Dark Menace MC: Stone

by Tory Richards

  “Who would be looking for her?”

  Shit, I felt my eyes tear up. I shook my head for a moment, as if to say I couldn’t go on. An insane thought crossed my mind that I could tell Stone that it was her husband I was worried about, and make up some story about them breaking up and him threatening her. But I’d only be digging a deeper grave for myself because once Stone found out the truth there was no telling what he would do. How bad didn’t he like liars? That stupid thought almost made me laugh out loud.

  “Go on, honey,” Ripper encouraged. I gasped when I felt his knife slice through my t-shirt.

  I bit my bottom lip until I tasted blood, not because he’d cut more of my shirt away, but because I didn’t want to say the monster’s name. “What if I can’t tell you anything else?” I practically whispered. Ripper continued cutting my shirt off. I didn’t care. When he was finally at my back he gave a tug and then all I had on was my bra and jeans.

  “Holy fuck!” he barked, and I closed my eyes as the tears ran down my cheeks. “Prez…”

  I heard movement, light footfalls that told me that Stone had moved away from the wall and was walking toward me. The shock in Ripper’s tone had apparently made him curious. I knew the ugliness Stone was about to see. Even after all these years, the scars, though somewhat faded, revealed the torture I’d endured.

  I heard Stone suck in his breath, and then, “Who the fuck did this to you?”

  I laughed, but there was no humor in it. The irony of my current situation wasn’t lost on me. “Weren’t you about to let Ripper do the same thing?” I sobbed, hating Stone. “Why should you care?”

  “Rachel—” My name was said between his teeth. He stepped around and forced me to meet his eyes with a hand beneath my chin. “Who fuckin’ hurt you like this?” he ground out.

  There was a fierceness burning in his eyes that I’d never seen before. His reaction confused me, the barely unleashed anger rolling off him in waves. I could feel the heat of his body, he was standing so close to me. This didn’t make any sense, and my head was pounding with the whole ordeal.

  “Who are you protecting?”

  “Myself,” I whispered.

  Stone continued to stare at me, as if trying to figure me out. I’d never felt so vulnerable because I was certain he could see to my very soul. “Who are you so afraid of?”

  His hand was still cupping my chin. “You.” I knew the second I’d said it that it was true. I wasn’t so much afraid that Stone would hurt me. Deep down I sensed that he wouldn’t. Not physically anyway, but mentally I wasn’t so sure. It occurred to me that the only way he could do that was if I gave him the power to.

  “Then tell me who the fuck tortured you.”

  I closed my eyes, trembling uncontrollably. “Wildman.”

  Chapter 12

  STONE

  Fuck. That one word didn’t seem fucking adequate. I fucked up. I gave Ripper a signal to get out, that his job was done. I’d never meant for it to go this far, but then, I’d underestimated Rachel’s stubbornness. She was hiding some serious shit if Wildman was the cause of her reluctance to tell me what I fucking wanted to know. Sure, Trudy had told me that Rachel was unable to contact her sister and needed to see her, but it was my fucking job to keep the club safe. After the way Rachel had tricked her way off the property, I knew there was more to the story.

  I didn’t like secrets, and I hated liars. Maybe Rachel wasn’t a liar, but she sure as fuck was keeping secrets. My dick wanted to ignore that. Christ, when Ripper had started cutting off her shirt, revealing more and more of her soft, white skin, one look at the tits spilling out of her bra was all it took to turn me hard as stone. I was still hard, but before I satisfied myself deep inside her body I wanted some fucking answers.

  She opened her eyes and I steeled myself from the tears that were ready to fall. I wasn’t a weak man. I didn’t hurt women, but if one came at me with a fucking knife I’d do what I needed to do to stay alive. If she was from the enemy’s camp, we treated her like one of their brothers. It wasn’t beneath a rival MC to plant one of their girls in another MC’s club, those MC’s who didn’t give a fuck about their women anyways. If it turned out Rachel was working with Wildman, she’d have to go.

