His Possession

by Tory Richards

  “I remember your mom, she was a sweet lady, always good to me.” I could only nod, biting my lower lip to hold back the emotion. I was glad that he remembered that mom had liked him. She’d joked once that he was at the house so much she thought of him as a second son. “You did what you had to do, babe.” He removed the beer from my hand and guided my head to his chest. “I should have listened to you sooner, but I was too fucking stubborn and ready to believe you’d betrayed me.”

  “I did betray you.”

  “No you didn’t, I see that now.”

  Oh, God! His understanding undid me and the sobs tore free. I trembled violently against him, finally able to let out the emotional prison that had been gripping me since that fateful day when I’d watched him handcuffed and led away. “I’m so sorry, Raze,” I said between sobs. “I couldn’t get anyone to listen to me. I’m so sorry!”

  “Not unusual when they put an outlaw brother in prison,” he explained. I could feel his breath at the top of my head. “Why me, babe? The Winged Demons and Wreckers always had trouble between them, but why was I signaled out?”

  I was hoping Raze wouldn’t ask, but it was only natural that he’d be curious. “Evil knew how I felt about you. He felt threatened, and wanted you out of the way.”

  “Because of our past?” I nodded reluctantly, wishing I’d never told Evil about Raze. He released a long breath. “The fucker is dead, Rosa.” I raised my face to him, feeling no guilt at the relief I felt. “You don’t ever have to worry about Evil again.” He thumbed away my tears.

  “Thank, God,” I whispered. His lips covered mine and I opened my mouth instantly to his searching tongue. The kiss was way too short, barely giving me a taste of the passion I knew lay between us.

  “You saved my life by taking that bullet. That means your debt is paid with the club.”

  “What about you? Do you forgive me?”

  “Yeah, babe.” Was his hand shaking? He gently brushed the loose strands of my hair behind my ear.

  “So, what does this mean?” I held my breath, not sure if I wanted to know.

  Raze looked at me long and hard. “It means you’re free to go home if that’s what you want, babe.”

  I nodded. I didn’t really have much to go home to, I had a feeling that Marie was going to stay right here. Her relationship with Reaper may have been in the early stages, but it was going strong and hot.

  I thought about the words I’d heard him utter to Reaper. What woman wants to hang around when the man she wants doesn’t want her back? I took a deep breath, determined to get through this with my dignity intact. Later, when I was alone, I could break down, cry it all out of my system, and then move on. No more Evil to be afraid of.

  No more Raze.

  My heart was breaking in two.

  “If you think I’m letting you go anywhere, think again, babe.” His hand caressed the back of my neck. The smoldering look in his eyes captured mine. “I’d made up my mind to let you go because it was the right thing to do. But I changed my mind. I’ll tie you to my bed and lock the fucking door if you think you’re walking away from me.”

  I listened to his words but didn’t comprehend their meaning. I was confused now. What exactly was he saying? “But, but, I heard you tell Reaper--” I hesitated, replaying the scene in my head again to make sure that I’d heard what I thought I had. I was a hundred percent positive I had. “You told Reaper that I was an easy fuck and you didn’t want me.”

  Raze actually winced at that. “Yeah, I wasn’t talking about you. CC has been saying shit at the club, leading my brothers to believe that I was going to make her my old lady.”

  Five years with the Winged Demons had taught me enough about club women to know they all coveted the position of old lady. If a brother slept with one woman more than he did another she expected it even more. I didn’t want to know if Raze had signaled CC out more than the other women, I didn’t want to think about him fucking anyone else. Period.

  “I can almost hear you thinking,” he said after a few minutes of silence. I shrugged. “Don’t. You know about club life. You know I fucked club whores. But you’re the only woman I’ve fucked since I was first arrested for that murder.” I gasped, knowing that had been almost four years ago. He’d sat in a jail cell for months before his trial date. “You’re the only woman I want to fuck.”

  “Raze−”

  “Do you remember your sixteenth birthday?”

  “I’ll never forget it,” I replied softly.

  He put his fist beneath my chin and turned my face toward him. “That was the day I realized that I loved you, Rosa. That kiss hit me like a fucking freight train, shaking me to my core. It was the day I realized that you were a woman, and I wanted you in every dirty way imaginable. The intensity scared me, because fuck, you weren’t even legal. So I distanced myself on purpose, convinced myself that you were completely off limits.”

  “Little girls grow up,” I said, stating the obvious. “You could have had me when you came home−”

  He shook his head. “No. Not then. Watching my best friend lose his life had changed me. I had a hard time dealing with that shit, and I didn’t want to be around anything or anyone that reminded me of him. Then I heard you were with Evil, and I accepted that you’d moved on.”

  Tears welled in my eyes as I shook my head in disbelief. “I’ve always loved you, Raze. Always.”

  “Christ. I hated you and treated you little better than a fucking club whore.” I could hear the disgust in his tone.

  “You were hurt,” I insisted. I cupped the side of his face. He leaned forward until the ends of our noses touched. “Where do we go from here?”

