City Of Sin_A Mafia & MC Romance Collection

by K. J. Dahlen

  Once we were outside, Rio dragged me far enough out into the parking lot that the exterior flood lights couldn’t reach us, then he slapped me hard across the face.

  My lips and check burned from the hit then went numb, but I didn’t cry out. I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction.

  He threw me against the side of a truck and slapped me again.

  “Taking out some of that impotent rage, Rio? Remy’s going to fucking kill you,” I spat at him.

  “Fuck you, cunt. I’ll show you who’s impotent!”

  I slapped away his hands as best I could, but he punched all the air from me with a blow to my stomach. I collapsed. My shoes and pants were ripped off while I wheezed in agony. I kicked feebly and scratched at his face, but my strength had drained away.

  Rio was on top of me, squeezing my tits through the thin work shirt.

  “Remy...” I cried out weakly through a torrent of coughs. The air was only now starting to return to my lungs.

  I struggled, but Rio was deceptively strong. With one hand, he had my wrists pinned and was fondling my tits with the other. He started slobbering down my chest and painfully chewed my nipples. It felt like my chest was being scrubbed with worn-through sandpaper. His beard wasn’t uniformly stubbly like Remy’s; it was a scraggly mustache with sporadic tufts of hair in between bald flesh all along his chin.

  “Remy!” I screamed, finally finding the air to do so.

  “Shut the fuck up, bitch. The only thing he’s going to hear is the gunshot when I’m done.” Rio reached into his pants and pulled out his hairy, uncircumcised penis.

  It had a weird bend to it. I couldn’t imagine a more horrible looking dick. He had me bound so much that I could only squirm.

  “Who the fuck does he think he is? Next year, I’m gonna be running the show.”

  “Remy.” My voice was little more than a whisper.

  “I fucking told you! He can’t h—”

  “I’m here.”

  I didn’t think it was real. There was no way Remy could’ve heard me.

  Remy kicked Rio in the ribs with such force that the man lifted off the ground. Remy knelt down beside me to see how badly I was hurt.

  “I’m OK,” I said through a whimper, shivering at such an awful violation.

  Wordlessly, Remy stood back up and walked over to Rio who was just finding his feet.

  “My fucking ribs...” Rio started protesting, but was abruptly cut off when Remy grabbed the back of his head and smashed his face into the driver’s side window of the truck. The glass didn’t break with the first hit, but Rio’s nose did. Blood smeared across the clear pane like a Rorschach test.

  I shuddered as wet, red flecks sprinkled my face and shoulder. The second smash bashed in the window and when Rio’s face was pulled back out it was a horror show.

  I almost felt bad for him. Almost. Although there were no large chunks of glass in him, the skin on his face and neck was shredded from the impact. One eyelid had been torn off completely, the mutilated orb beneath was just pulp. Nausea flooded me, forcing my eyes away.

  Remy took a long hard look back at me to bolster himself against whatever doubts he might’ve had over his own brutality.

  I know my face was bloody where Rio had slapped me. I was doubled over, lying on the ground, near-naked, wet, filthy, and shivering. I was a wretched sight.

  Visible rage bubbled within Remy at what had been done to me. My pain and anguish was the catalyst, it turned Remy into a hammer. Rio was the nail. “So eager to replace your father.” Remy opened Rio’s other eye wide with his fingers. “Do you see me, little Deadeye?”

  Rio gargled blood and spat a wet wad of gore onto the ground. None of the words that escaped his wreckage of a face was intelligible.

  “Rio?” Remy asked.

  “…Yes.” Rio started sobbing.

  “Do you see me?” Remy repeated.

  “Yes, fuck. Yes! I see you.”

  “I did this to you.” Remy growled softly in his ear. “Say it.”

  “Yes... please... sorry...” Rio’s limp form was shaking. He was saying anything he could to get the torture to stop.

  It wasn’t what Remy wanted to hear so he stuck his thumb into the mutilated, milky hole where Rio’s mangled eye was a few moments before. Rio screamed and thrashed at an unfathomably specific kind of pain.

