Rive: Little Mermaid Retold (Shadow Immortals MC Book 1)

by Daniela Jackson

  I’m causing her pain; I always will. But she can handle that pain. She can handle me, take the darkness from me if only for a moment.

  Her fingers slide under the straps of her dress and bra and she lowers them, exposing her breasts, then takes my hands and places them on her chest. Her forehead rests against mine and her body shivers.

  I lean back in the chair, palming her breasts as she starts riding me, a saint with her hair like the ocean’s fury and a whore at the same time. Her hips move back and forth, slowly. On her face, pain mingles with pleasure as she gasps, moans softly and hums my name. Her body sways faster, movements more frantic, and she digs her fingers into my shoulders.

  I’m on the brink. The heat of my desire surges through my veins, dense and basic. Ravenous like my whole being is nothing more than just a pure intense sensation. I hook Sive under the arms with my hands as her body becomes taut and her orgasm tears through her. Her eyes flutter and her hot pussy contracts around my cock.

  I move her up and down, then grind her bottom against my groin and shoot my load into her. I’m in a different dimension for a moment. It’s like the Universe has exploded inside me. As my mind returns to reality, my arms close around Sive and I hold that tiny trembling body like I’m sheltering her from the whole world.

  “Bbe care-full.”

  “I will, Sive; I promise. I will always return to you.”

  And you will be with me forever. I don’t want more in my life, just to wake up beside you.

  Sive rises from my lap and helps me go to bed. We lie down on our sides, naked, facing each other.

  My thumb smoothes her lower lip. Our gazes meet and something is different between us. We are equal. And we are really together.

  Chapter 22

  Sive

  I wake up as a different person. The old Sive died. The new Sive was born. I’m filthy like Axel and I want that. I belong in this house, this town and this dangerous life. Because that is my choice. I am his woman. His equal.

  I’m like Amanda. She chose this life because she loved Boulder. And she loved the money.

  I love Axel. With the money, I’m unsure.

  Axel gets up and prepares breakfast for us then we go to my gallery. Except it’s a dark and gloomy tobacco shop. We order beige and white paint for the walls then go to a cafe to have lunch. Axel is still in pain but wolfs down his food like he’s been starving for weeks.

  I try to teach him sign language but it’s a challenge for me because he is more interested in my breasts than in my tuition.

  We go to buy a phone for me, then walk to his house and he starts groping me as we pass the garage. His hand plunges under my dress and moves to the junction between my thighs.

  “Nno.”

  “What?”

  I am on my period, a little earlier than I expected and it’s not as heavy as always. Just some spotting but I don’t want Axel to touch me there.

  His hand doesn’t stop so I guess that I didn’t sound very convincing. He touches my sanitary pad and gazes at me with a mischievous flicker in his eyes.

  “Is it a problem?” he asks and his lips cover mine.

  For God’s sake, it is. That man has no restrain.

  We tumble into the house and end up in the couch. I lie on my back and Axel is on top of me, half-naked. His fingers slide under my panties and touch my ass.

  “Nno.”

  “No? For how long?”

  I show him three fingers.

  “Three days? Sive, I’ll go mad.”

  He lowers his head and his mouth brushes my cleavage. His hands slide under my dress and he pulls it over my head, then unhooks my bra and tosses it onto the floor. And we kiss.

  Axel is very gentle and slow. He gives a lot of attention to my breasts and attempts to shove his hand under my panties, but I don’t allow him to touch me there.

  My lips mould to his and it’s like a dance, slow and sensual. Every brush of his fingertips makes my skin prickle. Every kiss of his lips makes me float in a sweet torture.

  “You are not on the pill, are you?” Axel asks.

  Eureka. What took you so long to discover that?

  I shake my head and he strokes my hair.

  “I like kids,” Axel says. “I don’t mind having kids.”

  It means that we’ll have a lot of them. Soon.

  “I don’t mind having kids with you, Sive. I would mind with any other woman but not with you. I mean... Jeez, the talking is so difficult. I didn’t with others... I was always very careful. It was only with you. Because you belong to me.”

