Burned by Abi (Devil Savages MC Book 2)

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by Harley McRide


  “Go take some Tylenol and go back to bed.” His tone was gruff which wasn’t surprising, and if meant to intimidate her, it didn’t work. But it did put and instant stop to her throbbing pussy problem, thank God. Had he forgotten she’d known him almost all her life? Her instincts told her to argue his ‘dominant shit’ but her aching body was too tired to give a flying fuck. With a wave of her hand she turned and headed for the kitchen. Coffee and pain relievers were her only hope in returning even somewhat human today.

  The moment Abi shut the door, Tonka slammed his fist into the wall. “Fuck it to hell,” he grumbled, flipping the water to cold. Why had she come back...and at the worst damn possible time! Things were turning into a damn clusterfuck, and not in a fun way.

  He'd thought Sledge had come home and flushed to be a smartass because he had stayed there last night. When he yanked the curtain open and saw Abi, it took everything in his power to keep is dick from flying full mast at her. He questioned his own sanity as she stared back at him with the bruises and paleness to her skin, making him feel like a dirt bag for having the reaction to her to begin with. And the only thing that kept the blood from leaving his head to pool south, at least until he watch her tight ass leave the room. Yep, instant fucking hard-on. He closed the shower curtain and pick up the soap.

  I'm a low life rat bastard and what sucks, if I could sink into her, I would gladly live with that fact.

  When he finally got his dick to go down he got out and toweled off, tossing his clothes back on. He'd had enough, this shit needed to end, and now. Determination set in and with his mind made up, he charged from the bathroom.

  Abi tapped the coffee pot, chugging a cup before she refilled and sat at the table. With pain relievers down her, it was probably as good as it was gonna get…for today anyway. If she would have been smart, she’d have went to the medic after the fight and got something stronger but her temper kept her from thinking logically and she’d just wanted to get the hell out of there. Now, she was kicking her own ass. The sound of the bathroom door opening signaled Tonka’s emergence, stomping down the hallway with a pissed off glare. What was it with bikers always being angry? Hell, like she had room to talk…life was good enough reason as any.

  “We need to talk.”

  Abi winced, shaking her head. “No, right now ‘we’ don’t need to do anything but insure the coffee pot never gets empty.”

  “What the hell happened to you last night, Abi?” His voice still boomed, sending a sharp pain through her brain.

  “If you don’t fuckin’ whisper, I’m going to slit your damn throat.”

  “Fine. What went down? You look like hell.” This time he spoke softer but the fact that he was a man still had her clutching her temples. Why the hell did men not grasp the concept of a whisper?

  “Nothing. I’m fine. It’s all superficial…that’s all.” He growled, being ignored while she turned her focus back on the steaming cup of life force.

  “Dammit, woman. What. The. Fuck. Happened.” Tonka grabbed the cup from her, taking it hostage until she answered.

  “Fuck, man, back off. I said it was nothing. And, if you haven’t noticed, I’m a grown ass woman and don’t answer to you or anyone. Don’t be a dick.”

  “Be a dick? By being worried about you? Abi…shit. We have the fucking Diablos crawling everywhere and you come in looking like you just got the living fuck beat outta you. So, yeah, you answer to me when I ask, got it?” He leaned toward her, pulling her hand away from her face to make her pay attention. She wasn’t a child, and yet he was scolding and treating her like she was fifteen again and he’d caught her smoking a joint. Hell, her parents hadn’t been as hard on her as Sledge and Tonka had been. She didn’t have the damn patience for this shit right now.

  “Tonka, I’m in no mood to play the who-has-a-bigger-cock game. It wasn’t the Diablos. Now back the fuck off.” With that, she got up, went back to her room, and slammed the door, regretting it when the loud sound ricocheted in her skull. Once in bed she threw the pillow over her head and sank down in her comforter, hoping to sleep the damn day away.

  *****

  Tonka fought between anger and confusion. He knew he should just leave and head to Rumble, but it was eating his ass. She’d grown a little too big for her britches and needed put back in her damn place, hangover or not. Unable to just walk away, he turned and marched to her room, ready to give her a few lessons in manners.

