by Jenika Snow
This isn’t right. She’s too young for you, and fucking Violet for shit’s sake.
Yet he kept kissing her, kept pulling her closer to his body, so damn close he knew she could feel the massive hard-on he sported. He broke the kiss, a semblance of reality slamming into him. He stared down at her, saw the way she stared up at him with her big, round bright green eyes. Her black hair was a wild mess of waves around her face, and although he shouldn’t be thinking the horrid thoughts about her being hurt by the bastard he had killed with pleasure, he couldn’t help it.
“I just want to make sure you’re okay, make sure you’re safe and that you never know pain again.”
She didn’t answer right away, just ran her tongue around her pink, slightly parted and glossy lips. And then when Violet exhaled softly, pressed her breasts against his chest, he knew he was done for. “I’ve waited a long time for this, led my life because I didn’t know you’d ever see me as anything more than a girl, but I’ve wanted you regardless.”
“Baby, we should go slow, take things easy and one day at a time because of what happened—”
“I know what happened back then, and I am not letting it shape who I am. I am not a damaged girl that lets some motherfucker hurt me for the rest of my life.”
He stared at her face, knew that although she had this strong composure to her, she also had this vulnerability. He wanted to make sure she was okay, didn’t know if there were a lot of deep, scarred and dark rooted nightmares inside of her because that fucker had taken her innocence. But she wasn’t pushing him away, and in fact was almost pleading with him to take away her pain.
“I want to replace those memories with ones with you, Cain. I’ve been trying to do that my entire life, and without any of it working. But I know being with you, feeling every part of you, will help. Please, Cain, God, I need this.”
He stared at her, not about to make her suffer, because he couldn’t stand to see this woman hurt or in any kind of pain. “Dammit, Violet.” He clenched his hand in her hair and pulled her close again to take her mouth in a possessive kiss.
They panted against each other’s mouths, and then he broke the kiss to remove her shirt and then her bottoms. She didn’t stop him, and in fact moaned out. Once the material was removed their lips latched back together, and their tongues pressed each against the other.
Violet brought her hands to the front of his jeans and fumbled with the button, and although his heart was pounding fast and fierce, and the need to be the one to take control of the situation rose up in him, he let her lead. She needed this, or at least he thought she did, and he’d do anything for her. Fuck, he’d do anything for Violet. But he noticed her hands shook, and Cain covered her hands with one of his and released the button of his jeans. His erection pressed demandingly against the denim, and all he could think about was that she was here, with him, and smelling and tasting so fucking good.
Mouths still latched in a demanding kiss, Cain gripped her hips, turned her around, and led her back toward the kitchen table. Never removing his lips from hers, he slowly lowered his zipper, pushed his jeans down, and groaned deeply when his cock pressed right against her soft, warm flesh. She was so fucking curvy and thick, shaped like a woman, and he loved it, loved every inch of her. Violet wasn’t a shrinking Violet, pun intended, and when she placed her hand on his cock, a groan ripped from him.
“Baby, I want to make sure this is really what you want, and that this arousal pulsating between us, consuming us, isn’t what is fueling you.” He pulled back and cupped her cheeks with his hands. God, her flesh was so pale, almost luminescent against his tanned, scarred, and calloused flesh. She was perfect in every way, so delicate and vulnerable, but innocent and trusting.
“Believe me when I say this isn’t a need because of the arousal, Cain.” She licked her lips, her hand still on his cock, and then said in a softer voice, “This is what I want, what I need. I’m ready.”
Her bra still covered the mounds of her breasts, and she wanted the offending material off. Cain pulled back only long enough to take off his cut and set it aside, and grab his t-shirt behind his head, pulling it up and off. He wanted to feel her skin against his, feel her softness to his hardness. He wanted to claim her like there wasn’t anyone else in the world for either of them.
