Gods & Monsters

by Jani Kay

  I closed my eyes as fear washed over me. Daemon was known for his knife skills. He had a morbid fascination with cutting up people’s faces. God, please—I don’t want that happening to me.

  “Daemon, please stop.” Tears burned in my throat.

  “Keep begging. The more you do, the more it makes my cock hard. I love when bitches beg. Makes me feel like the king of the world.”

  Sick fuck.

  I pressed my lips together. No more begging.

  The bed dipped as he moved over me. I turned my face away, squeezing my eyes shut.

  Where the fuck is Cobra? Why isn’t he back yet?

  I wanted my husband to save me. I wanted him to kill Daemon for doing this to me. After the Don was dead, I’d never wanted a man to die as much as I wanted Daemon dead now.

  Belt straps tightened around both wrists as Daemon pulled me up the bed and tied me to the headboard. This nightmare was far from over. Maybe I should scream. Surely one of the brothers would come and rescue me?

  “Don't even think of screaming. Think about Cobra—the shame you’ll bring him. Seducing and fucking another man when he turns his back because of a quarrel.”

  Pain shot through my jaw as he squeezed my cheeks together forcefully. He was right. I didn’t want anyone to see me like this. Especially not Cobra.

  No screaming. Only in my head.

  “I want to taste you. I want to know you on my tongue. I've wanted you, Alessandra, from the first moment I laid eyes on you. But as fucking usual, Cobra had beaten me to it. I should have killed the cocksucker that night in Mexico. Then you would’ve been mine. Mine.”

  His hands trailed down my body, over my breasts, down my stomach. I squeezed my knees together as he moved down the bed.

  “Open your legs for me, Alessandra.”

  I squeezed my thighs harder. A slap stung my face, and my eyes watered.

  “I love a good fight. But that was for disobeying me. I will taste your cunt. I will have you suck my cock. The more you fight, the harder I’m going to fuck you, babe.”

  He grabbed hold of my knees and pushed my legs apart then grabbed hold of my ankle and tied it to the foot end of the bed with his shirt. I used every ounce of my strength to fight it, but he knocked my wind out with his elbow. He was just too strong. My legs shook from the exertion and my whole body trembled with exhaustion and fear.

  Repeating it with the other leg, he tied me down so that I lay spread-eagled. His eyes raked my body, staring at my pussy. Daemon smiled down at me.

  “I do believe that is the most beautiful cunt I’ve ever seen. And I've seen many.” His finger traced over my pussy lips, causing me to squirm. He licked his index finger and circled my clit. Slowly. Purposely.

  “The caramel color of your skin. The way your pussy is swelling under my fingers. I think you like what I’m doing, don’t you?”

  I shook my head, biting into my bottom lip. Why the fuck was my pussy responding to his touch? Why was my body doing this to me? I hated this man and everything he stood for, yet I could feel myself getting wet. It was so wrong. Shame washed over me.

  Cobra, please come back. Please stop this from happening.

  Two fingers plunged inside me. My whole body jerked in response.

  “Jesus, you love being fucked. My brother is a lucky man to have such a responsive woman.”

  He brought his fingers to his lips and licked my juices off. His eyes rolled back in his head for a moment. “This is what my brother has every fucking day? You taste so fucking good, baby. No wonder he guards you like he does. I’d fight for this pussy too.”

  “Daemon, stop. Don't do this. It’s not right. Cobra is your twin, for God’s sake.”

  “We’ve shared everything. The womb we were born from, my mother’s breasts. Toys, clothes, and girls before you came along. Why not the same woman? I want what Cobra has. I want you.”

  “Never. You can never have me. You can do to my body what you want, but you will never have my heart. That belongs to Cobra. Always has, since I was eleven. Nothing will change that. Not even how my body responds to you. It means nothing.”

  “Nothing? Your fucking cunt is wet and you think it’s nothing? I’m going to make you fucking cum in my mouth, baby. Tell me that's nothing.”

