Ravens Ruin MC: The Complete Series

by Marie James

  The confession, him needing me, from earlier, I imagine would get most girls all gooey. What’s not to swoon over? TJ is gorgeous on his worst day. He’s a big tough guy all but citing fucking poetry right now. It does nothing for me.

  Without a word, TJ stands, bending to push a chaste kiss to my lips before he walks away. The damn near platonic kiss is worse than it has been since I killed my father, and it makes me realize that he’s already saying goodbye. For a man who has made all sorts of confessions, he sure is quick to lock the gate on all those emotions. He knows I’m leaving tomorrow. I figured the information would draw out at least one last rough fuck, a final session of dominance in front of his friends, but all it has done is make him withdraw from me.

  I frown at his back when he walks across the room, smiling at some chick I don’t know. I don’t know what I expected out of him but pulling the girl against his side and disappearing with her down the hallway toward his room while she peers up at him like she’s just won the fucking lottery, is not it.

  “Tough break.”

  I look over to see that Legs has taken TJ’s vacated spot beside me on the couch. I don’t bother with a rebuttal. This chick hates me for the very same reason I hate the girl TJ just took off with.

  “If you stick around long enough, you’ll understand that none of these men are faithful.”

  “Speak for yourself,” Briar, TJ’s sister’s boyfriend, says from the other sofa. Molly beams at his declaration and snuggles deeper into his side. They are fucking adorable, and a doting man is exactly what Molly needs. I have no interest in it, but a man that would just get up and walk away from me to fuck another girl isn’t on my list of things that are okay either.

  Anticipating that Legs is going to sit there and continue to taunt me, I grab two shots off the table in front of me and down them before standing and walking away.

  “You need to leave her alone,” I hear Molly chastise, but the energy is wasted on me. I won’t be around long enough for it to even matter.

  My phone is in my hand, typing on the Uber App before I make it to the front door. Waiting by the front gate for my ride away from this place seems like a much better idea than sitting beside TJ’s last fuck buddy and listening to her regale me with stories of all the ways he’s fucked her and hundreds of other women.

  I’m attacked from behind before I can even understand what’s happening. Two strong hands hold me while another set ties something around my eyes. I don’t think to scream. For a long moment, I think someone is playing a joke on me. TJ said I was safe here. He assured me more than once nothing would happen to me at the Ravens Ruin clubhouse. I belong to him, and that the men here respected that.

  As if reading my mind, the man behind me speaks. “TJ doesn’t want you anymore. That means you’re fair game.”

  My heart rate spikes as my mouth opens on a scream. I don’t know if it’s hearing that I’ve been cast aside by TJ, or the fact that these guys are going to hurt me, but agony washes over me.

  A meaty hand covers my mouth, and my first instinct is to bite down. The man behind me howls in pain, losing his grip on me enough that I’m able to struggle away from them.

  “She fucking bit me!” he roars.

  “Get her to the garage,” another man says from my left.

  I’ve been in that garage before, and the memory makes my blood run cold. At the same time, isn’t this exactly what I’ve been looking for? Wasn’t I desperate to get away from TJ only moments ago, so I could put myself in this exact situation at one of the frat houses that never seem to let me down?

  I spend too long analyzing and not enough time running because I’m scooped up, one person grabbing my upper body and the other wrapping strong arms around my legs. I’m swept up off the ground and carried. It seems like an eternity and mere seconds at the same time, until my feet are released. I fight them as two hands reach for my arms and pin them behind my back. A second later, they’re tied so tight tingles run down my palms.

  “I don’t know why you’re fighting.” Whiskey scented breath fills my nostrils. “We saw how TJ fucked you in front of everyone. Seems like you were made for this.”

  “Admit it, Envy. You were made to take cock.”

  “I can’t wait to see what all the fucking fuss is about.”

  Brash, cruel voices surround me, and I have no clue how I’m going to walk away from this unscathed. Things are different now. I’m not drugged. I didn’t hand pick these people. I didn’t have a hand in setting this up. It may be what I was longing for, but this is a far cry from the situations I’ve willingly put myself in before.

  “First, she’s going to suck my cock.”

  The only sound I hear over my harsh breaths is the release of a zipper before a rough hand grips my hair and forces me clumsily to my knees. I can’t focus on the pain radiating up my legs from the impact with the knowledge of what is going to happen to me.

  The whiskey breath is back, breathing down my neck. “You bite me, and I’ll slit your fucking throat.”

  My heart stops. Those were the exact words TJ told me back in my apartment; only that voice doesn’t belong to the man who brought me back from my darkness. Unbidden, my body responds much the same way it did then, and when his cock is pressed to my lips, I open up willingly.

  A hoarse grunt echoes around the room when he shoves in as far as he can go, staying there until I begin to choke around him. He only backs away a few inches before he pushes me to my limit once again.

  A pair of rough hands rip open my shirt before fondling my breasts with punishing grips as another person yanks my sweats down my hips. A surprisingly tentative finger sweeps at my seam, and my tears of shame soak into the fabric covering my eyes.

  “You fucking slut,” a man hisses in my ears. “You’re fucking soaked.”

