Ruined by the Devil: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Storm’s Angels MC) (Satan’s Outlaw Sins Book 1)

by Sophia Gray

  “About that what?” I asked while he was in the kitchen, tilting my head back to try to see him.

  “I don’t think you should work for him anymore,” he told me, coming back into the living room with our drinks. He handed me the glass, and I paused to look at it in my hand before drinking any.

  He’d poured more than usual, filling the glass completely.

  “What do you mean?” I asked carefully. I wasn’t comfortable having this conversation with him yet, but at least I knew he was thinking along the same lines I was. Skull might have been a father figure, but I couldn’t see myself staying under his employment forever. At some point, I knew—I had always known—I would need to branch out and find my own work.

  “I mean, I think you should consider leaving him. After this is said and done, it won’t be easy for you to go back to him, and anyone would be stupid to pass up the opportunity to employ you,” Mason told me, taking another sip of his whiskey.

  “Are you proposing, Mason?” I asked him, seizing the opportunity to tease him again.

  “Maybe I am,” he said. He sat forward on the couch, leaning over the coffee table with his whiskey in hand.

  “Well, do you have anything to offer to sweeten the pot?” I asked, sitting forward over the table to let my low-cut shirt hang down so he could get a view down it.

  Mason looked at me with his deep green eyes and put his glass down on the table. He took my hand and stood up without saying a word. I quickly took a sip of my whiskey and set the glass down on the table next to his before getting up to let him lead me into the bedroom.

  I couldn’t contain my desire for him any longer. Seeing where he was taking me, my body began to ache for him. I felt my core growing hotter, wetter for him. My legs felt like jelly, made weak by my desire for this man. And I was about to fulfill that desire. I was about to have him.

  He pulled me into his room and turned to kiss me once we were past his door. Our lips met and lingered together while he pulled my shirt up. We broke apart while he slipped the shirt over my head. He kissed me again on my neck. Then, he kissed my shoulder while he unclasped the front of my bra and pulled the cups away from me to put me in his gentle, strong hands.

  He squeezed my bare skin with his firm, smooth hands, catching my nipples between his fingers and pinching them enough to draw a moan out of my throat and force me to arch my back.

  “Yes, Mason. I want you to take me. Make me yours,” I told him.

  He turned me around and pushed me back onto the bed. I landed on the silky, smooth sheets and the soft mattress. His bed welcomed my body and caressed me with its soft, gentle touch.

  He stood over me and dropped off his vest. He pulled his shirt over his head and immediately worked his pants loose and let his jeans and boxers drop to the floor. I stared in admiration at his body. Every inch of him was perfectly sculpted from pure muscle. He had a couple of tribal tattoos that wrapped around his shoulders, but nothing like what some of his other members had. I could still see the perfectly untouched contours of his chest and his stomach.

  He reached down with his strong, rippling arms and grabbed my jeans. He peeled them off of me and dropped them to the floor, followed by the lacy panties he’d bought me. I closed my legs, playfully hiding myself from him.

  I wasn’t a virgin by any means, but sex had always been a tool for me. It was a way for me to get what I wanted out of someone. There had been plenty of times when I’d used it to get out of trouble or to get information. Originally, even with Mason, it was supposed to just be a tool. It wasn’t supposed to be anything else.

  But I wanted Mason. I really, truly, honestly wanted Mason. I wanted that massive cock between his legs to thrust deep inside of me, to fill me with his masculinity and his manhood, and I didn’t know how to handle that desire.

  No, I wasn’t a virgin, but I was still venturing into uncharted territory when I spread my legs for him.

  He gently stroked my wet lips with one of his thick fingers, parting me and spreading my juices around to help him get inside. He kissed the bare skin above my delicate slit. He kissed again a little higher. He kissed all the way up my flat stomach. His lips wrapped around one of my hardening nipples, and he sucked me into his mouth, flicking me with his tongue, while he rested the head of his manhood at my entrance.

  I grabbed the back of his head and held him against my breast.

  “Yes, Mason. Oh God, Mason.” I arched my back as he pushed himself against me, spreading my lips open to receive him.

  He filled me perfectly, stretching me to wrap my muscles and flesh around his throbbing shaft as it slid back and forth through my lips deep into the wet core of my desire. I spread my legs wider to give him better access deeper into me.

  His muscles brushed against my body as he drove himself deeper and deeper into me.

  I wrapped my arms around him and held him against me as I rocked my hips against his with each thrust. Every time he pushed into me, I moved so his head hit my g-spot. “Fuck!” I cried out, pressing myself hard against him.

  “You feel so fucking good, baby,” he panted above me.

  I grabbed his face and kissed him frantically as he rammed himself into me harder and faster.

  I could feel him growing harder inside of me with each thrust, and I knew he was close to orgasm. I could feel it growing deep inside of him. I wrapped my legs around him and held him against me while I worked him with my clenching muscles and rolling hips.

