Venom (Dixie Reapers MC 1)

by Harley Wylde

  “I don’t like the idea of you leaving the compound until we have all these loose ends tied up, but you couldn’t have had much in that bag you brought with you,” Venom said. “I’m going to get two of the Prospects and our Enforcer, then we’re going shopping in town. It’s going to be a quick trip, so just grab some essentials. The Prospects can take the truck, so buy as much shit as you want, just do it fast.”

  I nodded. I was down to one change of clothes and really did need more stuff.

  “I don’t have much money left,” I admitted.

  Venom growled before pressing his lips to mine. “My woman doesn’t pay for her own shit. I told you, it’s my job to take care of you. Anything you need, ever, you just tell me.”

  “All right,” I agreed softly.

  He kissed me again, harder and deeper, before dragging me out of his room. A smile teased my lips as I saw the hard ridge of his arousal. I had no doubt that if we had more time, he’d have stripped me and fucked me, even if we were in the clubhouse. The man was insatiable, but then, when it came to Venom, so was I. My pussy was still a little sore from last night, but I ached to feel him inside me again. I’d never felt closer to anyone than I did with Venom.

  When we approached the bar, I noticed a black leather vest on the bar top. It was much smaller than Venom’s, and the man sitting on the stool beside it tossed it to my man. Venom caught it with ease, then held it up. Property of Venom -- Dixie Reapers MC VP was stitched across the back along with the club logo. On the front were the same words but much smaller. Venom held it open, and I slipped my arms into it.

  “Now there’s no doubt you’re my old lady,” he said before nipping my ear. “I fucking love seeing my name on you. You leave the house, you wear this. Got it?”

  I nodded.

  “I don’t care if you’re wearing a damn dress. You don’t wander around without this cut. It’s not just words, Ridley. It means you’re fucking mine and anyone who touches you is going to answer to me. It might seem like a harmless piece of leather with some stitching, but it’s protection.”

  “I understand.”

  He pressed his lips to mine. “Come on, baby girl. Let’s get you some new clothes, then I’m going to take you home.”

  I leaned into his hard body. “And just what are we going to do when we get home?”

  His lips tickled my ear as he spoke low enough only I could hear him. “I’m going to strip you bare, then put that cut back on you, and I’m going to pound your fucking pussy from behind. I’m so fucking hard just thinking about seeing my name across your back while I take you. Going to fill you so full of my cum, baby girl, but once won’t be enough. I’m going to fuck you until that pussy is all pink and swollen, then I’m going to kiss it all better so we can do it again.”

  I bit my lip to stifle the moan that sprang to my lips, and I practically dragged him out of the clubhouse. He chuckled and called out to three men over his shoulder as I pulled him down the steps and toward his bike. Using his body to shield me from prying eyes, Venom kissed me hungrily and reached up to tweak my nipple through my shirt. If he hadn’t promised me new clothes, I’d have begged him to take me home. Already I ached for him and couldn’t wait to get him alone. But common sense won out. Barely.

  When we made it to town, Venom only left my side for a short while, leaving me in the care of Tank, the club’s Enforcer, and the two Prospects.

  “I have an errand to run, baby girl, but I’ll be quick.” His voice lowered. “And I promise it will be worth it.”

  I didn’t have any idea what he was up to, but I suddenly couldn’t wait to find out.

  Chapter Eight

  Venom

  My girl’s eyes had gone wide when she saw the little surprise I’d picked up in town the other day. While I’d thoroughly fucked her pussy and her mouth since claiming her, there was one thing I had yet to do with her. My dick was dying to get inside that tight ass of hers, but I knew if she wasn’t properly prepared, with my size, it would hurt like fuck. So I’d bought a butt plug and a bottle of lube. I’d given her time to get used to the idea, but I was done waiting.

  Ridley was sprawled on her stomach, the morning sun filtering through the blinds and highlighting her gorgeous curves. I dragged the sheet off her body and ran my hand over her ass. She didn’t know it yet, but this was going to be mine today. I just had a little business to take care of first, and then the rest of the day I was hers.

