Renascence: Death Dealers MC Book 5

by Alana Sapphire

  “I came to apologize. I’ve been a dick—”

  “You were a motherfucking asshole.”

  “I was a motherfucking asshole, and I’m sorry. I don’t expect you to forgive me now, but maybe one day.”

  “Is that all?” I ask, trying to keep hope out of my voice.

  “I also want to do something for you, darlin’.”

  “And what’s that?”

  “I made you a promise, and I didn’t keep it.”

  “Which one?” I ask, raising a brow. “The one where you said you’d never hurt me?”

  “The one where I said I’d make all your fantasies a reality. Tell me again what you want, Emily.”

  I take a step forward, chest heaving as I stare up into his gorgeous gray eyes. “How do I know you won’t reject me again?”

  “Tell me what you want, Em.”

  “I want you. I want us. I want to be with you, and not for some silly arrangement. I want everything, Liam.”

  “Then you’ll have it… me. I’m yours, Emily.”

  “Liam!” I throw my arms around his neck, squeezing when he picks me up. “Are you sure this is what you want?”

  “I want you, Em. Nothing else.”

  He sets me down but I keep my hands in place, stroking the back of his neck. My heart constricts at the look in his eyes that supports his words, the one I’ve been searching for my entire life. He wants me and only me. “Take me home, Liam.”

  Without hesitation, he grabs my hand and leads me to his bike. I climb on, knowing this is only one of many more times to come. Pressing my body to his back, I close my eyes, smiling all the way to his house. He helps me off but stops me before I can head inside.

  “Only one way you enter that house, Em.”

  “How?” I ask, eying him with skepticism.

  He reaches into his saddlebag, removing a cut and holding it up for me to see the back.

  “Wearing this.”

  I bounce in place, turning around so he can help me into it. Property of Venom. I never thought those words could make me as happy as I am. I guess this means I’m officially his, but I’ve belonged to him since the day we met.

  I face him once more, meeting his eyes. “I’m yours?”

  “There’s that question again.”

  “I’m yours,” I say on an exhaled breath.

  “Mine, Emily. I didn’t realize it, but you’ve been mine since you bitched at me the day we met. You were mine when you let me taste your sweet pussy, and you were damn sure mine when you let me put my dick in you.”

  I roll my eyes, but he wouldn’t be my Liam if he didn’t talk like that.

  “Em….” He pulls me close, arms sliding around my waist. “I want everything with you, too. You’re my forever.”

  “Oh, Liam.” I lean in, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. “I’ll wear it everywhere.”

  “I’d carry you inside, but….” He points to his leg.

  “Come on.” I take his hand, leading him directly to the bedroom. He sits on the edge of the bed, gaze sliding up and down my body. “What do you want me to do?” I ask, breathless.

  “Whatever you want, darlin’.”

  “But….” My brows knit, confusion taking over.

  “No agreement now, Em. You’re my woman, I’m your man. You ask for what you want.”

  “You… in control.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Yes,” I answer immediately.

  “Are you certain you want to put your trust in me?”

  The look on his face tells me this is about more than sex, and I know why. He thinks I didn’t trust him enough to handle the situation without the police. “I trust you with my life, Liam.”

  He rises, trailing a finger down my cheek. “My beautiful Emily. You don’t know how much I’ve missed you.”

  “Show me.”

  He presses his lips to mine, careful and gentle. I know he’s being mindful of my injuries but I need all of him. I open up to him, tugging the tie from his hair to free it. With my fingers roving his scalp, the intensity of his kiss increases. His tongue dominates my mouth, my lips throbbing from his kiss.

  This is him owning me. Finally.

  This is me being possessed and loving every second of it.

  I belong to him.

  I moan, pressing my body to his. Breaking away, he takes my hand and I follow him to the bathroom, watching as he fills the tub and adds soap. Slowly, he removes my clothes until I’m standing before him naked. His fingers ghost over my bruises, the light touches sending shivers down my spine.

  “Are you in pain?”

  “No.” I shake my head, not wanting him to hold back.

  He cradles my face, lips gently brushing the bruises there. “So sorry, darlin’. This is all my fault.”

