How weird, one minute both men are filled with tension, the next they clasp hands.

  Turning my focus back to Hades, it’s as if the sky itself rumbles as bikes all around us roar to life. No one in the Devil’s Riot MC spoke a single word throughout this entire altercation. They simply leave as Ricochet, Chuckles, and Gold head out, leaving me to deal with Hades by myself.

  Well, here goes nothing.

  10

  Hades

  Oh. That’s all she had to say to me after informing her of something I’d have told her about a week ago if she’d simply given me a chance. What the hell? Here I am, pissed the hell off but so damn glad to see her. I’ve missed her more than I could imagine.

  Being able to touch Emerson is the only thing keeping me calm right now, considering all the shit we need to go over. Especially how she came about meeting members of the Iron Vex MC. I’ve been fuming since that call from Ricochet yesterday, and seeing them pull up behind her didn’t help. My vision turned dark and I was ready to stick my blade into both their dicks. Yet Emerson’s admission of being a virgin had my chest swelling with pride that I’d be the one to take something so special from her. Shit, my dick is throbbing behind my jeans as the words filter through in my head.

  Virgin.

  The thought should frighten me, but honestly, I’d kill any fucker who came before me. Emerson is my woman. Mine. And that’s the way it’s gonna stay.

  She may have denied my claim, but I’ll prove to her who she belongs to.

  Clearing my throat, I grab hold of her arm. “Come on. Let’s get to the clubhouse so we can talk,” I grumble, still on edge about everything.

  “I’m not going to the clubhouse with you. I have things to do,” Emerson mumbles as she snatches her arm or tries to at least, but I have a firm hold on her.

  “It’s nothing that can’t wait until tomorrow. We’re gonna talk. Now, come on and let’s get to my room at the clubhouse,” I order, pulling her toward my bike.

  “I already said I’m not going to the clubhouse. Not now, not ever again,” she seethes out, all while dragging her feet.

  Lifting a brow at her statement, I let go of her to stand in front of her with my arms crossed. “What’s wrong with the clubhouse, babe?”

  “Nothing. I’m simply not going,” she mutters and tries to turn away from me.

  “Not so fast, hothead,” I say, stopping her.

  “I’m not a hothead, asshole.”

  “Yeah, you are. Haven’t you heard redheads are known for their tempers?” I say teasingly as I touch her hair.

  “Fuck off,” Emerson retorts.

  “Oh, babe, I’ll be fuckin’ something soon enough,” I smirk, proud of myself for not letting the anger I’m feeling right now show. I’m trying to bide my time until I get Emerson behind closed doors.

  “I’m sure you will be, Hades, but it won’t be me,” Emerson says, diverting her gaze away from me. If I hadn’t been paying attention to everything about her right then, I might have missed the small quiver of her lip. Though it was only brief, I saw it and it told me all I need to know.

  “Babe, look at me,” I say, lifting a hand to cup her cheek. When I have her eyes focused on me, my heart clenches at all the emotions swirling in them. I don’t know what’s going on in that head of hers, but I’ll be finding out, although it won’t be until I can get her somewhere private. Where we can talk without an audience. This parking lot is too open. “Emerson, we’ve got a lot to talk about. If you don’t want to go to the clubhouse, I know where we can go,” I say softly.

  “Where?” she asks.

  “Come on, I’ll show you.” This time, when I lead her to my bike, she doesn’t fight me, which I’m fuckin’ grateful for. Without a word between us, I straddle my girl and help Emerson on. When she presses her chest to my back, I inwardly smile at the fact I didn’t need to tell her. She remembers exactly how I want her.

  As my bike starts up with a thundering roar, I feel like I can finally breathe again. I might have escaped with my sister’s help a little over a week ago, but nothing compares to having Emerson plastered against my back as we ride. She only rode with me one other time, and that was the day our lives turned upside down. It was at that time I knew she was meant for me.

  After spending the last hour merely riding the backroads, I finally pull into a secluded field I’d found the first year we’d moved here. It’s great for hunting and peaceful with how far back it is from the road.

  Reaching behind me, I help Emerson climb off before following suit. Grabbing her hand, I guide her a few feet away from my bike and sit down, bringing her with me. As much as I’d love to have her leaning against me, I want to see her face when we talk.

  “Okay, babe, it’s just the two of us in the middle of nowhere,” I say after a moment.

  “I don’t know what you want me to say,” she whispers as she looks down at the ground, twirling the dead grass in her fingers.

  “How about starting with why you left instead of waiting to talk to me. Or better yet, why you stayed in my room. You know my sheets still have your scent on them.” At my statement, Emerson’s face lifts to mine.

  Sighing, Emerson shakes her head and diverts her face away from me again. “Why are you doing this?” she finally asks quietly.

  “Doing what?”

  “This,” she states, pointing a finger between the two of us.

  “Babe, I’m not understanding what you’re talking about,” I say, furrowing my brow as I try to figure out what she’s saying.

  “You know exactly what I’m talking about. You should hate me,” she whispers softly. I’m unsure if I heard her right.

  “Why would I hate you?”