  I spread her ass cheeks and groaned at the sight of the tight little hole I so badly wanted to fuck. The toy and lube sat on the bedside table, where I’d left it since getting it from the store. I’d already opened the package and washed the rubber plug. My finger gently pressed against her small opening, and I massaged it. Ridley moaned in her sleep and thrust her ass back at me. I’d been playing back here a little the last few days, but not enough to stretch her for my dick.

  I straddled her thighs and ran kisses down her spine, then nipped her butt cheek. Ridley gasped, and her eyes flew open.

  “Morning, baby girl. Today’s the day.”

  “What day?” she asked, her voice husky with sleep.

  “Today’s the day I’m going to fuck this ass. Remember what we talked about?”

  She slowly nodded.

  I reached for the lube and toy, then spread her cheeks wide while I drizzled the liquid onto her hole. It tightened, and my dick got so fucking hard I knew I’d have to fuck her before I left for the morning. I used my fingers to loosen her up a little, stroking and massaging until she was relaxing and letting me in farther. When I thought she was ready, I lubed the toy and slowly inserted it into her ass. The plug was just big enough to help ease my way, but nowhere near the size of my dick.

  I leaned over Ridley and gently bit her shoulder. My hand slipped under her belly and lifted her ass in the air. “Going to fuck you, baby girl. It’s going to be hard and it’s going to be fast, but I have to fucking have you. So damn hard for you, baby.”

  I drew away from her and gripped her hips. Pulling her ass toward me, I lined my cock up and sank into her sweet pussy. I spread her ass cheeks wide while I pounded into her. Seeing the plug in her ass and knowing I would be taking her there later ignited something inside me. I took her like a demon possessed, pounding her tight little pussy until she was screaming out my name and begging for more. She’d no doubt be feeling my cock inside her for a while. I groaned as my cum shot out of my dick and slicked her channel, pumping furiously until every last drop had been drained from me. When I pulled out, I stared for a moment, admiring the puffy pink lips and the way our juices mingled and slid out of her.

  If I didn’t have business to take care of, I’d have stayed buried in her for hours. But I didn’t have time to play anymore. I swatted her ass and went to get cleaned up. Ridley started to rise from the bed, and I gave her a stern look.

  “What?” she asked.

  “You keep my cum on you until I get back. And don’t even think of taking that plug out of your ass. Every time you sit, I want you to think about what I’m going to do to you when I get home.”

  Her cheeks warmed, but I saw the desire in her eyes and knew that she wanted this every bit as much as I did, even if she wouldn’t admit it out loud. I was going to take a shower, but decided against it. I didn’t even bother cleaning up my dick, just pulled on my clothes, slipped on my boots and cut, and gave Ridley a kiss that would leave little doubt that she was my entire fucking world.

  And now it was time to make sure she stayed safe.

  As the engine of my bike roared to life, I stared up at the second floor of the house. My Ridley was up there, waiting for me to come back, and that was one of the best feelings in the world -- aside from being balls deep inside her because that was definitely my favorite. Watching the house a moment, I made myself a vow. Nothing like this nasty shit with her stepdad would ever touch her again. If the Feds didn’t take down Montoya, I’d do whatever was necessary to put the fucker in the ground, and damn th
e consequences. Even if it rained hellfire down on my club, it would be worth it to give Ridley peace of mind.

  I backed my bike down the driveway and took the road at breakneck speed. I bypassed the clubhouse and kept going until I reached my destination. The barn at the back of the property was so isolated on all sides, that no one would hear the screams of anyone inside. Bull and Tank were already inside, waiting on me to pass judgment on those who awaited punishment.

  I stepped into the dimly lit interior, and the smell of piss reached my nose. Ridley’s mom and stepass were tied to two chairs in the middle of the structure, their mouths gagged and their eyes blindfolded. Bull looked ready to tear into them, but now that Ridley was my old lady, he knew it would be me who brought justice for the girl we both cared for. I nodded at Tank, and he removed their gags and uncovered their eyes.

  “Scream all you want, fuckers,” Tank said. “No one will hear you.”

