A little shiver traveled through her. “It feels like you’re up for it,” she teased, grinding her ass into my dick. “I’d love to have that monster inside me, but I don’t think my boyfriend would like me messing around.”
I smiled and decided to play along. “Oh, yeah? The jealous type, is he?”
“Very.” A soft sigh escaped her. “Maybe if we hurry though…”
“Won’t be any hurrying, darlin’, I plan on feasting on you all night. Come morning you won’t be able to close those sweet thighs you’ll be so fucking sore.” I sucked the lobe of her ear into my mouth, and then sank my teeth into the spot behind it.
“God, Vince,” I could tell the instant the game was over. “Stop before I have an orgasm right here in front of everyone.”
Fuck.
Me.
That visual almost had me coming in my pants. How had things escalated between us so damned fast?
Rory, who still looked like hell from the beating he’d received, was helping out behind the bar. He came over for the tray and gave me a smirk. I reluctantly pulled back from Iris, hoping it would calm down my raging dick enough so that I wouldn’t shock any of the innocents in the club. She turned to face me, slapping her hands on her hips. She gave me a look that had my slowly deflating dick rising right back up again.
I ignored it because I had no choice at the moment. “I need to clean up. You ready to go to my house, baby?”
“I need to clean up, too,” she admitted with a soft smile.
The thought of showering with her caused me to reach for her hand. “Come on, darlin’, hopefully Miss Anne has already come and gone and we’ll have a nice dinner waiting for us.”
“Miss Anne?” Iris questioned behind me as I pulled her along.
“My housekeeper.” I headed straight to my bike. “I ask her to come in once in a while to do some cleaning and cooking. She needs the money.”
“A biker with a housekeeper?” I could hear the slight disbelief in her tone. “Am I about to face yet another of your ex’s?”
I grinned. “Hell no, darlin’. Miss Anne is a sweet lady old enough to be my mother. And she makes a mean meatloaf, which is what I asked her to make us for dinner.”
Iris chuckled. “Nothing romantic about meatloaf.” And then she surprised me by saying, “I guess you’re not planning on asking me to marry you.”
I turned back to her when we’d reached my bike. I knew she was teasing, her eyes were swimming with mischief. I ran my hand over her hair, tucking loose strands behind her ear. She was flustered, probably from her remark, but I could tell that she wasn’t backing down. Her little tongue came out, darting across her bottom lip.
“God, don’t make me fuck you right here,” I warned darkly, staring at her kissable lips.
“I’m a mess.”
“A hot mess,” I corrected. I wanted to kiss her so fucking badly, but I knew that it would be a mistake. I wasn’t strong enough to resist her temptation. Everything about Iris got to me on a level of intensity that was so high that I sometimes worried for her, about hurting her. While she was the calm that I needed, she also appealed to the monster inside of me. It hit me then how much this woman meant to me. “I want you for my old lady.”
I hadn’t meant to blurt it out like that.
Her eyes grew round, and I knew right then that she understood the importance of what being an old lady was. She must have been talking to the women. “Vince, I−I didn’t mean−”
“I know, baby.” I clenched my teeth to keep from grabbing her to me. “You’re mine, Iris. And if you don’t want that, you’d better speak up, because after tonight I’ll have claimed all of you.” I thought about my plans for her sweet ass. “There will be no turning back.” She was weighing my words. I could see the indecision in her eyes, which were locked on mine. “Do we get on my bike or not?”
“Yes,” she said after a brief hesitation. And her smile said it all. “I’d be honored to be your old lady, Vince.”
Fuck me. There were tears swimming in her pretty eyes. I couldn’t help it, I pulled her to me and gave her a soft kiss. “Then let’s go, baby.”
The trail I followed to my house was a barely-there motorcycle path through the woods that I’d made myself by going back and forth. It was the quickest way there, and we were climbing off my bike within six minutes. The first thing I noticed was Miss Anne’s car backed up into the garage. I’d had the garage added on when I’d first purchased the house so that I could enter and leave through cover, and for security reasons. I didn’t like leaving my bike out in the open.