  The door to the bedroom slammed back against the wall, the noise making her body tense. “You need to get a few things straight, little girl. When I fucking ask you a question, you damn well better answer me. All that time away from home must have made you forget how things work around here.” Before he could continue, Abi jerked up to a sitting motion and was on her feet before he could blink. She closed the distance, her eyes narrowed and practically glowing.

  “No. You need to get a few things straight, Tonka. I’m not a fucking child. I answer to no one. I do what I want, when, and how, and it isn’t anyone’s motherfuckin’ business. Do. You. Understand. Me?” Abi’s tone was deep and feral, her posture in the offensive position. If she weren’t so damn sexy, he’d have been pissed but he was fighting back a laugh. Tonka took a slow, stalking step toward her, closing the distance. With him now standing so close he could feel the soft brush of her tits against his chest, Abi’s expression faltered ever so slightly. The look in her eyes softened, taking on a new heat he couldn’t quite decipher. Hoping to push her off balance, he lowered his head, staring straight in her eyes.

  “Your safety is my business, so it’d be wise if you got that through your head right now. The Diablos are dangerous. Until we can get rid of them, things are going to be different around here.” He waited, watching for a reaction. She might think she was a tough hardened badass, but he had news for her…he was tougher. It might have worked with the yuppie college kids but she was home now. The sooner she realized that, the better.

  “They might be, but I’m more dangerous.” She leaned up on her toes and pressed her lips to his confidently, the sweetness of her mouth invading in on his senses. The shock held him paralyzed in place, his brain nerve endings not firing to produce a coherent thought. The moment the soft tip of her tongue traced the seam of his mouth he groaned.

  Abi didn’t know what the hell she was doing. All that registered was that she wanted to kiss him, and now. The moment struck and she charged forward. As soon as his mouth parted, her tongue entered eagerly. The fresh flavor of toothpaste hit her taste buds, mingling with a taste all his own. She half expected him to shove her away and bolt, but he didn’t. Instead, his arms wound around her tightly, slamming her body up against his with enough force it rattled her bruised rib cage, but it didn’t matter. The minor pain was only a reminder that she was in control. Abi Moon did what she wanted, when she wanted, how she wanted. The move had started as a statement she was trying to make, the response had ignited something alive inside of her instead, one she’d never felt before. Instantly her subconscious informed her of the lie. Yeah, she'd felt this way once before, that was what had caused her to leave the biker in the middle of the night like a thief. Her spontaneous reaction to Yo Neg that night, had scared the living hell out of her. Now the same feelings were taking over with the man in front her. Dammit all to hell, she had some serious fucking issues.

  She explored his mouth, challenging and taunting him. Instead of handing over the power to him she kept it, using it as a weapon to keep him fighting. When he would push the kiss deeper, she’d amp up the stakes even farther. Back and forth they battled, licking, sucking, biting, touching. Abi tugged at his shirt, shoving it up under his arms and over his head. Their lips only parted long enough to discard the item and him to grumble as her hands wandered over his muscled chest and abdomen. When he charged her mouth again, winding his fingers in her hair in a show of dominance, Abi’s fingernails dug in, scratching with just enough sting that sent him into a frenzy. He grabbed the back of her shirt w
ith his other hand and took it off, half surprised to see her bare tits. As he took a moment to see her for the first time, he noticed the bruises he’d suspected were there last night. Oh, she was going to tell him what or who the fuck did this to her, but not now. Now, he wanted to plow into her over and over until she surrendered.

  “Take your jeans off. Now.” Abi’s low husky voice snapped him back to reality and heightened his already raging arousal even more. Tonka was tired of having the same type of woman roll over on their back and spread their legs without giving anything back. He liked the excitement and battle for power, not being able to predict the next move. It was refreshing, and turned him the fuck on like no other.