  My body was trained to respond to brutality. Getting wet for the men hurting me after I’d been abducted was self-preservation. Getting fucked dry just makes the assault worse. I’m reasoning with myself, trying to explain away the real reason I’m terrified and turned on right now. A psychologist would have a field day in my head right now. I don’t even understand it myself.

  The man attached to the dick in my mouth grunts again before pulling his cock free. Like a whore, I lean forward a couple of inches, tongue out looking for his dick.

  A chuckle echoes around the room. Apparently, I’m entertaining him, or maybe he just knows me better than I know myself.

  “Stand her up. I want her cunt.”

  As if he’s the leader, I feel several sets of hands picking me up, doing his bidding. It’s then that I realize I’m just feeding into my own victimization, so my will to fight is renewed.

  “Get your fucking hands off me!” I roar, but I’m met with more strength than I can fight against. Fabric of some sort is stuffed in my mouth to staunch my wails as a handful of men carry me to a flat surface and spread me out on the top. I’m star-fished, my ass nearly hanging off the edge, and I freeze when I feel the heat of a man between my legs.

  My muscles ache with the strain of trying to get free, but I freeze when a warm mouth covers my pussy.

  My hiss is blocked by my gag, and I’m actually happy that my eyes are blocked so my captors can’t tell how spectacular that mouth feels.

  Who in the hell takes a woman against her will but tries to pleasure her first? I moan into the rag again as the hot tongue spears me open, but it’s gone way too soon. My leg muscles flex in disappointment because I want him back.

  “I bet she tastes fucking amazing,” a man holding one of my arms says.

  If my mouth weren’t full, I’d offer myself to him.

  Next thing I know, a thick cock is breeching me, taking something I didn’t offer, no matter how ready my body is for the invasion.

  How can I be terrified and blissed out at the same time?

  Without warning, the blindfold is yanked away, and although with the blinding overhead light I can’t immediately focus my eye
s, I can feel my limbs being released one by one and see shapes of men as they walk away. When my vision renews, I find TJ standing between my trembling legs with his cock buried to the hilt inside of me.

  “I’m everything you need,” he growls before pulling back and slamming forward again.

  Without warning, I come. My pussy spasms around him, rhythmically clenching and releasing his cock.

  “That’s my girl,” he praises, never slowing the ravaging tempo of his snapping hips.

  “TJ,” I moan. “This-you-God-what?”

  “Shh, baby. We’ll talk later.”

  I don’t think about my fucked-up needs, or how demented I must be to have gotten wet while being attacked. The only thing that exists in this world right now is the man who somehow knows and is able to give me exactly what I need when I can’t even voice those things myself.

  I come twice more before his shiny blade comes out to join the party, and as soon as the light glints off the metal, I know I’m in for one hell of a night.

  Chapter 42

  TJ

  The early light of dawn is shining around the blinds on the window before we finally fall into bed.

  “You seem relaxed now,” I tell Kaci as I sweep the damp hair away from her face.

  “You don’t,” she whispers as her eyes search mine.

  “You said you were leaving today.” I don’t really want to have this fucking conversation but avoiding shit doesn’t make things better.

  A weak smile tugs at her lips. We’re laying in my bed facing one another, but our bodies aren’t touching. If I know her like I’m certain I do, she’s still in that place where she needs to calm down before being touched again. We spent hours in the garage taking our frustrations out on each other before coming in and showering off the blood and cum before bandaging each other up. The last time I entered her pussy it was so swollen from coming for hours that I could barely push myself past the inflamed tissue. She came even harder that time than she did the entire night. This girl is fucking perfect for me, and I pray that she feels the same way about me.

  “In the basement, you promised to give me exactly what I need.” She blinks slowly, exhausted from the night’s activities. “You proved it tonight. I should’ve believed you all along.”

  “It was a gamble,” I admit. “I didn’t know if it was going to be what you needed or what would make you finally leave me for good. You’ve been so sad lately. I didn’t want to feed that because I don’t think your dad is fucking worth it. I felt helpless.”

  “It’s been a rough couple of days.”

  I reach for her again, my hand landing on the soft curve of her jaw. “We’re meant for each other.”

  She doesn’t cringe with my confession, so I continue.

  “I wasn’t complete until the day I found you in that room. We couldn’t be us if my childhood wasn’t fucked up and you didn’t suffer like you did.” I swallow a lump in my throat. This emotion is either perfect after what happened tonight, or completely misplaced, but my mouth just won’t quit. “Everything that has happened has led us right to where we are. This is where we both belong.”

  “I wanted to kill that girl you walked off with.”

  I chuckle at the scowl on her face. Leave it to her to ruin my sentimental moment. “I knew what it would take to make you leave the clubhouse. I knew you wouldn’t stay and fight for me.” I press a finger to her lips before she can argue. “I also know you don’t think you deserve to be happy. You’ve been second best, an afterthought your whole life.”

  Her eyes squeeze shut, but a tear still manages to slip out and run toward her temple.

  “Look at me,” I urge. When her bright green eyes open, wet with sorrow, I fall in love with her all over again. “You are so fucking beautiful. You are everything to me. I fucking love you, Kaci.”

