“Let me touch you, baby.”
“What do I get?” he drawled, taunting her.
“Anything you want.”
“That’s a given, baby.” He flipped her over so she was on all fours, doggy style.
“Don’t hurt me.”
“Gonna hurt you with this cock of mine, girl. I love fucking hurting you.” He watched her fingers clawing at the sheets like a wild animal. His hand wrapped into her hair, making a rein out of it and forcing her head and neck back so he could better growl threats into her ear.
“You fucking make me crazy, girl. The way you look when you dress for court, that whole alpha sub thing you have going on, makes me want to tear into you like a rabid dog.”
He pulled her lips open and slowly slid balls deep into his woman. His fingers locked onto her hips as he ground down into her in circular motions.
“Oh fuck, Talon, you have no idea how good you make me feel.”
His hand smacked down on her ass and he leaned into her ear as he yanked at the hair he held. “Did I give you permission to talk?”
She shook her head as a tear streamed down her cheek from the sting of the smack. There were times when his hands could cause more pain than a crop or a cane and she knew it all too well.
He pulled back his cock but remained leaning over her body and manipulating her head by the fistful of hair he held.
“I own you, kitten—your words, your deeds, your body, your soul. I bet you want to come so bad but you can’t tell me because I won’t let you talk, will I?”
His large palm pressed down between her shoulder blades, smashing her face into the mattress. Long, firm strokes of his cock had her, once again, clawing at the sheets and groaning, begging him without words to let her come. As if reading her mind, he grabbed her hips and his thrusts became more urgent.
“Play with that clit I own so I can feel that tight, little pussy of yours milk my cock when you come.”
Electricity coursed through her from the top of her head, down to her curled toes, as she screamed out her release.
“Oh fuck, girl, I love you so fucking much,” were the last words she heard before he collapsed over her body, completely sated.
He pulled her into his body, spooning her as he ran his fingers through her hair. She was everything he had ever dreamed of in a woman. Life was good…
“You rescued me,” Daisy whispered as she opened the shower door and eyed Preacher staring at her.
“I ain’t nobody’s fucking knight in shining armor. I’m a hard man. I tell it like it is and I expect a lot. In other words, I’m strict.”
“I don’t mind,” she said, looking down as she bit her bottom lip.
A chill ran through her as he reached up and ripped the towel from her. He picked up a tit, almost as if he was weighing it in his hand. “Nice tits. Are they fake?”
“Yes… I hope it’s okay.”
“They’re nice tits,” he said again. “Spread your legs.” He stroked his finger through her slit until she got wet and then pushed up into her. “Your cunt’s tight. How long has it been since you been fucked, girl?”
“He stopped making love to me six months ago.”
“You ever been with another man?”
He flinched when he noticed a tear roll down her cheek. “No, I ran away when my stepdad starting coming into my room and feeling me up after my mom went to sleep.”
“That’s fucked up.” His words were clipped, like he was discussing a business deal. He had never been in love and he didn’t plan on starting with Daisy.
He grabbed her hand and pulled her into the bedroom. “Get on the bed and spread your legs. Touch yourself.”
His breathing hitched as she spread her legs and closed her eyes.
“Open your fuckin’ eyes and bend your knees! I want to see what I’m getting.”
He could feel his breathing getting harder as she shyly stroked through her pussy lips.
He pulled his cock from his pants and she looked away in embarrassment. She hoped he wasn’t too big for her; Billy hadn’t been that big.
He slowly stroked himself with a smirk on his face. “Finger fuck yourself with one hand and rub your clit with the other. You better make yourself come because I want to watch.”
He made his way to the side of the bed and pulled her head towards his cock. “Lick that pre-cum off the head of my cock.”
Her little, pink tongue darted out and her body trembled as he pulled at one of her hardened nipples. His mandates were turning her on and the way he was telling her what to do like he was disconnected was making her horny for some reason.
He jerked back from her and spoke, “Don’t take your fucking eyes off me when you come.”
Her breathing was raspy and her body was shaking as she got closer to climaxing.
“Yeah, you look all needy and shit. You want that cock, don’t you? You’ll get it tomorrow after you get tested. Pump that pussy, baby. That’s a good girl.” Her body shot up off the bed as an intense orgasm surged through her.
Preacher groaned as he shot his seed all over her chest. “Rub it in,” he growled.
He watched as she climaxed again while rubbing his sperm into her chest with her free hand. He was so nasty and talked so dirty. She couldn’t ever remember coming that hard.
Preacher tucked his cock back in his pants and walked out as if nothing had happened. A wave of sadness washed over her as she made her way back into the shower. Why was he acting so disconnected? It didn’t matter. She was safe and that was all that mattered right now.
Chapter Thirty Six
“When the fuck were you planning on telling me, Raven?” She knew it was a rhetorical question. Nothing she could say right now was going to be right. She would just have to let Tiny’s anger run its course.
“Do you realize you put everybody here in danger?”
Another rhetorical question, she thought while staring at an invisible spot on the floor.
“Fuck, Raven, if I can’t trust you, who can I trust?”
