Renascence: Death Dealers MC Book 5

by Alana Sapphire

  “Yes!” I scream, his words pushing me to fulfillment as much as his dick. My muscles tighten, gripping him.

  He practically roars, going deep, hips stilling, dick pulsing inside me. I join him, pussy clenching wildly.

  “Venom!”

  My hips fall back to the bed, Venom collapsing on top me. Both out of breath, we lie there, silent until our breathing calms.

  “I swear I could stay like this for the rest of my life and be a happy man.”

  My pussy jumps.

  He groans, lifting his head to look at me.

  “Give me five minutes and then we’re definitely fucking doing that again.”

  CHAPTER 15

  ***Venom***

  No way.

  Not fucking happening. In my gym? This fucker better say a prayer to whatever god he serves.

  I’ve been waiting for Emily to finish her session with Rianne. I’m gone for five minutes and return to find some fucker all up on her. She’s smiling, laughing with this asshole who’s blatantly flirting with her. He’s been inching closer and closer to her these last couple weeks, but today he’s crossed the line. Emily looks amazing, so I can’t say I blame him, but she’s mine.

  It’s time he got that memo.

  Despite wanting to break his face, I can’t take my eyes off Emily as I approach them. The baggy T-shirts are a thing of the past, now replaced by sports bras. Her arms and legs are toned, stomach flatter than before. She’s lost a few pounds, but more inches. It’s given her a boost of confidence, but I like to think I’ve helped her in that department also. To me, that’s what’s made her more appealing, not the weight she’s lost. She’s becoming the woman I always knew she could be: strong, poised, independent. It’s sexy as fuck. After our Christmas Day romp, we’ve been hot and heavy. There hasn’t been a night when she wasn’t in my bed, even the entire week when I couldn’t be inside her. That certainly didn’t stop me from doing other things to her body, though. It’s strange, but the more I fuck her, the more I want to. I can’t seem to get enough of her, and it’s the same for her. The woman loves to fuck as much as I do. There’s nothing more I could ask for.

  Except for her baking.

  I’ve been hitting the gym extra hard to work off the calories she’s pumping me up with, but it’s worth it. She blesses that kitchen and miracles happen. She’s even been working with Ellen and her party planning business. Everything she’s baked for those events has gotten rave reviews. When she’s not fattening up the town, she subs at the high school. I have to say she’s fitting into this town pretty well, and is making a good life for herself.

  “Hey, darlin’, you ready to go?”

  I throw an arm over her shoulder, pulling her close while my gaze dares the man to try anything with her. He swallows hard, taking a step back, and then scurrying away like a mouse.

  “Yeah, let me just grab a shower.”

  “I’ll wait for you at the juice bar.”

  I watch her walk away, wondering if she thinks she’s getting off that easily. Not by a long shot. Like I’ve been doing almost every day for the last six weeks, I grab her a drink and wait. She returns with a bright smile, the same one she’s been giving me all that time. It’s no less beautiful than the first time I saw it. In fact, it gets better every time.

  “Ready?”

  “Yes, sir!”

  I throw her bag over my shoulder, letting her walk ahead of me so I can ogle her ass. I’ve grabbed it, squeezed it, massaged it, smacked it, flipped it, rubbed it down, and there are still so many more things I want to do to it. She hasn’t mentioned anal again, but it’s a conversation I definitely want to revisit. It’s not even about the sex; I want to claim every inch of Emily’s body. I wasn’t her first, not even her second, but I am the best. This is uncharted territory for her, and I want to Neil Armstrong that shit.

  “How was school today?” I ask on our drive to my place.

  “Good. I have papers to grade tonight, Liam.”

  I know that was a warning for me that she won’t be able to indulge in one of our all-night fuck fests. The fact that she used my real name means she’s serious. No worries. I wasn’t planning on giving her my dick tonight after what she did. I might be petty, but I don’t play when it comes to her.

  “Hint taken, Miss Pierce.”

  “I’ll make you an extra special breakfast tomorrow to make up for it.”

  “Uh-huh. You will.”

  “You sound weird. Are you okay?”

