Entwined (Iron Bulls MC #3)

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by Phoenyx Slaughter


  “How do you feel, Karina?”

  “Excited.”

  His low chuckle ripples over me. “Not scared?”

  “No.” Scared? Nope. His fascination with my ass thrills me. It’s a small bit of power I seem to hold over Dante. The way he can’t get enough of me and wants to own every part of my body. Maybe it’s wrong, but I love it.

  “I’ve been neglecting your ass, baby girl.”

  “I know.” I bury my face into the sheets, muffling my giggles. Dante slaps my ass—hard—and my giggles turn to moans.

  “Filthy little bitch,” he murmurs.

  I wiggle my ass in response, making him laugh. “You like when I play with your ass?”

  His hand slaps my cheeks again when I don’t respond fast enough. “Yes, Daddy.” He groans and I love the sound. Love his laughter, too. Dante’s always so controlled and severe. Knowing I crack through his hard exterior, it’s the ultimate compliment.

  He returns to rubbing my lower back and ass, slowly opening and teasing me. His finger slides down between my cheeks. Barely a whisper at first. He taps my hip. “Arch your ass up.”

  Wetness gathers between my legs. It’s a good thing he laid down a towel first. He groans and grips my ass harder, spreading me wider.

  “Oh!” I jump, startled when his tongue flicks over my pussy lips.

  His hold tightens. “Stay,” he growls. He nibbles and kisses my inner thighs, then runs his tongue flat over my ass. I gasp and almost come from the forbidden sensation. He slides one finger in my pussy and brushes his thumb over my clit. “You like my fingers in your tight little pussy, don’t you?”

  “God, yes.”

  He works in another finger, lazily pumping in and out. It feels incredible, but it’s not enough to make me come and I whine in frustration.

  I get a slap on my pussy, making me jump and moan at the same time.

  “Calm yourself, you horny little slut. I plan to take my time with you.”

  “Oh, fuck. Dante, I want it so bad. Please.” I buck my hips against his hand, dying for any bit of pressure to set me off.

  His fingers keep working inside of me while his other hand slips around my waist, pulling me up on all fours.

  “Ass up. That’s fucking beautiful.”

  His words and his magic fingers send me over the edge. More lube drips into my asshole and before I realize what he’s doing, he slips a finger in my behind. “Oh, fuck.” The sensation intensifies my orgasm and I’m vaguely aware of tears running down my cheeks.

  “Does that hurt?”

  “No.”

  “Good.” He slides his fingers out of my pussy but continues stretching my ass. “Do you like that?”

  “Yes. You know I do.”

  “Still need to hear you say it.”

  “I love everything you do to me. Even when you want to do scary things, I love them.”

  “Fuck.” He leans over and presses a kiss to my forehead. “Thank you, baby girl.”

  I’m so damn curious and turned on. Dante’s been drawing this out forever. Everything he does to me feels good, so I don’t think this will be any different. He slides another finger in, gently twisting and stretching. After a few minutes, I feel something thicker and heavier pressing against me.

  “This plug’s a little bigger than the last one. It’s silicone instead of metal, so it should be more comfortable.”

  “Okay.”

  “Grab your cheeks and spread them for me, baby girl.”

  I bite my lip to stop myself from moaning at his dirty request and do as he asks.

  “That’s beautiful.”

  The slick head of the plug presses against my ass. Steady pressure. He doesn’t stop even when I squeal a little at the intrusion. “Deep breath, baby girl. You can take it. My cock’s much bigger.”

  Oh, God. How am I ever going to take his cock when this hurts? But then it’s over. The plug’s in and I let out a breath. Dante wiggles it around and need throbs through my pussy.

  “Stay just like that.”

  I feel the dip and roll as he gets off the bed. A second later I hear the water in the bathroom running.

  When he returns he stands and stares at me for a few seconds. “You’re such a good girl, Karina.”

  “Thank you. Will you please fuck me now?”

  I can’t stop laughing at my girl. Ass up in the air. Arms tucked under her. Little purple handle sticking out of her ass. And one hell of a pissy expression on her face.