  I hope that he means protected sex with others. Protected like using condoms. Besides, I am clean; no other man touched me before him, and that hypocrite isn’t scared of catching anything from me.

  His lips are on mine again. I sink my hands into his hair and massage his head, then move them down to his back and touch him with my fingertips, avoiding the dressings.

  “Are you happy?” Axel asks.

  I am deliriously happy.

  “I mean,” Axel continues, “maybe you are bored or something. You’ll have your gallery but maybe you want to go to school?” He plants his kisses on my neck. “Not now. In the future. Now I want you to be here all the time.”

  At least he asked me this time. We are making a progress.

  The front door creaks open and Zane sneaks inside.

  “Where is the lunch?” Zane asks as his eyes fix on my breasts and a wide smile spreads across his face.

  “In the town,” Axel says and grabs his t-shirt, pulling it on me.

  Zane drops into the chair at the table. “A sandwich will do.”

  I get up, rush to the kitchen and start preparing sandwiches.

  “I’m taking Sive to the cinema tomorrow,” Zane says. “You are keeping her here like she’s a prisoner.”

  “I’m busy tomorrow,” Axel says. “We can go another time.”

  “I didn’t intend to take you,” Zane says. “Just Sive. Dad will entertain you tomorrow and I will entertain Sive. Right?” He winks at me.

  I place the plate between his elbows and nod at him. I have never been to the cinema. The idea kind of intrigues me.

  “Just the cinema,” Axel says, clearly angry. “You take her there and bring her back once the movies has finished.”

  “Man,” Zane says, “she is a free human. I won’t steal her from you. I just want to entertain her.”

  Axel shoots him a hostile glance. “She’s still a kid and she should not wander in the town.”

  Zane chuckles and bites into his sandwich. “When are we going to see you in the garage?”

  “Finish your sandwich and let’s go to the garage,” Axel says then glances at me. “You okay? Anything you need?”

  “A few hours without you on her, maybe?” Zane smirks as I shake my head.

  I will draw. I have a few ideas of how to decorate the walls in my gallery. I would want more kissing though. More of tender touching. But I guess it’s never perfect in life.

  Axel approaches me and plants a soft kiss on my lips, then tilts his head at Zane and they walk off.

  Axel

  “What’s wrong?” I ask as we saunter towards the back door of the garage.

  “Two Cobras beat Gunner,” Zane says, “in return for our warning. He’s fine now but will be absent from work for a few days.”

  “I told Boulder it was a bad idea.”

  “It’s getting pretty shitty. Did you think about Sive? How is she going to fit into this shit?”

  “She will fit, no worries.”

  “I mean, I wish you all the best, but she can do better than this. I don’t know. Maybe you were right. Guys like us don’t touch chicks like her.”

  “It’s too late anyway.”

  “Just don’t let anything bad happen to her.”

  We enter the garage and the number of jobs to do makes my head throb. The boys are sinking under the workload, exhaustion and tension sharpening their faces.

 
I work until midnight, just the lighter stuff so my wounds will not open. I call Sive ten times and pop in the house to eat something.

  She is fast asleep when I’m back at last so I take a shower and slip under the comforter next to her, pulling her soft warm body to mine.

  The next morning, I leave her after the sunrise and go to the garage. Sive brings lunch for all of us and I steal a few kisses from her.

  In the afternoon, Boulder takes me to the office in the ‘Jilly Jet’.

  We are the only occupants of the room, sitting opposite each other.

  “So,” Boulder starts, “how is life?”

  He never asks about my wounds or whether the job was done without any complications. It’s always ‘how is life’.

  “Everything is fine.”

  “Good.”

  “Why am I here?”

  “Since Sive is going to stay with you for longer—“

  “Don’t tell me what to do,” I snap. “I know what to do.”

  “Listen to me, Axel.” He is the president now not my father. “There are rules about keeping a woman for longer. You know these rules. Marry her or get rid of her. She knows too much.”