  I screamed too, but clasped my hands over my mouth. I will never forget the sight of an eyeball popping like a pimple or that hideous sound! It was like someone crushed a cherry tomato filled with yogurt.

  It was frightening to see that Remy had the capacity for this much unflinching violence.

  Normal people didn’t do these kinds of things to people!

  Normal people didn’t willingly watch them happen either. Something dark shifted inside me... I needed to see this. I needed to see a man like Rio taken apart for what he’d done to me.

  “Say. It,” Remy was vengeance given form.

  “You did it! Youdidityoudidityoudidit!”

  Remy released him. He took a moment to clean his hands on Rio’s shirt, then stood the man up and pushed him toward the bar.

  I thought he was going to drop dead right there, but aside from the grotesque disfiguring, he really only had some broken bones, a bunch of cuts and well, only one working eye now.

  For better or worse, that monster would survive.

  Remy put down the tailgate of the truck and helped me up into it. I had put most of my clothes back on at this point. I could see genuine compassion in his eyes before I looked away. After all that, I wasn’t ready to meet his gaze fully.

  The grey button-up he wore was pulled off so he could use it to wipe the blood from my face and shoulders. Remy’s skin was a network of scars and tattoos. It was the roadmap of a tragic life lived violently.

  “How am I still alive?” With my finger I traced the ragged line I’d cut across his chest earlier today. The cut I’d given him this morning had been cleaned, but wasn’t deep enough to merit stitches, probably just bandages, not that he’d bothered. I wasn’t sorry I had done it. We were different people back then and at this breakneck speed, who knew what kind of person I’d be in another six hours.

  “Turns out you’re stronger than you thought.” His words, though still tinged with residual violence, were soothing. “You’re full of unforeseen surprises, aren’t you, Star?”

  “No, I mean… Back inside. Your vote, it was so outnumbered.”

  “Motorcycle Clubs like ours.” He began. Remy wasn’t the kind of guy to explain his lifestyle to anyone, so he struggled to find the right words. “In matters of life and death, if just one person says Nay, then the Nays have it. Most of the time. Top would’ve overturned it. We were lucky Deadeye showed up.”

  “I don’t understand,” I said. “Who is Deadeye? Isn’t Top in charge?”

  “Top is our local chapter’s president, yeah, but Deadeye’s the national president. He’s one of the two guys who originally formed the Steel Veins back in the day, and oversees all the chapters in the US. Deadeye’s word is law.” Remy was distinctly deliberate when he said this. This was obviously something that was taken very seriously.

  “Did you know that he’d side with you?” I asked.

  Remy looked off and didn’t say anything. He didn’t know. He put himself on the line, not having any idea how it would turn out. His reputation, his aspirations, and maybe even his life—he risked it all for me!

  When his dark, endless eyes finally found me again, I broke down and just started crying. It was the gravity of everything finally pulling me back to Earth. I mean, fuck!

  How did I even begin to deal with all this?

  Remy’s fingers slid across my scalp, and instantly I started to feel better. I actually got embarrassed at the tearful display, and wiped my eyes as quickly as possible. For some reason, I didn’t want him to see me as this spoiled, weak girl. But in all honesty, that was exactly what I was a little over twenty-four hours ago.
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br />   God, I felt terrible.

  To my utter amazement, he pulled me gently to his stomach. I could feel his breath and heartbeat through his rigid abs. I didn’t think he was even capable of tenderness. The man still terrified the shit out of me, but somehow made me feel safe at the same time.

  “Holy shit! Rio is Deadeye’s son!” The realization slapped me like a wet fish. “Did you just blind the national president’s son?!”

  “The little fucker deserved it.” Remy chuckled sardonically.

  “What’s going to happen to you?” I slid off the truck and gazed up at him. His hair looked a mess.

  “Whatever it is I’ll handle it,” he said.

  I couldn’t help but worry. Although seeing him smile immediately made me smile. If anyone could handle it, it was Remy. “Listen, I see now, all the things you’ve done for me. I just want to say thank—” Abruptly, he swept me up into a glorious kiss. I’ve been kissed before, but never like this. It was sharp, passionate and wonderful. His lips were dry and cracked, but I didn’t care. Our tongues teased and trespassed. He bit my lip lightly. I sighed heavily, my breath stolen. The beating I’d taken by Rio turned Remy’s every touch into crackled electricity across my face.

