Dirty Aces MC: Box Set #1

by Hart, Lane

  “Yes, sir.”

  Chapter Eight

  Naomi

  * * *

  I think Malcolm’s avoiding me.

  I’ve barely seen him the past week when before he was always around with his eyes on me.

  I don’t like how not having his constant attention makes me feel so unnerved and unsettled. It shouldn’t matter. I should be glad that I have a little more freedom, not thinking the worst.

  It’s probably just the guilt talking. I’ve banked almost ten thousand dollars, not that I get to keep even a penny of that. All of it has been dropped into the bank and wired to Harry, who needs more money like he needs another twelve dozen doughnuts.

  “Malcolm wants to see you in his office,” Ronnie informs me when I go to the bar to pick up another round of beers for a group of guys playing poker.

  “Okay. I’ll stop by his office after I drop off these beers.”

  “No. Go now,” she whispers without looking at me. “Why aren’t you walking yet? Go!”

  “Now?” I ask again in confusion as my palms turn sweaty with an onslaught of nervousness. Malcolm’s never invited me into his office before. Is that a good thing or a bad thing? And why when I think of good do I automatically think of him unzipping my dress again?

  “Now, Naomi. I’ll take this round to the poker table,” Ronnie assures me.

  “All right. Thanks,” I say as I turn and make my way down the hallway to Malcolm’s office. I rap my knuckles on the closed door, and a moment later his deep voice calls back, “Come in.”

  My heart is about to thump out of my chest when I step inside.

  “Shut the door,” Malcolm orders from where he’s sitting behind a big wooden desk. His boots are propped up on it, crossed casually at the ankle while a cloud of smoke billows up from the cigarette resting between two of his fingers.

  At least he looks cool and calm, not angry.

  “You wanted to see me?” I ask when we’re shut inside the room alone together.

  His intense eyes stare at me, unblinking for so long that I nearly breakdown then and there, spilling all of my secrets.

  Oh shit.

  He is angry. Like, about to snap someone’s bones angry about something, and I think that something could be me. I feel more naked now standing before him in my dress than I did the night he stripped me down to my panties.

  “Come here,” he growls into the silence, startling me with the harsh intensity of the words.

  Uh-oh.

  Swallowing down a bad case of the nerves, I slowly make my way over until I’m standing beside his desk near his feet. A second later, he pounces on me, so fast I didn’t even see him stand up. I just blink, and then he’s towering over me, his immense size making me gasp. He’s always intimidating when he’s just sitting down at the bar, but now he’s just plain scary standing at least a foot taller than me with his linebacker shoulders blocking out the rest of the room. He’s so close I have to tilt my head backward to see his face. Malcolm takes a drag off his cigarette and blows the smoke out of the corner of his lips before reaching around me to put it out in the ashtray, which means the front of his body is pressed even tighter to mine. From the corner of my eye, I then see him reach down and pull something from his pocket or his belt, but I don’t know what it is until the sharp point of what can only be a knife is pressing into the center of my chest.

  A yelp of surprise escapes me before I find my voice again. “Wh-what are you doing?” I ask him.

  He lowers the point until it meets the top of my dress. Grabbing the material with his free hand, the other slices the blade through the fabric, cutting my dress straight down the middle with enough force that I feel the pressure, but it doesn’t leave a mark on my skin. All the tips I’ve stuffed inside earlier float down to the floor around our feet, causing Malcolm to growl angrily through his gritted teeth.

  “Those are-are my tips,” I tell him as I slap my palms over my bare breasts, feeling way too exposed at the moment wearing only a pair of red panties.

  “Sure they are,” is his stony reply. “No need to act shy now and cover yourself up. Wasn’t it just a few weeks ago that you were rubbing your pussy on my dick like you wanted to ride it?”

  “Y-yes,” I answer, remembering the embarrassing moment when he said he would never fuck me.

  “So, what’s the matter? You changed your mind?”

