Claimed: Death Dealers MC Book 3

by Sapphire, Alana

“Sorry. It’s the, uh...” he glances nervously at Raven then back to me, “...site.”

  “Fuck!”

  The ‘site’ can only be my warehouse. The place is like a fortress and there are surveillance cameras everywhere. It’s isolated and no one really knows about it. Him coming to get me means someone either found a way in or is trying to get in. Fuck!

  He slowly backs away then leaves. I slam the door, frustration taking hold as I turn to Raven. She’s already moved from the position I put her in, looking resigned because she knows I have to leave. Maybe I can be quick. Then again, once I start, I know I won’t be able to stop.

  Fuck, fuck, fuck!

  She sees my indecision and smirks, throwing off the blanket. Turning on her side, she strikes a seductive pose and bites into her lip. Fuck it. Just a little taste. I grab her ankles and pull her to the edge of the bed then fall to my knees. I lick my lips in anticipation as I spread her legs. I missed her taste. She grabs a handful of my hair and pushes my face into her soaked pussy. I slide my tongue between her lips, licking up as much of her juices as I can. She moans, pulling hard on my hair.

  “Fuck, woman. You taste amazing.”

  I swear I could eat her for breakfast, lunch, dinner, and everything in between. Why did I start this? It’s only that much harder to leave now. She yelps as I bite down gently on her clit. I pull away and reluctantly get to my feet.

  “I gotta go, doll.”

  “Seriously?” she asks in wide-eyed incredulity. “You’re going to get me started and leave?”

  “I’ll be back as soon as I can. Don’t touch yourself.”

  “Why the fuck not?”

  I lean over her, my face inches from hers. “It’s been a week since I made you come, Raven. The next orgasm you have, my dick will be buried inside that tight pussy of yours. Got it?”

  She swallows hard and nods. “Got it.”

  “Good. Be in this bed when I get back.”

  “Yes, Daddy.” She gives me attitude, rolling her eyes.

  I drag my clothes back on and give her a quick kiss before I leave. I can’t wait to come back and finish what I started.

  ***Raven***

  As soon as he walks out the door, I reach between my legs and start rubbing my clit. He’s crazy if he thinks he’s going to leave me hanging. Maybe it’s payback for all the times he ended up with blue balls. I snicker at the thought. I wonder if he jacked off on those nights. Ugh! I stop touching myself and put my panties and top on. The man has ruined masturbation for me. Now that I know what the real thing is like, it just doesn’t feel the same.

  I grab my sketch pad and colored pencils, and then climb back into bed. As I try to choose a color, I realize I haven’t used them since he got them for me. Everything I’ve drawn since then has been so…dark. Despite that, I reach for the black. I know I’m going to draw Gage, and you can’t draw the Reaper without black, right? This time, though, I also grab a few shades of blue to make sure I get the color of his eyes right. No more red eyes.

  I put my MP3 player on shuffle, and let my fingers glide over the blank sheet before I start. I rarely plan what to draw; I just clear my mind and let my hands roam free. By the time I’m done, I have a portrait of us – as the Grim Reaper and Lady Death. Instead of a cape, I have wings. I’m standing before him in a very Superman-esque pose, wings spread. The arm holding his scythe is draped over my shoulder and we’re both wearing fierce expressions – not evil, just ones that say we can handle anything thrown at us. I stencil in “Rage” at the top in big, bold letters, surrounded by blue flames. I hold it out in front of me to get a better look and decide I’m definitely framing it. I think I’ll hang it above our bed. In the house. I hope he was serious because I cannot wait to move.

  I put away my sketch pad and fall back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. I’m bored now. What the hell am I supposed to do? Grabbing my phone, I decide to see what Chrissy’s doing.

  R: What are u up 2?

  C: Nothing! Bored!

  R: Me, too!

  C: Let’s do something.

  R: K. What?

  C: Scythe?

  R: I don’t have anything to wear.

  C: I got you! Be there in an hour.