  “Yeah, baby girl. I’m gonna fuck you. With that plug in it’s gonna feel like you’re getting drilled in both holes.” I grab her ankles, twisting and pulling her to the edge of the bed then flipping her onto her back. Spreading her legs like a fucking wishbone, I slam my cock in her and she lets out a short, sharp scream.

  “Owwww,” she whines.

  “Ow? You’re soaking fucking wet, baby girl.” My thumb finds her clit, rubbing in tight little circles before I start pumping my cock in and out of her. “That better?”

  “Y-yes,” she pants. “Oh, fuck. Dante, I need to come.”

  “Already?”

  “Yes. Please. Can I?”

  Shit, that’s fucking hot when she asks in her whining, pleading little girl voice. Fucking amps me up big time. My hand finds the handle of her plug, twisting and tugging just a bit. She goes fucking nuts, writhing on my dick, yelling out my name.

  “You like that, baby girl? Feel like you got two dicks up inside you?”

  “Yesyesyes.”

  “Think you’d like that?”

  “Oh God, yes.”

  It’s really unfair to ask her questions right now. I think she’s say yes to just about anything in this moment. I fall down over her, sucking her perfect cherry nipples in my mouth.

  Soft little uh, and ah sounds fall from her lips. I flick my gaze up and find her watching me. “Can I get on top, please?”

  “Fuck, yeah.”

  She whimpers as I pull out. Because I’m a sadistic fucker when I wanna be, I twist the plug one more time, then slap her ass. She kneels up and waits for me to center myself in the middle of the bed before climbing over me. “Nice and slow, baby girl.”

  Her face twists into another pissy expression that makes me want to put her over my knee again. As she’s about to sink onto my cock, I grip her hips. “Other way. I wanna play with your ass while you ride me.” She stares at me for a second before complying. After rocking up and down on my dick a few times, she glances over her shoulder.

  “This isn’t working.”

  It’s mean, but her sad kitten pout makes me laugh and I fucking love it when she tells me what she needs instead of faking her way through it. “Come here.”

  Once she’s facing me, my hands cup her tits, thumbs flicking over her nipples. “You’re right. Much better.”

  She’s lost though. Too busy riding my cock to give a fuck what I’m saying or doing. With her ass full, she’s tighter than fucking hell and it’s taking everything I got not to blow.

  Thank fuck a few seconds later she screams, pussy throttling my dick. Fire bolts of pleasure shoot down my spine and I’m yelling out my own curses.

  She collapses on top of me, breathing hard, licking and kissing my neck.

  “You’re gonna kill me, baby girl.”

  Happy humming noises come from her throat as I move her to the side. She snuggles up close, our sweat keeping us glued together. Never thought I’d like this so much. Happy content woman in my arms. No desire to kick her out of my bed. I turn and kiss her forehead. “Let’s go wash up.”

  “Mmmm,” she hum-mumbles

  I give her a light squeeze. “You still alive?”

  Her eyelids flutter open and she smiles up at me. “I think so.”

  Most of the time it’s my selfish needs driving this relationship. But no woman has ever rocked me the way Karina does. Especially when she slides her hand down her belly, over her pussy and wiggles the way she’s doing. “I’m still all tingly down there.”
The amazement in her voice makes my cock jump.

  Fuck me.

  Somehow, despite the things she’s been through, she’s remained somewhat innocent. Even when she says shit like that.

  I fucking love being the man to show her every filthy thing her body’s capable of. I want to do everything imaginable to her. But I also want to give her everything I have.

  While that’s still a new feeling, I’m starting to like it.

  Chapter Eight

  Dante’s wearing such a severe expression when I finally open my eyes. “Did I do something wrong?”

  “No, baby girl. Why would you even ask that?”

  I don’t have an answer, so I bury my face against his chest. His skin is slick with sweat and I tease him with my tongue for a second before he laughs and pulls away.

  “Come on, dirty girl. Let’s clean you up.”