“Vince, this is beautiful.” Iris stood looking at my stone house with a pleasant surprise on her face. “This is very old.”
She ran her hands over a corner where it looked like dove tailing. I’d seen it done with log cabins, and whoever had built this house had alternated darker stone on the corners. With the exception of the garage, which had been built out of wood and painted a deep green to match the shutters on the house, I’d pretty much left the outside alone. Over the years, trees and bushes had all but taken over the yard, giving the place an unlived-in look.
I was amused at her reaction over a house. “Come on, we’ll go through the garage.” I took her hand and led the way.
The door leading to the kitchen was open as I’d expected, but as soon as I stepped inside I knew immediately that something wasn’t right. A quick glance around the open floor plan didn’t produce Miss Anne anywhere, and I didn’t hear her usual humming. That left the upstairs. Fuck. I didn’t want to call out, and my gut was telling me that she wasn’t up there anyway. Iris was walking further into the kitchen, exploring the layout and design as she went.
The first thing I needed to do was call Bobby to see if anything strange had come up on the security feed, but first I wanted to make sure that Iris was safe. She had just about reached the threshold leading to the huge living room area. “Iris.” My tone must have alerted her to something being wrong because she stiffened, and then slowly turned to face me with growing concern in her eyes. “Come to me.” She took a step without hesitating.
“No, bitch, stay right here with me.” The cellar door flew open behind her, and Mud stepped out from where he’d been hiding. Iris let out a frightened shriek when he grabbed her from around the waist and jerked her back against him. The gun in his hand was aimed at me. “Looks like you underestimated us,” he said with a sneer.
That’s when Trick made his appearance, emerging from the cellar, too. There was a look of triumph on his craggy-looking face. The bandage wrapped around his head and ear was covered with dirt and dried blood, and made him look more like a cartoon character than the president of an MC.
Trick noticed my look. “Yeah, that’s right, asshole. You shot off my ear, but I’m gonna shoot off something else of yours.” He snickered gruffly. “But first you’ll watch us have a little fun with your woman.”
“I’ll kill her myself before I let you touch her,” I growled, meaning it.
Mud’s brows rose high on his forehead. “Sounds like she means a little more to you than just pussy,” he observed. “That’s gonna make this all so much sweeter.” His free hand went to Iris’s tit and he gave it a hard squeeze.
She cried out and tried to twist away, but he was too strong for her. I clenched my teeth and went for the gun at my back.
“Don’t do it!” Trick yelled. “Or the bitch dies now!”
I halted abruptly at the threat in his voice, reading the truth in his eyes that revealed that he would actually do it. I slowly brought my hand back around without my weapon, not wanting to take a chance with Iris’s life. I’d have to wait for another chance to make my move.
“Mud!” Sassy’s whining voice caught me totally off guard. So the bitch was hiding them! That figured. Her jealous scowl revealed that she didn’t like Mud’s hands on Iris.
“Any other vermin hiding in the cellar?” I asked. “Or did we kill all the rest?”
Tric
k’s face turned red with rage at the reminder of what had gone down at his clubhouse, of all that he’d lost. “You fucker! You’re a dead man!”
Trick had always had a short fuse. He rushed me with a snarl, and within seconds we were in a hands-on fight that took us up and over the island in the center of the kitchen. I grunted upon hitting the floor, the impact jarring my back with Trick’s weight on me. I swung my fist up, clipping him beneath the chin and then slamming it into his nose. Blood sprayed everywhere. He retaliated with hard jabs to my ribs, over and over without letting up, until I was sure at least one of them had cracked. I managed to twist out from beneath him and gripped him by his dirty hair, slamming his head back against the floor several times.
He screamed when I hit his ear dead on. I jumped to my feet, he followed with a snarl. One, two, three punches landed against my lower abdomen as Trick worked his way up my torso. I pulled my arm back and landed a right hook to his eye. His response was a punch to the mouth. Blood spewed from my split lips, but Trick’s nose and mouth were bloody, too, as we continued to go at each other like rabid dogs. I pushed him back to the wall with a punch to the throat. I didn’t wait for him to come for me. While he righted himself I flew at him, slamming my bigger body into his. Our fists were flying, hitting anywhere we could to cause the most damage and wear out the opponent.