  He dipped his head between my legs and took one long lick over my pussy. At first I fought him, shaking like a leaf as his tongue worked on my clit. It seemed to spur him on even more, his hands gripping my hips to hold me still as he ate my pussy like a starved man. I closed my eyes and went to another place. A faraway place on the back of my husband’s bike, the wind in my hair, his heart beating under my palms.

  “Cum, Alessandra. I command you.”

  I laughed as tears fell from my eyes and ran into my hair. “Never. I can’t come just because you’re between my legs. You don’t understand, do you? It’s not just sex . . . or fucking. I love Cobra. I love him with all my heart. I can only come when it’s him, because it’s him. I come because I love him and I give it to him, not because he commands me.”

  “Your body likes me. Your pussy is wet. You can’t deny it.”

  I screwed my eyes shut, squirming at his words.

  “No. I don’t love you.”

  “Well, my fucking cock loves you.”

  The mattress dipped again as he moved up the bed. His fingers tangled in my hair, jerking my head around. My eyes flew open when I felt his weight on me. He’d straddled my body and his cock was mere inches from my face. Hard. Throbbing. Pre-cum glistening in the light.

  “Suck me, bitch. I wanna come in your mouth and over your tits.”

  I clenched my teeth and pressed my lips hard together. No way in hell was I taking his cock in my mouth.

  “Playing hardball again, huh? I love when you make me use force, baby. Makes me even harder for you. You are fucking perfect, you know?”

  I snorted through my nose. I'd had enough. The leather bit into my wrists as I tried to break free from the restraints of the belt.

  Voices from beyond the door became louder as they got closer. Maybe if I called out they’d come and help me. Ryder. The sound of his familiar laugh gave me hope. He’d save me and protect me. Get Daemon off me.

  Two hands closed around my throat, squeezing hard so that stars flitted across my vision. “You’re not going anywhere. And neither will you call for help.”

  Dizzy and struggling to breathe, I could hardly make a sound. The voices faded away again. Panic flooded my body. Daemon was too smart. He’d strangle me before he’d get caught.

  Daemon chuckled low and menacing. “You will suck my cock for even thinking of calling out.” His thumbs pressed against my air pipe until the room was spinning.

  “What will it be? Suck my cock or die? Either will give me great pleasure. The look in your eyes as you struggle for your last breath will make me come over your tits anyway.”

  I shook my head, even though it took all my strength. “I’d rather die,” I rasped.

  “Really?”

  “You’re fucking sick,” I gurgled, feeling as if I was about to pass out. If only I would, it would be so much better. Daemon was far from done with me. The fire in his eyes burned like a demon’s.

  Gripping my hair, he pulled my head back just as he released my throat. The air I sucked into my lungs burned all the way down. When would this nightmare end?

  He slid down my torso until his cock was at my entrance.

  “Christ, that was so fucking hot. You’ve made me want to fuck you again.” He pushed in all at once, filling me to the hilt, pounding into me like a madman. I just lay there, bracing my body as I took the assault, my mind numb and blank.

  His mouth came down on mine, brutal in its onslaught. He tried to force his tongue between my lips. I gripped his bottom lip between my teeth and bit down hard.

  “Fuck,” he groaned, licking the blood from his lip. “I love a good fight. You drive me fucking wild, babe.”

  I couldn’t win.


  He loved it. Every excruciating moment of my hell was his pleasure.

  I didn’t even flinch when he pulled his cock out and tugged until he came all over me—my stomach, my breasts, my face. His smell so strong all I could think of was how I was going to get rid of it once he was gone. Before Cobra came back. If he ever came back.

  A shiny steel blade caught my eye. A knife. Where had that come from?

  I was beyond tears. Ready to die.

  Nothing this despicable man could do to me could hurt me any longer.

  “This is our little secret. Yours and mine. Ever since I laid eyes on you I've wanted to fuck you. Now I have. Pity you married the wrong brother.”

  He kissed the blade as he stared into my eyes.