  “I’m fine. I should be asking you that question.”

  “Me? What did I do?” she asks.

  “What were you and that dude laughing about?”

  “You mean Carter? He just told me a joke.”

  “He was flirting with you.”

  “He was not. You think every man who talks to me wants to get in my pants.”

  “They do.”

  “Wait.” She turns in her seat, and I glance over to catch the amusement on her face. I clench the steering wheel, knowing what’s coming next. “Are you jealous, Mr. Hughes?”

  “Of course not. Being jealous would indicate I actually think that asshole could take you away from me. News flash, I don’t.”

  “Oh, you’re so confident of that?”

  “Are you saying you think he can make you come as hard as I do?”

  “I don’t think of him like that!” she protests. “You’re just being silly.”

  “Is that so?” I pull into the driveway, shutting off the ignition, not looking at her as I speak. “When we get in that house, go straight to the bedroom and take off your clothes.”

  As usual, she doesn’t argue. Why would she? She knows what I can deliver. While she makes her way to the bedroom, I head to the kitchen and grab a beer from the fridge, slowly drinking, imagining her squirming with anticipation. Taking the bottle with me, I check on my babies. I pause before Benny’s terrarium, remembering the last time I got to use the boa constrictor. I was helping Gage with a situation but didn’t enjoy it any less. I can still see the way the man’s eyes bulged as Benny coiled around his neck. It was beautiful.

  “Sweet Jesus!”

  I spin to find a horrified and naked Emily at the door. She’s frozen to the spot, eyes darting around the room. Fuck.

  “I told you to wait in the bedroom,” I growl, gripping her wrist and tugging her to me. She’s shaking, her fear cutting through me. I wrap my arms around her, her body rigid in my embrace. “It’s okay, darlin’. They can’t get out. Trust me.”

  “You said you had one, not an army!”

  “Emily.” I lift my head, not pulling my body away from hers. She looks up from where her face was buried in my chest. “Do you trust me?”

  “Of course.”

  I turn her around, keeping her pressed against me. She shivers when she comes face-to-face with Benny.

  “This is Benny. He’s a boa constrictor and he’s seven feet long.” She gulps. Leaning forward, I place my lips at her ear. “Relax, Emily. I would never let anything or anyone hurt you. I take care of what’s mine.”

  “And… I’m yours?” Her voice trembles.

  “That sounded strangely like a question. Want to try again?”

  “I’m yours.”

  She lets out a long, shaky breath, her body beginning to relax. I slide my palms to her stomach, gently rubbing my bearded cheek against her smooth one.

  “That’s right. And because you are mine, you don’t flirt with other men.”

  “I wasn’t—”

  “You don’t entertain flirtatious conversations with other men.”

  “I’m sorry.” She whimpers, pushing her ass back against me.

  I cup her breasts, pinching the taut nipples. “Spread your legs.” She complies immediately. Fuck, I love that about her. She knows when it comes to this, I’m her king. I continue to tweak her nipples as I ask, “Are you a naughty girl, Emily?”

  “No, I’m a good girl,” she blurts out. “I’m your good girl.”
r />   “Whose tits are these?” I grip them tightly, pushing them together.

  She hisses, grinding her sexy ass on my rock-hard dick. “Yours.”

  Keeping the pressure on one breast, I reach down to her pussy, palm to mound, fingers to lips, and give it a good squeeze. Her hips rock, begging for more. I stroke her clit, hand sliding up from her breast to grip her neck. “Whose pussy?”

  “Yours. Yours!”

  Her head falls back on my chest, moaning in desperation.

  “You remember that next time Carter tells you a joke.”

  I release her, nudging her toward the door. She waits as I lock it, tucking the key in my pocket. Facing her, I keep my expression stern.

  “Get dressed and grade your papers. I’ll be in my office.”

  She nods, slowly backing away. I move toward my office, adjusting my dick to ease the discomfort. This is supposed to be her punishment, right? Yet I’m the one with the blue balls. Fuck. Before I can sit around my desk, my phone buzzes in my pocket. It’s a text from Tek.