****
Violet pushed Cain’s shirt up almost frantically, and once again their kiss broke apart for a split second. The air whooshed out of her when she glanced down at his exposed chest. God, he was so hard, so defined and muscular. He had tattoos that lined both of his arms from wrist to shoulder, and the Brothers of Menace patch he had inked on the side of his abdomen told her this man was in his club for life. She knew that patch well, had lived around it nearly her entire life, and had been taken care of by men who wore it like a badge of honor. She saw Fallina’s name inked on his inner bicep, strong, Old English style letters that told her this man wanted his daughter’s name on his body forever because he cared about her so much. He was a good father, a good man, despite the horrific, illegal things he did, or the fact he didn’t think he was good enough for her.
Raw, unadulterated lust slammed into her, so fast and fierce it nearly took her breath away. Not even when she had slept with the other men did she feel this kind of arousal, but then again she’d been trying to move on with her life, and put the man she truly loved behind her. It hadn’t worked, not in the least. When their gazes locked, she thought she saw a moment of hesitation reflected in the dark depths of his eyes, but just as quickly as it had appeared a dark mask replaced it.
She let her gaze travel down to the erection she felt throbbing against her belly, felt thicken in her hand. Of course she shouldn’t have been surprised at what she saw, but when she was greeted with a cock that was just as powerfully built as the rest of him, thick and long, hard and big, and pierced right through the tip, her mouth went dry. He stood before her like a god, or maybe the very devil himself. He certainly had done things that others considered evil.
Violet stared down at the thick ring that was pierced through the head of his shaft, and all coherent thought left her. The overhead light caused the silver metal to glint, like a warning of what was to come. Before she could drag her gaze from the sight, he had his hands pressed right on her waist and pushed her panties down. He grabbed her ass next, right below the cheeks, and lifted her off the ground and set her on the table. The cold wood met her overheated flesh, and she bit her lip.
When he leaned forward and started licking and sucking at her pulse point below her ear a surprised gasp left her. She shamelessly leaned into him, seeking more. He closed the gap that separated them, and she felt her pussy become soaked even more. For the first time in her life she was wet naturally, not needing the artificial lubricant to get her to the point where she could tolerate sex with a man. The bare, hot and hard length of him pressed to her spread and exposed pussy. She panted as the metal that adorned his dick cooled her scorching flesh, before warming from her body heat.
His hands on her shoulders made her feel weak, womanly. He pushed her back until she was spread across the table, like some flesh entrée he was about to devour, and God, did Violet want him to devour her until nothing was left. She felt free with him, safe and protected, and knew that he’d never hurt her. She might have been with a few other guys sexually, and attempted to move past the rape that had tried to shape who she was, but the fact remained that Cain was always the one she thought about. It was he who would help her fully heal from the inside out, whether he knew it or not.
He took a step back, and she instantly felt the chill in the room. How in the hell could he stop what they were doing? She felt crazed when he was this near, but Cain looked calm and in control. She still wore her bra, which was where his gaze was trained.
“Remove the bra, Violet … slowly.” His voice, low, commanding, sent a thrill of dark desire through her. Although she knew that right now he was not being as commanding, as dominant as he norma
lly was, she wanted him one hundred percent. Even though that frightened her in a very female, exciting way.
Lifting her arms, she unlatched her bra with shaky fingers. She had never been more thankful for a front clasp, because it was easy to remove, and didn’t prolong what she wanted desperately. When the material was tossed aside, and the chill seeped over her flesh, she knew what her nipples looked like without looking down. The tissue felt sensitive and hard, like the tiny tips could cut into glass. Every erogenous zone in her body tingled as he stood there and watched her, appraised every inch of her, and made her needy. He was aroused, his big dick standing hard and out in front, pointing right at her. The overhead light gleamed off the piercing on his cockhead, and set her inner muscles clenching.
“You trust me, Violet?”
She didn’t hesitate. “I do, with my life.”