  “If you breathe one word of this to anyone, I’ll make sure Cobra dies. I’ll carve him up slowly and watch him bleed. In fact, I’ll make you watch, too. And while he takes his last breaths I’ll tell him what happened tonight so that his last thought is of me fucking you. You want that, babe?” His hand ran down my body and cupped my breast, squeezing hard until I flinched. “And your momma back home will have her life ended too. You don’t want to be the cause of their deaths, do you?” Sneering, he tugged my nipple roughly between his fingers then twisted it, shooting pain through my body. He ran his knife along my skin, scraping over it with the blade.

  “I should take a nipple to remind me how hard you got for me.” His eyes glistened with madness as he circled the point of the knife around it.

  “I do so love big brown nipples. I should take both.”

  No begging. Don't say a word. It’ll only edge him on.

  The knife scraped its way up my chest and came to rest against my throat. He used just enough pressure to make me aware of the sharpness of the blade without piercing my skin.

  Stunned, I watched him lift off the bed and slice through the leather belt.

  “If you make a sound I will cut you. Don't make me fucking do it.”

  Daemon didn’t make idle threats—I’d witnessed his blackened heart too many times to believe any different. This night was the blackest of all.

  I’d sob but I had no tears left. Instead, my whole body retched as I lay on the bed, convulsing as if I was going to throw up.

  “You’re no good to me any longer tonight. But in future, keep your door unlocked when you want more of my cock. And maybe I will teach you about knife play, too. I think you’ll like it. It makes fucking so much more exciting.”

  He placed the icy blade on top of my pussy. Although my arms were free and I longed to rub the pain from my wrists, I lay still as he untied my legs. I wanted to kick him in the balls, wanted to scratch his eyes out. Spit on him. Cut his dick and feed it to the dogs.

  Put the fucking knife through his heart for what he’s done to me.

  Instead, I lay still and waited, holding my breath. If I did nothing, maybe he would leave. Fighting a man like Daemon was suicide.

  And murder.

  I had no doubt in my mind he would keep good on his threats. He leaned over and kissed me on the lips, soft and gentle, as a lover would.

  “Till next time, babe. Dream of me.”

  Chapter 33 — Mia

  The moment he left the room, I jumped up in spite of my legs nearly folding under me and locked the door. The devil himself could come knocking—I wasn’t opening that door to anyone. Not even my husband. Where was he when I needed saving? Where was he now that I needed someone to help me?

  I stumbled to the bathroom and made it just in time to throw up. Cold sweat broke out on my skin as I sat on the cool tiles, naked, trembling, and unable to process what had just happened. Would I wake up soon and find it was all a bad dream? I hope so.

  I crumbled into a heap on the floor, letting my burning cheeks cool against the icy tiles. The odor of his cum smeared over my body floated to my nostrils and filled me with dread. What if Cobra came back and found me like this?

  He’d bash down the door if he knew I was inside and I didn’t open it. I was fooling myself if I believed I’d keep him out by turning a key in a lock.

  I dragged myself to my feet and felt Daemon’s cum run down my leg as I got into the shower, turning on the hot water tap only. I wanted to burn him off my skin. Remove every trace of where he was and where he’d touched me.

  I soaped up my hands and washed between my thighs. Rinse. Repeat. Again and again.

  I wanted every drop of him out of me, yet I could still smell him even though my skin had turned red from the scalding water.

  Daemon had planted his seed deep inside me. Instinctively I could feel it, alive and strong. What if I got pregnant? It was my fertile time. Cobra and I had been trying for months. What if it happened tonight? Oh God, please no.

  Not that.

  Standing there until the water ran cold, I closed the taps, stepped out shivering and wrapped a towel around my battered body. There wasn’t a tear left in me.

  Back in the bedroom, the strong aroma of sex and sweat lingered. I threw open the windows and stripped the sheets off the bed. I rolled them into a ball and shoved them into the farthest corner of the cupboard to be dealt with later.

  I always kept a spare set of sheets in the cupboard. My husband liked fucking me all night long, and a change of sheets was normal come morning. As I tucked the corners of the clean sheets under the mattress, my mind raced at a hundred miles per hour.