  Tek: Come to the clubhouse. Important.

  Venom: On my way.

  Shit. What the fuck is going on now?

  Emily is at the dining room table with her papers, and I stop briefly to apprise her of the situation.

  “Will you be gone long?” she asks, shifting on the chair.

  With a smirk, I grab my still-hard dick. I’m not the only one suffering. “You hurting, Emily?”

  “You know I am.”

  “Maybe Carter can help you out.”

  “I don’t want Carter.”

  “I know, darlin’.” I take her chin between my fingers, leaning down to give her a soft kiss. “Be back as soon as I can. Don’t even think about touching your pussy while I’m gone.”

  “Okay.”

  I hop on my bike, pointing it toward the clubhouse. Tek’s cryptic message has me intrigued. A part of me hopes there’s no drama going on, while the other, greater part is hoping I might get to kill an asshole. Maybe a couple.

  I walk into the clubhouse and am greeted by Trixie giving Razor a hummer in the corner. Chuckling, I set out to find Tek. Not too long ago, that would have been me. Now all I can think about is getting back home to Emily.

  My phone vibrates again, and when I check the message from a strange number, I stop in my tracks. I can see right away that it was taken at my gym, but it’s the subject of the image that has my throat locked up.

  Emily.

  In the shower.

  Naked.

  CHAPTER 16

  ***Emily***

  Stupid.

  I’m not totally dense. I knew Carter was hitting on me. I also knew Venom was watching. My little stunt even had the desired effect. However, I expected him to take me home, maybe spank me, then fuck me unconscious, not work me up and leave me high and dry.

  Well, high and wet.

  Fuck, I’m so wet.

  Even now, I’m terribly uncomfortable, wishing he would come home and reconsider this punishment. I briefly contemplate going to the bedroom and utilizing the vibrator he gave me as a joke at Christmas—a replica of his magic dick—but I know he’d know, so I strike the thought from my brain. God knows what punishment he would serve up then. As long as it doesn’t involve Benny, I’m good.

  I tentatively make my way back to the snake room, checking the door. It’s locked, and I don’t see anywhere they could get out through. In fact, I now notice this door is different from all the others in the house. It looks stronger. A shiver runs down my spine at the thought of what’s behind it. What the hell is he doing with all those snakes? How have I been here all this time and not known about this room? I guess that’s what happens when you think with your vagina, Emily.

  I head back to the table, sifting through the papers as disbelief at what my life is like takes hold. A few months ago, I was in a loveless marriage, lonely, depressed, and exhausted from working eighty-plus hours a week. Now my divorce is almost final, and I have a job I love while also getting paid for my passion—baking. My real Christmas gift from Venom, a twenty-four-piece baking set, helps me out a lot. There may not be any hearts and flowers between me and him, but he’s made me happier in a few weeks than I’ve been in years. I have friends, a social life, not to mention I’m kicking ass with my fitness goals. I’m a changed woman.

  I’m high on life, for the first time in my life.

  I guess sometimes all you need is a bad boy to be good to you.

  Halfway through grading, the message tone sounds from my phone. Thinking it’s Venom, I reach for it, almost dropping it in my excitement. It’s not him. I don’t know who it is, but I’m staring at my face, eyes closed, head tilted back as I wash my hair in the gym’s shower. Naked. The phone slips from my hand, clattering to the ground. I raise my trembling fingers to my lips, baffled as to what the hell is going on. Who took that picture? Why? Oh, God… who else has seen it? Panic takes over and I begin to pace, having a freak out of epic proportions.

  Raven’s voice cuts through the fog in my brain, pushing me to action. Trust your man. Whatever happens, let him handle the situation. Always. I pick up the discarded phone, dialing Venom’s number.

  “Em.”

  “Venom… my phone… a picture,” I ramble, unable to form a coherent sentence.

  “Emily, listen to me. The prospect is on his way to pick you up. Pack a bag.”

  “Okay.”

  “I’ll see you in a bit, darlin’.”

  I hurry to the bedroom, tossing clothes and toiletries in a bag. It doesn’t occur to me that I have no idea where I’m going. All that matters is that this is what Venom wants me to do. He’ll take care of me. I know he will.

