“Because I love you,” he growled. “Because I fuckin’ love you enough to tear the world apart if it wrongs you, if it causes even a minute of misery for my girl with the whiskey eyes. Never felt this way about anything and I don’t want to ever again.”
He was so fierce standing over me, intimidating me with his stance, threatening me somehow at the same time that he wooed me. It wasn’t a threat of violence but of challenge. He wasn’t going to let me take the cowardly way out of this situation or any other. That was one of the reasons I both loved and feared him, because he always forced me to live hard.
Looking up into his warrior eyes, I decided that even if I had to die young as a result it would be worth it to spend the rest of that time with him.
“Loved you since the first day I saw you,” I said, clear and loud, looking right into his eyes.
A ragged groan tore from his throat as I slid my hands up from his chest and into his soft-as-silk hair. I fisted it hard and pulled his lips to mine.
Our chemistry exploded between us like lightning, crackling through the room until our hair stood up in the static. I gasped when his hands rooted in my hair and tugged it back roughly so he could warn me, “Want to take you bare, you good with that?”
I nodded manically. He was clean, I knew because he’d gotten checked the week before, and I had an IUD. I’d been begging him for days to take me raw but he was saving it for a special occasion, he’d said. Apparently, this was it.
“I wanna take you hard, Cress babe. Need you to give it to me good, yeah?”
“Yeah, King,” I panted, the skimpy thong I wore already soaked with anticipation. “Please.”
“You want my cock that badly, babe?” he asked as he skirted his teeth along my jaw and down my neck.
His teeth clamped down there and held me steady as I shuddered.
“Yes, please. Take off your clothes and I’ll show you just how much,” I begged.
He grinned meanly at me. “No, I don’t think so. If you want to see my big cock, you have to earn it. Take off your clothes.”
“Oh my God,” I breathed, swaying towards him as he let me go to walk over to the single bed in the corner of the small room.
He lay on top of it with his hands behind his head, his biceps bulging out to frame his mess of sexy rumpled hair and the dark look in his pale eyes.
“Show me your body,” he ordered again, his voice like smoke as it twined around me. “Show me what no other man will ever fuckin’ see again.”
I shivered again as I moved to the end edge of his bed so he would have the best vantage point. My eyes locked to his because I wanted to see the way they the currents of desire running through them changed the blue to grey to black and back again.
I drew my hands in from my hips bones over the skin bared between my cropped tee and low jeans until they met in the middle at my belly button, then arrowed one up under my shirt while the other went to work at my big belt buckle.
My fingers rolled and pinched my nipples under the flimsy lace of the bra I wore until they were stiff peaks. I tipped my head back slightly so my hair tickled the base of my back, but I could still see King, touching himself through his jeans as he watched me.
With my belt and jeans undone, I delved down into my warm, wet center and gasped as my fingers dragged over my clit.
“Show me how wet you are,” King demanded.
I pulled my index and middle fingers out to show him how they glistened in the light spilling in from the small window.
“Taste how sweet you are.”
The groan that escaped my mouth as I opened my lips to obey him might have embarrassed me once, but now I didn’t care. I was happy for him to know how much I loved being this dirty for him.
My skin was slick and slightly salty against my tongue as I swirled them over it, my mouth open so he could see.
“Fuck, my Queen is sexy,” King rasped, his head pressed back hard into the one hand that cupped it against the wall.
The other squeezed brutally against the enormous length of his erection beneath his jeans. My mouth watered at the sight. I wondered if he would let me handle him that roughly and wetness slipped down my inner thighs to soak the crotch of my pants.
Unable to take it slow any more, I cupped both hands over my breasts under my shirt, pinched my nipples hard, but not as hard as King could and therefore not hard enough, then lifted it over my head.
I unclipped the delicate black lace bra at my back and tipped forward to let it slide down my arms, slowly revealing my small, plump breasts to his hungry eyes. He licked his lips and I licked mine in an echo.
“Show me your cunt.”
I shoved my tight jeans down my hips like they were on fire but took my time standing up to reveal my panty-clad pussy. King growled at the sight of the tiny black g-string covering my newly waxed sex. Teasing him, I hooked my thumb under each thin strap at my hips and wiggled them back and forth.
“Off,” he barked, jack-knifing off the bed.
I watched, paralyzed, like something soft and sweet—a rabbit cornered by a big, sleek wolf. His teeth were bared, his gait a slow roll of powerful muscles shifting and clenching in delicious unison. Fear lodged in my throat, made me want to cry out and run from the creature that stalked me. So I did. I turned tail and raced for the door.
King caught me just as my hand closed over the knob. He pressed me hard against the door, his hard body pressed flush against mine, his denim-covered erection digging hard into my ass.
“Told you I got you,” he snarled softly into my ear. I thrashed hard against the door as he ran his tongue up my neck, nipped my earlobe between his teeth and then, without warning, snatched the placket of my panties in his fist and tore them away from my body. “And I got you. You’re mine, little Queen. And I’m going to take everything from you.”
I tried to arch back against him but he kept my head pinned to the door by a hand in my hair. The other hooked three fingers into my pussy and kept me still. It was demeaning and sexy and I was already so close to coming that my legs were shaking almost violently.