  “Whatever you want, you can have it,” Benton said.

  I folded my arms over my chest. “Really? How are you going to manage that when you’re broke?”

  “I’ll be coming into some money soon,” the asshat said.

  “Do you even know where the fuck you are?” I asked.

  Ridley’s mom was looking at Bull, her face pale as she realized the seriousness of their situation.

  “Shut the fuck up, Richard,” she said.

  It seemed the stepass didn’t know how to do that.

  “Lots of money,” Benton said. “I’m brokering a deal with Fernando Montoya for a sweet piece of ass that could make all of us rich.”

  “Is that right?” I asked in a deceptively calm voice.

  “Richard,” the woman snapped. “Shut. Up.”

  “Sweet little girl,” Richard said. “Hell, you help me get my hands on her, and all your boys can have a turn before we give her to Montoya. He won’t care. I bet he’d love it if she were broken in for him.”

  Bull snarled and reached for the gun at his hip, but I caught his eye and shook my head.

  “All of us, huh?” I asked.

  Richard nodded. “She’s a virgin too. Real fucking tight.”

  He had no idea just how much trouble he was in, and getting deeper with every word he uttered. Did the man not recognize Bull? Hell, we were all wearing our cuts that proudly displayed the Dixie Reapers logo. He really was a dumb shit.

  “You can have her for as long as you like, fuck her over and over,” Richard said. “Use her as much as you want, as long as you don’t leave scars. Montoya has a thing about scars on his girls. She’s real young too. Bet you guys like that shit, don’t you?”

  I moved closer, bracing my hands on the arms of the chair he was tied to, got right in his fucking face. He smirked, thinking he’d struck a bargain. Fucker didn’t have a damn clue.

  “That tight little virgin you want my entire club to fuck like some whore happens to be my old lady. And she sure as fuck isn’t a virgin anymore. Might be carrying my baby even now, as often as I’ve filled her with my cum.”

  His face paled and his eyes went wide.

  “Now here’s how this is going to go down. I’ve seen the videos, know you’ve been watching my girl since she was just a damn kid. And I’ve seen Montoya’s site with some of those same videos, offering her to the highest bidder. Don’t worry. He’ll be taken care of. There’s a special place in hell for sick fucks like him. But you… you and your whore of a wife aren’t walking out of here. I protect what’s mine, and Ridley is fucking mine.”

  Marsha Benton whimpered, and I switched my attention to her.

  “Oh, don’t worry, Mrs. Benton. I may have plans for you, but they aren’t anywhere near what you deserve. What I should do is sell you to some shithole whorehouse, make sure you’re fucked morning, noon, and night, until you contract some flesh-eating disease that makes you die slowly and painfully. Would you like that? To be made into a whore just like you were going to do to your nineteen-year-old daughter?”

  “Please,” she begged. “I’ll do anything.”

  My lip curled in disgust.

  “You can… you can fuck me,” she offered. “Anywhere and anyhow you want. Just let me go.”

  The laugh that rumbled out of me was hard and cold. “My baby girl is waiting in bed for me right now. Already fucked her before coming here to deal with this shit, and you think I’d ever want to touch you? The fucking bitch who sold her? You’re her mother. You were supposed to love and protect her. But you never did, did you? You just made sure Bull didn’t get custody because you wanted to make his life miserable. Or were you always planning on using Ridley in some way?”

  Tears streaked her cheeks and she began to openly sob. Richard was quiet and deathly pale, staring at the floor. It seemed he’d already accepted that he wasn’t going to live much longer. As much as I wanted to put both of these fuckers in the ground, I could tell that Bull wanted his pound of flesh for what had been done to his daughter. Wire hadn’t let him see the videos, but Bull had been told what was on them. The man had nearly torn the clubhouse to shreds in his fury.

  “Why don’t you two teach Mrs. Benton the error of her ways?” I asked. “I think I’d like a little alone time with Mr. Benton.”