  I gave Raze a quick brush of my lips, and then another, and another, each one lasting a little longer than the one before it. After a while he got tired of my teasing. A growl of frustration and need escaped him, and before I knew it he flipped me around on his lap so that I ended up straddling him. I felt his hand tug at my messy bun and then twist into the strands he’d freed until he was holding me tight and grinding his mouth against mine.

  Pleasure attacked every nerve ending, every blood vessel, and every molecule of my being. As wildfire surged through my blood, my core became tight with arousal. I felt every significant reaction of my body as Raze devoured my lips and tongue with his own. Nipples tingled and hardened, heart rate picked up, breathing accelerated, I was throbbing inside, and wet between my legs.

  I wanted him to fuck me.

  No, I wanted him to own me.

  I groaned with protest when he finally pulled away. “No other woman has ever got to me the way you do,” he confessed roughly. “I could kiss you all fucking night.”

  The husky sound of my laughter revealed my heightened arousal. “I like the sound of that.”

  He released a deep breath. “My dick is so hard it could pound cement,” he told me. I’d already felt his strong erection beneath my bottom. “I’d rather pound your sweet cunt.” Oh, fuck, he turned me on when he spoke like that.

  “So, what’s stopping you?” I challenged, barely able to catch my breath. I shamelessly rocked my pelvis against his, feeling the ridge of his boner right against my clit. I could easily get off like this. “Raze.” What was holding him back? I leaned forward and sank my teeth into the area between his neck and shoulder.

  “Fuck!” he growled, jerking.

  “Yes!” I agreed with a hiss, sucking at the small wound I’d made with my teeth. I hadn’t meant to break his skin, but I was so turned on right now, so frustrated, that I got carried away. “You taste so good,” I said against his skin. “Fuck me, Raze.” My hands dropped to his pants. “I need you so much.”

  I didn’t care if I sounded desperate. That’s what Raze did to me. Without warning he grabbed both my wrists and brought them around my back. He easily held them with one hand. His other went to my throat, half circling it. I caught my breath, stilling at the dangerous light flickering in his dark eyes, the raw emotion stamped
on his chiseled face as he breathed through flaring nostrils.

  “Before this goes any further, baby, you need to know how it’s going to be. It’s no longer about revenge, or taking away your freedom. That’s behind us now.” I stared into his eyes, afraid to give in to the hope that I felt in his words. “You’re mine, Rosa, in all that fucking matters. You’ll live here with me, you’ll be on the back of my bike, and only my bike. I’ll take care of you.” I felt the sting of hot tears in my eyes, because I knew this was Raze making a strong declaration. “I’ll fuck you whenever I want, baby, all damned day and night if I want, until neither of us can fucking move.”

  A laugh burst from me when he said that, but I quickly regained control. “So, I’ll be like your old lady?” I asked in a trembling voice.

  “No, babe.” My heart fell. “You’ll be my old lady, if you want it. I know you know what that means.”

  Yeah, I knew. It meant everything he’d just said, and even though he’d made it sound like he wasn’t giving me any choice, like he was making all of the decisions, I knew it was just passion ruling his words. My heart was about to burst with the knowledge that he wanted me. I struggled to break free of his hold, eager to show him how much I wanted him.

  “Yes! God, Raze−” A sob escaped me and I became frustrated because I couldn’t pull my wrists free from his hold. “I love you. It’s what I’ve always wanted.” Didn’t he realize that I needed to hold him? He seemed oblivious or just plain indifferent to my struggles. “Damn it Raze!”

  “What’s wrong, baby?”

  I stopped struggling and looked into his laughing eyes. He knew, damn him! To get back at him I ground my rump into his straining cock. He groaned low, closed his eyes throwing his head back. The hand at my throat tightened briefly before smoothing into a caress.

  “What happens if I want children?” I moved in and began to trail kisses up his exposed throat.

  Everything in me stilled when I felt his body turn to stone.

  Chapter 21

  Raze

  She wanted my children? I couldn’t move for a second as I tried to comprehend what all that implied. I’d never been afraid of anything in my life but fuck, she made me afraid. Afraid of grasping for something and having it slip through my fingers. Rosa had no idea what she offering me.

  “You can have all the babies you fucking want,” I finally said, my cock swelling even more beneath her shapely ass. “Just the thought of my baby inside your belly makes me hot.” Fucking hot! I moved my hands to the front of her sheer blouse and with a violent movement ripped the material that was keeping me away from her body. Then, in frenzy, I moved my mouth over her naked tits and feasted, sampling, tasting, and savoring her sweet flesh.

  She cried out, but the sound didn’t stop me from latching onto a nipple and suckling it hard, drawing it into my mouth and scraping it with my teeth. My dick felt like it was going to punch right through my jeans. I couldn’t recall ever being this fucking turned on. The woman had me completely, she owned me heart, body, and soul. She owned the air that I breathed.