  “You take them off.” His command was almost lethal. Would she give in this time, or did she still have some fight left? Her smirk said it all. Instead of arguing, Abi tugged at the waist of her sweat pants and dropped them to the floor, panties and all. Intentionally keeping her movements slow and alluring, Abi dropped to her knees and unfastened his jeans, never breaking eye contact. In one fluid motion his cock sprang out, bursting free of the too tight confinements against the large mass of man meat. Her mouth watered at the sight, her hangover fading off into a distant memory. She licked her lips self consciously before licking the huge bulbous head of his dick. Lap after lap she laved it, taking care to stroke the sensitive ring just under it. Without any warning, she swallowed his cock, choking his massive length down her throat to the hilt.

  Every time Tonka thought he’d get the upper hand, Abi would toss a curveball at him, taking him off kilter. The tug of war they were playing in a fight for dominance was a dangerous game, enough to have him coating her tongue with his seed. “Fuck, Abi. That’s it…swallow. My. Cock.” Her vibrating groan sent ripples of pleasure straight to his balls.

  She sucked him hard, moving up and down the full length of his shaft with each pass. Tonka wound his fist in her hair for leverage and thrusted, taking control. As he fucked her face, Abi’s dark, alluring gaze stared up at him with enough force he was ready to blow. Without warning, he pulled free with a ‘pop’ and grabbed her.

  “You taste so fucking good.” She smacked her lips and leaned up, consuming his mouth. He tried to pull back but she didn’t give him a chance, once again taking the lead.

  Abi pushed him backwards to sit on the side of the bed and straddled him, her hips locking around his waist. The kiss grew feral, wild, and wicked. Tongues licked, teeth scraped. Back and forth they went, giving and taking what they needed. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard. You want my cock, don’t you, Abi?”

  “Fuck yes… If you think you can handle me.” Tonka lifted her to the mattress and stood to remove his clothes, realizing she’d won once again. He was taking his pants off, not her. Oh she was a sly little bitch, that he knew…but no woman could ever beat him at his own game.

  Tonka grabbed a rubber out of his jeans pocket and rolled it down his dick, stroking it a few times. Just the tightness of the thin barrier had his balls tightening. Abi still sat on her knees instead of falling to her back like he’d expected. Damn if it wasn’t gonna be fun making her submit. “Lay on your stomach.” He wasn’t asking, and just like he’d anticipated, she didn’t move.

  “How about you lay on your back?” she shot back. Abi got off on watching a man like Tonka hand over control. Mainly because none of the guys she’d been with could measure up.

  “Oh, Abi. I’m afraid you’ve met your match, baby.” He reached down and tugged his belt through the loops of his jeans, whipping it up into the air. She didn’t flinch, her lust-glazed eyes only widening momentarily. Tonka crawled up over her, pushing her torso down against the bed while his mouth lowered to hers. He kissed her hard and long, using it as a distraction while his hands slid her arms up over her head. With one hand, he looped the belt around her wrists and cinched them together before breaking away long enough to tether her to the headboard.

  Abi’s expression changed as recognition hit her. “What the hell are you doing?”

  “I’m going to fuck you. Hard and fast—the way I want to take you. You aren’t going to be able to call the shots this time, baby. You get what I give you.”

  A mixture of frustration, fear, and arousal washed over her naked body like a bucket of cold water. Her mouth opened to stop everything, but her body argued. She wanted this. Needed this. Craved this. It’d been too long searching for a man who could both give and take, but still have the dominance she so craved. She’d never admit it to anyone, or even herself. It was embedded in her unconsciousness where it’d stay, only allowed out of the recesses of the darkness when her mind took to another place. That parallel universe was her only peace, and only obtainable in the octagon and between the sheets. That small taste she’d got from Yo Neg had left her hungry for more. She needed it like a drug fix, but was afraid at the cost it came. The men she’d taken in bed had never truly measured up. Only one had ever managed it before, back in a time when she wasn’t ready for more than that one night romp. It’d created a craving that none had been able to satisfy…until now. Even now, the idea of something beyond twenty-four hours wasn’t in the cards. Her career, her independence, and her fear probably wouldn’t ever allow anything but this. She closed her eyes, giving a brief moment to the thought of possibly having it all and what it would mean to a girl who had grown up in a hard world to obtain everything life had to offer.