  I could’ve stopped him, I think, but I didn’t mind the pain. It was thrilling.

  My mouth was abandoned. The slow scratch of his rough chin scraped down my neck, occasionally broken by his firm lips, or even more sparsely, by unyielding teeth. I ran my fingers through his hair and my nails over his neck and corded shoulders.

  He grabbed me easily in one arm, lifting me off the truck to hang in the air, pressed against him. He held me there and dragged his lower lip across my collarbone.

  I crushed my legs around his rigid frame. He could’ve let go completely and I wouldn’t have fallen. My foot clipped the handle of that big revolver Remy kept in the back of his waistband. The more I touched him, the less I could let go.

  My head rolled back and before I knew it, he was on top of me on the bed of someone’s weather-worn pickup truck. His hand on the back of my head shielded me from the impact. The rear shocks groaned and gave way to the weight of our bodies before springing back up, we hardly noticed. Beer cans and what sounded like loose scrap metal rattled around in the bed.

  I tore my shirt off, we were past decency. I could see the compassion drain from his eyes. It was replaced with something more primal; that familiar spark of danger. My lower back snapped into a wicked arch as his tongue made smooth lines from my navel to across my ribcage. He lost himself in the slightly salty taste and scent of my supple skin. I could feel his teeth more and more.

  I liked it.

  I was mesmerized by the scars. He had so many, not just on his chest but his back and sides too. What did this to him? I couldn’t ponder long. Remy’s hand clamped down on the crotch of my pants and in one quick jerk tore them down to my ankles.

  Fuck, this was really happening.

  A swell of resolve burned through me. I was done being passive.

  I had to fill both hands full of his dark brown hair to have the strength I needed. I wrenched his head backwards. My pussy screamed for his touch so much that I was actually trembling. I would have to wait just a little longer. The surprise etched across his face was worth every agonizing second. He wanted me. I could feel how bad he wanted it.

  I was right here, but he couldn’t have it, not just yet.

  Remy watched as I moved fingers across my lower pink lips. Playing lightly in practiced rhythm. I knew what I liked. I think the only reason he didn’t overcome my feeble defenses was because he studied me. My every flick, rub and pinch carved definitively into his memory.

  With a growl of…Enough was enough! He tore his head free and dove for me. I scooted out of the way and flipped him onto his back. He let it happen of course, but did so with a measure of surprise at how aggressive I could be. I had the feeling he was always the one doing the fucking.

  Oh, really? He didn’t need to say the words. An entertained chuckle and smile accompanied a soft glare that said… okay, give me your best shot.

  So, I did. I walked out of my discarded pants and stood naked before him in the surprisingly quiet parking lot out in the middle of nowhere. The dance I’d done for him on the bar came to mind and my hips started to move all by themselves.

  A near inaudible Mmmmm sound escaped him. I’d wanted to dance for him privately since the second I crawled toward him across the bar. This time it was my cruelty that knew no bounds as I rubbed myself all over.

  My hands pushed up along his tight thighs to either side of the massive bulge of his crotch. My nimble fingers unbuttoned the length of his jeans. With every freed button, I feared the added stress pressing from his escaping cock threatened to push right through the denim.

  His pants intact, I slid them to his knees with a shadow of the force he’d used on me. His forgotten revolver flopped out comically. Remy’s eyes narrowed slightly, as I nervously picked the gun up. The gun sat surprisingly comfortably in my hand.

  My chest sharply rose and fell with the realization of how much power I now held. I didn’t know exactly what, but I had the general feeling I could change things with this gun.

  “How do you feel?” Remy asked not moving. His muscles were all taught like a coiled snake, ready to strike if he needed to.

  “Good.” I swallowed hard, wrapping my fingers tighter around the cold handle. “Powerful. Dangerous.”

  “The real power comes from knowing that a gun is just a tool. There are so many ways to destroy a person. Inside and out.” Remy’s hard eyes seemed to look right through me.