  “Come for me, Mason,” I whispered in his ear while I worked myself against him, driving myself closer and closer to orgasm against his firm, thick cock. I pulled back slowly, relishing in the feel of his hardened flesh dragging against the walls of my entrance.

  My body shuddered suddenly, and I felt myself exploding with white hot pleasure. I tilted my head back and cried out as my hips shook, my insides quivered, and my muscles clamped down on him.

  “Fuck,” he groaned, sliding back away from me, pulling his massive erection out of me.

  He cupped a hand behind my head and pulled me to him. I knew what I was about to get, so I grabbed his hips and pulled him to my mouth, taking him all the way down to the base his shaft at once, pulling on him with my tongue until his warm, salty flavor erupted in my mouth.

  I drank from him like it was the fountain of youth. I wrapped my fingers around him and worked his base while my lips and tongue worked up to the tip of his head. His shaft jerked in my hand and in my mouth as he emptied himself down my throat.

  I’d never wanted it more in my life than I did right then. I wasn’t working anymore. I was enjoying the first man who truly made me feel safe in his presence. I felt safe enough to submit to him and let him take my mouth the way he’d taken my sex.

  He pumped himself deep into my mouth, until I felt his head pushing into the entrance of my throat. I sucked and stroked every last drop of him onto my tongue and pulled him out of my mouth to stroke him against my chest while I kissed up his stomach to his chest, circling a nipple with my tongue before sucking on the tight, hard skin. I let go of his shaft while I kissed up to his firm shoulders.

  He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me down onto the bed where we lay, embracing each other, as the evening light faded from outside his thin white curtains and turned over to the darkness of night behind the glowing lights of the city surrounding us.

  He surrounded me, and I buried my head in his chest. I listened to his breathing and his pulse. For the first time, I wasn’t up and out the door. I wasn’t trying to get anything out of anyone. I just wanted Mason to stay like he was, holding me and keeping the rest of our awful lives at bay for just a little longer.

  Chapter 11

  Mason

  Clara was everything I had expected and more. Her toned, tanned body fit perfectly against me. There were no tan lines anywhere on her, which was a huge turn on for me. After we had sex, I held her against me. She curled up against my chest as if she’d been looking for a safe place to rest for a
ges. I was more than happy to provide her that safe haven from her boss and the men who were after her.

  I wasn’t a fool, though. I knew why she’d gone to the park. She’d gone to meet her boss, and I was pretty sure I knew who he was. I was pretty sure she had been working for Skull, though she still hadn’t told me, so I was still pretending I didn’t know with her. But Mick and I were certain of it. She’d gone to meet him, and he had obviously sent his goons to kidnap her.

  I stroked her beautiful blonde hair, and she moaned into my chest. She was in danger, and I wasn’t sure she understood just how much. She trusted her boss too much. I hoped I’d earned some of that trust by bringing her into my home the way I had been and by giving myself to her like I had. I couldn’t be too sure, though.

  I stroked her smooth back and pulled her against me. I could feel myself wanting her again already. Her body had felt amazing against me, and the passion I felt her throwing back my way had been intense. I wanted inside her again. I wanted to explore her body. I wanted to enjoy every piece of it.

  I knew there would be time enough for that later. First, I had to see if she trusted me enough to give me the name of her boss.

  I kissed the top of her head. I felt her pull me closer and smile against me.

  “Mason,” she whispered into my chest.

  “Yes, baby?” I pulled back to look into her face.

  She looked up at me and smiled. Even her deep blue eyes smiled at me, but I could see something in them had changed. “I’m leaving my boss,” she said. “I’m coming to work for you, if that’s what you want to know,” she told me.

  “That’s awesome,” I said with a big smile. I gave her a long, tender kiss.

  “I don’t work for Skull anymore,” she said after the kiss, before nestling her head back into my chest.

  “I’m glad,” I told her. I couldn’t believe after all the work she’d done to keep me from finding out who her boss was, she just let it slip out like that. But maybe that was what real trust was. Maybe that was her way of letting me know she felt safe and secure here in my arms.

  I didn’t react. I didn’t want to frighten her in case she hadn’t realized she’d let it slip like that. I held her in my arms until she fell asleep.

  I listened as her breathing grew deeper, more measured. It slowed down with her pulse, which had still been racing from the ecstasy we’d shared. The last little bit of tension left her body, and that was the moment it felt like she’d really given herself to me.

  I had a feeling she was pretty experienced in bed, or her past partners had been. And while the sex had felt passionate, I felt like I’d finally won her trust when I felt her body give beneath me. That was when I knew she felt safe and secure with me. It wasn’t just sex.

  Our relationship wasn’t just business anymore. We’d gone beyond just trying to get information out of each other. We’d gone beyond being rivals. We were even beyond the flirtatious stage we went through. She was asleep now, so there was no real chance to discuss with her what was happening with us.