  I hop into the shower to save time until she gets here. I’m a little nervous. I haven’t been out in a while, but I’m bored and have no idea when Gage is coming back. Chrissy arrives with a flourish, looking gorgeous in a white, backless mini-dress. She hands me a gift-wrapped box and sits on the bed, encouraging me to open it. Inside is a black mini-dress with a plunging neckline.

  “I bought it for –” she stops, bites her lip, then continues, “I bought it a couple months ago and never got the chance to give it to you.”

  Now I understand. It was my birthday gift. “I love it. Thank you.” I pull her to her feet and throw my arms around her. She returns my hug, squeezing tightly. I push the memory of that night out of my mind, get dressed, and then we go in search of Ron. I contemplate sending Gage a text but decide against it. I’m an adult. I can do whatever the fuck I want and he’ll just have to deal with it. That’s what I tell myself as I climb into the car before a little voice in my mind says, Yeah…right. He will not be a happy man when he returns and I’m not where he told me to be.

  ***Gage***

  “How did you find this place?” I ask the intruder for a third time. I already cracked open his face and he’s lost a few teeth, but he still hasn’t told me what I want to hear.

  I adjust my brass knucks and slam my fist into his face again. We caught him trying to break into the warehouse, and I need to know who sent him.

  “Look, man,” he groans and spits blood. “All I know is a guy paid me a grand in cash, told me how to get here, and said I could keep anything I took. I swear I didn’t know it was yours.”

  “What did he look like?”

  “It was dark. I didn’t get a good look.”

  “Did you tell anyone else about it?”

  “No one, I swear. Please…please, don’t kill me.”

  “You tried to steal from me. Why shouldn’t I kill you?” I ask.

  “He…he was wearing a jacket like yours. I didn’t see what was on it, though.”

  “Like this?” I point to my cut.

  “Yeah. He said he’d find me in a few days and give me another grand if I pulled it off.”

  I take a deep breath and look into his eyes. I believe him. If another MC is bent on causing trouble, I need to find out who they are. Maybe he can help me.

  “You know what? I’m not going to kill you.”

  Relief floods his features. “Thank you, thank you!”

  “But…I need information. I need to know who this guy is, and you’re going to find out. You don’t…I will find you and I will put you in the ground. Got it?”

  “I will. I promise.”

  I nod to the guys to release him, but then I draw my Glock and point it between his frightened eyes. “Forget you were ever here, yeah?”

  He nods vigorously then runs off, tripping over air. “Make sure you keep a tab on him,” I tell Tek as we leave. Now that’s over with, I can get back to the clubhouse and finish what I started with Raven. Shit. My dick gets hard as I think about it.

  After an uncomfortable ride, I hurry inside to my woman but find an empty room instead. The fuck? I call her, but it just rings then goes to voicemail. As I’m about to call back, she texts me.

  R: At Scythe.

  G: On my way.

  I see her the moment I enter the club. It’s hard not to; she’s the most gorgeous woman in here. More than that, my eyes are drawn to her on instinct. She’s in the middle of the dancefloor, eyes closed, caught up in the music. Chrissy is dancing with her and they’re both running their hands over each other’s bodies. As usual, every motherfucker in here is staring at her. A part of me is pissed the fuck off, but the other part? Proud as hell. They can look but only I get to touch.

  I lean on the bar and watch her. She’s
mesmerizing, moving in sync with the slow, seductive beat. When she opens her eyes, they land right on me, as if she already knew I was here. Biting the corner of her bottom lip, she begins sliding her hands over her body. Her dress is skin-tight, clinging to every delicious curve, barely covering her ass and tits. She makes the dress look amazing, but all I can think about is getting her out of it. She stares at me, mouthing the lyrics of the song, looking like a sexy siren. I’d wreck my ship on her island any day. I grab my hard dick, adjusting it as it strains against my jeans. Her hands move slowly over her breasts, hips, and back up as she tells me she wants to show me how proud she is to be mine, and leaving her dress on the floor. At least we agree on that. She combs her fingers through her hair then crooks her finger, beckoning me.

  I move through the crowd, our gazes locked the entire time while she sings along with the song. As I stand before her, she licks her lips and angles her head for a kiss. I lean in but at the last moment, she turns her back to me and starts grinding on me. I look down, biting into my bottom lip as her ass glides left to right across my dick. She bends at the waist and whips her hair as she straightens. I grab her hips and pull her closer so she feels what she’s doing to me.