  Fuck, that was going to be a tough call to make.

  “Are you working with Wildman?”

  Her eyes bugged. “What? No! You saw what he did to my back.”

  Yeah, it was a fucking mess. The thought that Wildman had tortured her made me sick to my stomach, but I couldn’t understand why hadn’t he killed her. He wasn’t known for letting people live if they crossed him. Scars on someone could be the result of a lot of things, not excluding rough sex or sadistic intimidation used to make someone do something they didn’t want to.

  I walked around Rachel to her backside, gently running my fingers over the faded scars. The use of a whip and cigarette burns were obvious. “Tell me.”

  “Ten years ago my mom and I ran away from Wildman, after five years of his abuse. At first it was just my mom. He’d rape and beat her on a daily basis, repeating over and over all the horrible things he would do to her if she tried to escape, terrifying her to the point that she was too afraid to run, if that makes any sense. She had a warped idea that being with him, under his protection, was better than being on the run from him, being alone and trying to scrape by without money and an education.” Her laugh was void of humor. “No one protected her from him, but he was the lesser of two evils, because his men were a thousand times worse. They were animals.”

  I listened quietly, holding back my questions because I sensed she might answer them before she was done talking. Letting my fingers trail lightly down her back, I walked them around her side until I was facing her again. She met my eyes.

  “When did he do that to your back?”

  “When I was thirteen.” He made a hissing sound but remained silent. “One of his men attacked me and I stabbed him. He survived, though, and I was punished for cutting him. Wildman wanted to make sure I always had something to remember it by. After that mom made me stay in my room as much as possible. We finally made a run for it when I was fifteen.”

  “What made your mother change her mind about leaving?”

  “Wildman told her that he was going to make a woman out of me, that he was going to be my first before letting his men have me. She took enough money to get us from Georgia to here on the bus.” She lowered her thick, black lashes, shutting me out.

  I wanted to fucking kill Wildman more than ever, and I wanted it to be slow and painful. I lifted her free of the hook and brought her down against my body. She trembled, opening her eyes.

  “When I heard Wildman’s name mentioned in the bar I went into shock, and then I thought about my sister. If Wildman finds out I’m here, he might use her to get to me. I couldn’t let that happen, Stone. Maddie isn’t part of this, we have different mothers. When I couldn’t contact her I panicked. When I found her I packed her up and sent her away.”

  “You gave her the truck so she couldn’t be traced?” Rachel nodded. “You do know that if Wildman finds out where you are that he’ll just come for you, right? If he didn’t know about your sister back then chances are he wouldn’t know about her now.”

  “I couldn’t take that chance. He’s evil, Stone. I remember how easy things seemed to come for him.”

  He was certainly a lucky bastard, thinking back to the night that we’d joined up with the Wild Marauders at the Predators clubhouse to get Lynch’s woman back. Wildman was supposed to have been there, too, but he’d left right before we arrived. Ran away like a fucking coward, only to return the minute he found out Killer, the Predators’ president, was dead.

  “Maybe I did things the wrong way, maybe it’s all for nothing, but Maddie’s the only one I have left. I can focus on keeping myself safe if I don’t have to worry about her, too.”

  “So, you think you can take care of yourself?” I pulled her head back by her hair, exposing her
vulnerable throat. I’d just about had enough talking. My dick was hard as a brick, and I knew she could feel it throbbing against her. I didn’t try to hide it.

  “Probably not,” she said, surprising me. “What are you going to do?” Her breath caught when I put my mouth against the arch of her throat.

  I pulled back to meet the worry in her eyes, wanting to make sure she knew exactly where I stood. “For now I’m going to believe you. But if I find out you’ve lied to me, or not told me everything, we’re going to have trouble.” I started to lower my mouth again but stopped, thinking of something else. “And another thing, you don’t leave this fucking clubhouse without me, or unless I okay it. As far as you and everyone else are concerned, you’re my woman while you’re here. The brothers will protect you, and that includes against Wildman.”