  “No.” I shake my head to confirm my answer. “No, sir.” Malcolm may be scary at the moment, but I still want him. I’ve wanted him since the second I saw him, even though I know I shouldn’t.

  “We’ll see about that.”

  Closing the knife on the edge of his desk beside my thigh, he thankfully slips it back into his belt holster. As soon as his hands are free, though, he spins me around and presses his large palm between my shoulder blades, roughly forcing my bare upper body down until the side of my face is flat against a stack of papers on his desk.

  “There’s nothing I hate more than liars except for thieves,” he mutters. Crap. He knows! “Do you have any idea how furious I am with you?” Keeping one strong hand on the center of my back, the other comes up over my hip, giving my panties a tug when he starts to peel them down my legs.

  I shake my head no as much as I can because I’m incapable of speaking now that he has me naked and bent over the desk like he’s not planning on letting me up anytime soon. I don’t know if he’s going to whip me or kill me or fuck me for stealing from him.

  He said a few weeks ago that he would never fuck me; but he put the knife away, so I think I can probably cross kill me off the list. Maybe. Hopefully.

  “Wh-what are you going to do to me?” I cave and ask.

  Placing his lips against my ear, his teeth nip at the cuff before he whispers, “I’m going to fucking ruin you.”

  Those six threatening words are still echoing in my head when Malcolm runs one of his thick fingertips crudely down the crease of my ass, over my puckered hole, heading lower...

  “Are you hiding my money anywhere else?” he asks.

  “N-nooo,” I cry out when he suddenly shoves his finger right up inside of my pussy none too gently. Not that he was met with any resistance. It’s impossible not to notice how wet I am or the ease at which he slides his finger in and out, in and out, before adding another, making me gasp.

  “D-don’t stop,” I beg although I know I’m in deep trouble. The only good sign is that he’s leaning more toward fucking my brains out than murdering me at the moment.

  Malcolm called me a thief. He knows I’ve stolen from him. But at this very moment, I can’t find it in me to care that he’s so angry he’s obviously snapped, losing a grip on whatever restraint kept him from touching me for the last few weeks no matter how much I flirted with him. From this position, I have no choice but to take whatever punishment he has in store for me, and I want it all, everything he wouldn’t give to the other women who tried to tempt him and failed.

  Ruin me, that’s what he’s promised to do.

  Although, as the familiar liquid warmth starts to gather and intensify in my lower belly, I’m starting to think that what Malcolm is planning to do to me is going to be more of a reward than a punishment.

  Malcolm

  * * *

  I’ve been fucking furious ever since I saw the surveillance video of Naomi stealing from the club.

  Ronnie brought me proof not one, not two, but three damn nights in a row. During that time, I had to just sit back and watch Naomi steal not only from the MC over and over again, but from our motherfucking customers!

  When I finally called her in to my office tonight, I wanted to scare her, to make her tell me why she took what wasn’t hers and to make her pay. That’s why I pulled out my knife and sliced up her dress. I thought she would be terrified, that she would break down crying and beg me to not hurt her.

  Instead, in some bizarre twist of events I orchestrated without thinking them through, she’s bent over my desk naked and moaning wit
h her ass squirming in the air, looking like a fucking fantasy come true. Despite my rough handling, or maybe because of it, her pussy is so wet for me that her juices are coating the inside of her thighs while I keep fucking her with my fingers.

  I thought she would’ve screamed for me to stop as soon as I slid my fingers through her folds, but she didn’t. In fact, her only words were, “Don’t stop.”

  Now my dick is so swollen behind the zipper of my jeans that it may burst. And right this second, there’s only one place I want to put it. No, there’s only one place I need to put it to ease the constant ache I’ve had only for her going on more than two fucking weeks.