  A knock at the door startles me, making me jump a mile. I heave the bag on my shoulder, checking the peephole before opening the door. Tyler is cautious as he accompanies me to a Charger, taking my bag and helping me in.

  My thumbnail is chewed down by the time we arrive at the clubhouse. I seek Venom out in the crowd, running into his arms. The moment they wrap around my body, my nerves begin to fade.

  “You’re okay, Emily. I’m here.”

  So is everyone else.

  A tentative survey of the room reveals all the men and old ladies, even the Hounds. Everyone seems worried. What’s going on with them?

  “Venom, what—?”

  “Don’t worry, I’ll get to the bottom of it.”

  My brows knit as I stare up at him. I haven’t shown him the picture, didn’t even string enough words together to tell him what happened. How does he know there’s something to get to the bottom of? That’s when I realize he didn’t ask any questions. When I called, he didn’t sound surprised, not even a little curious. He knew I needed to get out of there. He knew….

  “You knew.”

  “I got the picture, too.”

  He takes my hand, weaving through the crowd and to his room. I perch on the edge of the bed, but I’m back on my feet and pacing after a few seconds.

  “What’s going on, Liam?”

  “I don’t know, but we’re on it.”

  “What does that mean?” I halt my pacing, turning to face him.

  “Tek’s looking into it.”

  “Tek?” The word is a shriek, my panic returning. “You mean he’s seen it? Who else have you shown it to?”

  “I didn’t show it to him. He found it—” He expels a breath, shaking his head. “—online.”

  “What?” I exclaim.

  Jesus. I rub my forehead, a persistent throbbing developing in my head. Online. There’s a nude of me on the fucking internet. What the fuck is going on? I wrap my arms around my body, skin crawling at the utter violation. Why would someone do this to me?

  There’s a knock at the door, followed by a deep voice. “Venom, church.”

  “Darlin’, why don’t you lie down? I have to go talk to the guys, but I promise I’ll tell you everything I know when I get back.”

  “What do you know?”


  “Not much, but Tek’s taken care of the Internet. He’s removed all the images he found.”

  “He has?”

  “Yes. Now we just need to find out who did this. I gotta go, Em. Please….”

  “Okay. Hurry back.”

  He disappears after a curt nod. Unable to stay locked up, I walk back to the bar, finding Raven and Ellen.

  “Hi, ladies.”

  “Hey, Emily. Come, sit.” Ellen waves me forward, making room on the couch between them.

  “Crowded tonight,” I comment, hoping to mask my anxiety.

  “Something’s up,” Raven says. “Gage has brought everyone in. Don’t worry, you’re safe here. This place is a fortress. Everything is bulletproof.”

  “Bulletproof?”

  “Yeah. We had some trouble last year and my brother did some upgrades on security. We don’t know what’s going on, but after church the guys will probably clue us in a bit,” Ellen says.

  Jesus. These women seem so comfortable talking about “trouble” and bulletproof clubhouses. Is this what my life will be like being with Venom? Will I have to constantly watch my back? I’m not even his girlfriend. If I was, how much danger would I be in? Would “unfriendlies” be a part of our daily life? Did someone target me because of my relationship with Venom? I break down, choking back a sob.

  “Emily, what’s wrong?” Ellen asks.

  “It’s me. We’re here because of me.”

  “Why would you say that?” Raven squeezes my hand.

  “Someone took a picture of me in the gym’s shower.”

  “Fuck,” both women swear simultaneously.

  “They sent it to my phone, but apparently copies were all over the Internet before Tek took them down.”

  “Emily, listen.” I turn to Raven, wiping at my tears. “Ellen and I know better than anyone what these men are capable of. If it’s an Internet thing, Tek’s got you covered. No doubt. The rest of the guys won’t rest until they find the culprit.”

  “And then what?”

  Raven glances behind me nervously, no doubt making eye contact with Ellen.

  “Then… they’ll take care of it.”

  My heart skips a beat, panic escalating. “You mean…?”