  “I want it all, Rosa,” I said in a guttural tone that I barely recognized. “I’m going to fuck you until you can’t remember anyone but me.” I attacked her other nipple. “I’m going to fill your pussy, and keep it filled, with my seed, so that anyone that gets close to you will smell my scent on you and know who you belong to.” I finished tearing her blouse away until she was naked from the waist up. “I’m going to claim you in every fucking way a man can claim a woman.”

  All she did was whimper and tremble. I knew that my words were getting to her. I was overwhelmed with arousal, and feeling more than I’d ever felt. My fucking heart felt like it was going to explode in my chest. She ran her hands over my shoulders, removing my cut. Next she pulled my shirt up, and with a little help from me, yanked it over my head and tossed it aside.

  Warm skin on skin, softness against hardness. I crushed her against me, enjoying the fuck out of her large tits with their little beaded nipples raking over my pecs. Sweet Jesus, if I didn’t get into her pussy soon I was going to come inside my jeans. As if on the same wavelength we moved at the same time. I tugged Rosa’s shorts open and she lifted off my body to remove them. Then she worked my jeans open and I lifted my hips from the lounger while she pulled them off.

  No time was wasted when she climbed back onto my lap and positioned her dripping pussy over my dick. If she thought she was going to take me slowly into her body she was in for a shock, because I grabbed her by the hips and slammed her down at the same time that I arched up. We both sounded out our pleasure, responding in different ways. Her nails clenched into my arms, but the sting only fueled my hunger. I was going to fuck her fast and hard.

  “Feels… so… good…, Raze!” Rosa said between pants. She began raining sweet, hot kisses over my chest, pausing long enough to tease my nipples with her tongue.

  I couldn’t agree more. Her little ass was slapping against the top of my thighs, her tits were rubbing against my chest, her hands were all over me, as well as her lips. I grabbed her by the hair and kissed her roughly, thrusting my tongue in and out of her mouth several times before deciding to flip her around into a reverse cowgirl.

  “Fuck, babe!” The new position caused her pelvic bone to glide down the length of my dick in a hard stroke that left me shuddering with pre-orgasmic gratification. My open hands glided up her body and I cupped her tits, kneading them roughly. Rosa threw her head back with a cry and rode me with relish, bracing her hands upon my thighs. Watching her sexy curves from this position would be the end of me.

  “I’m going to come!” she cried out. I quickly dropped one hand between her thighs and found her clit. The nub was fucking swollen to the size of a pea and hard as a rock. With a pinch and a rub my baby went off like the Fourth of July fireworks. “Raaaazzzzzze!” she screamed, convulsing wildly.

  The warmth of her silky cream coating my dick sent me over the fucking edge. My balls drew up tight before releasing the cum churning in them. Holy hell, the intensity of my orgasm took my breath away. With a hiss, I released a generous amount of seed inside Rosa’s body while riding out her climax. She moaned and arched against my spewing dick and it was all I could do to hold on to her slippery, sweat-dampened flesh.

  I thought I might have a fucking heart attack when she tightened her muscles and sucked my dick further inside her hot, wet cunt. “Fuuuccckkk! Baby!” I groaned loudly, feeling my dick ejaculate more semen. The aftershocks continued as I drew Rosa’s damp body back against me. We lay there panting, twitching uncontrollably, surrounded by the thick, heady scent of sex.

  By the time it was over I was going to own her heart, body, and soul.

  Like she already owned mine.

  A life with Rosa.

  Fuck, I was one lucky bastard.

  The End.

  Thank you so much for reading His Possession. If you could please leave a review where you purchased the book it would be very much appreciated.

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  About the Author

  Tory Richards often describes herself as a grandma who likes to read and write smut. Known for her hot, erotic romances, she’s also penned erotic paranormals and contemporary suspense romance. Writing is a hobby for Tory. It thrills her to be able to share her stories, and she loves seeing her characters come to life with each new book cover.

  Tory began writing short stories on notebook paper when she was only ten. At thirteen she received her first manual typewriter, a few years later an electric one, and then at forty-five she finally got her first computer. For many years writing was a secret hobby as well as therapy for Tory. She didn’t submit to a publisher until her daughter and niece encouraged her to pursue her dreams.

  Originally from Maine, Tory has spent most of her life in Florida. She’s retired from Disney and spends her time between family, friends, and writing. Besides writing her likes include: spoiling her grandchildren
, any kind of sandwich, sweet iced tea, good coffee, traveling, going to the movies, watching Syfy, taking care of her four cats, and naps.

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  Phantom Riders MC - Hawk

  I quickly scooted out of the booth, realizing Hawk was right behind me. Before I could question him, he grabbed my arm and proceeded to jerk me in the direction leading to the back of the bar. I glanced around the bar wildly, but I didn’t see Dane’s men anywhere.

  “They left, but they’ll be back.” We entered a dark hallway and halfway down he stopped us at a door. I expected him to knock, but he lifted his leg and kicked the door in, causing the occupants in the room to scream out in fear. “Out!” he snarled.