“Vince!”
A woman’s scream had me stopping and I swung my head toward Iris, sucking in mouthfuls of air. Mud was holding his gun at her temple. Sassy was standing next to them with a smug look on her face. Trick used the interruption to slam his elbow into my gut and punch me in the face a couple more times. I still had a lot more fight left in me, but knew I’d let that shit Trick beat me into unconsciousness as long as Mud had his gun trained on Iris. Trick was content to hit me a few more times before withdrawing his weapon and aiming it at me. I looked up at him, barely able to see, my face numb from all the blows.
He was laboring for breath, barely able to hold the gun because his hand was shaking so badly. “Get-get in th-the fucking chair!” He used the gun as a pointer. I yanked the chair out from the table and sank down into it. “Sassy! Get your ass over here and make yourself useful.”
“You gonna let him talk to me that way?” Her question was directed at Mud.
He glared at her. “Do what he fucking says.”
She gave Mud a scowl and hurried to Trick’s side. Trick grabbed the toaster off the counter and ripped the cord free. “Tie his hands with this,” he snarled tossing the cord at her.
With two guns on me there was nothing I could do but put my arms behind my back. The cord wasn’t long, but it was enough for Sassy to bind my wrists with. I grinned inside when she was done. It shouldn’t be hard to work the knot loose. Trick and Mud were making one fuck-up after another. She stepped back around and faced me.
“Too bad it came to this, baby, but you had your chance at me.” I tilted my head enough to meet her smiling eyes. “But don’t worry, maybe Mud will let me fuck you one last time after they’re done tearing up your bitch.”
“You really think I want your skanky pussy anywhere near me?” I heard Mud give a short bark of laughter behind her. He didn’t give a fuck about her, but she was too stupid to see it. “I don’t want my dick to fall off.” She slapped me, and I laughed when she turned and stomped away. I was halfway done with working the knot loose.
“Vince−”
Iris was terrified. The fear and uncertainty in her soft, pleading eyes gutted me. Our gazes met, and I willed her to be strong. I couldn’t tell her that everything would be okay, but I knew one thing--I’d tripped the silent alarm that would tell my brothers back at the club that something was going down at my house and that I needed them. There were several places throughout the house that I could trip the alarm. As soon as I’d stepped inside the kitchen and got that prickling sensation on the back of my neck, I’d pressed the tiny button located just inside the door where the trim met the wall. They would be here any minute now.
Seeing the exchange between us, Mud gave me a smirk before running his hand down Iris’s body, stopping between her legs. “I hope you use that nice sweet tone when I’m fucking you,” he grated into her ear. “Can’t speak for my brother, but I plan to fuck every sweet hole you have.”
“Muuud!”
“Shut the fuck up!” he yelled at Sassy’s drawn-out whine.
The fucker was going to die, if it was the last thing I did. I hardened my reserve not to respond to his threats because I knew that’s what he and Trick wanted. When his hand squeezed Iris’s pussy I almost lost it, clenching down so hard that it was a wonder I didn’t break my fucking jaw. The noise that escaped her sounded more like anger than fear, and she jerked against Mud to get away.
“Take your filthy hands off me,” she ground out.
I laughed, bringing their attention back to me. “Don’t fight them, darlin’, that’s what they want. They get off on brutalizing women.”
My reaction pissed Trick off, and he stormed over to me and punched me in the face a couple of times. My head snapped to one side and back before he finished with a hard punch to the mid-section that left me coughing for breath. When I looked up again I gave Trick a bloody smile. He fisted his hand and brought it back to hit me again.
“No, please don’t!” Iris cried out, tears streaming down her cheek now. Trick laughed evilly before punching me in the mouth. My head snapped back. “You’re a fucking coward!” Iris screamed, struggling against Mud’s hold. “Beating a man who can’t hit back!” In spite of being held firmly in Mud’s arms, she twisted around and clawed her nails down his face, leaving long and bloody scratches.