  “Liam, please stop blaming yourself.”

  He grips my head so I have nowhere to look but at him. “I promise, Em, I won’t let anything happen to you again. I’ll protect you with everything in me… with my life. I’d die before I allow you to get hurt again.”

  “I know, Liam. I know.” I fist my hands in his shirt, desperate for him to believe me.

  Closing his eyes, he presses his lips to my forehead, then helps me into the tub. Shedding his own clothes, he joins me, hanging his injured foot over the side.

  “Come here, darlin’.”

  I move to him, eyes closing as he begins to wash my body. He massages my shoulders, soapy hands gliding down to my breasts. I straddle his thigh, sliding back and forth.

  “Naughty girl.” His voice is thick with arousal. “You missed my dick?”

  “Yes. I need you inside me, Liam.”

  He reaches down, fingers stroking my clit before one slips inside me. I ride it, eyes locked with his. His free hand grabs my ass, spreading my cheeks. The finger inside me is withdrawn, another slowly moving back until it’s circling my anus.

  “Oh!” I tense, grabbing his shoulders.

  “Relax, Em.”

  I nod, closing my eyes as it slips in. It’s a weird feeling, not unpleasant, but also not like when he fingers me. He slides the tip gently in and out, groaning when I move with him.

  “Bedroom, Emily. Now.”

  My eyes snap open, going wide at what I see brewing in his. I don’t think I’ll be able to move tomorrow, let alone walk. I hop out, grabbing a towel and drying off on my way to the bedroom. He joins me a few minutes later, going straight for the metal bars coming out of the foot of the bed.

  “Sit.” He points to a spot on the bed. I hurry over, taking my place. “Lie back.”

  He grabs my ankles, restraining them on the bars and leaving me open to him. Next he moves to the headboard, removing a cuff from under the mattress. With my right hand secured, he walks to the other side to work on my left. Jesus. My heart hammers in my ears, goose bumps taking over my body. Back at the foot of the bed, he pulls me toward him, leaving no slack in my wrist restraints.

  “Emily, what do you do if you don’t like something?”

  “Ask you to stop.”

  “Good.” He leans over me with a devious smirk, palms pressed into the mattress. “Let’s begin.”

  I squirm when he sucks a nipple into his mouth, biting into it, then rubbing his beard against it before sucking again. My other nipple gets the same treatment while he circles my clit with the head of his dick.

  “Liam….”

  He kisses down my stomach, muttering against my skin, “Gonna eat your pussy now, Em. I swear you got that death-row, last-meal kinda pussy.”

  My muscles clench, a sharp cry coming from me when he sucks on my clit. His fingertips slide along my inner thighs, then under my ass, lifting it off the bed. His tongue swirls over and between my lips, flicking on my clit. My thighs quiver, toes curling, chains rattling as I try to move my legs. I pull at the cuffs on my wrists, wanting to grab his hair. With everything I’ve experienced with Liam, nothing we’ve done prepared me for the sensation of his tongue on my back door.


  “Liam!”

  He doesn’t stop, tongue skimming, pressing. A thumb strokes my clit, trying to distract me. I feel like I shouldn’t want this, but God, I don’t want him to stop. I groan in disappointment when he disappears. The metal box bounces on the bed next to me. He removes a few items, and then he’s between my thighs once more. Cool liquid tickles my anus, a finger dipping inside, slowly moving in and out. I moan, clenching around it.

  “Look at me, Em.” I force my eyes open, raising my head. “I’m going to put this inside you, so I need you to relax and breathe.”

  He shows me the small toy, and I know it’s not for my pussy. I nod, head dropping back to the bed as I take a deep breath. Slowly, gently, and with immense patience, he begins inserting it. Initially, it hurts. Like a lot. However, he doesn’t go too deep.

  “Okay?” he asks.

  “Yes.” I adjust my position, following his earlier instructions. More lube trickles over my lips, sliding down to where he needs it. He removes the plug, giving me a reprieve. My feet are released and I’m flipped to my stomach, positioned on my knees. My fingers curl around the straps on my cuffs, muscles clenching when Liam enters me. I whimper, hips rocking.