  Even unarmed, Remy was the most intimidating person I’d ever met. I gently placed the gun further back in the truck bed and turned my idle fingers to his hard body instead. A surge of sexual energy pumped through my veins when I looked back into his eyes.

  Remy propped himself up on his elbows to watch my every labored motion as I pulled down his heavy jeans. It was unbelievably hard to control myself, and keep to the slow speed I’d set. The thin layer of ash grey briefs could barely constrain his hard-on. He flexed and his cock straightened. I shook the images of its long length sliding into me aside and grabbed it.

  His cock throbbed in my hand.

  I pulled the fabric back and plunged his cock deep into the back of my mouth. Careful to avoid using my teeth I bobbed slow, working his stem with my hand. I maintained eye contact with him the whole time. His lips cracked apart, baring clenched teeth. The impenetrable walls in his stoic resolve cracked and that only spurred me on faster. My hands and lips worked his wet flesh. I squeezed, sucked and pumped until at last, Remy’s head lulled back and finally, he groaned. For a moment, I thought that was going to be it, he would come and that would be the end.

  How wrong I was.

  When I worked my tongue around the tip of his swollen head, he pulled me off him. A panicked flinch made me wonder if we were under attack again, but Remy didn’t look concerned and that settled my nerves a bit.

  Leaning forward, he peeled off the truck bed and picked me up and in such a way that his hard cock grinded against my thigh and the lips of my pussy. He held me in the air a moment before bringing us down on the hood of an old Toyota Camry parked next to the truck. I landed hard on my back with a loud crunch, Remy on top of me. I was sure that we’d just put sizable dent in the metal hood. I grunted from the impact, but wasn’t too bothered by it. If anything, the roughness only made me hornier and want him that much more.

  Remy hardly noticed the force, he’d submitted fully to insatiable lust. His eyes flared with masculine intensity as he griped his cock and slowly slid it into me, he was going to fuck me through this car.

  I tried to get my bearings, but it didn’t matter, Remy was a force of nature. My eyes glazed over with every thick, hot inch he pushed into me. He was bigger than I thought he’d be. I could tell it was taking everything he had to ease in slowly, but once he was fully in, there was no stopping h
im. Quickly ramping up in speed and force, he slammed into me again and again. That thick, hard cock filled every part of me. My stomach contracted, I could only take in rapid shallow breaths and for fuck’s sake, I couldn’t stop moaning!

  Remy was a machine that was set to escalation. Faster. Harder. His nails dug into my ass as he slid himself into me, before violently pushing away. The car’s hood was slick with sweat as he manhandled me. My legs split to either side of him as he thrust in over and over, my pussy vibrated with soreness and ecstasy.

  I was no virgin, but I’d never experienced anything like this. I couldn’t think. Everything was a blur of motion, strength and sweat, pleasure and pain. I never in a million years thought I could like rough sex, but this was… fucking life-affirming!

  This was what it was like to be fucked.

  I laughed between wailing moans. My whole body was dancing lights. I wanted him to rip me in half, and when he threw my haphazardly flailing legs over his shoulders, I swear to god, he almost did! My wail became a scream. He pushed in so deep—I thought the lump in the back of my throat was his cock. He leaned back enough to take in my writhing body beneath him. His dark smirk cracked into a wider smile, then he dove back into my neck. Remy had my throat in his teeth.

  I wanted it so badly I could cry.

  “Fuuu—!” My words betrayed me, not that they were worth saying or in my control. Regardless, I held on for dear life while spurring him on. I was fucking a killer. My every fiber tingled. I bit my lower lip and pushed my chin up to the stars above as an orgasm rocketed through me with soul crushing force. Muscles I didn’t know existed contracted. My pussy tightened like a slick vice around that throbbing piston.

  Remy wouldn’t stop.

  Two, three, four. I felt like a rocket ship leaving the earth’s atmosphere. His dick and these aftershocks were shaking me apart. There would be nothing left of me after this. I was completely enthralled with him. I’d shaken this demon from his apathy and I had to deal with his passionate consequences!