I groaned low, because I knew what was coming next. Mud wasn’t going to take her attack lying down. As Iris went for his eyes in a second attack, Mud was able to lean far enough back so that her nails didn’t reach their mark.
“Bitch!” He back-handed her roughly, before swinging her back around so that she was facing me again. He locked an arm across her tits and one around her waist. Then he leaned forward and bit down hard on her shoulder. Iris’s scream ricocheted through the kitchen.
“You’re fucking dead,” I snarled between my teeth. I was waiting for my brothers to show up, but I couldn’t contain my fucking anger at seeing Mud hurt the woman I loved. The woman I said I’d protect and keep safe. “I’ll fucking gut you for marking her.”
“Gonna do more than mark your bitch,” Trick promised, walking to where Mud was holding a squirming Iris. He yanked her out of Mud’s arms and into his. “You’re gonna die a satisfied woman.” He made it sound like a promise. He swung his gaze back to me. “And you’re gonna get to watch every fucking thing we do to her before you die.” He tried to kiss Iris, but she moved her head back and forth to avoid his mouth.
“No!” Her little fists pushed against his chest. He laughed at her efforts to deny him. “I think we’ll start out with you sucking my dick.” He forced her to her knees with a hand twisted in her hair, and quickly undid his pants. He pulled his semi-erect dick out. “Now suck it, or he dies right now.” She turned her face. Our eyes clashed. I shook my head.
Mud came over to me and put his gun to the side of my temple. Iris’s eyes grew large with fear, but she kept them focused on me. I told her no again with the slightest movement of my head. I knew they were bluffing, because killing me right away would deny them their pleasure of making me suffer by watching them rape her.
“Suck it now, bitch!” Mud demanded. Sassy giggled off to the side. “Or I scatter his fucking brains all over the kitchen.”
I finally spoke. “Don’t do it, baby.”
“Shut up!” Mud pistol whipped me.
Fuck, that hurt, and for a second my vision blurred and I saw fucking stars.
“Suck. It.” He wrapped her hair tighter around his fist, and I could see the struggle between them. He tried to force her face closer to his dick and she twisted her face away, leaning back.
; Tears were swimming in her eyes, and then before anyone saw it coming, she punched Trick straight in the groin. Fuck. This wasn’t going to end well. Trick roared back with pain but he didn’t release Iris. He grabbed her by the front of her shirt and yanked her roughly to her feet.
“You fucking bitch!” he snarled. He picked Iris up and slammed her down on top of the island counter. “You want to play rough?” He slapped her until she was dazed. “I’ll give you rough!”
He tore at her clothes. Mud was so distracted watching what was going on that he lowered his gun hand, removing the barrel from my head. I worked the last knot loose and jumped to my feet with a feral roar, gaining the attention of both men.
Mud swung back to me.
A gun went off.
Chapter 28
Iris
Oh, God!
Oh, God!
Oh, God!
I wasn’t going to survive this. I was lying there helpless, dizzy from so many hits to the face, the metallic taste of blood filling my mouth. My clothes were being ripped off of me by a rabid animal that was going to defile me. As I fought the darkness threatening to suck me under, I blinked up at the man’s savage expression, the bloody mess of his face, as he concentrated solely on stripping me naked. I knew once he got my pants off that he was going to rape me. I gripped the waist of my pants and we entered into a tug of war while he tried to yank them down.
In a last ditch effort to hurt him, I kicked out aimlessly, catching him in his chest with enough strength that he stumbled back. Before I could move he was right back where he’d left off, back handing me so hard that this time I saw stars.
“Fucking cunt!” he snarled, hitting me a second time. “I’m gonna enjoy tearing into you!”
I heard Vince’s roar of anger and became aware that he’d somehow gotten free. I saw a surge of movement out of the corner of my eye, and heard sounds that revealed that there was something more going on in the kitchen. I thought I could hear a door being kicked in, but all that was cut short when the loud bang of a gun tore through the chaos. Vince! Was my first panicked thought, had he been shot? The monster leaning over me glanced up, and the next thing I knew he was ripped off of me and propelled across the room, hitting the wall with a resounding thud.
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