  “Because I’m the reason you were taken.”

  “Precious, look at me,” I order her softly. When I have her eyes on me, I lean forward and press my mouth to hers, giving her a gentle kiss before going on. “You and I were taken together, but they knew who I was before it all happened. That fucker Timothy Rogers may have wanted you, but the men I helped you escape from wanted me as well. I’ve told you about my mom and dad already, so I don’t need to go into detail. Those men didn’t want just you, and I’ll never hate you for what I went through while they held me. Shit, I’ll always look at it as the opportunity to find Ally.” Taking a breath, I keep my eyes on hers. “I don’t want to tell you everything I went through at that time with them. I’m sure you can imagine. Hell, I’m still healing, although I will tell you this. What they did to me is nothing compared to what they wanted to do to you. So, no, babe, I don’t hate you for anything,” I tell her while wiping away the lone tear that falls from her eyes.

  “I don’t understand you,” she mumbles.

  “What’s there to understand?” I ask before leaning in to kiss her again. I want to feel her lips against mine again.

  “Maybe it’s the fact you all of a sudden want me now when two years ago, you walked into my life, turned it upside down, only to turn away from me to be with some other bitches. Then when everything goes down with my sister, you decide to become the most irritating man I’ve ever met thinking you could bulldoze over me.” She stops speaking long enough to take a quick breath. “And to top it all, you showed me the man within the alpha caveman shell you have going on. You went from asshole to sweet faster than I could whip my head around. Oh, and then there was the kiss you gave me, which I have dreamed about since I first spoke to you whe
n the club moved here. I should also add . . . ”

  I slam my mouth down on hers to stop her rambling. She’s said enough. I must have been shitfaced drunk during the time she’s talking about ‘cause I sure as fuck don’t remember it. And Emerson is worth meeting.

  Emerson is worth everything.

  11

  Emerson

  Holy shit, Hades can kiss. I mean, I knew he could, but these kisses he keeps giving me are all-consuming. My mind can’t seem to wrap itself around all that has happened since pulling back into town hours ago. Yet right now with his lips on mine, I’d love nothing more than to leave everything behind and stay in this little bubble in the midst of the woods. It might be winter, but Mother Nature must be having a good day since the weather is somewhat warm.

  Feeling bold, I swipe my tongue along the rim of his lips. As his open, I plunge forward. Hades pulls me further into him as we deepen the kiss. Moving my legs, I straddle his lap. Moaning into his mouth, I grind myself down onto his hard length. Besides, when Gold was teaching me to give a lap dance, I’d never even felt what a hard dick was like. Sure, I’d seen it in porn, but I don’t even own a dildo, preferring to stick with a bullet. It does wonders when I need relief.

  Hades’ groans encourage me to keep going, but he pulls away from my mouth. “Precious, we gotta stop before I do something you’re not ready for,” he says. And just like that, I swoon for him just as I did two years ago.

  “What if I’m ready now?” I ask huskily, leaning forward and gently nipping his bottom lip.

  “Babe, I want more than anything to fuck you right now, but not out here in the middle of a field. Your first time should be special and in a bed. Where I can take care of you afterward,” he groans out.

  “Maybe I don’t want any of that. I’ve longed to have you fuck me, take me, and make me yours. But if that’s not what you want, then fine, take me home. I’ll find someone else who wants me,” I say abruptly. Why can’t he just for once take me like I want? I don’t want candles and roses, soft and sweet. I merely want him to take me as a woman, his woman.

  I push myself to move only to be pulled back into him and rolled onto my back as Hades hovers over me. “You want me to fuck you here and now like a savage beast, fine, I’ll fuckin’ do it. But let’s get one thing straight right now. You’re mine, and I’ll kill anyone who tries to stand in my way. I didn’t want to do this here, especially when we still have things to sort out between the two of us,” he growls out before smashing his mouth to mine.

  Running a hand along my side, Hades reaches to cup one of my breasts. I gasp as he pinches my nipple, rolling it between his fingers, and he takes advantage of it and thrusts his tongue into my mouth. Oh God, this is what I’ve been missing.

  I whimper when he stops and pulls his mouth from mine. “You don’t know what you’re asking, Precious,” he states and rips the shirt I’m wearing in half, exposing my lace-covered breasts. “Just how I imagined them, perfection.” Groaning, he leans down, taking the one he’d been playing with into his mouth and sucking the nipple straight through the thin material.

  I can feel myself growing close to an orgasm, and yet he hasn’t touched me where I need him most.

  Lifting his head, he leans to the side, bracing himself on one arm while running the other one along my chest. “I’m not taking you out here like some asshole, Emmy, though I will give you what you need for now,” he says as his hands move further down, unbuttoning my jeans to give him enough room to slide his fingers against my slit.

  “Hmm, you’re wet, baby. I could easily sink inside your sweet pussy without a problem.” His voice is filled with lust as he speaks.

  “Then take your dick out and fuck me,” I say a little louder than I meant to.

  “Soon enough, Precious. Right now, I’m gonna make you come, then we’re gonna finish our conversation. Actually, I think I might get one part cleared up right now,” he states, pressing the tip of a finger inside of me as his thumb plays with my clit.