  Marsha began blubbering to Bull, begging him to spare her life. Bitch didn’t seem to understand that the moment she’d betrayed her daughter, she’d signed her death sentence. Tank grabbed his special tools while Bull began dragging her into a dark corner. I didn’t need to see what would happen to know she’d be punished adequately, and would never draw another fucking breath.

  “Tell me something, Benton,” I said as I perused the tools left on the dirty table nearby. “Did you get off on watching Ridley all those years? Sick bastard that you are, I bet you jerked off countless times to those videos, even when she was nothing more than a kid.”

  He remained quiet, but I could see the truth in his eyes when he looked at me. Yeah, the sick fuck had gotten off on watching her. It was almost a pity he had to die. Death seemed too nice for someone like him. I wanted him to suffer endlessly for his crimes, but I wasn’t about to let him roam free. Not only would my woman be in danger, but others probably would be too. His sick obsession made me wonder something.

  “She’s not your first, is she? Oh, you may have only watched Ridley, but you did more with the others. I’m sure of it. You didn’t just stumble across Montoya and offer him a deal. How many? How many young girls have you bought from him?”

  The man didn’t answer, but he didn’t have to. Yeah, I was about to do the world a fucking favor by taking this asshole out. He was nothing but a rapist who preyed on young girls. Didn’t matter if he paid for the services through some fucked-up website. He was a sick fuck and needed to be put down.

  “Here’s what I’m going to do. I’m going to have a little fun with you, and if you can keep from screaming, I’ll end your life quicker. But I’m really hoping you’re going to scream.”

  I pulled off my cut and my shirt. He watched my movements, but kept silent.

  “Don’t want your blood all over my cut and favorite shirt. Bad enough I’ll probably have to throw out these jeans when I’m done,” I told him.

  Marsha’s screams echoed around us, but the sick fuck in front of me didn’t seem bothered that his wife was being tortured. I had no doubt he’d have offered her on a silver platter if he thought it would get him out of this, no matter what we did to her. She might have offered sexual favors, but no one volunteered for the pain she was feeling right now. No matter what thoughts were going through Richard’s mind, there was no walking away from what he’d done.

  He visibly swallowed, and the wet stain on the front of his pants grew. Sissy-ass fucker had pissed himself again. I picked up a pair of grips and stopped in front of him. My gaze didn’t leave his face as I reached for one of the hands tied down to the chair. Gripping the end of his nail, I ripped it out of the nail bed and watched as he fought to control himself. Blood dripped from his fi
nger onto the floor, and I didn’t give him even a second to breathe before I ripped out another one.

  I had to give it to the fucker, he was holding strong, but I’d only just begun. I took my time and finished removing his nails before starting on his teeth. He whimpered and tears streaked his face, but he still wouldn’t scream. Bull and Tank stepped back into the light, both covered in blood.

  “Bitch is fucking dead,” Bull said.

  “We made sure she didn’t go easy,” Tank said. “Any mother who would sell their kid into prostitution deserves what she got and then some.”

  Bull came over and placed a hand on my shoulder. “I know you want to watch the light die out in his eyes, that you want to be the one to put him in the ground, but don’t take that shit back to my daughter. Why don’t you let me and Tank handle this? I promise he won’t go for a long time yet. We’ll draw it out as long as possible, make sure he suffers. But you have Ridley waiting for you.”

  I looked from Bull to Tank and then nodded. As much as I wanted to be the one to end the sorry fucker’s life, they were right. My woman was waiting for me, and there would be enough shit to deal with in our lives without me killing her mom and stepdad. I wiped the blood off my hands before grabbing my shirt and cut.

  “Stop by the clubhouse and shower and change,” Tank said. “Ridley might freak out when she sees you.”

  I looked down at the blood splattered on my jeans and encrusted around my nails. “Yeah, I’ll do that.”

  “Venom, my little girl doesn’t need to know what happened to her momma and stepdad. You just make sure she knows they aren’t coming after her anymore. Leave the details out of it,” Bull said. “She’s not used to this way of life.”

  “I’d never do anything to hurt her,” I said. “It’s inevitable that club shit will touch her life in some way, but what happened here today stays between the three of us and the Pres. No one else needs to know.”