  A sharp sting to her nipple brought her attention back to the present. She looked down and found Tonka sucking and licking her tit, biting just hard enough that all of her doubts melted off her. She tugged at her restraints wanting to pull his head down harder but didn’t budge. “More!” she gasped.

  “Mmm. No, you’re not in control here, Abi. You get…” he flicked his tongue across her nipple, “what I give you.” Tonka blew across the tight bud, puckering it hard enough to cut glass. She bucked under him, fighting to get his touch where she needed it most. Her clit throbbed almost painfully, desperate for contact. When her torso lifted upwards toward his mouth, he pulled away completely.

  “Dammit, Tonka!” Sexual frustration was mounting higher and higher, her body seeking release. “Fuck me now!”

  Tonka clicked his tongue, shaking his head. “So impatient. I own your pleasure, Abi. The more you resist, the longer I'll make you wait for release.” He slid his tongue down her chest and traced the ridges of her taut stomach at a painfully slow pace. The closer he got to her pussy, the more she fought beneath him. He licked over the top of her bare mound, flicking his tongue close enough to her clit she could feel the moist heat. Her hips lifted up off the bed eagerly toward his mouth trying to force him to lick her. Tonka let out a low growl and grabbed her legs, scooting them under his weight to pin her down. “Your hot little pussy smells so sweet,” he said, inhaling deeply.

  Abi arched off the bed and used her core strength to lift her hips just enough she shoved her pussy in his face. Her cunt juice coated his face, releasing a gush that dripped down her thighs and down the crack of her ass. Tonka about lost it. The proof of her arousal was staring him in the face—literally. If he was gonna last at all, he needed to get back control. His hand came back and smacked her on the side of her ass, cracking through the air. He’d intentionally made it sting more than a little love tap hoping it’d catch her off guard and intimidate her into complying, but it did just the opposite. Her throaty moan was the exact opposite of what he’d expected. Well well, this little find was a welcome surprise. He did it again, making sure his hand landed on the meaty part of her thigh this time to keep from hurting her. He got the same response, only this time her hips bucked wildly. Her head ground down into the pillow, thrashing from side to side. “Fuck! Yes!” By the tone in her screams and the sight of her franticly clenching pussy that begged to be filled, he knew she was close. Now, he’d give her what they both needed.

  He crawled up her body, nipping at her flesh to leave a path of stings to stimulate and intercept her thoughts from anti
cipating what he’d planned next. Tonka took her mouth viciously, at the same time shoving balls deep in one thrust. She let out a surprised gasp, not giving enough time to adjust before he pulled out and slammed into her again. “Damn, baby, I love fucking this cunt deep. You like me slamming in and hitting bottom? Your hot little cunt likes it. It’s gripping my meat tight.” Once again, she tugged at her restraints desperate to touch him.

  “Yes! Fuck yeah!” Abi arched upwards, still trying to take some of the control from him and reach her own release but Tonka wasn’t having it. He reached down and gripped her hips, lifting her legs over his shoulders.

  “Quit trying to move or I’ll make sure you don’t get off, Abi. I told you. I am in control. Say it!”

  Abi’s eyes were clouded with lust, her pupils dilated. “No,” she whispered.

  “Say it.” He thrust inside her again, intentionally positioning himself where he knocked her G-spot and that much closer to the finish line.

  “N-n-no.” Again he tormented her, keeping her on the edge but not giving her enough to topple over. One. Two. He’d slowed and eased his movements, teasing her into submission. If she liked it hard, he’d give it to her soft. If she wanted fast, he’d go slow. Either way, sooner or later, she’d break.

  “Who does this cunt belong to, Abi?” his voice growled out. If it wasn’t for her not believing in things she’d never seen with her own two eyes, she’d swear he’d shift into a wolf or bear at any moment. She could see the strain lines around his eyes and crease in his forehead and knew he was fighting with himself to hold back. So, she did what any woman would do in her position—she tried like hell to snap it and make him go wild but he was a tough one to crack. For every move she did, he turned it back on her tenfold. Right when she’d had enough and was ready to scream in a hormonal rage, he dipped down in her deep and gave her a taste of what she craved. That’s all it took. The tables had official turned in his fucking favor.

 

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