  Turning her head, she raises her lips to mine. She whispers against them, again telling me through the song that she’s proud to be mine. So am I. Fucking proud she’s mine. I wrap my fingers around her throat and keep her in place as I press my lips her hers. Using my tongue, I brand her as mine in front of everyone in the club. When she moans, I know I can’t wait a moment longer to be inside her. I break the kiss and grab her hand. I look behind me to find Chrissy, make sure she’s taken care of, and I see her and Ron in a corner. Pulling Raven behind me, I start heading for the exit.

  “Wait. Where are we going?”

  “Home.”

  “But I’m not ready,” she whines. “I wanna dance.”

  I stop and turn to her, placing my lips at her ear. “I wanna fuck.”

  She shivers against me but still gives me attitude. “You’re the one who left me alone while you went off and did God knows what.”

  That reminds me, she didn’t do as she was told. I pull her into the archway and forcefully back her up on the wall. She stares up at me in wide-eyed shock, lips parted.

  “You’ve been a bad girl, Raven.”

  ***Raven***

  “I told you to wait for me,” he growls.

  “I got bored.”

  “Bored?” he asks in disbelief. “The entire time I was gone, all I could think about was you and your pussy...getting home and diving into that shit.”

  Diving? What does he think I am, a fucking pool? “Diving?”

  “As wet as you get for me, babe, ain’t no other way to describe it.”

  I swallow hard. As crude as he is, I still find it sexy as hell. “That shit?”

  Grabbing my thighs, he picks me up, wrapping my legs around his hips. He presses against me, leaving no room between his dick and my pussy. I fight the urge to moan.

  “This shit. My shit,” he proclaims.

  Dear. God. I want nothing more than for him to dive into his shit right now, but I don’t know why I have to be such a smart-ass. “Baby Jesus. Can’t you control that thing?”

  “Not when it’s in its happy place.”

  Fuck. “It’s happy place?”

  “Right between your thighs, baby doll.”

  Double fuck. “We’re in public!”

  “I give zero fucks. You’re mine. If I want to fuck you on the stage in front of everyone, I can. Just be glad I don’t want anyone seeing your sexy ass.”

  “Caveman much?”

  He grinds his hips against me, pressing his hard-on onto my pussy. My muscles clench and I suck in a breath. He leans closer, his lips a whisper from mine. Fuck. That stage is looking pretty good right now.

  “There are few things in this life that are certain, Raven. But there’s one thing I know without a shadow of a doubt. You. Belong. To me.”

  That’s it. No more smart-ass comments. I grab his shirt and tug him to me, pressing my lips to his. Instantly, he takes over, parting my lips with his tongue. His fingers dig into my ass cheeks and he presses me even harder onto his erection. I moan and whimper, grabbing at his clothes and hair, tightening my legs around him and grinding my hips. Without warning, he releases me and places me on my feet.

  “Upstairs. Now.”

  I lead the way to his office, power-walking my way to that bitch. I can’t even express how badly I need him right now. Glancing back at him as we move through the crowd, I see the single-minded purpose in his eyes and demeanor. The world could come crashing down around us and it wouldn’t matter to him; he’s getting inside me no matter what.

  He unlocks the door and I hurry inside, pulling my dress up as I hop onto his desk. He drops his cut on a chair and reaches behind him to pull his T-shirt over his head. The only light in the room is coming from the strobe lights downstairs, and the different colors play on his body as he moves toward me. Fuck, he’s hot. My muscles tighten. He steps between my legs and grabs my ass, dragging me forward. I reach for him but he pulls me off the desk and to my feet, promptly turning me around. He grinds his erection on my ass and I moan, pressing back into him.

  “Hands up,” he whispers in my ear.