  “Who do you belong to, babe?” he asks.

  Seriously, he’s gonna do this now? Shaking my head, I try to focus. The way he’s toying with my pussy, I’m having a really hard time concentrating on anything other than trying to find my release.

  “Want to come? Then answer the question,” he says, pulling his hand away.

  “Myself,” I inform him huskily.

  “Want to try again?” Leaning forward, he uses his teeth to drag the cup of my bra down and nips my nipple before drawing it deep into his mouth. All the while he plunges his fingers into my pussy.

  “Holy shit,” I cry out at the overwhelming sensations I’ve never felt before only to have them stripped from me as he pulls away yet again.

  “Ready to admit it,” he asks, circling his fingers around my clit.

  “If I’m yours, then you’re mine,” I hiss as Hades pinches my clit.

  “Baby, don’t you know I’ve been yours since the day I put you on my bike? Maybe if I remembered our first encounter like you did, I’d have had your ass riding with me then, but I can’t change the past, and I’ll never regret a damn thing about it. Because in the end, it got me you,” he says before slamming his mouth to mine, all while sinking his fingers deep within me. I feel a twinge of pain, but it’s nothing compared to the orgasm he sends spiraling through me.

  Lifting his head, he gives me a panty-melting grin while pulling his fingers from my pants and placing them in his mouth. “God, you taste good. I can’t wait to feast on you later.”

  “Can’t wait.” Smiling, I snuggle toward him.

  “Good. Now, let’s get you situated and on my bike. We need to get you to the clubhouse before your sister has Gadget track me down to find you,” Hades says, standing up and pulling me with him.

  “She can wait a while longer. I need to get to the salon. Besides, I already said I wasn’t going back to the clubhouse,” I say while trying to fix my shirt with no hope.

  “Why the hell not?” Hades asks.

  “I have my reasons and they’re not up for discussion,” I tell him.

  “Oh, my beautiful but hotheaded woman, I told you earlier we were gonna finish our talk and that will be another thing added to the list. Now, either we do this in my room at the clubhouse or in the back of the salon, but let me put it to you this way. Do you want your customers to hear you scream out my name when I have you coming around my dick after our talk?” Biting the inside of my lip, I contemplate my options. I’d prefer to get this conversation over with without being heard by anyone, but both choices he’s given suck ass right now.

  Go to the clubhouse and face my embarrassment or go to the salon where I’d been staying and have it out with him there? The salon should still be open, meaning there will be customers in the front of the shop. Why didn’t I go ahead and get my own place again? Ugh.

  “Fine, we'll go to the clubhouse,” I murmur.

  12

  Hades

  Days like today, I wish I had my own damn place besides my room here at the clubhouse. Seems every one of my brothers and their ol’ ladies are in the main room when we walk in. The moment the door opens, all eyes turn our way as silence descends among everyone. Emotions ranging from relief to anger amidst the women, my brothers merely relieved to see the two of us finally making it here.

  I don’t blame them for being relieved. Today could have gone all wrong, especially after finding out Emerson had made friends with the Iron Vex MC. We’ve got no problems with them and consider them allies. It’s just the way they live their lives, I didn’t want my woman mixed up in. To each their own, but I’ve never been good with sharing. Sure, I never minded having a clubwhore suck my dick while she was getting pounded from behind, but the bitch wasn’t my woman.

  “You have some explaining to do,” Connors yells as she rushes toward her sister. With the way Emerson tenses, she’s waiting for her sister to go off on her. Not happenin’. She’s gonna learn I’ll protect her no matter what. Same as I
did when we were taken. I did my best to keep their focus on me rather than her.

  “Not now, Doc,” I state firmly yet gently, holding my hand up to yield her from getting to her sister. I have no doubt she’s been worried, we all were, but shit, I need my woman for a little while longer without disturbance. Maybe we should’ve gone to her shop or, hell, got a hotel room.

  Connors looks between the two of us and narrows her eyes. “Don’t think I won’t be giving my sister a piece of my mind. You can have her for the rest of the day,” she says to me before turning her focus on Emerson. “Tonight, however, you and I will be discussing why you would leave without so much as a word, leaving your pregnant sister to worry about you,” she finishes then storms back toward her men who surround her.

  “I didn’t even know she was pregnant,” Emerson whispers. Glancing at her, I find her eyes filled with guilt and sadness.

  “Come on, Precious,” I say, tugging her along as we head toward my room. She and I still have a lot to hash out. Starting with why the hell she seems so reluctant to come to the clubhouse.

  Did something happen that I don’t know about? And if so, what? She should feel safe being here. Shit, the woman is friends with all the ol’ ladies, so it’s not like she doesn’t know anyone.

  Opening the door to my room, I pull her inside only to stop before the door is closed completely. In the middle of my bed are two of the clubwhores, Susie Cue and Nikki, making out while fingering each other’s pussies.

  Fuck.

  How the hell did they get in here?

  Worse is when I glance from them to Emerson’s face, finding it filled with anger.