“Good, because I’d never hurt you.” He took a step forward, just an inch, but she felt the heat from his body. “I’d kill anyone that hurt you, that thought about harming you.” He stared at her, not speaking after he said that. She had no idea how to respond. Violet knew he meant those words, had seen it firsthand, and felt it in her bones.
She swallowed and wondered if he liked what he saw. His cock straining forward, his gaze on her, and his words, should have told her as much. If the look on his face hadn’t kept her rooted to her spot, she would have jumped off the table and run her hands all over his body, pulling him closer and whispering how much she loved him. But he was a hardcore biker, a man that wasn’t all about soft words and sweet sentiments. He was coarse and aggressive, and the times she had seen him while growing up, had told her that this man was not to be fucked with.
“God, you’re so fucking beautiful, Violet. I shouldn’t want you because of the type of man that I am, but fuck me, I do. I do so damn badly, and I feel guilty because of it.” He stared at her eyes, moved an inch closer so he was right in front of her now and his cock was right between her thighs. His gaze was scorching, and it took everything in her to breathe as he watched her with half-lidded eyes that reflected exactly what he wanted … her.
“I’m crude and lewd, Violet, and I want to be gentle, but I can’t help it. It’s who I am, baby.” He smoothed his fingers over her hands that gripped the edge of the table.
“I just want you, all of you. I don’t want you hiding yourself from me, or thinking I can’t handle your type of passion.” She breathed out. “Just be with me,” she pleaded now, so delirious with arousal. Her pussy was wet, soaking, and she wanted his dick inside of her, finally claiming every part of her.
For a moment he didn’t say anything, and then he groaned deeply, closed his eyes, and clenched his jaw. “Spread your legs wide. Let me see your soaking cunt.”
His coarse language sent her reeling, had her desire skyrocketing, and she didn’t even hesitate. Never had a man spoken to her in such a way, spoken about her body in such a crude manner, and had her to the point she was inflamed at the same time. The commands did something to her insides. She felt weak with need, and Violet wanted to please him, wanted to do anything he said.
“Don’t make me ask you again. This is what you wanted, and this is what you’ll get.”
Her heart thundered hard, and she spread her legs wide, doing exactly what he wanted her to do. This really was what she wanted, to have Cain be himself in all his dominating, hardened biker glory. He was powerful, strong, and took no shit, and she knew that being with him, even in this manner where he didn’t sugarcoat anything, was exactly what she wanted. Her past would not dictate her, and she’d overcome everything to finally be with this man.
Chapter Nine
“Dude, you haven’t seen anything until you’ve seen this woman suck whipped cream off her fingers,” Rook said from beside Pierce.
Pierce stared at the stage where the current stripper was finishing her fuck show. The girls had to wear G-strings while dancing, and it was a damn fucking shame since Pierce wanted to see some shaved pussy grinding against the pole. He brought his beer to his mouth, was already good and toasted, but he had nothing going on tomorrow, and planned on having titties, ass, and pussy all up in his face tonight. He was horny and hard, and the strip club they were at, The Crystal Cavern, was one of the biggest strip joints in Denver. This place was known for having girls that were all about giving a little action for some extra cash. The sweet-butts back at the clubhouse were all fine and well, especially if he was hard up for some immediate action, but he had fucked all of them at least once. He wanted something different, some foreign pussy that knew how to squeeze a man’s dick until it felt like it would fall off.
He glanced at the other man when a stripper came by and straddled him around the waist. She had nothing on except a triangle bikini top that barely covered her nipples. She started doing this bump and grind on the other member, pushed him back against the seat fully, and went to town, trying to get the fucker to come in his pants no doubt. The skinny bleached blonde started grinding herself even harder on Rook. Pierce liked his woman thicker, with curves he could hold onto as he plowed his cock into them.
She glanced his way, grinned, and said, “You’re next big boy.”
He may like the females he fucked to be thicker, with more meat to grab onto, but that didn’t mean he was about to turn down pussy either.