  It means that either she is my wife and stands in the shit with me or she ends up six feet under. That’s why the boys and I have always stayed far from any kind of relationships. The girls living in the town suspect that we‘re outlaws, but they don’t have the slightest idea of what business we do.

  “She’s not from here,” Boulder continues. “Your other chicks were from here. They accept how the things work here.”

  “Sive knows how the things work here.”

  “It’s a smart girl, indeed. I want her here, for you. She’s a good match for you.”

  “I know that,” I say with anger.

  “I really love that little girl.” Boulder’s face softens. “But I have to think about the club too.”

  He means that women and the club don’t mix very well.

  “Your mother is right, Axel. Keep her, marry her, put a baby in her belly and be happy.”

  “I am happy.”

  Boulder nods several times and takes out a small velvet box from the pocket in his cut. “Your mother wants you to give it to Sive.”

  I lean towards him and grab the box. Ma’s engagement ring is inside. It belonged to Boulder’s grandmother, then to his mother, a family treasure passed on to next generations.

  “Sive will love it,” I say.

  “Have a drink with me,” Boulder says and rises to his feet.

  We saunter to the bar and my head is foggy. My life has become so unpredictable that I don’t know how to regain control over it. But I love every bit of it.

  I sip my beer and we talk about Gunner.

  “A few bruises on his face and a broken arm,” Boulder says. “He was lucky. Dash appeared unexpectedly and helped him.”

  “It’s bad,” I say. “I mean our situation. Really bad.”

  “Probably.”

  I finish my beer and hurry to the house but Sive is not there. She’s still with Zane. Fury bubbles in my chest like a snake venom.

  Chapter 23

  Axel

  I take a shower, sit in the couch and stare at the velvet box that Boulder gave me. Rules are rules, but it’s a very important decision to make. The marriage means that I wouldn’t be able to walk away if something went wrong.

  The front door opens and Sive walks in. Except she’s not Sive. Well, she is, but she looks different. She has a black dress on. Except it’s not a dress just a piece of fabric with the plunging neckline, barely covering her thighs and ass. Sive’s heels are clicking against the floor. She’s a true temptress.

  I put the box into the pocket of my jeans and rise to my feet. Zane walks behind Sive. He looks different too. He has a white shirt, jeans and elegant shoes on.

  “You didn’t take her to the club or something,” I say with anger.

  “No,” Zane says. “But the movie was very long.”

  “Why is she wearing such an indecent dress?” I’m talking nonsense and I can’t recognise myself.

  No—

  I’m taking care of Sive properly. She’s too young to wear such dresses.

  Sive gazes at me with wide eyes. “Zzane.”

  My heart melts. “Zane bought it for you, baby? You look beautiful. I will buy you five dresses like this one.”

  Sive steps out of her heels and walks towards the cupboards. She takes out three mugs and puts the kettle on, standing with her back towards us.

  I run the tip of my forefinger across my throat like I’m slitting it and glare at Zane.

  “It was nice, ya know, to take a chick and see all those envious glances,” Zane says. “Even women look at her with amazement.” He steps towards me, leans forward and mouths to me, “Keep her at home.” His palm makes an arc in front of his abdomen, and he adds with his lips making no sound, “Put a baby in her as soon as possible.”

  I nod and salute him.

  Even my brother agrees with me that Sive should be a housewife occupied with kids. So nobody will steal her from me.

  The decision has been made. I just need to inform Sive that we should get married as soon as possible.

  Sive places the mugs on the table and they disperse herbal aromas into the air. We gather around the table and Sive is sitting next to me. I can’t take my eyes off her. I will buy her more such indecent dresses and more pairs of heels but she will wear them only at home. Only for me.

  “Zane, aren’t you tired?” I ask.

  Sive shows him something in sign language and he nods so she approaches the fridge and takes out eggs, peppers and tomatoes.

  “You didn’t waste time,” I say.