  He’s not kidding either. I’m thoroughly washed down, lathered up, and rinsed off.

  “Hands against the wall.”

  I turn and wiggle my ass at him before pressing my palms to the slick tile. With teasing slowness he pulls the toy out of my ass, stopping to move it around a few times. Moans fill the air around us and I realize they’re coming from me.

  “Like that?”

  “I think so.”

  He chuckles close to my ear and I reach back to pull him closer to me.

  “What do you want, baby girl?”

  My tummy rumbles before I answer.

  “I guess that answers my question. My girl needs food.”

  Keeping one hand on my hip, he twists and shuts the water off.

  Back in the bedroom, he slips a T-shirt over my head, and then slides a pair of loose gym shorts on himself before leading me downstairs.

  I watch in silence as he prepares a large omelet and toast. “Brinner?” I ask when he sets a plate in front of me.

  He raises an eyebrow and I feel silly. “Nothing,” I mumble. “Breakfast for dinner? It’s something stupid Athena and I used to ask her mom for when we were little.”

  He stares at me, making me too nervous to eat. “You two been friends a long time?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Get in fights before?”

  “We didn’t really fight today. She just pissed me off.”

  I stab into my eggs. Even if Dante keeps watching me with his intense expression, the food smells too good to ignore.

  “You said it was because she’s concerned.”

  “Yes. I think so.”

  “I’m glad your girl’s looking out for you.”

  “You are?”

  “Fuck, yeah.” He’s quiet while he eats, but after a while he catches my eye. “Is she really into Romeo?”

  I snort and almost choke on my juice. “Who knows. I think she’s just horny and looking to lose her virginity.”

  Now it’s Dante’s turn to choke. “Fuck. Jesus, that’s a bad idea. Shit. How’s she…you know what? Never mind. Not my concern.”

  His reaction makes me laugh, because no, I can’t imagine Dante wants such intimate details about my best friend.

  “So would you say she’s like a sister to you?”

  “Yes.” The word sister puts a damper on our talk and I set my fork down. “I still can’t believe I have a sister.” I hesitate before asking the thing that’s been bugging me since I first learned about Kadence. “Dante, do you think I have more brothers and sisters out there? I mean, my dad’s a trucker. If he had my mom and me stashed away here, maybe he has—”

  “Christ, baby girl. I hope not.” He studies my face for a few seconds. “You really want to meet her?”

  A smile tugs at the corners of my mouth. “Oh, yes. I always wanted a sister. I mean, Athena and I are close, but her parents never liked her being friends with me—”

  “Why the fuck not?” he barks out, startling me.

  My shoulders jerk and I can’t meet his eyes. “I don’t know. Not good enough for their little princess? Being friends with me is the only thing she’s ever stood up to her parents about.”

  He snorts. “No wonder she wants to fuck Romeo. To piss off Mommy and Daddy.”

  I’m a terrible friend. Instead of defending Athena, I answer, “Probably.”

  He shakes his head and collects our plates. When he’s finished, he stalks across the room. The look in his eyes tightens my nipples. Naturally he notices and his mouth tips up into a dirty grin. I shift in the stool to face him when he rounds the bar. “Feel better?” he asks in that low, gritty voice that makes me quiver every damn time.

  “Yes.”

  He skims the back of his hand over my cheek. “I like taking care of you, Karina.”

  Tears prick my eyes and for a second any words are stuck in my throat. “I like you taking care of me.”

  Turning my stool so my back’s up against the bar, he shoves his way between my thighs. His hands settle on my knees and run right up my legs under the T-shirt that’s barely covering me as it is. He doesn’t strip the shirt off though.

  “I can’t get enough of you,” he rumbles against my ear.

  “Will it always be this way?”

  He pulls back, staring down at me.

  “What way?”

  “This.” I wave my hand in the small bit of space separating us. “This constant wanting each other?”

  A devilish smirk lifts the corners of his mouth. “Will I always be hot to fuck you? Yeah, I think so.”