The lights flashed on stage for a second before dimming once more, and the main attraction for this club was about to take stage. The men that sat in plush and padded seat around the sunken in floor, all hollered and stood from their seats to stare up at the stage. Where he was, he had an elevated, prime shot of the center stage. He couldn’t see the face of the woman that stepped onto stage yet, but he made out her curvy as fuck. She sure as hell wasn’t rail thin like the rest of the girls that had been stripping all night.
The spotlight slid up and covered her big, round, and juicy looking ass. Her hair was short, black and was to her shoulders. It looked like how a flapper would have worn her hair, sleek, shining, and it turned him the fuck on. The black barely there string that went right between the cheeks of her bottom had his mouth watering. Her flared hips, and thighs that were meant to grip a male around the waist, had his cock coming to attention. She turned around, and he zeroed in on her big, full tits that were barely restrained by her black transparent top. The stripper started moving back and forth, and the sight of the way she swayed her hips transfixed him. The flesh jiggled, bounced up and down, and when she bent over and shook her ass, it was like watching a warmed bowl of pudding move around.
His dick punched forward with so much force he nearly pulled his cock out and stroked himself right then and there just to relieve the pressure. Goddamn, she was a sight to look at. Pierce ran a hand over his mouth and breathed out. He watched as Rook stood and walked toward the VIP rooms in the back. Pierce focused on the stripper again.
She moved over to this velvet-covered tray, picked up a strawberry, and dipped it in a bowl of whipped cream. He leaned forward, feeling drunk as hell, but so aroused his cock could have drilled holes through steel right now. Her eyes were closed, and her scantily clad body was what wet dreams were made of. He was transfixed as he watched her suck the cream off the strawberry. She took off her top, and her big breasts and her darker pink nipples came into view. She grabbed what looked like a pitcher filled with chocolate.
Oh, fucking shit.
She poured that chocolate along her, that dark liquid sliding over her nude breasts, covering her nipples, and making him want to go on that stage, pin her to the ground, and lick that fucking chocolate from her body.
She wasn’t totally nude, but that didn’t matter because the fact she wore that little triangle of black that covered her cunt turned him on even more. She continued to sway her hips as she poured the rest of the chocolate on her body, and then she tossed the pitcher aside and started rubbing her hands over the sauce. The brown liquid smoothed over her breasts, and she went lower still. Slipping her hand down her bik
ini bottom, he watched as she rubbed it over her pussy, and despite the fact he couldn’t see it because of the material, his cock throbbed at the image in his head.
For the next five minutes he watched her crawl on the floor, her look seductive, sexy, and he leaned forward even further. He wanted her, really damn badly. The lights dimmed when she rolled onto her back, her breasts thrust out, and her legs spread wide. And then the stage went dark, and the men hollered for more. All Pierce could think about, and see in his head, was his body over hers and his cock deep in her pussy. The images were lewd, dirty, and raunchy. They were ones of his cum covering her body, white streaks along her creamy flesh. God, he’d fuck her so damn hard, so rough she wouldn’t be able to walk without thinking about him. He’d fill her pussy with cum, so much of it that when she stood it would slip down her legs. Pierce was a dirty old bastard, and although she didn’t know it yet, he’d make her his, if only for one night.
He was now a Brothers of Menace patched in member, and he always got what he wanted, even if he had to take it for himself.
****
Jana cleaned up the last of the bottles scattered around the few tables in the clubhouse, and grabbed the broom and dustpan. The cigarette butts and trash littered on the ground was a sight that turned her stomach, but it was thanks to this club, her friend that had brought her here, and Lucien, that she was able to find a safe haven. Her son was with Bobbie for the night because she was staying late to clean up, and because the club had an especially hardcore party going on here. Although she hated having him here at the clubhouse to sleep, there wasn’t any other option at the moment. Her life had gone downhill, fast, and she didn’t know if she was going forward or backward, if she was up or down, most of the time. Right now she was just taking one day at a time, hoping that she could get on her feet and not have to rely on anyone but herself. Her son needed that … she needed that.