  I ran a hand through my hair and started the work of sliding out of bed. I needed to let Mick know I had confirmation that Skull was her boss. I carefully slid my body away from hers, gently sliding a pillow under her head as I pulled my other arm away. I moved myself slowly off the bed, letting the change in the weight next to her occur gradually.

  When I finally stood up next the bed, naked in front of her naked sleeping body, I felt guilty for using her. My emotions were changing every day as I spent more time with her. My feelings for her were growing beyond what I had initially thought about her. She was no longer just a thief or a prisoner. She was no longer just someone who worked for one of my rivals.

  Skull wasn’t just one of my rivals. He was our number one rival these days. Our drug business was the only one that he hadn’t threatened so far, and Clara’s job had been to take us down so our clients became his clients. She’d been doing a damn good job of it, too, stealing our heroin so he could sell it cheaper because he wasn’t having to buy it himself.

  Staring at Clara lying peacefully in my bed, it was hard to imagine she was the thief who had done so much to undermine my business. It was hard to imagine her goal had been to take me down when she first showed up.

  The passionate woman lying in my bed was no longer a thief or a spy working against me. If anything, she was becoming my old lady. I was working my way deeper past her walls, deeper not only into her body, but into her as a person. Yet, here I was, sneaking away from her so I could go tell Mick I knew who’d been stealing from us beyond a shadow of a doubt. It was important news, and it needed to be shared.

  The best time to do it was right then, I knew, while she was sleeping, so I didn’t have to hide and I didn’t have to do it right in front of her. Doing it this way, I told myself, allowed me to preserve the integrity of our growing relationship while still furthering my business purpose for getting into this relationship in the first place.

  Despite my feelings for her, I’d been using her this whole time. I’d been working her the whole time, trying to wear her down so I could learn what I needed to learn from her. I couldn’t turn back now. I had to tell Mick it was Skull.

  I walked around to the front of the bed and picked up my jeans. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and opened up a new text for Mick.

  Clara shifted in her sleep and seemed to be talking to someone in a dream. My heart skipped a beat, believing I’d been caught red handed giving away the information she’d trusted me enough to share.

  I walked out of the bedroom into the living room where I didn’t have to face her sleeping, trusting body while I betrayed her.

  “Just this once, Mason,” I murmured. “It’s for the MC. After this, everything’s going to be straight.”

  I took a deep breath and started to text Mick.

  She was working for Skull, I typed, but I didn’t hit send.

  I stared at my words. Sending that text message meant everything I’d allowed to happen between us was a lie. It meant I would be admitting to myself that I couldn’t even trust my own emotions because I had used her.

  “You’re so full of shit,” I told myself. “You’re an Angel. Remember, Storm’s Angels will always be first.”

  I took a deep breath and sent the text. I quickly closed and locked my phone. I went back to the bedroom and stuck it back into my jeans pocket.

  I looked at her again, lying on my bed in the middle of my darkened room. I couldn’t force myself to climb back in that bed with her. I grabbed my phone and went back into the living room.

  I grabbed my whiskey and sat back down on the couch.

  What are we going to do about it? Mick asked.

  We have to take him down, I texted back.

  The whiskey took the edge off.

  Sounds like a plan. You coming back in? he responded.

  I looked into the bedroom from where I was. I could see the shape of her body in the shadows. I took a sip of my drink, letting the warmth fill me.

  No, I’m busy here, I texted him back.

  I understand. That answers my next question.

  I smiled at the phone.

  What was that going to be? I asked.

  What to do about Clara, Mick texted back.

  Don’t worry about her. I’ve got her under control, I said.

  Yeah, under you.

  Of course. Where else?

  All right, man. See you at HQ, he said.

  Give me a few days, I texted back. I don’t want her to think I just fucked her for information.

  But isn’t that what you just did?

  I sighed as I read his last message. I put the phone down and went into the kitchen to finish the bottle. I poured the last of it into my glass and went back into the living room, sipping the whole way.

  “Is that what you just did?” I asked myself. I shook my head in response. Clara wasn’t just another piece of ass. She was important beyond the sex and beyond the information sh
e provided to me. She wasn’t there just to serve a purpose, I tried to convince myself.

  I don’t know, I texted Mick.

  Be careful, boss, he texted back.

  I will,” I said aloud to the phone, setting it back down.

  As I finished my glass, I grabbed hers and drank what was left in it. I was beginning to feel more than just the warmth of the whiskey I was drinking. I felt good. The edge was gone. The care was gone. All that was left was how I really felt about Clara.

  And it was good. I felt good about Clara. I felt a connection to her. There was more to her than her prefect legs, her sweet little ass, her tight and welcoming sex, her perfect breasts and delicious nipples, and her deep summer sky blue eyes.