“You want my cock, Cress?”
“Yes, yes, yes,” I begged shamelessly as I tried to gyrate on the fingers inside me.
He tightened his grip in my hair so I hissed and went still. Then his thumb from hooked under the fingers already inside my pussy and pressed against my ass.
“Gonna take every part of you. Gonna fuck you every day, in each hole so that you’re always aching from my cock, so that the only thing that’ll ever bring you relief is my dick slidin’ back inside of you.”
His thumb circled then pressed just inside, repeating the pattern over and over until I writhed and panted against him.
“What do you want, my Queen? Where do you want me to put my big cock?”
“Anywhere,” I cried out desperately, getting irritated.
“Even in this tight ass? You sure I’ll fit?”
“God, I don’t care,” I snapped. “Please, for fuck’s sake, just take me.”
He chuckled darkly, then without warning, he thrust balls deep in my pussy.
I screamed loudly, convulsing instantly around the hard, brutal length of him. It hurt and soothed at the same time, took me to a place in my head that was dark and wicked and more addictive than any drug.
“That’s it, babe, come all over my cock and scream my name. Want everyone to know what a hot fuckin’ woman I got in my bed. How much she loves my cock.”
“Yes,” I shouted, in love with the idea. “Yes, King, please, fuck me. Fuck me harder!”
His hand clamped down harshly over my hip, drilling me down and back against his merciless thrusts. He pressed his sweaty forehead against my neck and took a large bite out of my shoulder as he thrust up, ground deep and ordered, “fuckin’ come for me.”
“King,” I sobbed as I broke apart around him.
My thoughts scattered to the ground, my body dissolved to dust so only the piston of his hips kept me
upright against the door. I went slack and fought to remember more than just King’s name.
“Fuck, Cress,” I heard him growl through the roaring in my ears, then felt the hot rush of him cumming inside me.
“Fucking love you,” I told him minutes later when I had the breath to do so.
The hand still holding my hip spasmed as he burrowed his head in my neck and pressed an open-mouthed kiss to my pulse. “Fuckin’ love you too.”
King hadn’t let me out from under his arm for the next three hours. He carted me from group to group as he made his rounds, seamlessly dropping into conversation that I was his girl, and even that we were practically living together. It made me blush the first ten to twelve times because even though he didn’t mention it to them, I knew they were aware that I was his teacher. If they cared, which they genuinely seemed not to, they didn’t show it. Everyone was nice to me, or at least, polite. When I asked Tayline about it at some point that evening, she’d explained that as King’s woman, I was bestowed with a special level of respect.
He was their biker King-in-training and I was his Queen.
It sent a dark thrill through me to be marked with power like that.
I pressed a kiss to King’s neck as he spoke with the guys, turning in his arms to do so, before I made my way to the bathroom down the hall. It was occupied, and I could hear the grunts and moans from inside, so I quickly diverted down the hall back to King’s rooms farther down the hall. As I went, I passed a room with a light on and the door cracked, the sound of creaking floors and rustling papers inside sitting wrong with me.
I pushed into the room.
It was a study, a rather large and clean one actually, with floor-to-ceiling bookshelves and a big black desk absolutely covered in clearly sorted papers and files.
Behind the desk, stood Lysander.
He was standing, but bent low over the desk with his phone at his ear. I recognized the cracked phone case because I’d bought him the Jungle Book-themed accessory for his last birthday (he had a surprisingly adorable weakness for Disney movies).
“What the fuck are you doing?” I asked.
His face was blank with shock for a minute before he broke into a smile. “Needed a quiet place to take a call.”
“You were barely around all night,” I accused him with a small pout.
I’d been looking forward to spending more time with him now that he worked for Hephaestus but, if anything, he was even more distant. King told me that he kept to himself at the garage but worked hard and had a natural talent with body work (whatever that meant).
“Still adjustin’,” he admitted with a grimace.
He’d been out for two years, but I knew it was hard for him to integrate back into society, especially when he’d never been great with people.
“I’m here to help, Sander,” I said softly.
He shrugged his shoulders awkwardly.
“Come here, you big lug,” I said with a laugh.
He did, bending his big body nearly double to take me into his arms in a tight hug.
“Love ya,” he told me, an unusual sentiment from him to speak aloud but one I’d never, not even for a minute, doubted in my life. “Do anything for ya.”
“I know,” I said, patting his back and breathing in his familiar tobacco and mint scent. “Ditto.”
A loud sound rent the night air and minutes later, we heard the thunder of many booted feet tramping outside the clubhouse. Shouting followed.
We broke apart to look at each other.
“Stay here,” he growled.
I turned around and ran out of the room. His curse and heavy steps followed me.
There were women speaking in a little huddle in the corner of the main room when I passed through and Tay called my name, but I raced through the door to the front yard where the commotion had come from.
There were men everywhere.
The Fallen brothers were spread out in some kind of loose formation over the asphalt that led down the chain link fence. It hadn’t been locked yet because of the party and through the open gates had come at least six enormous GMC trucks and ten motorcycles. An MC logo jumped out at me, painted on vehicles and patched on to the back of jackets.