  She doesn’t cringe at the sound of her name this time. Her smile grows as she inches her face closer, and I meet her halfway. Our kiss doesn’t turn fevered, but the biting, nipping, and tongue sucking are one hundred percent us. Soft, slow, and sensual just aren’t what either of us needs right now. My exhausted dick kicks against my naked thigh, as I imagine it will do every time her mouth is on mine, but neither one of us make a move to do anything about it.

  “You’re not leaving the clubhouse.”

  A wicked smile spreads across her mouth. “What are you going to do if I try?”

  “You already know.”

  Her pink tongue snakes out and sweeps her lower lip. “Your hands weren’t the only ones on me last night.”

  The memory of my guys feeling her up, of Ronan dipping his fucking finger in her pussy is almost enough to force me out of bed to gut them. It was all planned of course, but seeing it happen made me frenzied for blood.

  “I’ll kill all of those guys later,” I assure her.

  “I don’t want you messing around with other girls.” She swallows, and it looks like the action causes her pain. “Don’t use other women to make me jealous or get back at me when you’re mad at me.”

  “You’re more than enough woman for me,” I assure her, “and a full-time job. I can’t handle anyone else.”

  She snuggles deeper, so I take it as my cue and wrap my arms around her.

  “I love you,” I whisper against the top of her head.

  She doesn’t say it back, but she clings to me harder, and I know that it’s her reassurance that one day she will say it. One day, she’ll trust me completely, and know that I won’t leave her, replace her, or walk away from her. It’s my job between now and then to prove myself to her, and I’m one lucky son of a bitch to be given the opportunity.

  Epilogue

  Kaci

  One Week Later

  “You’ll have to catch me first,” I squeal as TJ chases after me. He’s got that look in his eye, the confusing one where I don’t know what his intentions are. I make it down the hallway and around the corner before he catches up to me.

  “I warned you. Run from me, and I’ll—”

  We both stop in our tracks when we see the woman standing near the front door. TJ skids into my back, his arms somehow managing to wrap around my waist and pull me closer instead of bowling me over.

  “Everything is fine, baby,” he whispers against my temple as he unwraps his arms, his hand sliding down to meet mine.

  “Can we speak privately?” Detective Abigail Martin asks with a pinched look on her face.

  Several people are in the room, all silent, taking their cues from TJ since he’s the highest-ranking MC member present right now.

  “Why are you here?” I allow TJ to lead me to the sofa against the far wall. He sits, pulling me down beside him as if we’re having drinks with an invited guest and not a fucking cop. I don’t miss the fact that he’s positioned himself between me and the cop.

  “I’m afraid I’m here with bad news,” she begins, but she’s not looking at me. Her eyes are darting around the room as if she realizes she’s outnumbered and regretting stepping foot in here without backup. She’s got balls. I’ll give her that.

  “My dad messaged me last week about my mother passing. I was waiting for him to send me information about her services, but he must’ve forgotten. I’ve never been on the top of his priority list.” TJ squeezes my hand in solidarity. We discussed what I needed to say if someone showed up here but doing mock interviews and facing the actual task are two different things. My hands are trembling, so I squeeze his back as a means to try to calm my nerves.

  The detective frowns. “Your father was found deceased at his residence last week.”

  My face flinches with her news, but tears or a look of devastation aren’t something I can manage. “What happened?”

  “He took his own life.” She offers the news with as little emotion as I asked the question.

  “Same as my mom,” I mumble, and the tears that well and fall down my cheeks now are for her.

  I’ve realized over the last week, that my mother was weak
. She trapped a man into marriage and probably regretted every second of it after his true colors came to light. I pity her, hating that she died, but knowing that she had found her own peace, that she was the strongest those last seconds before she died.

  “We couldn’t find another next of kin,” the detective continues. “Your parents haven’t been buried yet. That’s why I’m here.”

  “There isn’t anyone else,” I inform her. “Their attorney or whoever is the executor of their estate should handle that. I’m certain my father left instructions. He was meticulous about business.”

  “We couldn’t find a will. From what the Newbury police are telling us, everything belongs to you. You live in my jurisdiction. I’m only here out of courtesy.”

  My head is shaking back and forth. “I don’t want it.”

  TJ wraps his arm around my back. “You don’t have to decide anything today.”

  “Mr. Jenkins is correct.”

  TJ’s eyes narrow as he turns his head to look at the detective, but I’m not surprised she knows exactly who he is. She’s smarter than I’m sure most give her credit for That’s why her being here for too long is dangerous to everyone around. She mentioned the MC once before at my apartment.

  “And just who do we have here?” A genuine grin tugs at my lips when I watch Ronan walk up in all his handsome glory, strutting toward the pretty woman standing in the middle of the living room. His hands reach out before we can warn him. Both hands clamp down on Detective Martin’s ass, and a look of bliss crosses his face.

  Two of the women on the other couch chuckle while several of the guys grunt in warning, but none of them are faster than the female cop. With lightning fast reflexes, she swoops back and flips Ronan on his back. The air leaves his lungs in a whoosh, but he doesn’t seem too concerned about the angle she’s holding his wrist at or the knee she’s got pinned against his chest.