  I couldn’t wait another minute to taste her lips. Thank fuck things had turned out okay for now, because I didn’t know if I could have ended her. She might be playing me for a fool, and God help her if she was. For now I planned on getting my fill of her. Anger and lust were two emotions that always ran close to the surface for me. There were times when I didn’t know which one I was feeling more, but it didn’t matter, as long as I had a soft pussy to sink my dick into. The end result was always the same, a welcomed relief that cooled my blood and calmed my murderous thoughts.

  I needed that feeling now. As I ground my mouth against hers, I waited for her to resist, waited to feel her body stiffen against mine, her hands to push against my chest. Instead I felt her submission, her body melded into mine, her lips softened and parted for my tongue. I ran my hands around her waist and over the curve of her ass, squeezing the fleshy mounds with a deep growl. My dick ached, and all I wanted to do was pull the zipper down, yank it out, and fuck her hard.

  Without breaking contact I pushed Rachel up against the wall. My hands undid her jeans and yanked them down, and then I undid mine. I pulled out my dick, lifted her up and slid her down, sinking my cock inside her until I bottomed out. With a shudder, she moaned. I groaned, surrounded by her wet heat, and held still, taking in the fucking mind-blowing pleasure of being tucked away inside her cunt. I pulled back to suck in air, grabbed her bound hands, and slammed them against the wall above her head.

  “Feel that?” I asked close to her mouth, staring into her eyes. “My dick is having a party in there.” I started to thrust. I wanted to go slow, but in my frame of mind, that wasn’t going to happen. Rachel closed her eyes. “No, baby, look at me. I want your eyes on mine while I pound into you.” I picked up speed, slamming into her tightness. Keeping one hand on hers, my other moved between our joined bodies to find her clit. “What sweet little pebble is this?”

  “Stone—”

  She trembled wildly, thrusting her hips against me. We were both breathing heavy, still staring into each other’s eyes. “Fuckin’ tight cunt, baby.” I was fucking her fast and steady now, making sure the head of my dick hit her G-spot before gliding past into her juicy depths. As I pinched and pulled her clit I lowered my head until I could reach her tits. I licked, sucked, and bit at her exposed flesh until little whimpers rushed between her lips and she turned into a fucking wild woman. I had no sooner straightened up than she sank her teeth into my shoulder.

  The fucking pain sent me over the edge. My balls drew up tight, and then released. “I’m going to fill your cunt with cum, sweetheart.” Three short jabs and I plowed all the way home, holding tight against the spasms of her body as she climaxed around my spewing dick.

  “Stone,” she gasped, quivering wildly against me. “Oh, God! So good! So…good.”

  “Sweet fuck!” We collapsed against one another. I released Rachel’s hands so she could lower them. We remained glued against the wall. Unbelievably, my dick was still pulsing inside her. That was fucking intense. I kept Rachel pinned against the wall as our breathing calmed, and my dick eventually softened and slid out of her.

  “Would you have, ah, hurt me?” Her soft whisper sounded against my ear.

  I pulled back, meeting the uncertainty in her eyes, noticing how beautiful she was when she was flushed with color and her full lips were still swollen from my kisses. I wasn’t going to lie to her. I didn’t want her to think that fucking her was going to save her if it came down to saving the club. I had to make her understand.

  “Look, sweetheart, I don’t do girlfriends, relationships, or love. I fuck. You need to understand that being in my bed won’t save you if it comes down to the club. My brothers and the club come first, and nothing else gets in the way. I’m forced to make fuckin’ decisions I don’t like every day.” I could see that she didn’t comprehend my philosophy. Most civilian women didn’t get it. They thought with their hearts. “Don’t fall in love with me.”

  I got the reaction I was hoping for.

  A laugh burst from Rachel, and she shoved me away from her. “Don’t flatter yourself, you’re not my type.” She reached for her panties and jeans and yanked them up. “Besides, I could never love someone who didn’t put me first.”