  I comply and he slowly removes my dress, allowing the material to caress my skin. Once it’s off, he tosses it aside and retrieves a rubber band from the organizer on his desk. My breathing becomes erratic as he puts my hair in a ponytail. What is he going to do? His fingers glide down my spine, and my back arches as the resulting shiver spreads through me. He kisses his way slowly down my body, nipping at my flesh as he goes. I throw my head back, quivering with need. My clit is pulsating, longing for attention. His fingers curl into my panties and he pulls them slowly down, leaving them around my ankles. As he straightens, he slides his fingers up my legs and thighs, over my hips, and up my sides.

  “Gage…”

  “Hands on the desk and spread your legs.”

  I part them as far as my constraint will allow and brace my palms on the flat surface. He walks around the desk to stand before me, then leans forward and licks my right nipple. I close my eyes and moan as his tongue swirls, feeling it harden beneath his attention. He moves to the left, sucking on it while his fingers tweak the right. Then pain shoots through me. I gasp and look down to see a small binder clip on my right nipple.

  “Ow!”

  He quirks a concerned brow at me. “Too much?”

  I give myself time to adjust and find it’s not so bad. It actually feels pretty good.

  “No.”

  He clamps the second one on, making me wince. Jesus. I want to squeeze my thighs together to ease the ache, but I can’t. Flicking one of the clips with his finger, he draws a helpless whimper out of me.

  “Good girl.”

  Pain? What pain? Those two words just made it all go away. He stands behind me once more and caresses my ass cheeks, his palms gently kneading my flesh. Oh, God. He’s going to spank me. My body swallows up the knowledge, my pussy juices dripping down my thigh.

  “Look.” He grasps my chin and directs my gaze to the crowd below.

  They’re all oblivious down there, caught up in a world of music, alcohol, and sex – or the potential of sex. He pushes against me, his warm breath caressing my ear. Goose bumps pepper my skin.

  “All those fuckers down there…they want you. They want what’s mine.”

  His voice is husky, shaking with barely controlled anger. He flattens his palm on my stomach, then at a snail’s pace, slides it down to cup my pussy. I gasp as he parts my lips with his finger. His other hand moves to my breast, fidgeting with the clip on my nipple. I roll my hips, grinding on his erection as he circles my clit. He presses his lips to my ear, his voice thick and gravelly.

  “They can’t have you. I will kill every. Last. Fucking. One of them.”

  I’m trembling like it’s below zero
in the room. Shuddering breaths overwhelm me, rapid and rampant. What he does to me is unnatural. This can’t be normal, can it? No woman should react this way to a man. His hand leaves my breast and returns to my ass, soliciting a guttural moan.

  “Gage…”

  The first smack lands on my left cheek. I flinch but don’t cry out. While soothing that cheek, another blow lands on my right.

  “You have no clue, Raven. No fucking idea what you do to me.”

  His voice is sex itself. It penetrates me on a primal level where only a man and his woman exist. He’s right. I belong to him. He slaps me again and plunges a finger inside me.

  “Dios!”

  “Fuck, you’re so wet.” He places his lips at my ear once more and grabs my ponytail, yanking my head back. “Don’t you ever take my pussy away from me again.” Another finger joins the party, and I lose track of how many times he smacks me as he fucks me with his fingers. “You hear me?”

  “Yes!”

  “Yes, what?”

  “Yes, I hear you!” I shout.

  “And?”

  Fuck. He wants to have a conversation right now? It’s damn near impossible to concentrate on anything. “I won’t leave again.”

  “Why?”

  “Because I’m yours.”

  “That’s right.”

  He removes his fingers and I shiver at the sound of his zipper. Without ceremony, he grabs my hips and slams into me. I cry out and he curls his fingers over my shoulders, keeping me in place as he buries himself deep. When he begins to move, he pulls no punches. He rams into me repeatedly, releasing his frustrations from the past week.

  “Gage…oh, God!”

  His hands slide back to my hips and he moves faster, his balls slapping against my mound.

  “Chucha madre!”

  He grunts and fucks me harder, tugging on my ponytail. Jesus. We haven’t been doing this long but he’s never been this…brutal. This is the part of him he told me about. The part that doesn’t do romance or relationships. This is Reaper. The man you see if you want someone killed or, if you’re a woman, a good fuck. And I fucking love this part of him, too.