  “Fuck, Em….”

  “Fuck me, Liam. Please….”

  More lube.

  The plug is gently inserted again, a smack to my ass surprising me. I yelp, pressing back against him. With each push of the butt plug, Liam’s palm comes down on my cheek. I moan, missing the pinch of the clamps on my nipples. With the plug fully inserted, he leans forward to tug on my nipples.

  “Fuck, yes!” I growl, in awe at how he can read my body.

  His hands move to my shoulders, using them as leverage to bury his dick deep inside me. I stop breathing, words stuck in my throat.

  “Love fucking my pussy,” he says, fingers trailing down my spine. “My old lady has the best pussy in the world.”

  He grabs my hips, slamming into me.

  “Jesus, Liam!”

  My thighs tremble, threatening to give out from the pleasure. I can feel the plug rubbing against his dick, no doubt providing added stimulation for him also. I bite into the sheets, a scream coming out muffled. Just when I think he can’t make this more intense, he reaches around to my clit, four fingers rubbing and stroking. My muscles begin to contract, one eye squinting at the unicorn orgasm I know is coming.

  But then he’s gone.

  “Fucking hell, Liam! Why the fuck did you stop?” He chuckles, freeing my wrists. “I was this close to coming!” I bring my thumb and index finger together to demonstrate.

  “I know.”

  “Asshole.”

  Something else is removed from the box and then he drags me to the edge of the bed, lining up my mouth with his dick. It now occurs to me that I just gave him a whole lot of sass. What if he decides to punish me? Memories of my last punishment send butterflies flitting in my stomach and I decide that’s not such a bad idea. He doesn’t seem to have that on his mind, though, and I almost squeal in delight when he attaches the nipple clamps. He slaps both breasts, grinning.

  “You love these.”

  “Yes,” I answer, even though it wasn’t a question.

  “Spread your legs, Em.” The moment I do, he smacks my clit. I groan, hips rising off the bed. “Think you’d ever be interested in me using more than my hand?”

  “You mean… like a whip?”

  “Yes.”

  That scares me a bit; then again, so did spanking. Now look at me. I know Liam wouldn’t hurt me physically, and like he said, anything I don’t like, he won’t do.

  “Maybe.”

  He smirks, his beautiful face taking the focus away from his hands. When he begins to work a dildo inside me, I clench around it. It starts to vibrate, ripping a moan from me. I realize it’s a rabbit when something flicks against my clit.

  “Fuck, Liam.” I shudder, thighs pressing together before he forces them apart again.

  “Open up, darlin’.” I part my lips, but he pulls back, concern creasing his brows. “Are you sure you’re not in pain?”

  “Positive.”

  I take his dick in my mouth, squeezing the base in a fist as I suck him off. He works the vibrator, tugging on the nipple clamps. With all my holes filled, my body is one big conductor of sensation. I moan around his dick, giving in to him because I can’t concentrate on anything but what I’m feeling. I grab his thigh when he goes deep, hitting the back of my throat. He holds the position, hand to the back of my head, keeping me in place. Before I can even begin to gag, he pulls out, letting me catch my breath. The vibration in my pussy intensifies.

  “Liam!” I cry out, burying my face in his thigh. He tugs on the clamps, pulling until I raise my head. “Fuck!” There’s a battle between pain and pleasure going on in my body, and Christ help me but I don’t know which one I want to win. They meld so beautifully, creating a love child that someone should definitely name. Plein? Pasure? Fuck, I think he’s fucking me senseless. Added to that fact, he seems so much more personal now. Gone are the formal “Emilys,” replaced by “Ems” and “darlin’s.” It’s the perfect mix of dominant and loving, hard and soft.

  When I’m on the cusp of orgasm again, he pulls out the vibrator.

  “Swear to fucking Christ, you do that again, I’m going to castrate you!” I growl.

  This time he laughs, grabbing another item from the box. The wand-like toy is pressed to my clit, my legs thrown on his shoulders as he slides inside me.

  “Need to be inside you when you come, darlin’.”