  He yanks me closer to the edge of the stool. One of his hands slides up my inner thighs, spreading my legs wider, while his other hand grips the back of my neck, pulling me closer. Firm lips press against mine as he strokes my center. His thumb grazes over my clit and I jump. His hand tightens at the back of my head, keeping our mouths fused together. My breath catches as he pushes two fingers inside me. He breaks our kiss to stare down at where his hand disappears under my shirt. Inside his fingers curve up, rubbing the spot that makes me quiver. My hands wrap around his forearm. Either trying to keep him there or rip his hand away.

  “Too much?” he asks.

  I babble out a bunch of sounds before I find the word I’m looking for. “No.”

  His lips trail over my jaw, nip my earlobe.

  “Let’s go back upstairs,” he whispers.

  After our shower and dinner break, damn fucking right I lead my girl right back upstairs. Her cheeks flush bright pink when I strip her out of her T-shirt.

  “Lie back on the bed for me, baby girl.”

  She blinks a few times, her tits heaving as her breathing speeds up. But then she’s on her back, looking unsure and uncomfortable. I’m a sick fucker, because her discomfort warms the blood rushing straight to my cock.

  “What are you doing?” she asks in a shaky little voice.

  “Gonna shave your pretty pussy bald,” I answer as I walk into the bathroom to gather some supplies.

  “I’m sorry,” she calls out.

  “What for?”

  She doesn’t answer until I’m back in the room with a towel, cup of water, shaving cream and shiny new razor. “For not keeping up on it. I know you like—”

  “Karina. Nothing to be sorry for. I’m shaving your pussy because it’s mine and I feel like it.”

  “Oh. Okay.”

  “I want to be the one who does everything to you.”

  Her big blue eyes stare up at me and her lips part.

  “And sticking my face in your snatch for the next twenty minutes or so isn’t exactly a hardship.”

  Those filthy words make her giggle and the sound turns my mouth up into a grin. Never smiled as much as I have since she came into my life.

  “Feet flat on the bed, baby girl.”

  She’s quick to comply and it only gets my dick harder. Concentrating is going to be a challenge. “Spread your legs nice and wide.”

  This time she’s slow. Why, I have no idea since I’ve been up in her cunt so many God damn times it isn’t even funny. I take my sweet ass time massaging her skin, spreading
cream over her short hairs. Basically turning this into foreplay rather than simple grooming. She gasps and squirms, but keeps her legs open.

  “Good girl,” I whisper. “Don’t move, okay?”

  She lifts her head, staring down at me, and nods.

  My hand’s steady and the razor glides over her carefully, even so, she giggles. The purest, sweetest sound that makes me feel like one dirty motherfucker.

  And gets me harder than steel.

  “Don’t move, baby girl. Not even laughing.”

  “I’m trying, but it tickles,” she sighs.

  She barely takes a breath as I shave right toward her virgin ass.

  “Dante?” she whispers.

  “Yes?”

  “Will you please fuck me when you’re done?”

  Jesus Christ.

  “Yeah, baby. I’m gonna fuck you. First I’m gonna put my mouth all over your bare skin. Then I’ll fuck you nice and slow for a bit before pounding you hard until you’re screaming my name.”

  She doesn’t respond, so I glance up and find her playing with her nipples.

  “Like that?” I ask.

  “Oh, yes.”

  Chapter Nine

  Romeo calls me in again the next morning. This time Karina’s father’s visiting the clubhouse when I arrive. Motherfucker. I want to smash my fist through his mouth every time I see the stupid fuck.

  My prez pulls me aside when he sees me. “We may have worked out a solution. So don’t mention your offer to pay off the debt.”

  I wasn’t aware I’d formally offered to pay anything off. The stare I give Romeo before nodding seems to communicate that because he smirks at me before leading me into one of the spare meeting rooms.

  Tucker stands and holds out his hand, which I ignore, before dropping into a chair opposite him. I ain’t sittin’ anywhere near Tucker. Not sure I’ll be able to stop myself from killin’ him.

  “I just wanna make things right with you, Romeo. Got some cash coming my way—”

 

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