Nightstalkers MC.
Most of the men looked dark in the low light, probably Mexican, and all of them wore guns exposed on their hips and sticking out of their boots.
It was not a friendly visit.
“Heard you were looking for us?” one of the strangers stepped forward.
They were all backlit by the high beam lights on their cars and bikes so it was hard to make out his features, but his Spanish accent carried clean and true over the lot.
No one responded to him.
So, he laughed. “Don’t be shy now, Fallen brothers! We wanted you to come looking, there’s no shame in pleasing us. In fact, that’s why I’m here tonight, to offer you a one-time-only deal. Curious?”
Again, no one spoke.
I spotted Zeus at the head of The Fallen. He was easy to spot, the largest, broadest man on the lot but he also had two silver guns in his hands, steadily pointing at the newcomers. They glinted in the artificial lights.
“I’ll tell you anyway because I can see the cat has got your tongues. We have come to take over your operations. You can give up now or we can take them from you. Trust me, you want to choose the first option.”
“Fuck you,” Mute, of all people, growled before lobbing a glob of spit at them.
“Fine,” the leader said with a dramatic shrug, it was clear that he loved this. “Don’t trust me, trust them.”
At his cue, three of his brothers stepped forward with an enormous cooler and placed it on the hood of the truck closest to the clubhouse. They blocked the light as the removed whatever it was from the cooler and then stepped back.
The Fallen didn’t react to the sight of the four severed heads placed in a row on the hood but I gasped and took a step back to find myself pressed up against my brother.
His hand came down on my shoulder to hold me there. “Don’t move and don’t draw attention to yourself.”
I nodded slightly.
“These are the Presidents and Mafia leaders who chose the second option,” the leader said with faux sadness. “It would be a shame to add to my collection. You can’t imagine how hard it is to find a cooler big enough to hold them all.”
His hyena-like yip and cackle pierced through the night.
“Enough,” Zeus’ low, thunderous voice stopped everything, even the cackle, even my breath as it tried to leave my body. “Get the fuck off our land. By now the fuckin’ police will be on your heads and I doubt you want to be around with your sick as fuck severed heads when they arrive.”
“Now, you must be Zeus Garro,” the man clapped. “I’m so excited to meet you. Heard so much.”
“I’m going to give you five minutes to roll out,” Zeus said, calmly.
There was a pout in the man’s voice when he said, “Oh, you really are no fun. They warned me. Okay, if you want to do it this way, let me tell you how it is going to go. You’re going to look for us again, harder this time. You won’t find us. Meanwhile, kids are going to keep overdosing from that awful fentanyl that keeps finding its way into drugs these days and who are people going to blame? Well, the villains they know. So, while we slowly pull your business out from under you, your own city will start to run you out of town. It really is a simple plan but you’d be amazed at its efficacy.”
I shivered at his pleasant voice reciting his plan like some kind of evil villain in a Bond film. The scary thing was that I believed he could do it.
The sound of sirens merged with the night air and quickly grew closer.
“You got less than two fuckin’ minutes,” Zeus drawled.
The man laughed manically again. “You think we’re scared of the police? Of course, we have some in our pockets. Are you saying you don’t? It’s a surprise you lasted this long, it really is.”
The Fallen brothers hummed with tension and I could tell they wanted to rip the rival gang apart with their bare hands but they had to follow Zeus and he was smart enough to know better.
The sirens drew even closer.
“Well, this was fun. I can’t say I have much hope for your continued survival but buena suerte and happy fucking hunting!” he crowed.
Gunshots sliced open the dark night, shot upwards for the effect and nothing else, the way one might use fireworks or trumpets. As one, the Nightstalkers rounded themselves up and peeled out of the lot in under two minutes.
As soon as they were gone, the brothers moved. Some went to the gate, closing and locking it up tight while others whipped out their phone flashlights to shine it on the tire treads left behind in the gravel and grass. Others disappeared past Sander and me into the clubhouse.
King came to me.
“Should have taken her back inside,” he growled at my brother.
“It was too late, he would have noticed her,” he responded.
King seemed to find that acceptable because he started ignoring Lysander and paying attention to me. I wrapped my arms tight around him as he kissed the top of my head.
“That was totally fucked up,” I murmured into his shirt.
“Yeah.”
“I thought The Fallen didn’t have rivals.”
“They didn’t.”
“Who was that guy?”
“The crazy motherfucker who thought he was a fuckin’ Bond villain? That was Luis Elizondo, the Prez of Nightstalkers MC.”
I shivered.
“Let’s get you inside,” he said, pulling away to lead me into the clubhouse.
I followed. “What’s going to happen now?”
“Now, I’m going to put you to bed.”
“You’re not going to join me? Why aren’t we going home?”
He stopped at the mouth of the hallway to the backrooms and tugged me into his arms for a hard kiss.
“Love that you called it our place,” he said against my lips when he was done kissing them.
“Well,” I grumbled, “you’re there all the freaking time.”
He laughed and moved forward again with me under his arm.
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