  I sensed the truth behind her words. I tucked my dick back into my jeans and zipped up. “You have a fuckin’ type?”

  “Don’t you?” she fired right back, smiling.

  “Yeah, anything with a pussy.”

  “That’s really sad, Stone.”

  Yeah, it really was. We stood looking at each other for a moment, and it dawned on me that if I were into the love and relationship shit it would be with someone like her, someone who from the very beginning had lit a spark in me that was more than just lust. There wasn’t much about Rachel that didn’t get me hot. Jesus, I was getting hard again. I let my eyes travel down to her luscious tits. Thinking about my brothers and their horny ways, I slid off my cut and held it out to her to put on.

  “Until we get back to my room,” I explained at her surprised look. Seeing her in my cut with nothing but her bra was a fucking turn-on, so it was only natural that I’d think of her with nothing but my cut against her naked tits. Fuck, maybe some day.

  Maybe the reason I wanted it on her now was to send a message to the club. It occurred to me the significance that they’d place on seeing her wearing it. Still, most of them stopped what they were doing and followed us with stunned expressions when we walked through the bar. A loud feminine gasp drew my attention to Rita. She was sitting at a table with a couple of brothers.

  Word would travel fast to the others that I’d made a claim, and though it hadn’t been made verbally, it was implied with her just wearing my cut. Rachel wasn’t to be messed with. That took care of one problem, fucking hoped it took care of Rita once and for all, too. We reached the door to my room.

  “Why was everyone looking at us like that?”

  She swung around before I got the door opened. I slammed right into her. My dick was still hard and I thought the fucking thing was going to break through my zipper to get to her. Her pupils dilated, but neither of us acknowledged it.

  “Because without saying a word, everyone in that room knew I’d staked my claim on your pussy.”

  She gasped. “How—”She stopped short as she figured it out for herself how. “And just what exactly does that mean, Stone?”

  “That I’ll be the only one stickin’ his dick in you.”

  Her pretty mouth opened, and the fucking lust in her eyes went dark with anger. Fuck if that didn’t make me harder. “Well, I have news for you. I’ll fuck whoever I want to. I’ll fuck my way through your club.” I laughed, she grew redder with anger. “If everyone in your club gets to fuck around, then that means—”

  I slammed my mouth down on hers, cutting off her rant. She tensed against me, but couldn’t do anything while crushed tight against the door. “Is that what’s got you all fired up, sweetheart? The thought of me sinking my dick into someone else?” She clamped her mouth shut, but I could see the answer in her eyes. “If it makes you feel better, I won’t fuck anyone else while I’m fucking you.”

  I fucking
wanted to take my words back as soon as they left my mouth. Not that I’d wanted anyone else since she’d come to the clubhouse, but she didn’t need to know that. I liked variety, and depending what I was in the mood for, I fucked a particular sweetbutt for their particular talent. Hadn’t missed a fucking one of them.

  “Prez—”

  I recognized my VP’s voice behind me. “Yeah, Max?”

  “We just got another fuckin’ message from Rebel. I’ve already put the word out we’ll hold church in five.”

  “Be right there.” I hadn’t taken my eyes off of Rachel, but I could hear Max walk away. “I need my cut, babe.” She slipped it off without hesitation and held it out to me, opening the door at the same time. “I’ll see you at the bar later.”

  I pulled the door shut and headed to the office.

  Chapter 13

  RACHEL

  As soon as Stone shut the door I went to the bed and sank down on the end of it. Until then I’d managed to keep it all together. The whole situation had been too intense, revealing a side of Stone that I had no doubt was the reason he was the president of the club. He could be ruthless, cold, and uncaring when he had to be, and it was clear that when he said the club came first, the club came first.

  Once club business was over he went back to being human. That was the only word I could think of to describe it. Sex with him was awesome, I shivered just thinking about his hands and mouth on me. But once he’d reminded me that I was collateral, I knew it would be crazy to let my feelings get involved. It would be best if I just kept my mind on surviving until my asshole brother-in-law paid Dark Menace back.