  What to do? If I told Cobra everything that had happened, he’d kill Daemon. Not that the fucker didn’t deserve it. He did. He deserved his balls to be cut off one by one for what he’d done to me. But I couldn’t risk it. Daemon wasn’t called Demon for no reason. I feared that he’d kill Cobra and make my worst nightmare come true.

  The truth was, I didn’t want a life without Cobra. What I’d endured was nothing compared to the hell I’d live if he died. I had no doubt that Daemon would force himself on me again. Technically, I was an illegal immigrant in this country. After the way I left, I could never return home. I was screwed.

  He’d use that against me. He’d make me his whore.

  The man knew no compassion or remorse. He was the worst kind of human being. A monster.

  There was only one thing to do. I had to push it from my mind. Daemon had used my body, but he’d never reach my heart or my soul. I just had to make sure that it didn’t mess with my mind and I’d be okay. The biggest revenge would be to act as if nothing had happened. Daemon wanted me to freak out. He was just waiting for me to crumble and tell Cobra what had happened. It was his way of drawing Cobra into a fight that he thought he couldn’t lose.

  But if I never gave him that fight? It would mean that I'd won. I would have taken his power away from him. He was counting on retribution, not on indifference.

  I never told Cobra. Instead I did three things. First, I found the gold cross in my jewelry box, the one my mother had given me for protection, and swore never to take it off again.

  Secondly, I learned how to use the gun Cobra had bought me years ago that had been gathering dust in my bottom drawer. I’d always laughed it off when he’d asked me about learning to use it, telling him that since I had him and the boys at the club to protect me, I didn’t need a gun. How wrong was I? I’d never make that mistake again. Cobra was pleased that I’d come to my senses, and he bragged to everyone, including his twin, how good I was at handling it. There was no better teacher than fear and determination. I learned how to work my new best friend like a pro and I made sure everyone knew that I slept with it under my pillow. Especially when my husband was away or on a ride.

  And third? I fucked my husband’s brains out after he came back the next morning. No arguments; no accusations. Wild make-up sex that lasted for days put such a smile on Cobra’s face that made hardly being able to walk all worthwhile.

  And I prayed. Day and night I sent prayers that Cobra’s sperm was stronger and faster than Daemon’s. If I were to fall pregnant, it would be my husband’s child. It had to be.

&nbs
p; Cobra had always been first. This time it had to be true, or I was screwed.

  Chapter 34 — Cobra

  How could I explain to my wife that every time I looked at her I saw my own failure? If I hadn’t been a jerk and left her that night, none of this would’ve happened.

  “I'm so fucking confused. I wish that I could erase everything that happened that night. But that would mean Jamie would never have been born and I love that boy. I love him as if he were my own child.” I didn’t mean to sound bitter, but the words came out all wrong.

  Mia had battled to conceive with me for months, to the point where we were watching her cycle and doing crazy things to get her pregnant. One of them was fucking like rabbits for all the days of her fertile cycle. The memory of her lying on the bed after we’d fucked with her ass raised and supported by pillows while her legs were propped up against the wall nearly made me smile. Instead, I grimaced as it twisted a knife into my heart. It never helped—just over a week or so later she’d have her period and cry all night in my arms.

  How could I tell her how inadequate it made me feel that after Daemon fucked her one night she was carrying a baby? His baby. Even though I didn’t know it at the time.

  She let out a long slow breath. “Cobra, don’t let your ego be the reason we break apart. The chances of him being yours is just as good. Jamie is your son. You are the only daddy he knows.” She nearly choked on the last words.

  I pulled her into my arms and just breathed her in. We stood like that, neither speaking for a long moment, just remembering what it felt like to be close to one another.

  I love her so fucking much it’s killing me.

  *****

  My mind flashed back to the day she told me she was pregnant. I’d come back to the new home we’d just bought and moved into a few weeks before. We’d decided that staying at the club as we had for the last two years wasn’t the place to raise a family.