  It makes no sense at all why I would want to fuck the thief, but I do. I’ve never slept with any of our hired girls before because it’s bad for business. That’s why I made the guys lay off of them, not so Fiasco would have to keep his hands off of Naomi. At least not just for that reason…

  This, tonight, isn’t just about finally sating an urge with Naomi. It’s also about punishing her, taking out my anger on her sexy little tease of a body, not just for stealing from us but for making me go so fucking insane I can’t think straight anymore. All I do every minute of the day is imagine dragging her back here to my office and getting her underneath me so no other man can have her but me. It’s an irrational thought that needs to stop, and it will after tonight when I finally take what I want from her and then send her on her way to drive some other man insane while she steals from him.

  Unable to stop myself after going this far, I keep pumping my fingers in and out of Naomi’s tight cunt and use my free hand to unzip my jeans. Pulling out my hard shaft, I stroke it a few rough times before I withdraw my fingers and replace them with the fat head of my cock. Her pussy is so hot and slick I ease right on inside. Naomi gasps and moans underneath me as I fill her with one slow, agonizing inch at a time until I meet resistance. I’m as deep as I can physically go and still it’s not enough. Her pussy is heaven and hell all wrapped into one. Tight and perfect. It’s too incredible to ever leave while at the same time it’s torturous knowing I shouldn’t be here in paradise in the first place.

  “Fuck,” I groan as I still my hips and curl my fingers around the back of her neck. “Should’ve known you’d feel too damn good to be a one-off. You’re not a cock-tease. You’re a fucking cock-vortex, sucking men inside and never letting them go.”

  I give her a few seconds to adjust before I plan to fuck her brains out. And honestly, I need a moment myself because I’ve never done this before, gone into a woman’s cunt bare without protection. It’s idiotic and dangerous, but it’s too late now that I’ve felt her silky flesh that fits me so damn nice and snug, like a glove that’s two sizes too small. One I can’t wait to stretch the fuck out.

  “Move, Malcolm!” Naomi pleads as her fingers curl tightly around the opposite edge of my desk. The desperation in her voice almost makes me do as she asked. Almost. I want to give her exactly what she’s demanding, but on my own time. It would serve her right if I didn’t let her come at all, just use her body to get myself off and then send her home with an aching need she’ll never forget.

  Hauling back my palm, I slap the shit out of the meaty part of her ass, making it bounce off the desk thanks to the pain or the surprise. I hope it was both. I want the shape of my palm to mark her, just like Fiasco did a few weeks ago. Then, hating the reminder that she put her sexy lips around his dick, I smack her ass again and again before I remind her, “You don’t get to give the orders. I’m the one in charge here!”

  The truth is, I’m dying to pull out and slam back inside as hard as possible. Instead of giving in to that need to punish her, I just swivel my hips in a circle.

  “Oh god, yes!” she shouts at the movement, squirming her ass around on the desk to try and get the friction she needs.

  Grabbing a handful of the back of Naomi’s hair, I give a tug, and when she looks over her shoulder at me, I warn her, “I’m gonna fuck you so hard you’ll feel me for days. And then you’re going to tell me why the hell you have been fucking me.”

  While her eyes are still on mine, I pull back and then thrust into her so deep and fast the desk moves under us, making her gasp sharply. “And if you lie to me again, you’ll regret it. Do you understand me?” I ask.

  “Yes,” she whispers.

  I make her chant that same word over and over as I slam inside of her again and again until her entire body trembles from head to toe. When her inner walls start to pulse around my intruding thickness, it’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. At this very second, I want nothing more than to burn every condom in the world for making me miss out on this sensation until now.

  My release comes out of nowhere, hitting me like a bolt of lightning down my spine as I quickly pull out of her cunt and stroke myself, once, twice. Ropes of cum erupt all over Naomi’s sweet ass cheeks before it starts running down her inner thighs, onto my desk. I love seeing my seed on her skin, soaking it up, so much so that another pleasurable tremor throws me so off balance I have to slam my palm down on the desk to hold myself up.

  As soon as I’m able to stand up and take a step back from Naomi, she slowly sinks down to the floor like her limbs aren’t capable of holding her up any longer.