“Just hold on a fucking minute,” she yelled, jumping to her bare feet.
There was the Raven he knew. A smirk crossed his face at the sight of her fiery temper. She poked her finger into the mass of muscle in his chest.
“I fucked up but I didn’t know she was a member of Hell’s Demons. You and I both know I never would have hired her had I known. I’d beat her ass if I didn’t feel so sorry for her.”
“Don’t do that, Raven,” Tiny spoke, running a hand through his long salt and pepper hair. “I don’t want her out of your sight though. She is either to be with you or Preacher. He’s going to work with you tonight. I wouldn’t normally have you go in, but I don’t want anyone else training her. One more thing, I want you to keep your new bestie, Red, with you. At least I know she’s got the balls to have your back.”
“Whatever you say, big boy.” Raven eyed the man who was ten years her senior and the love of her life. He had always watched over her starting from the day he first laid eyes on her. She knew his anger was due to being fearful for not only her safety, but the club’s safety too. Being the president of a motorcycle club was a big responsibility and it was one that Tiny took very seriously.
Her eyes glazed over with the lust he always brought out in her and she dropped to her knees, pulling his flaccid cock from his pants. She smirked when she felt it jump in her hands.
“I’m such a bad girl. Let me make it up to you.” Her tongue swirled around the head and licked off the pre-cum that had seeped through the slit.
“Ah fuck, girl, damn, nobody can suck cock like you.”
She smacked his leg and popped his cock out of her mouth long enough to reprimand him. “Nobody else but me better be sucking this cock or I’ll cut it off.”
“Don’t talk like that. You’ll make it go soft.”
She wrapped her lips back around it and opened her throat to let his long, thick length in. Her tongue and lips worked him over until his le
gs were trembling and he was shooting a warm spray into the back of her mouth. Now probably wasn’t the time to tell him that she had a stalker…
Scooter made his way over to Red’s writing room while she was in the shower. “Time to check up on you, little girl,” he mumbled to himself as he booted up her computer. The fact that she was an aspiring author worked out quite well for him and meshed with his untrusting nature. He knew authors always put a piece of themselves in what they wrote. As far as he was concerned, any writer who said they didn’t was a fucking liar.
Red wasn’t aware of the fact that he read her stories. She wrote some twisted shit and it turned him on. Where in the hell did she come up with this shit?
“First thing we’re doing, little girl, is checking your history.” He talked to himself when he worked sometimes. It was a habit he hadn’t been able to break.
“What the fuck?! What are you looking for, girl?”
He eyed the website he had only heard about that had a serial killer’s blog. Was she here doing research, or what?
“This is some twisted shit.”
He grabbed his cell phone and dialed a number. The man named Miller, on the other end, picked up on the second ring.
“Yeah, what’s up Scoot?”
“I’m not quite sure. My old lady has been writing a crime novel and I just found some website she’s been visiting.”
“What is it?”
“Some dude named Black Rose.”
“Oh boy, she’s doing some heavy duty research, isn’t she?”
“You know this guy?”
“Hell yeah, I know him. He’s part of the Bound by Blood Brotherhood.”
“That’s the group of guys you served with over in Afghanistan, right?”
“Yep, and as much as I love ya, bro, there isn’t a whole lot more I can tell you. I can tell you this, though. Either your woman is doing research for the book she’s writing, or… she has a stalker.”
“Would this guy stalk her?”
“Nope, he’s got some chick he rescued from a serial killer so it wouldn’t be him but there are plenty of crazies out there who worship him. Like I said, she could just be doing research but if she is being stalked, we’re dealing with a copycat…
Chapter Thirty Seven
Tiny leaned into the SUV window and eyed Preacher who was seated in the backseat with Daisy. “You got that Glock, bro?”
“You know I do.”
He stroked Raven’s arm but never took his eyes off of Preacher. “You have my heart in your hands. Don’t let anything happen to her.”
“You know me better than that, Prez.”
Tiny patted the SUV after he kissed Raven goodbye. It was true; Preacher held Tiny’s heart in the palm of his hand by being responsible for Raven. They both knew any of the brothers would kill anyone who tried to harm the President’s old lady. They had decided it would be smarter to leave Tiny guarding the compound and send Preacher to watch over the club and Daisy. All of the brothers were on high alert and only time would tell how all of this would play out.
They made their way down the familiar River Road in silence. Red wanted to ask Raven if she had said anything about the black roses she had received but she knew not to in front of Preacher and Daisy.
An awkward silence filled the cage as they made their way to the club. Everyone was nervous about the rival MC and Daisy couldn’t help but feel like she was the cause of all the drama. All of the tension and feeling like the outsider was making her chest tighten up with anxiety.
She looked over in the backseat at the hard profile of the stranger who owned her. The streetlights travelled over his darkened features that seemed obscured not only due to the lack of lighting, but because of his tough outward demeanor. She knew instinctively that he had told her the truth when he said he was a hard man. Her fingers meekly made their way over towards his hand and he jerked around, looking at her with hard eyes. Though his expression didn’t change, he wrapped his fingers around her hand in a tight, possessive grip. It was enough for now. She would take whatever she could get from this stranger to whom she belonged. She found herself hoping he might someday care about her because she was more than a little intrigued by this enigma of a man.