  “The sign language is easy,” Zane says. “If you can focus properly, of course.”

  Sive starts cooking a meal for us and the sounds of chopping and sizzling fill the air.

  “Beer?” Zane asks.

  I shake my head and jut my chin towards Sive who stirs chopped onions in the pan.

  Zane nods as a wide grin crosses his face. “It’s different when a woman lives with you.”

  “It is. It’s better.”

  “But you can’t do the stuff you used to do.”

  “You don’t need that stuff anymore.”

  Sive chuckles and throws peppers with tomatoes into the pan.

  “How are Boulder and Ma?” I ask.

  “They’re talking a lot,” Zane says and lowers his voice, “about Sive and you. They are so busy planning your future that there is very little time left for their arguments.”

  My glance meets Sive’s. “You see, baby, you saved my parents’ marriage.”

  Sive gestures to Zane. Her body movements are expressive and alluring like she is dancing. My dick grows hard at once. A fantasy flashes through my head—Sive on her knees, sucking me off, swallowing every drop of my cum.

  Zane chuckles, and fury runs through my veins. I don’t understand her but my brother does.

  “What did she say?” I ask.

  “Sive said that Ma and Boulder were prying. But she loves it.”

  Sive puts eggs into the pan and stirs energetically. She slices two baguettes and serves the supper. We start eating and Sive talks to Zane with her hands and face expressions. He nods or chuckles and I just gaze at her.

  It’s nice, but I have an impression that something is missing. Zane’s woman apparently. The woman he will love as much as I love mine.

  Sive turns her face to me, her cheeks burning. She raises her hand and her knuckles run down my cheek.

  I want Zane to go and he must have realised that as he finishes his food and rises to his feet.

  “Thank you,” he says to Sive. “It was delicious.”

  “See you tomorrow, bro.”

  “See you tomorrow,” Zane says and leaves the house.

  I pull Sive to me and set her on my lap.

  “What did you do with Zane, baby? Did he behave?”

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nbsp; Sive nods at me and touches the dressing on my cheek.

  “I’m fine,” I say and bury my face into her neck.

  She smells of eggs, jasmine and her own musk. My mouth grazes along the curve of her neck and her body shivers in my arms.

  “How is your period? Very painful?”

  Sive shrugs. “Fi-nishedd.”

  “Really? That’s wonderful.” My mouth captures hers and I taste her impatiently. “Put your heels on, Sive. And take off your panties. And leave the dress on.” I’m going to devour her.

  Sive takes my head in both her hands and gazes at me with a silent question in her eyes.

  “Hurry,” I say. “I’ll go mad.”

  She rises from my lap and goes to pick up her heels. I watch her as she removes her panties and pulls the edge of the dress down. Sliding into her heels, she walks towards me.

  I stand at the table and take out the box with the ring. Sive stops beside me and her eyes flick over the box.

  “This is what you think it is, Sive,” I say. “Now, when everything is clear between us, I want you to be nice to me.”

  Sive

  I think Axel has just proposed to me in his crude unromantic way. He did it so I shouldn’t complain about the way he did it.

  His eyes blaze with lust. He’s hungry for me like a starving animal would crave food. Vibes of desire shoot through my body, but I resist that sweet temptation. First, I want to see the ring. I want to try it on. Nobody has ever proposed to me and emotions strangle my throat. I will be a wife. Axel’s wife. My dreams have materialised.

  My hand reaches for the velvet box, but Axel smacks my ass with his palm and a delicate burning spreads across my ass cheek.

  “You were supposed to be nice to me,” he says as I guard my ass with my palms.

  His hand plunges under my dress, and he glides his fingers over my ass cheeks, spreading them. I guess, my refusal to marry him is not an option.

  “You like driving me mad, don’t you?” he rasps and his lips crush mine.

  I like these moments, when I feel my power over him. I’m stronger than him in these moments.

  I feel the edge of his hand moving up and down my ass crack. His mouth runs up and down my neck, then he sucks on my earlobe and nibbles it with his teeth.