  I walk around the back of my desk to grab some tissues to clean up my dick and by the time I turn around, she’s sitting in the pile of dollar bills with her back to the wooden desk, head thrown back, plump lips parted and still panting. Her short, blonde hair is damp around the front of her rosy face, the evidence of how much she enjoyed our romp that never should’ve happened.

  Since it’s too late to do anything about my stupid decision, it’s time I finally get some answers out of her before I throw her ass off my boat.

  Well, once we get back to the dock. I’m not a completely ruthless asshole.

  After zipping up my pants, I drag my rolling chair around to park it in front of where she’s sitting. Grabbing my lighter and pack of Marlboros from the top of the desk, I drop down into the seat with my legs spread wide so I can still see her face.

  “So, how long have you been stealing from me? Since day one?” I ask as I stick the smoke in my mouth and light it up.

  “Could I…could I maybe put some clothes on first?” she asks, reaching for her discarded and ripped dress on the floor. My boot gets there first. I stomp on the black fabric and slide it over to my chair so I can snatch it up in my fist to keep it from her.

  “No clothes until you answer all of my fucking questions,” I inform her. Besides, it’s no hardship to talk to her with her tits out. Or they were visible before she lets out a heavy sigh and pulls her knees up to her chest, wrapping her arms around them, blocking all but a peek of her cunt from view. “How long have you been skimming cash from my drinks and stealing from my customers, Naomi?” I ask again.

  “Since…I started working on the boat,” she tells me without even a hint of remorse on her face or in her voice.

  “Why?”

  “Because…because I had to.”

  “Try again,” I say.

  Her big, blue eyes stare up at me pleadingly. “I swear I didn’t want to, Malcolm. But I didn’t have a choice!”

  “Bullshit. There’s always a choice,” I counter, unaffected by her acting like the innocent victim. That shit doesn’t fly when she’s sitting naked on the floor of my office after I was inside of her, the smell of our combined bodily fluids still lingering in the air so thick I can almost taste the sex on my tongue.

  “There wasn’t a choice in my case,” she mutters while tightening her arms around her knees.

  “Come on, honey. Just spit it out already! Now you’re just wasting my time, which is only going to piss me off even more,” I say, getting annoyed now thanks to the way my dick overtakes my common sense where this girl is concerned. That shit has never happened to me before. There have been plenty of women I wanted to fuck but didn’t because I knew they were either not worth the has
sle, off-limits, or trouble waiting to happen.

  Naomi shakes her head in refusal. “I can’t tell you.”

  “Yes, you can, and you will. All you have to do is open your pretty little mouth, you know, like you did to convince Fiasco to give you this job. Just use your words now instead of your gag reflex.”

  “No, really. I can’t,” she replies.

  I reach above her head to flick the end of my smoke into the ashtray, crowding her when I say, “Then you’re not leaving this room or getting clothes again until you change your mind.”

  Her eyes widen as they lock with mine, like she’s trying to judge my sincerity. I’m as serious as a fucking heart attack. We’re both gonna sit right here until she talks.

  When her shoulders sag and her gaze drops, I know she’s realized the truth for herself, that I’m not going to budge and that she’s screwed. I’ve got her right where I want her, leaving her no choice. Of course she can try to lie her way out of this, but I don’t think she’s stupid enough to try and bullshit me again.

  “You’re going to kill me when you find out,” she says simply, not as though she’s being facetious, but like she actually believes I’m not only a murderer but that I would be willing to kill a woman I just fucked. Sure, anything is possible, but I doubt there’s anything she can say to make me homicidal right now with my cock well sated.

  “Sooner or later I’m going to find out, so you may as well tell me before I torture it out of you,” I tell her.

  The rosy glow on her face instantly whitens after my threat, likely imagining the worst. If she could see inside my head, she would know that I’m picturing torturing her by fucking her cunt with my tongue and not letting her come until she’s ready to talk.

  Clearing her throat, she says, “Do you…do you know Harold Cox?”

  “Harry Cox? Hell yeah, I know that fat, aptly named bastard. Why? Wait. Are you fucking him?” I ask in disbelief.