His eyes stared at her, holding her in a cold, hard, relentless gaze. She squirmed in her seat as she remembered the dirty things he had made her do for him. A devious grin spread over his face as he leaned in to whisper in her ear, “It makes your pussy wet for me when you think about the nasty things I’m going to make you do for me. Just wait until I make you fuck yourself with a dildo when we get home.” He chuckled as she turned away to hide the bright crimson hue of embarrassment on her face. She squirmed again, trying to alleviate the discomfort from the wet spot between her thighs, but that just wasn’t going to happen with him sitting so close.
Raven quickly went through the process of putting on her make-up on and getting dressed. Her best customer was coming in tonight and she needed the money. He’d been known to give her as much as five thousand dollars in one night and she loved giving Tiny gifts. He told her all the time that he didn’t care about her money, or need it, but Raven was a biker chick at heart and everything she had, or did, was for her old man.
Men stared as she made her way through the crowded bar in a tight, leather miniskirt and a beaded, black, crop top that was triangular in shape and tied up in the back with leather lace. Businessmen, independent bikers who rode solo, suburban dads—they all stared. Raven was beautiful with her jet-black hair, feathered towards her face, and her mysterious, onyx eyes. She could have any man she wanted but her heart belonged to Tiny.
She eyed the trust fund baby who was sure he was in love with her even though she belonged to another. If Raven dancing in her clothes and sitting to talk with him was all he could get, well, then, that was enough for him.
“Hey Raven,” Rupert piped out.
Who the fuck would be so cruel as to name their kid Rupert? she thought.
“Hi Rupert. I see you got me a magnum of champagne and red roses. You’re so sweet.” She bent down and kissed his cheek. “Did you send me black roses the other day?”
“Oh no! Even though I know they’re your favorite, I just couldn’t, not knowing that they mean… I couldn’t send you anything that signifies death and mourning.”
She patted his leg as he pushed his glasses up on his nose. She almost felt sorry for the poor guy; he was so dorky. The mystery of who sent the roses was pushed from her mind as she heard a disturbance up front.
She turned her attention back to the matter at hand—Rupert. The poor guy did deserve her undivided attention with all he did for her. Besides, Preacher would deal with whatever was going on anyway…
Daisy stood around the corner and watched Preacher as he dealt with Billy’s temper tantrum. Billy might be a danger to her, but he wasn’t a danger to another man, and judging by what she was witnessing right now, she wouldn’t have to worry about him anymore. Preacher was fucking crazy.
Preacher shoved the gun into Billy’s mouth and cocked his head sideways. “I will blow the back of your fucking head off, you little weasel.”
Billy pulled back enough to speak but his voice shook with fright. “I just came to talk to my old lady, man. I don’t want no trouble.”
“She ain’t your old lady no more. She’s mine now! As far as trouble, you got that when you walked into Dauntless territory with those raggedy ass colors you’re sportin’.”
“Man, you can have her, man. Just please don’t kill me.”
“You’re a pussy motherfucker, aren’t you? Say it… and save your life.”
“I’m a pussy motherfucker. I’m whatever the fuck you want me to be. Just let me go, man.”
“Run, motherfucker. I said run!” Preacher’s voice boomed and that’s exactly what Billy did. He ran for his life.
Chapter Thirty Eight
Everybody sat outside in the courtyard and watched the fire blaze as they drank beer a
nd ragged on each other.
“Damn, Preacher, you’re crazier than what I thought,” Tiny laughed.
“Pissed me off when he came up in the club with his colors on. That’s just fuckin’ disrespectful, man.” Preacher leaned down and growled in Daisy’s ear, “Pissed me off when he wanted to talk to you too.”
She looked up at him with admiration, “You saved me.”
“I told ya, I’m not your knight in shining armor. You might want to get to know me better before you decide if you like me or not.”
“I already know I like you. The question is… do you like me?”
“Depends on how good of a show you put on for me with that dildo later,” he whispered in her ear.
The embarrassment that colored her face beet red did nothing to stop the moistening between her thighs. She had never experienced a time when a man had turned her on the way Preacher did.
“Yeah, Raven, thanks for telling me you had some guy send you black roses,” Tiny stated, catching his woman completely off guard.
Raven’s face dropped as she eyed Red angrily as if she had been the one who told him.
Red threw her hands up in mock surrender. “I swear I didn’t say anything.”
Tiny eyed her accusingly, “Honor among thieves?”
“No, honor among old ladies though.” Red meekly muttered.
Tiny directed his next statement to Raven. “Yeah, you girls get pissed when we brothers stick together and don’t tell y’all something and, yet, you girls do the same thing.
Derrick piped in before things got too heated. “We got it straight. I found out it was a harmless customer who had a crush on our beautiful Raven.”
“Every man who gets within fifty yards of her falls in love with her,” Red chided.
“Hey, hey, hey,” Tiny grumbled.
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