  Oh. Then it hits me. Maybe I should… ask? The thing on my clit starts vibrating, shutting down my cognitive functions. He crosses my ankles on one shoulder, leaning forward so the vibrator is held in place between my thighs and stomach. When he moves, my eyes roll back in my head.

  “Fuck, Em….”

  “Fuck me, Liam!” I cry out, searching for the words to make him lose control. The first night we made love comes back to me. “You like your pussy, Liam?”

  “Fucking love it,” he grunts.

  “Then fuck me, Liam. Fuck your pussy until I come all over your dick.”

  That does it. He goes crazy, pumping into me, hitting that spot inside me only he’s been able to find. There’s no way he’ll stop now.

  “Please, Liam. Please, may I come?”

  “Fuck!”

  He spreads my legs wide, arms wrapping around my thighs as he moves faster. The vibrator rolls away but I pick it up, pressing it to my clit.

  “Please, please!” I beg, my orgasm just beyond reach. “Please let me come!”

  “Come!” he growls.

  My world ends. Volcanoes erupt, earthquakes open up the ground below. The sky goes black, sun and moon imploding, stars falling into the gaping nothing below. That’s what my orgasm feels like. Total annihilation. I scream so loudly, I’ve probably woken the dead and there may be a few zombies walking around tomorrow. Liam’s name is a litany on my lips.

  Dear God, I love this man!

  He slowly removes the plug from my ass, turning the vibrator off and setting it aside. I don’t even know if he came, and I certainly wouldn’t be able to help him right now if he didn’t. When he pulls out of me, the liquid running down tells me he did. Thank fuck.

  “A couple more times with this”—he waves the butt plug at me—“and then it’s my dick in your ass, baby.”

  I scoff, trying to find the energy to laugh. “So romantic.”

  “That’s why you love me.”

  I don’t argue because he’s right; his sense of humor is one of the sexiest things about him. I vaguely acknowledge him removing the clamps and cleaning me up, settling me under the covers. Through heavy lids, I watch him take care of the toys and put away the bars on the bed before joining me.

  “Wake up, sleepyhead.”

  “Hmm?” I bury my face in his chest, inhaling his heavenly post-coital scent.

  “Still wanna be my old lady?”
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  “Fuck yes.” He chuckles at my admission. “Are you kidding me?”

  “Just thought I’d check.”

  “Still wanna be my old man?”

  “You’re the only thing in this world worth wanting, Emily.”

  “Oh, Liam.” I somehow find the strength to sit astride him, cradling his face. “I love you.”

  “I love you, too, darlin’.”

  As much as I enjoyed our fuck-athon, those five words fill me with more joy than I’ve ever felt in my life.

  “You do?”

  “Baby, I’d give up my snakes for you.” He smiles, resting his hands on my waist.

  “That much, huh?”

  “That much. Trust and believe.”

  I gently press my lips to his, happy tears sliding down my cheeks. I came to Stony View with my eyes closed, depressed and dead inside. All it took was one man with his dirty words and fantasy list to awaken me and show me what I’ve been missing all these years. His interest and attention invigorated my mind and body.

  Like the phoenix from the ashes, I’ve risen.

  Revived.

  Renewed.

  And utterly, totally in love.

  EPILOGUE

  Two months later

  I watch Emily play with Ellen’s kid, Mikey, imagining her with a kid of our own. I’ve never had the urge to procreate, but Emily’s changed a lot about me. Why not this, too?

  Einstein and Ellen walk into the clubhouse and the boy runs to them, prompting Em to join me on the couch.

  “What do you say?” I nod to the kid. “Think you might want one?”

  “I don’t know. Maybe. Do you?”

  “It would be cool to have a little Emily running around.”

  “Or a little Venom.” She gives me a wistful smile, her green eyes twinkling.

  “So that’s a yes?”

  “It’s a maybe.”

  “Good enough. We can convert the snake room into a nursery.” The room now stands empty, all the snakes donated to the zoo once Emily moved in. The only one I have left is Doom, and his terrarium is now in the living room. Strange thing is I don’t even miss them. “Or we can begin adding a second floor.”

  “I said maybe.”

  “Yeah. The kid will already have built-in playmates with the prez and VP’s kids.”